Chapter 17 His weeds. Actions speak louder than words...

Tang En looked in that direction, touched his nose with his hand, and then stroked his lips.

It's not that other people don't have this kind of vigorous vitality. It's just that when people see the green grass growing on ordinary grasslands, they will only sigh at the vastness of the grassland.

But when people see a grass growing in the cracks of boulders, they will often sigh at its amazing vitality.

What's more, in Tang En's previous life, he saw more decadence. Those people were addicted to the juice that fermented into alcohol, and bowed down to the skirt of desire, showing their extravagant and reckless abandon at the peak of life.

- It's a bit interesting.

Tang En thought.

Tang En's daily life was simply incredible to Iris.

- Incredibly boring.

At least before meeting her, Iris could never imagine that in the materialistic upper class society, there are still people who attend a ball every three days and a dinner every seven days.

Tang En is not surrounded by beautiful women. The bees and butterflies always come to him regardless of his wishes - usually no one will refuse. It is perfect to use power and money to enjoy the body and beauty.

And Tang En said to her: "Don't take depravity as a virtue."

Iris knew Tang En earlier. She came to the capital system at the age of 14. But the timing was a little late. The new generation of powerful and wealthy children already had fixed playmates.

She still remembered the first time she attended a dinner party. She was led in by the butler. There was no adult around her to rely on, and people of the same age were whispering to her.

When Iris thought she was the only one who was out of place, she found Tang En behind the balcony curtain.

Tang En was only wearing a simple black evening dress - it was too mature for a 14-year-old teenager, but it was just right for her. From behind, Iris could not see the necklace around her neck, but only the sapphire bracelet on her wrist and the red pomegranate juice in the goblet in her hand.

The atmosphere was very unique.

When sharing the balcony with her, it was not so much that their peers isolated them, but rather that they isolated their peers. So even though Iris had other friends later, she still kept in touch with Tang En, the most eccentric person among her peers.

Tang En lived like an ascetic monk. She had almost no requirements for exquisite and luxurious clothes and accessories, and almost no demand for delicious meals. She even didn't care about the pursuit of others. Apart from training, she was almost obsessed with nothing.

"You like him?"

Iris asked.

Tang En raised his eyebrows when he heard Iris's question, "Why should you like a specific person? You will miss a lot of scenery."

Iris instinctively thought that Tang En was lying. After all, if Tang En was like her, then he should be a playboy type of person.

But Tang En's eyes when he looked at her were extremely calm, as if he was condemning her for her lack of philanthropy.

For a moment, Iris was a little uncertain.

"You came back to school a few days late. Did you go for pheromone matching?" Tang En suddenly asked.

When Iris talked about this, her expression was a little unnatural, "Oh, yes."

Tang En didn't like pheromone matching. She once called matching "inter-galactic scientific breeding activities." It

was very crude, but extremely accurate.

The galaxy that Iris had stayed in was known for its breeding industry, which enabled her to fully understand what Tang En meant.

In the interstellar age, the population was never too large. The land they owned was really too large. At this time, in order to maximize the utilization of population resources, it would of course be best for young couples with higher matching degrees to have the most children together.

"Have you matched the candidates?" Tang En asked.

Iris was a little embarrassed by Tang En's straightforwardness. She said, "There is one with an 85% compatibility. I plan to meet him this weekend."

Tang En didn't know that Iris had brought up the "interstellar scientific breeding activity" she mentioned.

That was when Tang En had just turned 18, and he went there once without knowing it. She teased herself after she came out.

Fortunately, the match didn't work out. There was no O in the entire empire with a compatibility of more than 60%.

Hearing what Iris said, Tang En was a little surprised and said bluntly, "If I had a match of more than 80%, you would not see me at school now, but at a wedding."

She raised a teasing smile at the corner of her mouth: "The premise is that they can still push me into the pheromone matching center now."

In fact, Iris's progress was similar to what Tang En said.

"My wedding should be next month." Iris said with some headache.

For children of noble families, having a wife/husband with a high degree of compatibility is a plus point in competing for inheritance rights. This means that the children born by the couple can inherit the excellent genes of both people to the maximum extent. Having children also means the stability of the next generation.

Iris can't give up her Omega wife with such a high degree of compatibility. She is as tempting as her unattainable power.

Of course, Tang En doesn't have to worry about this, because she is the only one in their family.

Of course, Iris doesn't worry about marrying a stranger with whom she has no feelings. Her headache is: to hold a high-class wedding in less than a month.

Tang En had no interest in Iris's wedding. Her eyes returned to the competition field. "If you need me, I'm happy to help. I heard that when the matching degree is over 80%, there will be some wonderful chemical reactions between the two people. I look forward to your happiness after marriage."

She wrinkled her nose and smelled a smell of tobacco.

After all, Lambert was the son of the Minister of General Affairs. He had excellent resources and conditions. He had a certain foundation before coming to the military academy. He didn't think he had any rivals in the first grade, but he didn't expect to be suppressed by a B today.

It's okay for him to be suppressed by the third grade, but he must be the freshman king!

The smell of tobacco was very pungent. Philus felt that the pheromone seemed to have a substance, drilling into his lungs, forcing his limbs to lose strength.

After all, he was not a B, but just covered up his pheromones as an O, and his nose was not really as dull as that of a B. He couldn't even judge whether he could cough now, and whether the pheromones released by the other party could be smelled by Beta?

At this moment, a faint rose fragrance emanated from his arms.

This fragrance directly attracted Phyllus and made his mouth and nose clear.

In a trance, Calus thought he was in a rose field after the rain, with a fresh and fragrant breath surrounding him.

——It was Tang En's pheromone. The half bottle of sunscreen she gave him was used by her, so it was inevitably stained with her scent.

Calus clenched his fist and punched the man in front of him at the base of his ear.

This is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human head. If it can be hit, the rich nerves and active mandible here will be subjected to a force of more than 20kg, which can cause a person to fall into a short coma or a concussion.

Alicia blew a hooligan whistle to cheer, and took a small bottle of deodorant and sprayed it on Lambert's body. It was something to eliminate the smell of pheromones.

Felix stood there without moving, still feeling a lingering fear, and touched his chest pocket.

His remaining rationality told him that Alicia did not stop Lambert directly, which meant that Lambert's pheromones were not yet at the level of angering A, so he, "B", should not have smelled it.

If he had behaved abnormally just now, if it wasn't for Tang En's pheromones... I'm afraid he would have exposed his abnormality just now.

"Tang En..." Felix whispered the name again.

It turned out that her pheromone smelled really like roses.

Tang En's pheromone was only a trace, but the smell was so obvious.

What was the degree of matching between him and Tang En? For him to smell that faint fragrance.

"Beep!"

Alicia called for someone to lift Lambert, who was temporarily unable to get up.

"Who else wants to challenge our Philus?!"

Philus looked at Tang En during this gap.

Tang En was also looking at him at this moment, with praise and encouragement in his eyes.

Philus pinched himself hard with his hand hanging by his thigh. The feeling of pain could suppress his current... it seemed that he was in a happy mood.

He wanted to find a way to walk to her side step by step. He

wanted to be the center of attention and let Tang En's eyes fall on him.