Fanwai 20: abo Fanwai (1)
There is a new transfer student in the second grade (3) class.
It happened to be heavy rain that day, and Xia Xiqing, who was thinking about jumping over the wall and skipping class, was blocked in the classroom by the heavy rain. The closed windows allowed the pheromone smell to mix together, mixing into a strange smell, making him dizzy.
The head teacher opened the door and added a scent of sandalwood. It was almost like a Buddha came in. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting in the last row, stretched out his hands and lay on the table, wanting to sleep.
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He straightened up.
It smells... so damn good.
This is the sweetest and most delicious smell Xia Xiqing has ever smelled. It is richer than the best vanilla cake, soaked by the rain outside, it's wet, pure and lusty.
Best of all, this is the glandular smell of omega.
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Xia Xiqing tilted her neck twice, eyes locked on the open door.
"Introduce a new classmate to everyone." The head teacher pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned his head and looked out the door, "Come in."
Prior to this, Xia Xiqing had always felt that their school uniforms had not failed. The most failure was not ugly, but plain, with white short-sleeved shirts and black trousers. There were no bright spots at all.
But when the transfer student walked in, his critical and demanding aesthetic was met with great satisfaction.
The visitor is also 1.9 meters tall, with a pair of long legs wrapped in black school uniform pants. For an art student like Xia Xiqing with his own perspective ability, he is basically no cover. Although the pan is tall and tall, you can walk in those two. The end of the step is positive, unlike the model who walks on the stage, it looks like Tiananmen is kicking in front of him. This buddy's profile is also really amazing, with a high nose and brows, like a mixed-race.
The moment he turned around, Xia Xiqing couldn't help raising his eyebrows and whistling in his heart.
This buddy was sent to the door by God, pointing to his taste.
Most of his hair was wet, and there were water drops on the end of the hair, dripping down from the corner of his forehead, dripping to the line of his angular jaw, shaking. The white shirt was drenched in the rain, sticking to the body with the damp air of midsummer, faintly revealing the muscle lines of the chest and abdomen.
Just looking at it like this, Xia Xiqing had already traced in his mind the appearance of this person sweating profusely on a delicate occasion.
As an alpha, what Xia Xiqing likes the most is not the soft and soft omega, which is not attractive to him at all. He likes to collide and conquer. To put it bluntly, I like to have energy.
"Hello everyone, this is Zhou Ziheng." He took a piece of chalk from the head teacher and wrote his name on the blackboard.
His voice is nice, melancholy, and full of magnetism. He pushed it away in a quiet classroom, like throwing rocks into a lake, ripples crashing into Xia Xiqing's heart.
The head teacher added, "Classmate Zhou jumped to a grade, so he is younger than everyone else. You have to help him more in the future and integrate into our third class as soon as possible."
Hey, I'm still a little brother. Xia Xiqing was more satisfied.
Zhou Ziheng showed a fairly friendly smile and bowed to the classmate sitting below, "Please give me your advice in the future."
Just when he was about to get up, he banged, knowing that something hit the ground, and the sound of clattering broke the silence of the classroom.
Zhou Ziheng straightened up, and, like all his classmates, his eyes followed the sound, and he fell to the last row of window seats.
In that position, sat a boy who looked almost beautiful to describe him, his face was full of guilt, he raised his hand and grabbed the hair on the back of his head awkwardly, and smiled.
His voice was very soft, like the only dry cloud that escaped the rainy sky.
"Sorry, I accidentally knocked it down." He looked very submissive, and he bowed his head to apologize to everyone, and finally raised his head, looking at Ziheng's deep eyebrows with seemingly simple eyes, "I'm sorry."
"Classmate Zhou."
The head teacher coughed, "Be careful when doing things." He turned his head and said to Zhou Ziheng, "It just so happens that Xia Xiqing is not at the same table in the class. You should sit next to him. You are all tall, sit behind you. The other classmates have no effect either."
Xia Xiqing...
I read the name silently in my heart. Zhou Ziheng nodded, grabbed the schoolbag hanging on his left shoulder, and walked to the last row with long legs.
While breathing, Xia Xiqing, who bowed his head and picked up the colored lead one by one, felt that this supreme sweetness was getting closer and closer and more charming.
Until a pair of clean white sneakers appeared in front of his eyes, the slender shadow turned into a ball and enveloped him. A slender and clean hand picked up the last colored lead on the ground for him, the red one. Xia Xiqing raised his head, straightened up and sat on the chair, and saw Zhou Ziheng, who was squatting on the ground, handing him the pencil, like a red rose that bloomed perfectly.
"Thank you." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to take it, and took this opportunity to rub his finger with his fingertips. It was very short and light, with almost no lingering. But the other party didn't seem to be doing much. He just nodded, silently pulled away the chair beside him, sat down, and quietly opened the schoolbag, took out a black pencil case and a blue one from it. Notes.
He just sat next to Xia Xiqing, the sweet vanilla smell made him happy.
