After installing A, I was marked by the school grass

Chapter 20

When he saw these three messages, Shen Xingjian took an inhibitor in the dressing room of the milk tea shop.

In the past few days, for some reason, his pheromones have been popping up from time to time. The original inhibitor can last for a month once, but now it needs to be replenished every two weeks at most.

It was the last one left in his hand.

The light blue potion was injected slowly, and Shen Xingjian lowered his eyes, trying to think about some profound questions so that he could ignore the pain. After thinking for a while, Qin Heng in white appeared in his mind.

This realization made his hand tremble, and he almost missed the needle point.

That weird fragrance always lingers in Shen Xingjian's heart. When he is free, his thoughts will always go astray, thinking hard about what kind of smell it is——

He had never smelled this kind of smell, but he seemed to be addicted to it.

This is not a good thing.

The needle tube was finally empty, Shen Xingjian let out a long breath, stuffed it back into the trash can, casually wrapped the wound with a clean napkin twice, and got it done hastily.

Then he picked up his phone and looked at it.

~: What did you call that laundry detergent last time?

Sent a message this morning and still haven't gotten a reply.

Shen Xingjian put down his phone, and walked around the dressing room irritably. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath and opened the closet.

There is an autumn school uniform in it.

Originally, he planned to wash it up and return it to others, but Shen Xingjian forgot about it after too many things happened.

He took out his school uniform, crumpled.

He tilted his head, frowned, and stared at the school uniform inscrutablely.

You, yes, it's you, tell me, what laundry detergent did you use?

Shen Xingjian hesitated for a while, liking more than reason.

I... I'll just take a sniff.

One last click.

A moment later, there was a knock on the locker room door.

"anyone there?"

The boy who was buried in the clothes room suddenly raised his head: "Yes!"

Shen Xingjian felt that he was simply crazy.

I can't put it down for a laundry detergent.

He couldn't help swearing, hurriedly stuffed his clothes back like a ghost, opened the door and went out.

The work of the milk tea shop is not heavy, and it is not idle, anyway, it is busy standing up, and Shen Xingjian can't even take care of his saliva after a whole morning.

There were still a lot of people waiting for the lunch break, so the store manager saw that Shen Xingjian was working hard, so he asked him to eat first, and then he would support himself for a while.

Shen Xing said thank you, and planned to go to the nearby fast food restaurant to buy a boxed meal for a quick bite.

The fast food restaurant has to go through a small alley, because there is a garbage station inside, and there are few people walking there.

Shen Xingjian took two steps, then stopped suddenly, and looked behind.

A few gangsters walked towards him slowly with sticks in their hands, obviously harboring malicious intentions.

Shen Xingjian narrowed his eyes.

Those little gangsters are people who often rob at the entrance of Internet cafes.

I have been beaten by him several times, and this time I invited foreign aid.

"It's you again." He said with a half-smile, "Why, I didn't beat you enough last time, and you still want to come?"

Unlike before, there were some unfamiliar faces among the punks, who looked bigger and stronger than the punks.

"Brother, it's him!" the little gangster hurriedly said, "He interrupted us to rob us several times! He even threatened us! The 'business' in this area is not good because of him!"

"That's right!" Others added, "He also said that if he sees us again, he will beat us until he never dares to come here again!"

"It's not a small tone." The few people sneered, "This man doesn't have much meat, it's embarrassing enough if you can't beat him."

"Brother, don't underestimate him. This kid looks thin, and he has a knack for beating people." The little gangster said with a bitter face, "We are all beating up like crazy, this kid should have experienced formal training!"

"tui!" The man disdainfully raised his voice, "Boy, you are still an Alpha with just a few pounds? How embarrassing for our Alphas."

Shen Xingjian didn't speak, he was still wearing the dark black uniform of the milk tea shop outside, this thing just looks good, it's useless when it's his turn to fight, and his movement is restricted.

He untied his tie, took off the slim fit, and left only a white shirt inside, and felt that the buttons were all tight, so he tore them apart a few times.

He changed from a polite waiter to a somewhat naughty boy in no time.

Shen Xingjian lowered his head and unbuttoned his cuffs, his tone was casual, even a little loose: "Come together, don't delay my meal."

"you--"

Those few people laughed one after another: "The boy is quite arrogant, it seems that he hasn't suffered from our Qinglong Gang yet."

Qinglong Gang...

"Have you watched too many TV dramas?" Shen Xingjian felt that he was really bored, and he had chatted with a few killers here for so long, and he had already finished his meal and went back at this time.

Those people rushed up, Shen Xingjian fought them a few times, and found that these people moved strangely.

"Come on, big brother!"

"Kick him! Back!"

"Brother is doing great!"

Shen Xingjian couldn't help laughing while slapping his face.

