Yanling omega doesn't want to talk

Chapter 1

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"...You are not yet an adult, this drug will not only suppress your pheromones, but also disrupt your menstrual cycle."

Qiao Yan was sitting on a bench in the hospital, his nose filled with the smell of hospital disinfectant.

His glazed eyes were staring blankly at a certain point in front of him, and he was unconsciously clutching a prescription in his hand, with the words [pheromone department] written on it.

What the doctor said just now was still echoing in his ears.

"If you insist on taking this medicine, there may be a burst of pheromones and a sudden susceptibility period...you think about it yourself."

Why don't you call your mother...

Qiao Yan held the prescription slip in one hand, and turned sideways to reach for the phone in his pocket.

Just now, because of the blood draw, he stroked the sleeve of the elbow to reveal half of his dazzling white forearm. He put the coat on the other hand. Maybe it was because of the cold in early spring. Even though the air conditioner was turned on in the hospital, Qiao Yan's hand was still A little stiff.

As soon as the phone was taken out, it fell to the ground with a "snap" before it was held firmly.

Just as Qiao Yan was about to reach out to pick it up, a group of panicked boys ran past him.

His old cell phone was trampled and kicked, and rolled miserably across the aisle, where it was reduced to scattered parts.

It seems that God did not let him make this call.

Qiao Yan thought blankly, and it took a long time before she stood up to pick up the smashed mobile phone.

One hand picked it up for him first.

It was a hand with distinct bones.Compared with Qiao Yan's thin and clean hands, the back of this hand was covered with large bruises and blood stains, and the veins around the wrist emerged, carrying some indescribable hostility.

Qiao Yan looked along that hand, and met the boy's slightly frowning brows.

The boy's face was covered with bruises, and the corners of his lips were stretched into a straight line, looking very unfriendly.

"Your?" The boy stretched out the bloody hand, his voice was low and hoarse.

The pheromone blocked by the distance rushed into Qiao Yan's nasal cavity with the smell of blood.

Lime... cedar... strong wine... Accompanied by the strong smell of blood, Qiao Yan was dizzy for a moment.

——This is an alpha, with a high level of pheromone.

The strong oppressive feeling brought by the pheromone made Qiao Yan blush, and he involuntarily took two steps to the side.

"...Sorry." The boy realized the spread of his pheromone and switched hands.

The strong pheromone evacuated, Qiao Yan took a few breaths, and reached out to take the wreckage of the phone.

"Lin Xiao! Come in quickly, you still need your hands!" At this time, a person poked his head out from the door of the consulting room and shouted loudly.

Qiao Yan heard the boy in front of him softly "tsk": "Come on, shout a fart." Then he walked towards the consulting room.

Halfway through the walk, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around and walked back, and stood two meters in front of Qiao Yan: "Leave an account number, I didn't bring my wallet today, go back and pay for your mobile phone."

Qiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then took out a pen and paper to write a string of numbers, and handed it to the boy.

The boy took the note and raised his hand, then turned and walked towards the consulting room.

The noisy hospital hall became quiet again. Qiao Yan looked at the broken mobile phone in his hand, and unfolded the crumpled prescription.

The snow-white shirt was neatly buttoned to the top, revealing a thin white neck, and the tall and straight spine could be vaguely seen in the slightly baggy clothes.

Qiao Yan was standing on the podium with a bag on his shoulders, and a group of students were stunned below.

"Wipe off all the saliva." Yu Huili, the homeroom teacher, knocked on the podium, "This is the newly transferred classmate Qiao Yan, please be conscious. It's okay to help new classmates, but not to harass, you know?"

As soon as the voice fell, the following burst into laughter.

"You sit first...the last row." Yu Huili scanned the classroom, her eyes fell on the empty table for two in the last row, and she frowned, "Lin Xiao didn't come to class again? "

Lin Xiao?

It has the same pronunciation as the name of the boy I met at the hospital yesterday.

