After coming out of the clinic, Jiang Zhihuo conveyed what the doctor said to Yan Mu.
"Soulmate?" Yan Mu took the report, looked at the contents in detail, and pointed out, "The name is a bit silly."
"Don't say it either." Jiang Zhihuo laughed and hit Yan Mu.
In the final analysis, no matter what pheromones are fully matched, and the secondary sex genes are fully compatible, it is only a conjecture that the symptoms of pheromone rejection can be improved. Even if blood is drawn, it will take a long time to wait for the doctor's research results to come out. At present, there is only one thing that can be verified.
—Very comfortable.
That night, Jiang Zhihuo lay on the edge of the bed and said, "Brother Yan, let me ask you a question."
"What?"
"That's it..." Jiang Zhihuo moved closer to Yan Mu, "Were you comfortable the first two times?"
Yan Mu was stunned.
It was a bit embarrassing to talk about this topic. Jiang Zhihuo cleared his throat and held back the heat behind his ears: "Pheromone is fully matched, I heard it will be very comfortable, Brother Yan, how do you feel?"
There was a book on Yan Mu's legs. After a long period of silence, the pages of the book automatically moved to the previous page.
"What about you?" Yan Mu did not give a direct answer.
"I forgot." After the heat in his ears subsided, Jiang Zhihuo turned on his shameless mode and sat next to Yan Mu, arm to arm. "We both fainted afterwards, so I can't remember what it felt like."
"Yeah." Yan Mu turned the book back to the page he had just read without changing his expression. "I'll ask you again next time if you don't feel dizzy."
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
"Aren't I asking you?" The words were already out, and Jiang Zhihuo was embarrassed. Of course, he couldn't let Yan Mu fool him, so he had to come up with an answer no matter how naughty he was.
So he raised his hand and took the book from Yan Mu's hand, threw it on the bed, turned over and sat on Yan Mu's legs, hugged his neck, and rubbed his cheek affectionately: "Brother Yan, do you want to try now?"
My face was hot, and my body temperature was transmitted through a thin layer of clothing.
Yan Mu's Adam's apple rolled, but his facial expression remained unchanged.
He put his arm around Jiang Zhihuo's waist and touched her lower part with his other hand.
No one can control what they do during the estrus and susceptible period. I used a little too much force. Although I applied ointment, it is still red and swollen and it hurts when touched.
The unfamiliar pain stimulated the nerves the most. Jiang Zhihuo straightened his back instantly and took a breath.
Yan Mu looked at him with dark eyes and asked, "How to try?"
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
"Fuck." Jiang Zhi was so angry that he wanted to leave. "There's no point in chatting. Goodbye, Brother Yan."
After he finished speaking, he propped himself up and tried to move, but Yan Mu did not let go of his hand. Instead, he stroked his hair, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "I'll wait until you feel better."
The next day, the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the third year of high school at Lincheng No. 1 Middle School started.
Although the winter vacation was only two weeks long and couldn't break the biological clock, Jiang Zhihuo was still a little confused when the alarm rang.
It was just dawn outside the window, the red lanterns hanging on the balcony opposite had not been taken down yet, the streets were still filled with the atmosphere of the New Year, and the poor senior high school students were already sitting in the classroom with a bag full of test papers.
The top students had not yet recovered from the holiday, and the whole class was in a daze when they sat in their seats to eat breakfast.
This situation continued until Ding Jianhui walked into the classroom carrying a large bag.
"Classmates, everyone did well in the final exam last semester! Most of you have achieved your set goals." Ding Jianhui opened the bag, filled it with the gifts he had promised to give, and distributed them to the tables one by one.
The gifts for boys and girls are different. Girls get pens and notebooks that are full of girlishness, while boys get a figurine of the male protagonist of a popular anime recently.
"Wow, so cute!" A girl received the notebook, "Thank you, Teacher Ding!"
