Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Pay attention to the degree

Chen Luan didn't expect to see Yu Xiaotan here.

After such a long time, he almost forgot about this person.

He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, half-narrowed his beautiful grey eyes, crossed his arms, and smiled, "Who was I thinking? It turns out to be Master Yu."

"What's going on? Are you tired of the red wine at home and want to come to the military academy to try some disinfectant, or is it that the Yu family is bankrupt and needs the precious young master to come out to work to pay off the debt?"

The attitude is really not friendly.

But Yu Xiaotan wasn't annoyed. Instead, he walked over with his eyes half-closed, his tone still a bit complaining: "It's been so long, can't you say something nice?"

But before he could get close to Chen Luan, an arm appeared in front of him.

The tall alpha looked at him silently with his eyes downcast, then raised his hand to stop him two meters away from Chen Luan.

The pheromones of Qin Yang's agarwood scent in the air collided with the oncoming aroma of fragrant wine.

Yu Xiaotan stopped and did not move forward.

He glanced at Qin Yang's face and then looked away. He smiled and extended his hand towards Chen Luan again.

"The disinfectant tastes just okay, but I do have more red wine than I can drink at home. Instructor Chen, would you be interested in having a drink with me after get off work today?"

"I'm allergic."

Chen Luan stepped aside Yu Xiaotan and headed towards the infirmary: "How is the injured?"

"He has a broken right arm and a slight fracture in his right calf. We just finished treating him."

Yu Xiaotan put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and shrugged, then followed Chen Luan in. "Are you allergic to alcohol? That's a shame."

Without even turning his head, Chen Luan casually said, "I'm not allergic to alcohol, I'm allergic to you."

Yu Xiaotan: “…”

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Qin Yang at the back, on the other hand, lowered his eyes and coughed lightly to hide the corners of his mouth that kept curling up.

There was no one in the infirmary at this time.

Chen Luan turned the curtain and saw the young student leaning against the headboard of the bed facing the door.

Seeing Chen Luan come in, he immediately lowered his head, his face flushed, scratching the back of his head and laughing awkwardly: "Brother Luan."

"Not bad, you still recognized me. Congratulations."

Chen Luan came in and leaned over to look at the plaster casts on the man's arms and calves. He tutted and said, "Have you been thinking about something lately? You're almost on vacation and you're cosplaying as a mummy here."

"...The opponent's attack was too fierce, and I panicked and took the wrong step."

Meng Sen grabbed his head and didn't dare to look into Chen Luan's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he was hit on the head with a paper tube.

Chen Luan rolled up the training sheet and banged it on his head, feeling very disappointed.

"Will you panic even after you get to the contaminated area? If you crash in there, who's going to rescue you? Huh? Expecting the desolate beasts to suddenly lay down their butcher knives and become Buddhas and rush you to a medical station?"

"You're already a third-level student, yet you still make such a low-level mistake? Teacher Huo, you only have one face. Can you save yourself a little?"

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts! Stop hitting me, Brother Luan, I was wrong, I was wrong—"

Meng Sen held his head and shouted exaggeratedly: "I will definitely train more when I get back!"

"It's almost vacation time. Where are you going to go? The training ground is almost locked."

Chen Luan put his hands away, hugged his arms and sneered: "It seems that your arms and legs will not be healed for a while, so don't take the final exam. I will apply for you to take the make-up exam next semester."

Hearing that he could take the make-up exam, Meng Sen's face, which had been as sad as a little bitter melon, immediately brightened up. He reached out and hugged Chen Luan's arm with his good arm, and was about to bury his head in Chen Luan's arms: "Brother Luan, you are really my great benefactor!"

However, before he could touch Chen Luan, he felt a sudden suffocation in his throat, as if fate was strangling his throat and dragging him back forcefully.

He let out a short "quack" sound uncontrollably.

Qin Yang quickly raised his hand and grabbed Meng Sen's collar from behind, pulling him back.

"Stop struggling. Be careful with the new cast on your arm."

"Oh oh oh, you are so considerate, brother."

Meng Sen patted his plaster hand with a silly smile: "It would have been even more thoughtful if you hadn't scared me into crashing the plane."

Chen Luan: “?”

He looked up at Qin Yang.

Qin Yang silently turned his head, lowered his eyes and touched his nose, avoiding Chen Luan's gaze.

Chen Luan was so angry that he laughed.

According to Qin Yang's crazy and desperate style of play that the best defense is offense, he suddenly felt that it was understandable that Meng Sen crashed due to panic and operational errors.

He stuffed the training sheet into Qin Yang's hand and said, "This is the only good brother you have, and it breaks easily, so you should use it sparingly."

