Who hasn't been sprayed by a carbonated drink these days? Lu Huangzhi actually asked him to help him wash his clothes. How dare he do that?
In line with the principle of fairness and justice, Tao Qiaosheng said, "Xizi, you really should be the one to wash these clothes."
"You two..." Zhao Yesi looked at Tao Qiaosheng, then at Lu Huangzhi, "Did you reach some kind of deal while I was away?"
Tao Qiaosheng looked at Zhao Yesi with a look that was hard to describe: "Who made someone show his true colors when doing something bad, and was caught red-handed?"
Zhao Yesi choked for a moment and put on an innocent expression: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Tao Qiaosheng thought Lu Huangzhi would hit Zhao Yesi's face with the punch, but he didn't expect him to just brush it off lightly.
"I'm going to change my clothes," Lu Huangzhi said, "I'll be back later."
After Lu Huangzhi left, Zhao Yesi asked Tao Qiaosheng, "What did you mean by what you just said?"
Tao Qiaosheng squeezed the hot pot base and said, "Forget it, it's a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten, just pretend nothing happened."
Zhao Yesi said irritably, "I really hope there will be a policy that will punish people like you who only speak half-heartedly."
The essence of hot pot is the dipping sauce. Zhao Yexi carefully prepared a small dish of dipping sauce, took a sip, frowned, and said, "I made a mistake. I put too much salt."
Lu Huangzhi pushed his plate in front of Zhao Yesi, "Mine shouldn't be salty."
Zhao Yesi was stunned. Lu Huangzhi wanted to exchange with him?
Lu Huangzhi thought Zhao Yesi was worried about his saliva and said, "I didn't move my chopsticks."
Zhao Yesi said subconsciously: "But I moved."
"One bite doesn't count." Lu Huangzhi took Zhao Yesi's plate, dipped a piece of beef into his mouth. "Not bad, acceptable."
Zhao Yesi tasted the dipping sauce prepared by Lu Huangzhi and found it was indeed not salty and tasted just right.
He seemed to regret having soiled Lu Huangzhi's clothes, but when he thought of the eighty-odd entries left in the grudge book, he quickly suppressed his regret.
"I saw on Weibo that someone's pheromone smells like spicy hot pot. Unfortunately, Xizai's glands haven't fully grown yet, so he doesn't have any pheromones yet." Tao Qiaosheng said, "What about you, Lu Xiaocao? What does your pheromone smell like?"
"I can't really smell it myself." Lu Huangzhi looked at Zhao Yesi, "What do you think, Senior?"
Zhao Yesi recalled the strange feeling he had just had after smelling Lu Huangzhi's pheromones, and said uncomfortably, "I had forgotten it a long time ago."
"Well, then you can smell it for me again when you have time."
"I'd rather smell Tao Qiaosheng's cat litter box than you."
After eating hot pot, Zhao Yexi sent Tao Qiaosheng downstairs. Tao Qiaosheng asked, "Xizi, what was the topic of your debate with Lu Huangzhi?"
Zhao Yexi felt his ears perk up. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"I'm curious."
Zhao Yexi was silent for a moment, then said, "This is a very serious question concerning three perspectives."
"I guess so." Tao Qiaosheng was so curious that he pulled Zhao Yesi and acted coquettishly, "Ahhhh what on earth is this? Tell me, Xizi? Daddy?"
"Don't ask anymore." Zhao Yexi's face darkened. "In short, his arguments are unreasonable, inhumane, and cruel. I'm not the same as him at all."
Tao Qiaosheng said quietly, "You're not from the same path, and you're still eating someone else's dipping sauce?"
"..." Zhao Yesi was speechless for a moment, "Do you know that you talk a lot?"
After seeing Tao Qiaosheng off, Zhao Yesi received a WeChat message from Lu Huangzhi. Lu Huangzhi said that he lived across the street and asked Zhao Yesi to come over.
[Is he a tough guy?]
【Huang: Take my clothes to wash. 】
Zhao Yexi laughed.
[It's a tough guy: I gave you face? ]
【Huang: (Short video)】
When Zhao Yesi opened the video sent by Lu Huangzhi, blood instantly rushed to his forehead.
He is dead.
Five minutes later, Zhao Yesi knocked on Lu Huangzhi's door.
Zhao Yesi lowered his head, his cheeks and ears were burning hot. He was sure that he looked like a big tomato.
Lu Huangzhi lowered his eyes and looked at him, saying, "Senior, your face is so red."
...No need for you to remind me, thank you.
Even though Lu Huangzhi was right, that didn't stop Zhao Yesi from trying to pass the buck. "You have evidence, why didn't you show it earlier? Are you kidding me?"
"Of course, the ultimate move should be saved for last." Lu Huangzhi said, leaning against the door, "Besides, you don't want your friends to know that you actually helped me wash clothes, right?"
"I didn't say I would wash it for you."
"So, where are you coming from?"
Zhao Yesi looked up and locked eyes with Lu Huangzhi for a few seconds before looking away. He said, "If you want to wash it, I'll just throw it in the washing machine."
Lu Huangzhi nodded: "Okay, return it to me after it's dried."
Zhao Yesi took a deep breath and said, "Where are the clothes? Bring them here."
Zhao Yesi returned to the apartment holding Lu Huangzhi's T-shirt. He couldn't believe that he had been feeling guilty for soiling Lu Huangzhi's clothes not long ago.
This is Lu Huangzhi. He will be nice to you occasionally, but will immediately become mean again, making it hard to guard against him.
