Song Ye was stopped on his way to the restroom after class.
"Ye, can we talk? If there's something you don't like, just say it to my face. Isn't it messed up to go after me behind my back?"
Song Ye was baffled. "When did I ever go after you?"
It turned out that someone had anonymously reported these guys for skipping class to go to an internet cafe, and the teacher had given them an earful.
The complaint left on the teacher's desk had been printed out and smelled faintly of sandalwood.
As everyone knew, Song Ye was the only one at Third High whose pheromones smelled like sandalwood.
He was fair and clean-cut, but had fists of iron. An Omega known as the Fighting Monk.
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Top student Xiao Hanci flunked his first monthly exam after transferring to Third High.
On the day of the test, he had switched to a classroom in another class. For some reason, he couldn't seem to control his pheromones, and even suppressants didn't help.
It didn't feel like a heat, either. It was more like an Omega's pheromones were drawing him in.
He couldn't smell any Omega, only the sandalwood scent of his own pheromones. It was strange.
How could anyone react to their own pheromones?
*
At the school's sports meet basketball game,
Song Ye, drenched in sweat, faced off against Xiao Hanci.
Holy crap! This A/O has the same pheromone scent as me!
2022/3/14
Premise: Talk things out. Communication matters