"Here's the training schedule for you. Familiarize yourself with it first, and you can officially start next semester. Don't bother your brothers with confrontational training. I suggest you go see Teacher Huo, or you can come see me when I'm free. This will help prevent accidents and save me from having to write two reports."

After saying that, Chen Luan waved his hand and walked out the door: "Let's go."

The three people in the room watched Chen Luan leave.

After packing up the equipment, Yu Xiaotan placed the tray on the table with a light "click" sound.

He turned around and lay down in the swivel chair. With a push of his legs, the chair turned around and faced Qin Yang.

Then he crossed his legs and raised his eyebrows to look at Qin Yang and smiled: "Young Master Qin, have you changed your career to become a royal guard? You're watching me so closely, I just got close and he couldn't wait to hit me with his pheromones."

"I advise you not to set your sights on him." Qin Yang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then went to get a glass of warm water and handed it to Meng Sen.

The latter took the water, drank it in two gulps, looked at this and that, and blinked: "Eh? You two know each other. Another drink."

"Just a childhood playmate." Qin Yang went to get another glass of water. Seeing Meng Sen finish it in two gulps, he handed the glass back to indicate that he wanted more. He was silent for half a second.

"...How about I bring you the water bucket and drink from it. Are you a water buffalo?"

"One more cup, one last one, please." Meng Sen pressed the cup into Qin Yang's hand, clasped his hands together and shook it, pinching his throat and saying pretentiously, "I'm really thirsty."

Qin Yang: “…”

He closed his eyes and said, "Shut up, disgusting. I'll just answer it for you."

Meng Sen accepted the water Qin Yang brought with satisfaction. He pretended to blow on the non-existent tea leaves in the disposable paper cup, took a sip, and then said shockingly, "So you two both like my brother Luan?"

Qin Yang: “…”

Yu Xiaotan: “…”

Silence.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not blind." Meng Sen laughed, holding the water cup. "You two are almost fighting in front of me with your pheromones. I've known for a long time that Qin Yang is interested in my brother Luan. Who are you?"

"Ignore him, he's a pervert." Qin Yang took an orange from the fruit bowl on Yu Xiaotan's desk, peeled it open and ate a slice. He closed his eyes because of the sourness and stuffed it to Meng Sen: "Next time you see him in the infirmary, avoid him."

"You think I'm a pervert, but you're so good at eating my fruit. No more eating it."

Yu Xiaotan curled his lips and put the fruit plate aside.

"Aren't you studying in the Business School? Why are you working as a school doctor's assistant? Has the Yu family even extended their influence to the military academy?" Qin Yang reached out and pulled the fruit plate back, then touched an apple.

"The Business School is so boring. I haven't found anyone interesting." Yu Xiaotan spun around in his swivel chair. "The military academy is directly under the jurisdiction of the military. Are the Yu family really trying to get involved in the academy? I took the medical qualification exam and applied to be hired."

Of course, why the other applicants later gave up is not the military's business.

In short, money makes the world go round.

"There's more." Yu Xiaotan's feet, which were hanging in the air, fell to the ground with a "pop", and the spinning chair also stopped.

"I don't like Chen Luan." He laughed wantonly. "I just think he's interesting. Playing with him should be - uh!"

Before he could finish his words, he heard a dull "bang" and a pair of large hands with distinct joints pinched Yu Xiaotan's neck and pressed him against the back of the chair.

The young alpha in training uniform narrowed his dark eyes and leaned over to stare at Yu Xiaotan. His threatening pheromones pressed towards Yu Xiaotan, whose face was flushing from being pinched. "Master Yu, please be careful with your words."

Veins began to bulge on the latter's forehead, and he used his thin fingers to pry the hand on his neck. His delicate and beautiful eyes showed some physiological tears, but were curved upwards.

Yu Xiaotan smiled with difficulty, speaking excitedly and intermittently, "Ha! Don't you think—cough! Making... Chen Luan's beautiful eyes—um! Cough cough cough—shed tears—is a wonderful thing?"

The next moment, the hand that was pinching him suddenly exerted force, and high-grade ALPH secretion with the scent of agarwood surged in the infirmary, causing Yu Xiaotan to feel dizzy and a dull pain in the glands under the back of his neck.

The throat was compressed to the point of severe pain, and the breath was squeezed into a sharp whistle. The lips and tongue felt numb, and even the fingertips that tried to flap and struggle turned a little pale.

Darkness slowly began to spread from the edge in front of Yu Xiaotan's eyes, and vague roars came from his ears.

He heard a low, hoarse voice next to his ear:

"Yu Xiaotan. I warned you."

Consciousness gradually became blurred.

Until a voice seemed to come from a very far away place, like a muffled sound coming from the bottom of the water: "Hey! Hey, Qin Yang, you are going to strangle him to death. If you want to go to jail, don't take me with you! I don't want to be your accomplice!"

