let me smell the pheromones

Chapter 27

Song Xun and Lin Pei couldn't make up, and he provoked him several times, and gradually he became more angry. When he saw Lin Pei again, he didn't look for opportunities to cling to him like he did a few days ago, and he returned to his previous indifferent appearance. .

The past few days happened to be a quiz, and junior high schools were ranked by grade grades. Song Xun and Lin Pei were on the top floor and the other was on the bottom floor. They passed by each other when preparing for the exam, as if they were two strangers, not seeing each other. He walked over squinting.

Chen Chao and the others saw it, but they didn't dare to ask more questions.

The junior high school teacher's grading speed is astonishing, and he can be regarded as a model in the industry. As soon as he finishes the math test in the morning, the teacher in charge of the class has already started to enter data into the system in the evening.After the results came out, Lan Ming reported the grades from high to low in the class. Needless to say, the first one was Lin Pei.

All the way down the line, the scores of the alphas were good and bad. At the end of the line, Lan Ming raised his eyelids and pinched the last report card left in his hand.

It was quiet in the classroom.

No one wondered who the last one would be.

I don't know when it started, Song Xun became the bottom of the class, fell out of the top [-] list, and was gradually assigned to the bottom of the grade.Everyone has been watching for a year, and they all know it in their hearts.

Sure enough, Lanming called Song Xun's name and handed him the report card with a string of zeros on it.

"Come to my office after class."

Lan Ming said seriously.

Song Xun lowered his eyelids, but he didn't seem ashamed of it, more like he didn't care.

Lan Ming's face gradually became heavy.

Before Song Xun let himself go, although the test scores were not ideal, at least half of the paper was filled, and occasionally multiple-choice questions could get a few right.This time it was different. After the results were counted, Song Xun's eight main subjects scored 0, which abruptly lowered the average score of the class by several points.

Can't let him go on like this, if he is indulged like this, the fake scumbag will become a real scumbag.

"What's the matter with you?"

After class, he deliberately found a reason to pay the other teachers, took Song Xun into his office, knocked on the table and asked word by word, "Why did you hand in the blank paper this time?"

His tone was unprecedentedly serious, and the thermos bottle that he often held in his palm was put aside by Lan Ming, quietly shedding ashes.

Song Xun knew that Lan Ming seemed to have a good temper, but in fact he was more stubborn than himself, so he shrugged, "I don't want to write during the susceptible period."

Lan Ming frowned upon hearing this, "If you want to make up a lie, you should make up a suitable one. Didn't you just come through the susceptible period last month?"

Although he is not an alpha, he is still a man who has become a family man. Can you respect his physiological knowledge, whose susceptibility period comes every month?

Lan Ming subconsciously thought that Song Xun was too lazy to give himself an excuse, so he made up a random one.Song Xun sat on the folding armchair, noncommittal, half of his eyes were blocked by the drooping eyelashes, and the thick black color could be vaguely seen inside.

"You can call the school doctor to come and issue a certificate."

He said calmly, "I don't need to lie to you about this kind of thing."

He brought out the school doctor to testify, and Lan Ming's original firm thoughts were immediately shaken, as if he had been shocked, and lost his voice for a while.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "There are many difficulties in life, and not everything can go smoothly. A susceptibility period can cause you to hand in a blank paper. Then when the college entrance examination, do you still have to give up the exam?"

Song Xunshan smiled, "Why don't I be allowed to take a vacation during the susceptible period? Everyone else has it..."

"Are you angry with your parents? You are angry with your future! I don't believe that you can only get such a score, and I don't believe that your upper limit will stop so soon."

Lanming Congee frowned, raised her knuckles, and tapped the tabletop, saying every word, "This college entrance examination, do you want to take it? Do you still want to take it well?"

Song Xun finally raised his eyes, his quiet eyes met Lan Ming's in the air.

Lanming has always held an inexplicable trust in Song Xun, and this trust never dissipated even when he was in a trough.

At first, when Song Xun entered Class A, Lan Ming happened to take turns leading the senior year, and the two of them should have had little contact with each other.But Song Xun happened to meet the principal with Wen Qiao on the day of enrollment, and when Lan Ming went to deliver materials to the leader, he happened to see him standing aside.

Song Xun was full of vigor when he was a teenager. He was wearing a beautiful and expensive white shirt. He had a tall and handsome figure. He wore a pair of straight-leg suit pants that stretched to the floor, and he was wearing the most popular sneakers at the moment.

He leaned against the table, with both hands casually put into his pockets, half exposed and half hidden, the remaining half of his wrist echoed his ankles.Lan Ming didn't even need to ask, just by looking at the calm expression and steady temperament on the young man's face, he guessed his origin.

Although the only young son of the Song family is young, he is quite famous.

Parents have excellent genes, and the alpha they gave birth to is also strong enough. It is said that he has a photographic memory. Children from other families are still playing with mud. Never make a mistake, and Chinese characters will never be forgotten after being taught once.

But this was already something that happened to him when he was a child. It is said that he suffered a car accident a few years ago and was taken away by his parents for treatment.

After growing up, Song Xun did not disappoint. He won the grand slam of the year when he first passed the exam. .

At that time, Song and Lin hadn't had such a bad relationship. Zhilan Yushu, dragon horse and phoenix chick passed through the crowd, and everyone looked up.