"Yes, my daughter picked it out." Ding Jianhui also showed off his precious daughter.
He continued speaking as he sent messages: "First, let me announce some good news! Our class's average score in the final exam surpassed Class 4 in the grade ranking! Especially Zhihuo, he has made great progress! He really got 100 points, 531 points is not less!"
“!!!!!!”
The whole class was stunned for a moment, and suddenly started banging on the tables.
"Brother Huo is awesome!!"
“This is huge progress!”
"Five hundred and three and four hundred and three are totally not on the same level! Huo Ge must have worked hard to get it right!!"
"Isn't that too strong?! It's only been one semester, and you have over 300 to over 500? How did you learn that, Huo?!"
Ding Jianhui just walked up to Jiang Zhihuo and put a figurine on his desk: "Zhihuo, can you share some tips on how to improve yourself?"
"What method is there? Isn't it a bit of a show-off to talk about study methods in front of a bunch of top students?" Jiang Zhihuo said with a smile, "However, there is a very important prerequisite for progress."
"What?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "First of all, your grades have to be bad enough, otherwise how can you get a higher grade?"
This wave of self-deprecation was so funny that the atmosphere immediately became relaxed and the class burst into laughter.
Ding Jianhui smiled and turned back: "How about sharing your schedule?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "Then I really don't have a schedule, but can I share the schedule of the God of Study?"
"!!!"
"Study God! Come on, I have prepared paper and pen!"
"Him." Jiang Zhihuo pinched his chin and thought for a moment, then paused in a mysterious manner, "The God of Study's schedule is simple and crude. As long as he's breathing, he's definitely doing exercises."
The class became lively again after hearing this sentence. The academic god's grades were a hurdle that no one could surpass. Only because he didn't take the final exam this time did Class 1 have a chance to surpass Class 4. Even such an awesome person kept doing practice questions! He was involuted! !
There was a commotion in the classroom.
Ding Jianhui let them chat freely. The atmosphere in Class 1 was always relaxed. After handing out the gifts and returning to the podium, Ding Jianhui said, "I have finished talking about the good news. There is one more very important thing."
"The final exam last semester, the city quality inspection, was indeed a bit difficult, and our school also maintained the usual level. However, the first place in this quality inspection was not from our school."
The classroom gradually became quiet.
The first one is not in No. 1 Middle School
How is that possible
They are all first-class schools. For several years in a row, no matter which exam, No. 1 Middle School has never given up the first place!
Even if Yan Xueshen didn't take the final exam, his score for the perennial runner-up wasn't low, right? How could he still not get first place?!
Ding Jianhui: "The first place in this municipal quality inspection came from Lincheng No. 3 Middle School, which was 1.5 points higher than the highest score in our grade. Everyone should work hard. We will strive to take back the first place in the municipal and provincial quality inspections!"
Ding Jianhui was well versed in the art of speaking. Before his classmates could recover from the news that the No. 1 place had been taken away by No. 3 Middle School and that the perennial No. 2 was still No. 2, he took out a stack of test papers from his bag, not giving any chance for doubt or cheating: "Then, the third thing, after two weeks of happiness, classmates, the exam begins now!!"
Everyone: “???”
This sudden exam took a whole day. We had no mental preparation at all, and we didn't even have time to hand in the winter vacation homework in our bags before we were forced to take the exam. When the bell rang for the end of the last subject, everyone was exhausted.
It’s so! difficult! !
It's not just this exam that makes everyone exhausted. The pace of senior year is fast, and every day is basically spent doing and discussing exams. After all, only exams can best train one's mentality, and every time of concentration is a test of one's mentality.
"I'm so tired..."
After taking a shower, Jiang Zhihuo sat cross-legged on the ground, and Yan Mu helped him blow dry his hair.
"Brother Yan, when will your results be out?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
"Next week." Yan Mu replied.
Jiang Zhihuo nodded.
"No more?" Yan Mu turned off the hair dryer.