The next moment, the hand that controlled his breathing slowly released.

The air seemed to be filled with a handful of glass shards, which cut tiny wounds in the throat before finally flowing back into the lungs, which had been compressed to the limit, piercing most of the lungs and causing them to feel stinging.

Yu Xiaotan bent over painfully, supporting his knees. He coughed violently, but continued to laugh as he coughed. He raised his head and looked at Qin Yang with his eyes, the edges of which had been pinched to reveal a scarlet circle.

"Qin Yang, you lunatic, you still call me a pervert?"

"If your mouth can't learn to speak decently, you'll never need to speak again."

Qin Yang wiped his hands slowly, his dark eyes glaring at Yu Xiaotan coldly: "You can do whatever you want with others outside, but don't touch him."

Meng Sen, holding half an orange, poked half his head out from behind, with a look of innocent curiosity on his face: "What kind of messy things are you playing with? How messy is it?"

Qin Yang threw away the alcohol wipes in his hand, raised his hand, picked up the orange in Meng Sen's hand and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat yours, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

The latter's face was bruised by the sourness, and he shuddered before swallowing the orange. "Fuck, it's so sour and you stuffed the whole thing into my mouth? I'm so sour that I'm dying. Who will be your wingman?"

"I don't need a wingman."

Upon hearing this, Meng Sen immediately leaned back exaggeratedly: "Wow, so confident."

Qin Yang looked at him as if he was an idiot: "Because I don't plan to chase him at all, why would I need a wingman?"

Then he dragged out a wheelchair and easily carried Meng Sen into it with one hand: "Let's go, apply for injury leave for you."

Yu Xiaotan's voice, hoarse from his throat injury, came from behind, with a hint of gloating: "Hey, Qin Yang. You still don't know what those two Jiang family boys think of him, right?"

"Are you going to give him up like this?"

Alpha's dark eyes deepened a little, and his fingers gripping the wheelchair handles tightened slightly, but in the end he just said "It has nothing to do with you" and his figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

The days in midsummer are so long that they make people feel restless. Groups of graduating students come to take photos in front of the main building square. Finally, the scorching sun has exhausted its strength and slowly drifted to the west. The color has also melted from the dazzling white to a large pool of orange hanging on the horizon.

The Pioneer Fleet and the Hunter Special Forces argued for a whole day, and finally each returned with a barely satisfactory list. Except for the graduates, the students also began their final exams for this semester, which lasted until half a month later.

After finishing the final work, Chen Luan also welcomed his rare vacation.

Starting from next semester, he will serve as a formal main subject teacher to teach a group of new students.

It was mid-afternoon when I got home. The sun, burning platinum, was scorching the earth. The air near the ground was rising and twisting, and even the chirping of cicadas was made crisp by the sun.

Chen Luan took off his coat and was changing his shoes at the entrance when he was hugged tightly by a figure.

The young man hugged Chen Luan's waist, his hot chest pressed tightly against his heartbeat through the thin summer fabric, and his tone was full of uncontrollable joy: "Chen Luan, guess how many points I got on the test?"

"Hmm? Are the results released?"

This time, Chen Luan didn't push her away immediately because she was too hot. Instead, he rubbed Jiang Ling's fluffy hair and frowned, "It seems like you are satisfied with the result?"

The latter rested his chin on Chen Luan's shoulder and rubbed it, like a proud large dog wagging its tail. "Tell me, how are you going to reward me?"

"You didn't even bother to look at my report card, and you're already asking me for a reward? Get down here! Do you know how heavy you are?" Chen Luan patted Jiang Ling's arm, which was wrapped around his waist, and dragged the large pendant on his body towards the living room with difficulty: "Where's your brother?"

"Ask Jiang Xun when you get back. He can't die."

Jiang Ling took a disgruntled bite of Chen Luan's shoulder, only to receive a solid bite of sugar-roasted chestnuts on the back of his head.

"Hiss—it hurts! Jiang Ling, when will you stop biting people?"

Chen Luan frowned and raised his hand to pull Jiang Ling's neck, trying to tear the large dog away from his body, but he was caught off guard and fell backward, sinking into the soft sofa.

Jiang Ling's arm was resting on Chen Luan's ear, and most of his body was covering Chen Luan.

The clean and refreshing scent of the young man wafted towards me.

Due to the meeting requirements, Chen Luan wore the white military uniform again today.

He had taken off his coat and hung it at the door. He was only wearing a shirt, a black leather belt around his slender waist, and his tie was a little messy on his chest due to his previous movements, with the top of the tie stuck on the beautiful Adam's apple on his neck.

And those gray eyes were lazily half-closed in order to avoid the dazzling sunlight coming in from the window. And I don’t know if it was because of fatigue or some other reason, there was a hint of watery red at the corners of the eyes, and the whole eyes looked misty.