"It's the first time I've seen a fight and there are people cheering for me." Shen Xingjian sincerely suggested, "I think you can go to the cheerleading team, which is very promising. As for you guys, there should be room for improvement in performing acrobatics."

"What did you say?" The fighter laughed angrily, "Don't be so arrogant!"

Shen Xingjian was completely at ease, even surrounded by three or four people without any timidity.

Seeing this, the little bastard rushed up to play the crowd tactics, and now it became eight or nine people fighting together, but this kid was as nimble as a monkey, and several people didn't even touch his clothes for a long time.

Shen Xingjian didn't intend to continue, the lunch break was almost over, and he still felt a little uncomfortable, maybe it was the aftereffect of taking the inhibitor.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed something strange in the air, and an indescribable sense of oppression poured down from top to bottom.

Someone released a pheromone.

Seeing Shen Xingjian's complexion changed slightly, the gangster laughed loudly: "We have investigated you, and your pheromone has no taste, that is the lowest level of spicy chicken, and you still want to beat us? Boy, it's too late to beg for mercy."

The concentration of pheromones in the air was too high, and the inhibitor Shen Xingjian had just taken started to fight against this smell, and his blood vessels seemed to be boiling for it.

Enduring the severe pain in his body, Shen Xingjian slowly raised his head.

The gangster was complacent, talking nonsense: "If you kneel down and kowtow to us now, begging for mercy, we can still let you go—"

He was halfway through speaking, but when he saw Shen Xingjian's eyes, he suddenly fell silent.

Shen Xingjian's eyes were filled with coldness, even murderous intent.

It's not like the eyes that an ordinary high school student should have at all.

Rather like a beast, like an uncivilized, extremely wild little beast, with a pair of chaotic, sharp, blood-eating eyes... Slowly locked his throat.

The scalp is numb.

He turned and ran, but it was too late.

Shen Xingjian appeared behind him, pushed his knees, and the gangster suddenly lost his balance and fell back. He watched Shen Xingjian grab a sharp-edged rock from the ground and throw it at his face——

At this critical juncture, Shen Xingjian sensed a strong airflow coming towards him from behind, he subconsciously slammed it backhanded, the next second his wrist was firmly bound, the stone hit the ground with inertia, and instantly annihilated into powder.

If this force hits a person's head, it may be torn apart.

The gangster watched helplessly, and was so frightened that he immediately passed out.

"Kill them so you can live."

"Go!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here..."

All kinds of noisy voices mixed into his head, Shen Xingjian had a severe headache, but there was always someone hugging him tightly, he subconsciously smashed it hard a few times, but that person remained motionless.

He babbled a few times indistinctly, spit out vague words that couldn't be made into words, and smelled a faint smell in the air, which can only be found in the pine forest on a snowy winter night.

It is a very relaxing and reassuring smell.

He sniffed and sniffed uncertainly, finally confirming that it was the smell he liked, relaxed his body, and passed out with black eyes.

In the alley, there were seven or eight people lying on the ground, all of them fell to the ground, but they didn't even dare to cry out.

Yin Jiasong let out a breath and loosened his wrist: "You can do it, if you dare to bully my classmate, call, call me, and I will reward you with a punch."

Everyone on the ground lay obediently, and no one dared to make a sound.

Yin Jiasong: "Get out, let me see you again, and let you feel what it means to feel real pain." As soon as these words came out, the little bastard immediately got up and left quickly.

Yin Jiasong kicked the fainted person on the ground in disgust, turned his head and asked the people beside him: "How to deal with this?"

Qin Heng said lightly: "Throw it to star c, don't let them come back."

"Okay." Yin Jiasong said, and when everything was dealt with, he said, "How is Shen Xingjian? Are you awake?"

Qin Heng frowned: "I haven't woken up yet, go to the hospital."

Shen Xingjian didn't seem to be very clear just now, and he didn't recognize him at all. During the fight, Qin Heng noticed that his wrist was frighteningly hot, but it didn't look like a sign of fever.

"How is your face?" Yin Jiasong called the hospital, and was taken aback when he caught a glimpse of Qin Heng's face from the corner of his eye.

"It's okay." Qin Heng lowered his eyes.

Qin Heng had a red spot on his face, which was hit by Shen Xingjian just now.

Qin Heng didn't fight back, but just received a few punches.

Afterwards, Shen Xingjian had had enough trouble before falling asleep.

The boy in his arms was tall and tall, but very light, not like the weight a boy of his height should have.

Qin Heng frowned suddenly.

He looked around uncertainly, and his eyes returned to Shen Xingjian's face.

Qin Heng: "Did you smell anything?"

Yin Jiasong was at a loss: "Huh?"

"It's nothing."

The faint, almost imperceptible aroma of grapefruit floats quietly in the air.

Qin Heng heard it.

Only him.

The author has something to say: Shen Xingjian: I am just an ordinary male high school student.

Gangster: (kneeling)...