"What?" Jiang Zhihuo turned his head. Yan Mu put the hair dryer with the cord rolled up on the bedside table, stretched out his hand, lifted the hem of his pants, and put the waistband on his hips, with his waistline immersed in it.
Jiang Zhihuo poked Yan Mu on the waist: "What does Brother Yan want me to say?"
Anyone who gets poked suddenly will feel itchy. Yan Mu straightened up, and Jiang Zhihuo took the opportunity to hug his neck.
His lips were pressed against Yan Mu's Adam's apple. Then, Jiang Zhihuo raised his head and touched Yan Mu's lips again: "I'm not dizzy, and I'm fine."
These six words, including the pauses, are all hints.
Both of them had just finished taking a shower, and they both smelled of shower gel mixed together.
If two big men with the sun in their bodies sleep in the same bed every day but do nothing, they are either saints or monks.
Obviously they are neither.
After more than two weeks, the discomfort in my back had completely recovered.
I can't help it. There's no need to endure it anymore.
Yan Mu pinched Jiang Zhihuo's neck and lowered his head.
It’s too hot. My whole body is hot and wherever I touch my fingers it’s hot.
Yan Mu liked to touch Jiang Zhihuo's gland the most, rubbing it with his thumb. The wound next to it had been scabbed for a long time, and the edge was especially white. He would stroke there like a real mark, and then bite that place again after making Jiang Zhihuo turn his back.
Occasionally, a sound that was made extremely fragmented by the collision would overflow between the lips and teeth.
Yan Mu would go to see Jiang Zhihuo's face.
There were mists in his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly. When he closed his eyes, his chin was raised, his collar was tilted to one side, and his clavicle, Adam's apple and chin line formed a very beautiful line.
The corners of the eyes are red, the neck is red, and the Adam's apple is also red.
Yan Mu himself was not silent all the time. At a certain moment, a heavy voice came down, overflowing into his ears like falling rocks, wrapped in a hot and scorching breath, and half of his body was numb.
There were messy clothes scattered all over the floor beside the bed, and the shower I just took wasted.
After taking a shower for the second time, Jiang Zhihuo lay on the bed.
I can't lie down, it hurts.
He was shameless and shameless before, but now he doesn't know what to say. The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten.
However, Jiang Zhihuo did find out one thing, which was indeed comfortable.
—It feels so comfortable.
Yan Mu's national competition results will be announced soon, and he has prepared the forms in advance. If he gets a ranking, he can directly apply for independent enrollment in the capital's top universities. If he doesn't get a ranking, it won't be a loss either, as his first place in the previous provincial competition is enough for him to be admitted to other prestigious universities.
Another week has passed in the blink of an eye, and the regular exams for the third year of high school will be held on Friday and Saturday.
As soon as he arrived at the classroom, Jiang Zhihuo saw a group of girls gathered together. A mobile phone was placed in the middle of the table. They were leaning forward one by one, as if they wanted to get into the screen.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
"Brother Huo!" When the girls heard Jiang Zhihuo's voice, they all turned to him.
One of the girls raised her phone and showed the picture on the screen to Jiang Zhihuo: "Brother Huo, is this you and Yan Shen!!"
The trailer that picku101 released the night before was playing on the phone, announcing the first team-building activity for the top 100 trainees. The boys were divided into different groups and went to different places in Lincheng for photography.
One of these places is the Provincial Library.
In the picture, Yun Xiaoxu and two other teammates were huddled around a study table, with some math problems in front of them.
"What the hell is this?"
"Why can't you understand it again?"
"Oh my God, is there anyone who can save us?"
After the breakdown, Yun Xiaoxu suddenly looked in a certain direction. The camera followed his eyes and the picture showed a group of passers-by studying in the library.
Two of the handsome guys stood out even in the crowd.
The author has something to say: The story about the competition admission is just made up, if it is inconsistent with the reality, it is just made up!!!
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