Jiang Ling looked at those eyes and was inexplicably reminded of the dream she had when she was 15 years old.

It was almost the same perspective as the one he was using now when looking at Chen Luan.

The only difference from now is that in the dream, Chen Luan’s collar was messily open, and the neatly tied tie seemed not to be here, but to be in——

Jiang Ling's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes moved up uncontrollably, touching Chen Luan's wrist, which had fallen on his head due to the sudden fall.

Under the light, the wrist looked like a piece of glowing, lustrous jade.

The pigeon in my chest flapped heavily a few times.

A little bit of burning heat rose from deep inside the body, quickly drying up the moisture around the throat.

"Jiang Ling, get up, you're dead."

The lips in front of my eyes opened and closed, and the tip of the bright red and soft tongue was faintly visible between the lips and teeth when I spoke.

The sounds in his ears gradually blurred into a hot reverberation, and he could not hear any of the words that came out of those lips.

He only remembered that he kissed her in his dream.

"What are you doing?"

A light voice suddenly sounded from behind, bringing with it a spicy scent of tequila.

The illusion in front of him instantly dissipated like ink dropping into water, and the cold pheromones belonging to his twin brother that pressed towards him quickly pulled him back to reality.

Jiang Ling climbed up with the pillow next to Chen Luan's ear without saying a word. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes after being interrupted when she looked at Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun, who had just walked in, calmly shifted his gaze from Jiang Ling's face to Chen Luan: "I'm back, brother."

"Huh? You went to buy groceries."

Chen Luan stepped on Jiang Ling's thigh and pushed him away to sit up. Still feeling a little hot, he simply untied his stuffy tie and shirt collar, revealing a small piece of white collarbone.

"Jiang Ling said that you guys have announced the results. How is it?"

"Yeah. Not bad, didn't perform badly."

Jiang Xun came in after changing his shoes, put the bag on the dining table, turned around and sat down next to Chen Luan, put his arm around Chen Luan's waist, rubbed his cheek against Chen Luan's chest, and said slowly: "It's so hot outside, it hurts my skin."

"Why don't you just use an umbrella or put on some sun protection clothing?"

Chen Luan placed the back of his warm hand against Jiang Xun's flushed face.

“Hmm—”

Jiang Xun tightened his grip a little, and pressed his cheek, which was a little hot from the scorching sun, against Chen Luan's collarbone. "I was worried that I wouldn't be able to catch up with you when you get home from get off work, so I was a little anxious."

Chen Luan laughed and rubbed Jiang Xun's hair twice like he was petting a small animal. "Why rush? I can't get lost. Would you like a cold drink? I remember there are two bottles of frozen pear soda in the refrigerator."

"I'll just drink ice water."

"Why didn't you ask me if I wanted a soda?"

Jiang Ling leaned over and reached out to pull Chen Luan's tie in dissatisfaction.

"You've been sitting at home all day with the air conditioner on full blast. Don't you have the ability to drink anything yourself? I didn't lock the refrigerator."

Chen Luan untied the tie that was wrapped around Jiang Ling's hand, patted Jiang Xun's arm to let go, and walked around the kitchen. A bottle of ice soda covered with a layer of mist flew towards Jiang Ling's head from a distance: "Here, I've got it."

“Snap—”

The soda was caught steadily by a bony hand.

Jiang Ling opened the can with one hand, leaned back on the sofa with his arms outstretched, and smiled at Chen Luan like a jerk with the corners of his lips raised: "You might as well just smash me to death. Smashing me to death will make it easier for you to wear couple outfits with others every day."

"That's what a military uniform looks like. What can I do? I can't get over this joke, can I?"

Chen Luan was too lazy to pay attention to the little bastard who brought up this matter from time to time.

He handed the ice water in his hand to Jiang Xun, and opened a bottle of soda and drank half of it in one gulp: "When should I apply for college? Do you have any ideas?"

"Look at my transcript first."

Jiang Ling put down the soda in her hand, ran over happily and lay on Chen Luan's back, put her arms around his shoulders, took out a crumpled piece of paper and smeared it on Chen Luan's face.

"Hold it away. Are you going to use this paper to wash my face? I can't see clearly."

Chen Luan smiled and raised his hand to take the report card. He glanced at it and widened his eyes in surprise: "It's so high."

"Only 17 points lower than Jiang Xun!" Jiang Ling said proudly, like a large stuffed animal seeking credit. "It's much higher than the cutoff score for the Federal Military Academy last year."

Then he turned around and looked at Jiang Xun: "We have already decided which school to apply to."

"Hmm?" Chen Luan tilted his head to look at him.

The voice that responded to him was Jiang Xun's: "We will apply to the Federal Military Academy."