Lanming doesn't believe in "hurt Zhongyong" at all.

This kid is stubborn, no one can force him to do what he doesn't want to do.

Song Xun finally spoke.

"You may not believe it." He said frankly, "I have no interest in academics and research, I just want to be an ordinary electrician."

Lan Ming's eyes were wide open, and he never dreamed that Song Xun's ambition was so big. After a long time, he said: "You have to pass the knowledge of physics to be an electrician, right? Now technicians have to work with certificates..."

"No, no, you misunderstood." Song Xun interrupted him, "I just want to do a mindless job, like washing cars in a car wash shop or unloading tires in a car repair shop. "

"Punch in from time to time every day to get off work, eat at the unit cafeteria at noon, walk 5 minutes home, go to have a barbecue if you have nothing to do-don't look at me like that, yes, my ambition is just that big."

Song Xun said: "So don't try to persuade me. With all this slobber, don't you save yourself the trouble of trying to persuade others? 360 lines of work make you the number one scholar. Some people are trying to dream of becoming a doctor. How come it's my turn to be a doctor?" The electric meter is dead?"

"That was not what I meant."

Lan Ming was speechless by him, and suddenly noticed something strange after a while, "You mean..."

"I guess it's boring for you to talk to me." Song Xun suddenly stood up, "Since there is nothing important, I'll go back first."

He left as soon as he said, but Lan Ming couldn't call him at all, so he could only shout to his back: "Don't forget what I said in class before, from tonight onwards you just stay in the classroom ,Did you hear me?"

Song Xun didn't turn his head back, and waved his hand very perfunctorily, meaning that he knew.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the office, Lan Ming stood up, couldn't help but leaned forward, and hurriedly said: "Don't take what I said as farting, that kid Lin Pei promised me to help keep an eye on you, and urge you to do your homework and change it every day." If you dare to be absent from work for more than two days, you won't be safe at Wenqiao's place, you know?"

Song Xun's footsteps stopped suddenly.

After a while, he turned around slowly, his face was uncertain.

"……WTF?"

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"Didn't you break up with Song Xun, why do you still have to supervise him to study at night!"

"I have already bought the tickets for the night show in Happy Valley, why is this happening?!"

Chris's dissatisfied voice came from my ear, and Lin Pei was also very helpless, "I can't help it. The head teacher just told me before class in the morning. I can't refuse..."

Lanming usually took good care of him, and the last time he asked Aunt Wenqiao to take care of him, Lin Pei couldn't say no.

Although Chris could only accept it, he was still mumbling, talking about Song Xun over and over again.

Chris said, didn't you break up with Song Xun?

Is it broken?

Lin Pei couldn't tell either.

I don't know if he drank too much alcohol that day, Lin Pei woke up the next day, stared at the motionless chat box on his phone, and was in a daze for a long time.

Shouldn't waver.

After thinking about it for a long time, this was the last thought that came to my mind.

Now it's all right, the little image he had left in front of Song Xun has all collapsed.Originally going to the Black Horse Club to prostitute ducks, and ordering Zhou Chengsen's milk tea behind Song Xun's back, these two dark histories are already indisputable, and now there is another ironclad proof.

He could imagine Song Xun staring back at the news over and over with his mobile phone in his hand. He knew every word, and the sentence structure was very simple, but he couldn't understand it.

Showdown.

If he can't win Song Xun's heart, how about those who want him?

So Song Xun personally told him the answer: no.

Not really.

Lin Pei hung up the phone, and rubbed his fingertips on the familiar face for a long time.

In the end, I made up my mind and deleted the person.

Lin Pei deleted many people, many people who showed affection to him, many classmates from the same school who had never met in person, and even some small advertisements for WeChat businesses who were forced to scan codes to add friends while walking on the road.

Never once did he lose his soul like now.

It seems that a memory that I am reluctant to throw away has been deleted.

He sat silently for a while, and told Chris about it. Chris clapped his hands and applauded: "Good thing! Only by moving forward can there be a new beginning!"

Lin Pei got comfort from this short sentence, and before he put away his phone, there was a sudden crash, and Song Xun pushed the door open and walked in front of him with strides.

He is tall and tall, looking at Lin Pei from top to bottom with a natural sense of oppression.

After a while, he said, "Should Lan Ming tell you?"

Lin Pei nodded.

"I'm going to ask for a day off today."

Lin Pei frowned slightly. He remembered Lanming's request, "The teacher didn't say you still have a vacation. If you take a vacation, you won't be able to make up for today's tasks."

"I have something to do."

Song Xun paused, as if he felt that what he said was too succinct and perfunctory, and added, "It's urgent."

Lin Pei also stood up and insisted, "I can't do anything. You have to write two articles on reading comprehension today, and you have to translate ten questions between Chinese and English. After you finish, you have to correct and correct. Where do you have the time to make up for the progress?"

"That's how it is." Song Xun thought for a while, and took out his mobile phone, "I took the homework with me and took the time to write, and then wechat took a picture and sent it to you. When the time comes, we will communicate on wechat for corrections and corrections..."

As he spoke, he casually took a photo of his homework and sent it over, saying, "It's like this—"

Before he finished speaking, a bright red exclamation mark jumped out in front of the photo.

[You are not currently a friend of the other party, you need to verify to send information]

Song Xun: "?"

Lin Pei: "..."