"Let's go to class, take out the weekly test papers that were not discussed yesterday," the head teacher cleared his throat, "what question did we talk about yesterday?"
"Question 13!"
"No, I've covered Question 13."
"Let’s talk about the big topic..."
Although Xia Xiqing was about to move in his heart, he could see that Zhou Ziheng was not a good bait. Although the pheromone on his body was sweet, it was different from many omegas, and he looked a little inaccessible.
Is it possible that you have been accosted too many times
After all, these days, population, explosion, and explosion, whether it is a high-quality alpha or a high-quality omega, are among the most sought-after products, and there are always many people rushing to rush to the body.
Let’s forget about the alpha. The physical gap is there. No matter how it is, it won’t be at the mercy of the omega, but the reverse is not the same. If an omega encounters a group of difficult alphas, there is nowhere to run. Let it be slaughtered.
So he fully understands that some omegas that are scattered all over the body are not close to the aura, which is also a kind of self-protection. In this severe courtship environment, Xia Xiqing also used his natural and harmless appearance to disguise his identity as an alpha, in order to get close to those omegas that are not easy to start.
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But... Xia Xiqing glanced sideways at the people around her, omega grows so tall... it doesn't seem to be many.
In order to establish Ji's friendship with Zhou Ziheng as soon as possible, and to lay a solid foundation for the future attack strategy, Xia Xiqing used his unsuccessful disguise skills and pushed the test paper before him to the middle of the two desks.
"Let's watch it together." A sweet smile appeared on the face of this beautiful little angel, extremely friendly and extremely well-behaved.
Zhou Ziheng looked directly at the face in front of him without evasiveness. He felt strange and puzzled. This friendly omega always made him feel that something was wrong, but he could not tell what was wrong. He had a beautiful face, fair skin, deep double eyelids, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and his dark pupils were glowing with water. His eyes slid down his delicate and worthy nose to the tip of his nose.
There is a very small mole, which was not found when I was looking across the class just now.
This person named Xia Xiqing, his pheromone smells like roses and is very rich. Although this smell is not uncommon in omega, it is different from the roses he had smelled before. Zhou Ziheng couldn't tell what was different.
"Don't you look at it?" Xia Xiqing's lips opened slightly, as full as a ripe red berry, and the colorful moist uvula in it was looming.
Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple rolled slowly and calmly, showing a smile.
"Look, thank you."
Looking at the same paper, naturally you have to get closer and closer. Xia Xiqing pretended to inadvertently leaned against Zhou Ziheng, stepped on the side beam of his chair with his right foot, elbow resting on his right knee, palm supporting his pointed chin.
His beautiful peach eyes drifted from the equation on the test paper to the back of Zhou Ziheng's neck. His head was buried very low, and the smooth-lined back of the neck had a bulge, which was a vertebra.
Zhou Ziheng felt that he was looking at the back of his neck. He was very sure, but he didn't speak or raise his head, his eyes were fixed on his test paper. He became increasingly confused about why an omega would have the weird habit of staring at the back of the neck of others. But he seemed to be a very smart person, Zhou Ziheng thought about looking at the test papers full of check marks.
He likes smart people.
In any case, smart people are always interesting.
"Right." As if thinking of something, Xia Xiqing lowered his head and reached out to find something in his drawer, his entire back arched, and he bent over to look. Zhou Ziheng, who did not squint, finally moved his eyes away from the test paper, and glanced at Xia Xiqing beside him. This gesture made the white shirt on his back tightened, and the raised spine was fully outlined, and the butterfly bones moved along with his movements. , As if it would break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly in the next moment, but with a sigh of relief, climbing up the line, Zhou Ziheng saw his slender nape.
It is fairer and cleaner than the back neck of many female omegas.
The moment Xia Xiqing got up, Zhou Ziheng looked away and fell back to the curly face. The buffering of his heartbeat was delayed, and he was still agitated for a while.
"Here you are." Xia Xiqing handed him a pack of tissues. Seeing that Zhou Ziheng hadn't taken it, he pulled out one by himself and stuffed it into Zhou Ziheng's hand. "You wipe it, don't catch a cold."
Zhou Ziheng gripped the paper tightly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, you are at the same table."
The head teacher wrote the lengthy process of proof on the blackboard. The heavy rain outside the window has not stopped, but it is getting bigger and bigger. "Just now the teacher said your name, Xia, Xi, Qing..." Zhou Ziheng said his name in one sentence. A special smell made Xia Xiqing's eager heart even more difficult, and she couldn't help licking her lips.
Zhou Ziheng turned his face to the side, "Which clear character is it?"
Unclear, unclear. The first reaction in Xia Xiqing's mind was this word.
He smiled, his complexion as gentle as the untimely spring breeze, "clear and clear."
Zhou Ziheng nodded twice, "Good name."
"With each other." Xia Xiqing curled her lips, but her smile changed.
The two people who had their own ghosts reached a tacit resonance under the circumstances, like a flame jumping into the sea, and the glacier falling into magma.
Unreasonable and very exciting.