"Report to Teacher Yu, Lin Xiao said he was sick—" the boy at the desk in front of Lin Xiao replied with a drawn out voice.

Yu Huili's sharp eyes swept over: "Awesome, Chen Le, Thousand Miles Transmission?...Have you brought your mobile phone? Hand it in."

The whole class laughed again, and Chen Le quibbled: "How could it be, I said it this morning."

Yu Huili knew that he was talking about running the train, but she didn't ask too much. Obviously, this classmate named Lin Xiao had skipped class once or twice.

Qiao Yan clutched her bag and walked to the seat.

It's fine if he doesn't come, it's best to sit alone.

The seat next to it was so clean that it didn't look like someone had sat there before. There were only a few brand-new textbooks in the belly of the table, with "Lin Xiao" written in large characters on the cover.

Zhang Yang's large characters took up half of the cover, and his presence was stronger than the name of the textbook.

"Hey, transfer student, don't mess with my Brother Xiao's things." Chen Le turned his head and said in a low voice, "He hates others touching his things the most. Once his temper comes up, everyone will beat him up, you little body... ..."

"In the new semester, you all know the test." Yu Huili stood on the podium, ignoring the wailing below, and glanced at Chen Le who was talking nonsense, "The exam will be this Saturday. , Did you write your homework well during the winter vacation? It came out in one test...Chen Le, use your voice transmission to tell Lin Xiao that if he comes last in the test this time, I will visit his home."

Chen Le turned back in shock.

"Go to self-study in the morning." Yu Huili waved her hand chicly, stepped on her high heels and left.

As soon as the head teacher left, the class exploded immediately.

"Exams and exams, there are so many exams..." Chen Le lay on the table half dead, and lamented, "If I can be as chic as my Brother Xiao, I won't take the exam if I don't want to take it, and I will call it a blank paper if I hand in a blank paper..."

Chen Le's deskmate was a girl with braids, she snorted coldly: "Lin Xiao is the second generation rich, are you?"

Chen Le just wanted to refute, but felt that he had nothing to say, so he lay back listlessly.

"Hey, Chen Le, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to find those from No. [-] Middle School...how is it?" A few boys in the back row came up and asked, "Have you been beaten up?"

Chen Le sighed for a long time: "Don't mention it, we asked them to talk about reasoning in Lantern Alley yesterday, but the gang of grandsons came to Yin, brother Xiao injured his hand in order to protect an omega."

Rich second generation, skipping class, fighting.

Amidst the exclamation of braids, Qiao Yan glanced at the magnificent "Lin Xiao" on the cover.

—Be sure to keep a distance from him.

"Speaking of which, you are also an omega, Qiao Yan?" Chen Le suddenly turned around again, "Why can't I smell your pheromone at all?"

Qiao Yan's back tightened, and the corners of his lips pursed.

"Barrier," he wrote on the paper.

"Oh--what brand of blocker, it's quite good." Chen Le didn't have a heart, "Why do you just write and don't talk? Afraid of being caught by Teacher Yu? It's okay--you see that everyone didn't study hard..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped hard by the braided book.

"I'm sorry, Qiao Yan, he can't hold back his words." Twisted Braid smiled apologetically, then turned around and said in a low voice, "Are you stupid!"

Chen Le looked at the braid in a daze, unable to figure out what he said wrong.

Qiao Yan knew what she meant.

A few days before registration, when he came to go through the transfer procedures alone, rumors about him being mute had already spread.

He did not clarify on purpose.

After all, in a sense, he... really couldn't speak.

"In terms of men, it has to be our brother Xiao." The boys in the back row were amazed, "It's not enough to attract bees and butterflies in school, and now they are starting to go out and flirt."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Chen Le frowned, "Alpha is responsible for protecting omega, do you understand?"

The boy was refuted, and sneered: "Okay, Chen Le, I'm afraid you won't even be able to drink soup if you follow Lin Xiao's ass, so determined, is he your father?"

