Chapter 7: All S-class are crazy
"No, I just went to the restroom." Jiang Chaoyang sat back in his chair. He saw a test paper with answers written all over it.
He picked up the test paper, looking confused, "Did you do this?"
"Hmm." Han Shuquan twirled the pen.
Seeing that Jiang Chaoyang didn't say anything else, Han Shuquan glanced at the expression on his face and sneered. He threw down his pen and stood up, "Teacher Jiang, I said I don't need a tutor."
He walked around the table to Jiang Chaoyang's side, bent down, and his voice was filled with malice and contempt that was no longer concealed:
"So please don't come here again, okay?"
After saying that, Han Shuquan walked out.
Jiang Chaoyang looked at the paper in his hand, which contained a large math problem and the type of problem to solve.
Rows of beautiful and unrestrained fonts came into view. Jiang Chaoyang quickly scanned them. Every formula was correct, and it could even be said that the answers were perfect.
Jiang Chaoyang looked at the open door.
etc.
Is the blood in the kitchen clean now???
Jiang Chaoyang threw down the test paper and rushed out of the study. He ran down the stairs quickly and was so anxious that he almost fell down the stairs. He staggered and ran quickly to the kitchen.
Han Shuquan was indeed standing there, and Jiang Chaoyang could only see his back.
The bloodstains in the kitchen had been wiped clean long ago, but there were still many blood spots on Aunt Rong's clothes. Before she had time to change her clothes, Han Shuquan came.
Jiang Chaoyang saw his hand hanging by his side, his five fingers clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning bluish-white from excessive force, and he was trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Jiang Chaoyang rushed forward, and the moment he saw Han Shuquan's face clearly, his heart sank suddenly.
All the color had gone from that face, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his blue pupils were trembling.
Jiang Chaoyang stretched out his hands, held Han Shuquan's cold cheeks, and forcibly pulled his head down, making his eyes focus on him.
At the same time, a pheromone like the warm winter sun silently emanated from Jiang Chaoyang.
Those pheromones approached Han Shuquan little by little, climbing up his body gently and slowly.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Jiang Chaoyang's voice was very soft, and his fingers gently stroked Han Shuquan's tense cheek with careful tenderness:
"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine."
Time seemed to be stretched out, and Aunt Lin and Aunt Rong had already hurriedly left here and cleaned up the bloodstains.
Han Shuquan's clenched fist fingers slowly loosened, and his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.
Jiang Chaoyang breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Shuquan lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Chaoyang. He did not take his hands away from his cheeks.
"…Are you a soothing alpha?"
Jiang Chaoyang nodded, "Yes."
Simple words, like a switch.
"...A soothing alpha?" Han Shuquan murmured.
Before Jiang Chaoyang could react, Han Shuquan suddenly raised his hand. Instead of pushing him away, he pulled Jiang Chaoyang, who was standing in front of him, into his arms with great force.
Jiang Chaoyang was caught off guard and bumped into a solid chest. Han Shuquan's chin rested on the crook of his neck.
"Give me some more."
It's not a request, it's a demand.
He has the inherent strength of an alpha, but is strangely mixed with a sense of dependence after experiencing vulnerability.
Jiang Chaoyang released pheromones again without any hesitation.
He raised one hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently placed it on Han Shuquan's back, patting it awkwardly but with a soothing touch.
"Tsk, stop patting my back, are you coaxing a child?" Han Shuquan raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Chaoyang: "..."
How the hell can there be such a person in this world?!
If it weren't for the fact that he felt a bit sorry for him, he would have kicked him away!
Jiang Chaoyang suppressed the curse words in his mouth and finally said something harmless: "Don't push your luck."
Han Shuquan closed his eyes and then opened them again, "Take back the pheromones."
Jiang Chaoyang was startled, "Are you sure you're okay?"
Han Shuquan let go of Jiang Chaoyang and took a step back, as if he was a little disgusted. "I don't want to become dependent on you."
Jiang Chaoyang's mouth twitched, and his fist felt a little itchy.
"Don't worry, this dosage won't make you dependent. As long as you don't take it long-term, you won't experience withdrawal symptoms."
Han Shuquan looked like he wasn't listening seriously at all, which made Jiang Chaoyang angry.
He rubbed the other person's hair vigorously to vent his anger: "If it weren't for your pity, do you think I would be so kind as to release pheromones casually?"
"Pitiful?"
Han Shuquan seemed to have heard some new words.
He grabbed the wrist that had messed up his hair, with no expression on his face. Han Shuquan leaned down slightly and approached Jiang Chaoyang.
Suddenly, his lips curled up:
"On the day I came of age, I killed my father with my own hands."
The voice was filled with a low laugh, as if it was very happy, but when it entered Jiang Chaoyang's ears, it made his scalp numb instantly.
"Do you know how I killed him?" Han Shuquan's eyes were slightly curved, his clear blue eyes were like the sea, but it was a surging sea.
"I used illusion pheromones to trap him in an illusion, letting him experience the pain of being stabbed in the chest by my mother. I tortured him for a week and finally killed him with attack pheromones."
Han Shuquan released his wrist and said jokingly:
"Do you still feel sorry for me now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a hand suddenly appeared on his face.
Han Shuquan's eyes widened slightly, and he heard the other party say:
"Well done, but you didn't let him die in a bloody way in the end. Don't you think it's not satisfying enough?"
"...Just because I can't overcome the shadow, you still want to pity me?" Han Shuquan frowned.
"What the hell, is that what I meant?" Jiang Chaoyang was speechless. "I just think you let that scumbag die too easily."
"So you know about me?"
Jiang Chaoyang coughed, rubbed his neck and said, "Actually, I overheard it accidentally. I didn't want to know it deliberately."
Han Shuquan said expressionlessly, "Jiang Chaoyang."
"What's wrong?"
"I told you to take the pheromones back."
Jiang Chaoyang, who was caught, was a little embarrassed and quickly took it back.
In fact, when Han Shuquan said those words, Jiang Chaoyang still released a little bit of pheromones. He just felt that Han Shuquan needed it.
"Teacher Jiang, have you ever released pheromones to other people?" Han Shuquan asked.
"No, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I suggest you don't release pheromones to S-class alphas. You can release them to ordinary alphas and omegas, but don't release them to S-class ones."
A question mark slowly appeared in Jiang Chaoyang's head: "Why?"
"Because all S-class alphas are sick."
Jiang Chaoyang hissed, "No? My friend is quite normal."
Han Shuquan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "All S-class are the same, except that some hide it well and some don't. No one is normal. Morality doesn't exist in our eyes."
Jiang Chaoyang pondered for a moment and asked, "Did something happen to make it like this?"
Hearing this, Han Shuquan seemed to be stunned, but it disappeared in an instant. He stared at Jiang Chaoyang who was thinking seriously, and after a few seconds he said:
"Teacher Jiang, you are very strange."
"What?" Jiang Chaoyang looked up at him.
"When people hear something like this, they either don't believe it, thinking it's an exaggeration, or they avoid it and start playing dumb." Han Shuquan sneered, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"And you ask what caused it."
Jiang Chaoyang opened his eyes wide, "So..."
"Ah, you never know." Han Shuquan was bored and walked upstairs.
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