Chapter 8

The names Lu Qi and Lu Si are too obvious.

Gu Fang tossed and turned at night, unable to help but cover his head with his pillow, like an ostrich. Blame it on him for being so stupid that he couldn't react in time.

I forced myself to close my eyes, but the scene of myself being so ignorant during estrus flashed through my mind again and again.

ah--

Gu Fang opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, so why did the estrus period come early?

After returning home, he did not dare to alert his private doctor and measured the pheromone secretion level in his glands himself. Fortunately, it was within the normal estrus range and could be controlled by inhibitors.

It turned out that the third operation was successful and no major problems occurred.

As for why it came early, Gu Fang had some guesses as he felt the pheromone smell gradually fading in the air.

After leaving Lu Si, his pheromone secretion gradually stabilized until the estrus period ended tonight.

His estrus period was always short, always coming and going quickly, unlike a normal Omega. Doctors believed it was a remnant of pheromone secretion syndrome.

This time it also ended abruptly, but for the first time it had a powerful start.

Gu Fang took out the small card from under the pillow, and his crow-wing eyelashes drooped in melancholy.

He expected that the flowers and cards would not be delivered.

He had not expected how deeply he was obsessed with Lu Si's pheromones.

He keenly realized that behind this unusual greed, there was a tendency that he instinctively feared and dared not indulge.

Lu Si came in early in the morning carrying a pink box and a bag of hot milk in his mouth.

People came into the classroom one after another, and there was a light blue paper bag on his desk.

Lu Si guessed that it was sent by O, who didn't study hard. After putting down the box, he opened it casually and saw a small bunch of white daisies lying on the folded school uniform, with a small card attached.

The moment he saw the school uniform, Lu Si guessed who it was.

He first glanced at his deskmate's seat. Sure enough, the backpack was there, but the person was gone - he didn't know if there was something wrong or if he was just afraid of embarrassment.

Without asking for leave, is it okay for him to be in estrus?

Lu Si's brows were indifferent. While opening the straw in the milk bag, he picked out the card and tilted his head to look at it.

"Thank you for last night (little star)"

My fingertips couldn't help but touch the little star. Was it hand-painted? A very gentle watercolor.

Lu Si raised one eyebrow slightly, remembering something. He took out his cell phone while drinking milk. The star on Gu Fang’s profile picture was exactly the same as this one.

So he can also draw, Lu Si thought casually.

When the bell rang for morning self-study, Gu Fang came in on time as if nothing had happened.

He was wearing a black mask and holding his hands in his pockets. His naturally upturned eyelashes seemed to be condensed with the coldness of the mountains. He came in through the front door, attracting the furtive glances of his classmates along the way.

Lu Si was wearing glasses and looking at the morning reading assignment on the blackboard. As Gu Fang approached, his eyes were involuntarily drawn to him.

He narrowed his narrow eyes, noticing that when Gu Fang's eyelashes drooped, his blue pupils, shrouded in shadow, shone with an inorganic coldness. It reminded him of Gu Fang's extremely cold and calm expression last night, and the instinctive feeling of being offended he'd felt at that time.

Lu Si quickly wiped out this inexplicable fantasy. After Gu Fang sat down, he took out a bag of hot milk from his pocket and pushed it across the table.

Gu Fang was taking off his mask, his upturned eyelashes fluttered several times, and then he looked over with bright eyes.

"Is it for me?" He narrowed his eyes and quickly accepted it as if afraid that he would regret it. "Thank you!"

After a while, Gu Fang had already opened the straw, but found that Lu Si's gaze was still on his face. Behind the thin lenses, his starry eyes were slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?" The Chinese teacher had already arrived. Gu Fang lay down and whispered, "Is there something on my face?"

Then Lu Si ruffled his hair in annoyance, turned his head and took off his glasses.

"nothing."

I just feel that his eyes are very warm and touching when he smiles.

Very...beautiful.

"Brothers and sisters!" After morning self-study get out of class, the student council rushed into the classroom with a list, "The results of the opening exam are out!"

The science class was indeed a science class. With the exception of Lu Si, who was still catching up on his sleep, almost everyone was very active. Even Gu Fang, who didn't have an exam, waited until there were fewer people around before he sauntered to the front to carefully examine the report card posted on the wall.

There are more than 40 people in Class 2, and Lu Si ranks 40th, which is just within the top 100 in his grade.

I'm afraid that teachers who have taught Lu Si will always mention this classic case of him in future to teach students how terrible it is to be poorly educated in certain subjects - he got full marks in mathematics and more than 290 points in comprehensive science, which is close to full marks. Just looking at these, people can sincerely call him a top student.

There are only two subjects, Chinese and English, so the score can't be lowered too much, right?

But the fact is, just based on these two subjects, Lu Si's full score and near full score were pulled from the front gate to the hip axis.

My Chinese language level has been up to par for a native speaker, and is just above the passing level.

But foreign language exams don't require face, and the test is just a few points away from the passing line.

Just looking at the results of these two subjects, it is hard to believe that this is a student from the science and engineering class.