Before Zhao Yesi tossed the T-shirt into the washing machine, he glanced at the label. It had a "Do Not Machine Wash" symbol on it. But Lu Huangzhi had said it was machine washable, and if it got damaged, it wasn't his fault. Zhao Yesi angrily slammed the door shut, paused for a minute, and then, humiliated, took the shirt out.
He wasn't giving face to Lu Huangzhi, he was giving face to the brand of the clothes. He knew this brand, and a long-sleeved shirt would cost at least several thousand yuan, and it might even be enough to call the police.
Zhao Yesi looked at the cola stain on his T-shirt and, as if possessed, bent down and sniffed it. It smelled of cola, yes, but there was also a faint hint of something else mixed in.
Refreshing sweetness with a hint of sourness...it's the smell of Lu Huang's pheromones.
The feeling that had been bothering him came back. Zhao Yesi felt comfortable, feeling overwhelmed. He knew his behavior was abnormal, but he couldn't control himself and couldn't stop.
How could there be such a good smell? Why was he so satisfied? It was like lying in bed on a snowy winter day. Leaving for even a second was a huge challenge.
The cell phone suddenly rang, and Zhao Yesi woke up as if from a dream. Seeing the T-shirt tightly in his arms, he was so scared that he quickly threw the T-shirt aside.
Tao Qiaosheng sent a WeChat message saying he had arrived home. Zhao Yexi didn't feel like replying, so he opened Weibo and searched for the word "pheromone".
ABO Research Institute: Both Alphas and Omegas secrete pheromones, and they are more susceptible to each other's pheromones than Betas (undifferentiated individuals). Since a method for extracting pheromones has not yet been discovered, the specific effects are still under experimental research. This experiment requires volunteer participation. Volunteers can register their information on the ABO Research Institute's official website. Thank you.
Even the ABO Research Institute couldn't explain his strange behavior for the time being. Zhao Yesi washed his face and saw the T-shirt thrown by the sink, and he began to get restless again.
Damn, this Alpha's pheromone couldn't be the same as poppy's.
Zhao Yesi felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, as if a bomb had been placed before him, and he slowly retreated a few steps. When he reached the door, he flung it open and ran away as if he had encountered a ghost.
There are small supermarkets, vegetable markets, and fruit shops around the apartment. The owner of the fruit shop just opened a jackfruit and called Zhao Yexi, who was passing by, to come in and take a look: "20% off!"
Zhao Yesi hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can I smell it?"
The boss said enthusiastically: "You can tell by the smell. Try it. If it's not sweet, you don't have to pay."
Zhao Yesi shook his head, "I'll just smell it."
The boss rubbed his forehead, confused: "Then you can smell it."
Zhao Yesi leaned over to the jackfruit and twitched his nose. Clearly, something was wrong. He had a few guesses, then sniffed the lemon—no, it wasn't that sour.
Mango? Too tangy.
Kumquat? Close, but still not quite right.
Zhao Yesi smelled almost all the fruits in the fruit shop. The boss looked at him with increasingly strange eyes and couldn't help asking, "Young man, what are you looking for?"
Zhao Yesi said, "I'm looking for..." His eyes fell on a kind of fruit in the corner, which he had never smelled before.
Zhao Yesi walked over and came to the conclusion before he got close: this is the smell of Lu Huangzhi.
It turns out that Lu Huangzhi tastes like grapefruit.
Zhao Yexi hadn't previously liked grapefruit, but he didn't dislike it either. So how did he suddenly become obsessed with it? Could this world still have some science and reason?
The boss asked, "Do you want to buy this?"
Zhao Yesi pursed his lips, "...I won't buy it."
Zhao Yexi didn't sleep well on his first night in the apartment, and Tao Qiaosheng didn't sleep well either.
The more Tao Qiaosheng thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep. When his curiosity reached a certain level, he was determined to find out the truth, even if it meant searching through the heavens and the earth, and even searching through all the ancient books.
If Lu Huangzhi and Zhao Yesi didn't tell him, would he have no way of knowing? Oh, so naive.
Since Lu Huangzhi is the recognized school idol in their school, there must be a lot of information about him in the school’s Weibo super topic and Tieba forum.
Tao Qiaosheng searched for the two keywords [Lu Huangzhi] and [debate] in the super topic, and sure enough, he found a picture.
The picture showed six people: three on the pro-side and three on the anti-side. Lu Huangzhi, wearing a slim-fitting suit, sat in the center of the pro-side, while his younger brother, also wearing a suit, sat in the center of the anti-side. Compared to the others, these two men's faces seemed to inhabit another, meticulously retouched dimension.
Behind the six people was a huge display screen with the topic of the debate written on it.
Tao Qiaosheng squinted his eyes, trying to make out the words on the display screen from the blurry photo.
After a long silence, Tao Qiaosheng put down his phone and howled at the sky in the darkness: "Psycho!"
Zhao Yesi finally fell asleep when his phone rang again. He reached for his phone in a daze and almost dropped the grapefruit on the bedside table.
"Hello?"
Tao Qiaosheng's angry voice came from the phone: "Whose love is more perfect, Wei Xiaobao or Yang Guo?"
Zhao Yesi thought he was dreaming, "...Ah?"
"Is this what you call 'very serious questions about three perspectives'?!"
Zhao Yesi closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly woke up: "Fuck, how did you know?"
"Is this the reason you treat your male god as your mortal enemy?"
Zhao Yesi was furious and complained, "Lu Huangzhi envies Wei Xiaobao! He wants seven wives!"
Tao Qiaosheng was furious: "What does it have to do with you if someone wants seven wives?!"
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