While talking, he glanced at Qiao Yan jokingly: "Transfer student, you have to be careful, your deskmate is a master among thousands of flowers..."

Before he could speak, a book flew over from the back door with a "swish", hitting the boy hard on the back of the head impartially.

"I'll go, who is it!" The boy jumped forward after being beaten, and turned his head angrily while touching the back of his head.

"It's your father." I saw a tall and straight figure standing at the back door of the classroom.

Lin Xiao was carrying the bag slung across his body, the chain was open, obviously it was a book just taken out of the bag.

He still had a thick bandage wrapped around one hand, and the corners of his lips were drawn into an unfriendly arc like yesterday.

"Grass." The boy cursed in a low voice, then turned around dejectedly.

"Brother Xiao!" Chen Le was very happy, "I thought you wouldn't come today."

Lin Xiao seemed a little sleepy, his eyes drooped slightly, and he looked up and down, Qiao Yan, the new tablemate with indifferent eyes.

Qiao Yan pursed the corners of his lips unconsciously.

It was really him, the boy I saw at the hospital yesterday.

"Qiao Yan?" Lin Xiao walked to the side of the seat, glanced at Qiao Yan's neat signature on the textbook, and sneered, "Give me a fake account?"

Qiao Yan turned his head.

The mobile phone was also very old, and it was time to change it. He thought that one more thing would be better than one less thing, so he just wrote a string of numbers to send him away.

Who would have thought that we would see each other again.

"What fake account?" Chen Le couldn't understand, "Do you know each other?"

Qiao Yan shook his head quickly.

Lin Xiao didn't say anything, and looked at Qiao Yan with a half-smile, and Bao Yi sat down.

Qiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, Lin Xiao's sword-like eyebrows frowned.

He turned his head, his face was a little unhappy: "Are you an omega?"

Qiao Yan didn't understand, so he nodded.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiao's face darkened all of a sudden: "Does Yu Huili know that I don't sit with omega?"

It was Chen Le who asked, but Qiao Yan who looked at it.

Qiao Yan was also rarely angry.

If it wasn't for such a vacant seat, who would want to sit with him?

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Chen Le quickly smoothed things over: "Qiao Yan Qiao Yan, Lin Xiao is not targeting you, he never sits at the same table with any omega."

"But Brother Xiao, although Qiao Yan is an omega, I don't know what brand his blocker is, so he didn't leak any pheromone! Just treat him as a beta."

But Lin Xiao squinted his eyes: "beta? Blocker? It smells so strong, you can't smell it?"

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Yan seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

He should have taken medicine to block pheromones, and sprayed with blockers... How could he smell his pheromones?

No...if you really smell his pheromones...

Qiao Yan stood up abruptly.

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Push the infinite stream of Jiyou——"Island·Royal Decree No. 38"

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Xie Zhao wakes up on a weird island.

【New islander with identity number CTM90, welcome to the island of Chaturanga. 】

The shadow playing the flute by the river at midnight, the murder in the black confinement tower, the murderous candy town, the boy wearing a goat mask spreading misfortune...

The trial court issued all kinds of sinister and treacherous tasks, and the islanders who managed to complete them got points and improved their class status.

They prayed that when they reached the highest level, they could leave this isolated island and return to reality.

In addition to Xie Zhao:

I'd rather stay here forever if I could escape that disgusting reality.

How many levels can a person who has no desire to survive survive in the survival game?

My teammates treat me like cannon fodder, but cannon fodder hopes to destroy the group.

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Xie Zhao: Seeing you struggling in despair, I just want to laugh.

Chi Yan: I use all my courage to save you, and may your future be bright and brilliant.

Both mournful and evil/morbidly perverse/purely crazy criticize & warm and cheerful/arrogant narcissism/little sun gong, next year.

Redemption and anti-salvation, players who do not survive in survival games, heal from depression.