Gu Kao was silent in front of the report card for a long time, then went back with a sullen face.

A girl was comforting her deskmate: "It's okay, there will be another chance next time. The exam at the beginning of the semester is just to test your bottom line. Just talk to your parents, it's okay..."

The girl looked up and saw Gu Fang's equally gloomy face. Without thinking, she said, "Gu Fang, you didn't do well in the exam either?"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, she realized that the new classmate had not taken the exam at all. She was embarrassed and confused. He didn't even take the exam, so why was he so sad?

Gu Fang lowered his eyes and saw her deskmate leaning on the girl's shoulder. She had her face buried in her shoulder-length hair and her shoulders were trembling slightly. It seemed that she was the cultural and arts committee member named Shu Nanzhi.

Shu Nanzhi... Gu Fang recalled the report card. He had a good memory and vaguely remembered that he was ranked last, behind Lu Si.

This result is acceptable for the whole grade, but it is not good enough for the science class.

Gu Fang was a little worried about Lu Si's situation. When he returned to his seat, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Si still sleeping soundly on the table with a carefree look on his face.

After hesitating for a while, he put a box of Wangzai milk on Shu Nanzhi's desk. The girl at the same table saw it and winked at Gu Fang.

During the break, Lao Du asked the monitor to bring a note for leave to Gu Fang.

As Le Jiayu said, Mr. Gu had already informed the school, so he didn't have to go to the playground to run.

Listening to the music of the morning exercises outside, Gu Fang felt a little bored, so he took out a photocopied English test paper from the desk hole, corrected the wrong questions one by one, and copied them neatly into his notebook - although these were not his wrong questions.

After copying, he estimated that the senior high school students on the top of the mountain would have almost finished running, so he went to the bathroom a little early to change the barrier patch.

I threw the opened package into the trash can and suddenly heard a few students coming outside and mentioning him in their casual conversation.

"So, other Omegas can run, but he can't?"

"Don't you think so? This transfer student has too many privileges. Director Liu even takes special care of him. What's his family background?"

"Didn't Le Jiayu from Class 11 come to see him last time? They looked like they knew each other before. Doesn't Le Jiayu's family have to be very rich?"

"Ah... no wonder."

Gu Fang's hand stopped as he was about to push open the partition, and he was unable to move forward or backward for a moment.

Then a familiar voice rang out, "Everything else is fine, I don't care - but after he arrived, he inexplicably took my seat, so I can't sit at the same table with Brother Lu. I'm so unlucky..."

It’s Chen Yi.

Gu Fang suddenly felt a chill on his back.

What about Lu Si? Does Lu Si feel the same way?

...Perhaps he really did go too far. His approach should be sensible, measured, within boundaries, and not disturb him or those around him.

Gu Fang lowered his eyes, and a few strands of hair slid down his smooth forehead, covering the loneliness in his eyes.

Back in the classroom, Gu Fang continued to mask his insignificant loneliness. The teachers were busy reviewing the test papers, and no one asked if he was following along or understanding the instructions. Lu Si even printed the test for him.

Director Liu had previously said that he was there to experience life as a senior, and that whether he could keep up with the studies didn't matter, so there was no need to worry. The teachers didn't ask, perhaps because they didn't want to put pressure on him.

Everyone was actively or passively giving way to him. Gu Fang knew that this would cause trouble to many people, that it was very rude, and that it went against the upbringing he had received since he was a child, but he still... didn't want to leave No. 12 Middle School, didn't want to leave Class 2.

Don't want to leave this seat.

Want to continue to be willful.

If Chen Yi is dissatisfied, then let him be dissatisfied.

Gu Fang adjusted his mindset, casually twirled the pen with his fingers, supported his chin with one hand, and pretended to casually glance sideways, landing on the side of Lu Si's face as he frowned and corrected the subjective questions in Chinese.

If anyone wants to grab it, just come and grab it.

Gu Fang lowered his eyelashes and hid his gloom, as long as they could grab it.

After school in the afternoon, Gu Fang and Le Jiayu had dinner outside the school. After digesting the food for a while on the playground at the top of the mountain, he went to the third floor of the cultural and sports building alone.

The afternoon is the time when the most people participate in club activities.

The sports and cultural building was bustling with activity, with the activity room filled with the most freshman and sophomore uniforms. Gu Kou had received his new uniform at noon, but he hadn't taken it home to wash it yet, so he hadn't changed into it. His expression of ease and contentment matched that of his younger classmates.

When I arrived at the door of the art club, I ran into Shu Nanzhi who was holding a bunch of tools.

"Hmm?" Gu Fang was a little confused. He didn't know how to address her, so he just used "you". "Are you going out to sketch?"

Shu Nanzhi looked up at her, pursed her lips, and looked a little depressed. Gu Fang clearly saw that her eyes were a little red, and paused: "You..."

Shu Nanzhi quickly composed herself, looked up and smiled: "I'm here to quit the club. I've only been a member of your club for one day, and I feel embarrassed."

Gu Fang remembered that during the afternoon study class, she was called to the office by Lao Du. She was silent for a while and didn't know what to say.

