Chapter 6 Absolute Suppression Has a Reason
He obviously didn't expect that his pheromones would have no effect on the new tutor.
"That's not important." Jiang Chaoyang met his scrutinizing gaze. The aggressive pheromones were like the cool breeze from the air conditioner. He smiled and said:
"Mr. Han, how about we start by analyzing the wrong questions on the exam today?"
Jiang Chaoyang said as he closed the door.
Han Shuquan looked down at Jiang Chaoyang, as if trying to find a trace of forced strength on his face. After a while, he looked away and said, "I've seen you before."
"What?"
"Weren't you the one who walked into the wrong box yesterday?"
Jiang Chaoyang recalled it and coughed dryly a few times, "Let's start the class."
"I don't need a tutor." Han Shuquan said arrogantly.
Jiang Chaoyang:?
Why hire a tutor if I don’t need one?
"If classmate Han doesn't like studying, we can try to start from the basics first." Jiang Chaoyang sat down at the table.
Han Shuquan is still in college, but he failed all his subjects. His grades are so bad that the teacher can't improve them even if he increases his regular marks.
This further ignited Jiang Chaoyang's determination to pull him ashore.
Han Shuquan didn't say anything. He sat opposite Jiang Chaoyang and stared at his face with suspicion.
Jiang Chaoyang could feel that gaze growing hotter and hotter like fire. He suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and placed the study materials in front of him:
"Is there something dirty on my face, Han?"
"Teacher Jiang, can you look into my eyes?"
Jiang Chaoyang looked up as he was told, his gaze going straight into those ice-blue eyes.
The blue seemed to come alive, with a vortex swirling deep in the pupil and a layer of faint blue fluorescence gradually appearing at the edge of the iris.
The scene suddenly switched.
The touch of the cold, hard floor came through his clothes, causing Jiang Chaoyang to tremble. He found himself pinned to the ground by an irresistible force.
The back of his neck was firmly gripped by a large, bony hand, causing a distinct dull pain. Han Shuquan's tall body completely enveloped him, casting a shadow like a cage.
Han Shuquan's pheromones seemed to have condensed into a tangible weight, mixed with a strange mental force field, pressing heavily on Jiang Chaoyang's limbs and bones, making even his fingertips unable to move at all.
Han Shuquan lowered his eyes and looked at him, his blue eyes filled with only the desire for control.
It's like looking at your prey.
The vision suddenly shook.
All the discomfort suddenly disappeared and Jiang Chaoyang's body stiffened.
He was still sitting steadily on the comfortable desk and chair, with exercise books and materials spread out in front of him.
...What the hell was that just now?
Han Shuquan supported his chin with one hand, his elbow casually resting on the table. The sunlight fell on the ends of his light-colored hair. The corners of his lips were slightly stretched, and a sharp fang peeked out.
"Teacher Jiang?"
His eyes were filled with innocent doubt, and his voice was filled with just the right amount of concern: "You don't look so good all of a sudden. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to take a rest?"
Jiang Chaoyang stared at the pair of blue eyes that had returned to normal.
He was sure that Han Shuquan released the paratype pheromone.
It is a phantom type.
That moment of collapse, that feeling of being pinned to the ground, were all illusions of being manipulated on the mental level.
The illusion type does not directly control thoughts or behavior, but rather distorts perception and creates hallucinations.
This guy is simply playing tricks on him!
Jiang Chaoyang took a deep breath and forced a professional smile. "Mr. Han, it's better not to use this kind of trick on the teacher casually. Be careful of retribution."
Han Shuquan sneered, and his eyes darkened for a moment.
He leaned forward slightly, his tone delicately drawn out, with a hint of amusement and understanding:
"Teacher Jiang, what are you talking about? I don't understand. How can you curse me to suffer retribution?"
...What a great way to put the blame on someone else.
Jiang Chaoyang's teeth were almost broken.
It’s really fucking great.
Han Shuquan was simply a Waterloo in his tutoring career.
Jiang Chaoyang scratched his hair, stood up and said, "I'm going to get some water. You should read the questions carefully first. If you don't understand, ask me later."
"OK."
He really deserves a beating.
Jiang Chaoyang walked downstairs, thinking about how to deal with this kid.
Suddenly, the sound of chickens crowing and flapping wings came from the kitchen. Jiang Chaoyang turned around and walked over there.
Aunt Rong was frantically trying to hold down the hen when her neck was cut in half, and bright red blood splattered everywhere.
"What's wrong?" Aunt Lin rushed in at the sound. Seeing the blood, her face turned pale and she pushed the chicken into the sink. "Quick, quick, quick! Wipe up the blood!"
Aunt Rong was taken aback by her nervous look, "Ah? The chicken isn't dead yet."
"Wipe the blood! Wipe it quickly!!"
Aunt Lin roared, she quickly grabbed a few rags and stuffed them into Aunt Rong's hands, and picked up one for herself.
She frantically wiped the glaring red spots on the wall, her movements hurried and frantic:
"Hurry up!! We can't let Young Master Han see this! Not a single drop can be left!"
Aunt Rong was frightened by Aunt Lin's loss of composure. She was new here, and while frantically wiping, she asked, "Does Young Master Han have mysophobia? Why can't he stand the sight of blood?"
Aunt Lin paused in her wiping motion. She quickly glanced outside the kitchen, seeing no one. "It's not mysophobia, it's a mental illness!"
She whispered, "Mr. Han cheated on his wife many years ago."
Aunt Rong widened her eyes.
"Mrs. Han discovered them and wanted a divorce, but Mr. Han refused and even used aggressive pheromones to hurt her. We tried to rescue him, but were paralyzed by the pheromones and couldn't move."
"How can an omega beat an S-class alpha? He's almost suffocating. He's desperate and will fight to the death if he grabs a knife." Aunt Lin's voice was a little choked.
"But Mr. Han snatched the knife away and stabbed it directly into my wife's chest."
Aunt Lin wiped it quickly, her voice heavy with sorrow: "How old was Mr. Han at that time? He was only twelve years old. He had just come back from school with his schoolbag on his back and a perfect test paper in his hand, so happy..."
"I saw his father standing there covered in blood, and his mother lying on the ground, bleeding all over the floor."
"Since then, Young Master Han has become a completely different person. He used to be such a good kid, with top grades, well-behaved and polite. Even the servants liked him."
Aunt Rong turned pale when she heard this.
Aunt Lin said, "The blood left a shadow on Young Master Han, and he hasn't recovered yet. He even hates the color red."
Jiang Chaoyang hid in the shadow not far away, with his back against the cold wall.
His hands were empty and he didn't even pour water.
He now understood why Butler Ren wanted to change his bag.
Jiang Chaoyang pinched his eyebrows, adjusted his expression, turned around and walked towards the study on the second floor.
Han Shuquan was flipping through the pages of his book in boredom when he heard the sound of the door opening. He glanced at Jiang Chaoyang unexpectedly, curled his lips and smiled:
"It took you so long to come back. I thought Teacher Jiang couldn't stand it anymore and ran away."
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