In the late self-study, the rain outside only stopped slightly. Zhou Ziheng had been earnestly bowing his head to calculate the problem, and after calculating two pages of draft paper, he finally did his math homework. The people around me went to the bathroom with the excuse ten minutes ago, and haven't come back yet. With a sore neck, Zhou Ziheng turned his head and leaned back for a while. The boy in the front seat accidentally bumped his table, knocked over a bottle of red ink at the corner of Xia Xiqing's table, and the ink bottle flipped over.
Zhou Ziheng reacted, thinking of Xia Xiqing’s friendly and kind attitude, and quickly picked up the glass bottle, used the paper towel he gave him to hold the ink that was about to flow on the table, and used all the paper towels. This was almost remedied, only ten. The fingers were all dyed with ink, and the rose color penetrated into the gaps between the fingerprints.
Before they were completely dry, Zhou Ziheng decided to wash his hands and spray some omega pheromone perfume by the way.
After raising his hand to ask for leave from the monitor, Zhou Ziheng left the classroom and walked through a corridor to the men's bathroom at the end. As soon as I approached, I heard a familiar voice inside. He is a new transfer student, and there are not many people who can make people feel familiar.
Xia Xiqing at the same table is one.
"I don't know why you are still pestering me?" His tone changed, and even his tone was different, completely different from the gentle and friendly person as the angel he saw. Impatient, impolite, and even a bit sharp and direct.
"Isn't it obvious that what I refused? Isn't it too ugly for you to rely on me so much. Huh?"
He said ah, the tone went round and round, and it was so bad.
Peeping and eavesdropping have always been Zhou Ziheng's most nasty behavior, but at this time, if he left directly, it seemed strange, as if he was afraid of him.
There was another person's voice in it, soft and weak, and I knew it was an omega just by hearing it.
"But, I really like you..."
"You like me." Xia Xiqing repeated this person's tone, and then let out a disdainful sneer, "Like me, and then entangled with another person. Tsk, your likes are really cheap."
"Xi Qing, I..."
"Get out of here." Xia Xiqing's voice cooled down, as if he didn't want to say another word, decisively and simply.
It's too late if you don't leave, Zhou Ziheng thought. But his steps are not dictated by his own willpower.
The next second, a thin white guy came out of the bathroom, with a sweet and soft raspberry pheromone smell on his body, and he ran into Zhou Ziheng, lowering his head quickly and fleeing away. Zhou Ziheng didn't look back at him, only heard the gurgling sound of water in the bathroom.
He walked in, and Xia Xiqing, who lowered his head and carefully washed his hands, raised his head, like a meticulous murderer who cleaned up the scene after a murder. The moment he raised his eyes, his eyes were cold. After seeing the person in the mirror, he suddenly changed and flashed. Surprised, but soon calmed down.
He laughed and changed back to the friendly tablemate.
"What a coincidence." Xia Xiqing's voice returned to gentleness.
Zhou Ziheng stared at him in the mirror with a cold face, without saying a word.
"Have you heard?" Xia Xiqing was calm and composed, as if he was not the person who said those words just now. He raised his hand and used those wet hands to fasten the torn neckline for himself, one by one. , The drops of water flowed down his neck and stopped on his raised collarbone.
"I want to put on another outfit." Xia Xiqing turned around and approached Zhou Ziheng step by step. He hooked the open door with his foot, and slammed the door shut with a slam.
He raised his hand, pressed Zhou Ziheng's chest, and pushed him to the door. His wet hand left a palm mark on his white shirt, which was pressed against the left atrium. It was obviously cold but hot inside.
"You should have seen it." Xia Xiqing said straightforwardly with the harmless face of humans and animals, "I like you."
As soon as he approached, Zhou Ziheng suddenly noticed that the omega gland smell on his body had suddenly disappeared. On the contrary, in the sharply compressed air, he smelled an extremely spicy tobacco smell, which was very choking, rushing, and mixed with melancholy. Aroma of roses.
It turns out that this is his pheromone smell.
"I am alpha, you are right." Xia Xiqing was horribly straightforward. "I only pretend to be omegas just to get close to those high-quality omegas and turn them into my bag."
As he said, his face approached little by little, and his misty eyes moved to Zhou Ziheng's lips, "For example, you are such a good one..."
Suddenly, Xia Xiqing frowned slightly.
No, the taste of the glands is so weak.
Before he had time to say the remaining half sentence, a huge force pushed him against the cold tiled wall. He was caught off guard quickly. Zhou Ziheng's arms hugged Xia Xiqing's waist tightly, making him unable to resist.
He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the pheromone breath became stronger. The sweet vanilla scent did not disappear, but another scent that had been suppressed and hidden gradually emerged, enveloping Xia Xiqing's body.
It was the lingering smell of gun smoke after firing a shot.
"What a coincidence." Zhou Ziheng squeezed Xia Xiqing's chin, slowly rubbing his thumb against his full lower lip, and the rose-colored ink of his fingers stained the corners of his lips.
"I pretended it too."