Advising her that if she likes painting, she should just stick with it? This is too sarcastic. Gu Fang is not her, and he has no idea what kind of situation she is facing.

Instead, Shu Nanzhi continued, "Thank you for giving me Wangzai today!"

She smiled, her eyes narrowed, and she looked pretty and delicate: "You are not as cold as they say, Gu Fang."

After seeing Shu Nanzhi off, the sophomore vice president Xu Jing's face was no longer bright.

Leading Gu Fang to choose a seat, Xu Jing finally chose the drawing board that Shu Nanzhi used to sit by the window. She sighed, "I wonder if I will have to quit the club in my third year of high school..."

President Xia Zishu raised his head from behind his drawing board and chuckled, "I don't need it. And if you join the arts and sports specialty class, you won't need it either."

The president of the sophomore club, Xia Zishu, is an extremely enthusiastic Omega. As soon as Gu Fang came in, he exclaimed, "The new school hunk is worthy of being the new school hunk. Doesn't this directly overwhelm all the good-looking boys in the school?" He is quite heartless.

"Go away," Xu Jing gave him a cold look. "With my drawing skills, it's a miracle that I could get into university."

Xia Zishu said as a matter of course: "You have high scores in cultural subjects."

Xu Jing sighed, "Sister Nanzhi must be quite good at both academics and professional subjects. It's a pity her parents won't allow her to..."

Xia Zishu was very open-minded: "Everyone has their own aspirations."

It was quite amusing to listen to their bickering. Gu Fang smiled, spread out the drawing paper, and smudged the watercolors he had brought with him.

Before he started to paint, he didn't have anything in mind. He just saw the green shade outside the window reflected by the setting sun and thought the color was beautiful, so he adjusted the color according to the picture.

After laying the background and applying the second layer of color, he suddenly paused his brush tip, dipped it in the paint, and drew a profile of a face against the green shade.

With a frown and a tense face, he looked at the Chinese test paper in his hand with distress.

He has a high nose bridge, a thin jaw, and furrowed eyebrows that are long, thin, and sharp. His temperament is a mixture of youth and adulthood, and his heroic spirit reveals a hint of the unrestrainedness unique to youth.

He was so absorbed in painting that he could not hear any external noise. Only after he finished did he suddenly wake up, his brush stagnating, leaving a halo of ink in the lower right corner.

But it didn't look like a mistake, it just happened to fall on the test paper, like a person in a painting who had made a mistake and smeared it with black.

Gu Fang closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment.

He had decided before that he would never paint portraits again.

But looking at the face in the picture, I couldn't bear to crumple it and throw it away.

I had no choice but to wait for the paint to dry while staring blankly, and finally pushed it to the bottom of the drawing board in frustration.

Planning to repaint.

Suddenly there was a clang—

A ripping sound like thunder came from upstairs, piercing through the ceiling and causing all the art students who were concentrating on drawing to tremble their pens, drawing a lightning-like arc.

"Shit! Is there thunder?!"

"Holy crap! The building exploded?!"

The gender ratio in the art club is very "balanced", almost all of them are Omegas, with only a few Betas mixed in, but they are more aggressive than each other when it comes to swearing.

"Damn it! It's upstairs again!"

"Rock? Get lost!!"

"Do you still have any sense of public morality?"

"Our activity room is downstairs, so we have to consider ourselves unlucky, right?!"

Gu Fang learned yesterday that the sound insulation in the music rehearsal room upstairs was broken, but the school has been slow to allocate funds for repairs, which is very disturbing to the residents.

The art club was timid - although they cursed fiercely behind closed doors - but considering the kind of people those band members were, they had only dared to report to the school and had not been able to seek justice in person.

"Alright, alright," Xia Zishu said, trying to appease everyone. "One step back, and the world will be brighter. The sound insulation is old and dilapidated, and it's the school's fault. You know, it actually sounds pretty good after listening to it for a while."

Xia Zishu's smile lasted until the next climax when it suddenly exploded, causing the face he was coloring halfway to cross the dimensional line and fly to the drawing board opposite, directly ruining the paintings of two people and indirectly destroying the school uniforms of four students.

Xia Zishu slammed his drawing board, rolled up his sleeves, and cursed: "Damn it!"

"If the tiger doesn't show its might, do we think we are sick cats?!"

"Comrades! Unite! Go upstairs and beat him up!!!"

More than ten minutes later, the comrades from the Art Club huddled in the stairwell, looking at the dangerous situation ahead, looking at each other.

"It's not that I'm a coward..." Xia Zishu swallowed, "It's just that if we attack together, it's easy for the whole army to be wiped out..."

Everyone looked gloomy and nodded sadly.

Before even reaching the fourth floor, some people were already starting to back out: "Their captain, that Lu Si, is said to have even beaten up an Omega..."

"We are the ones who are right, okay, comrades!" Xia Zishu slammed the wall in frustration, "Who dares to lead the charge with me now?"

Little Os, you look at me and I look at you.

Gu Fang raised his hand at this time.

"……I?"

If he didn't raise his hand, he was really afraid that he would not be able to hold back his laughter.