Pheromone Usage Guide

## Pheromone Storm The September sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the library, illuminating the long wooden table. Song Yi habitually pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his fingertips made a series of regular sounds on the laptop keyboard. The course schedule of his third year of medical school was so full that he could only find time to complete this biochemistry report during his lunch break. "Mint-flavored pheromones..." Song Yi's pen tip paused for a moment, realizing that he was analyzing the pheromones around him again. As an Alpha, he is extremely sensitive to smells, especially Omega pheromones. But at the moment, the library was filled with only the scent of ink from books, the faint smell of coffee, and—he lowered his head and sniffed his wrist—his own cool mint breath. "Classmate, is there anyone here?" A clear voice came from above his head. Song Yi raised his head, his pupils shrinking slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses. The boy standing at the table was holding a thick stack of music scores. His light brown hair glowed golden in the sun, with a few strands sticking up disobediently. He was wearing a loose white sweater, with a slender collarbone exposed at the collar, and his whole figure seemed to be surrounded by a soft halo. What shocked Song Yi the most was that he smelled an unprecedented fresh scent - the smell of lime mixed with sunshine, so clean that it made one's heart tremble. Omega pheromones. And it is an extremely rare high-quality Omega pheromone. "No one." Song Yi heard himself say, his voice hoarse than expected. He quickly gathered his thoughts and returned his attention to the computer screen. The boy placed the music score on the table and made a slight scraping sound as he pulled out his chair. Song Yi noticed from the corner of his eye that his fingers were slender and fair, his nails were rounded and cleanly trimmed, and there were slight calluses on his fingertips - piano calluses? "Are you from medical school?" The boy suddenly said, glancing at Song Yi's open biochemistry textbook. Song Yi nodded without raising his head: "Third year student, Song Yi." "Jiang Jingheng, a transfer student from the music department." The boy - Jiang Jingheng - smiled, "Your pheromones smell very good, like mints." Song Yi's fingers were frozen on the keyboard. By commenting so bluntly on the unfamiliar Alpha's pheromones, does this Omega lack common sense or is he too bold? "Thank you," he responded coolly, hoping the other person would take the hint that he didn't want to talk. But Jiang Jingheng didn't seem to receive his social distance signal at all, and instead moved closer: "What are you writing? It looks so complicated." As the distance shortened, the scent of lime became more intense. Song Yi felt that the glands on the back of his neck were slightly heated, and a strange numbness crawled up his spine. He frowned. This had never happened before - his pheromones had always been well controlled and he would not react to the approach of an unfamiliar Omega. "Biochemistry midterm report." Song Yi moved to the side calmly, "If you don't mind, I need to concentrate." Jiang Jingheng blinked and finally retracted wisely: "Sorry to bother you." He opened a book of music and started reading, but from time to time he would raise his head to glance at Song Yi. Every time his eyes met, he quickly lowered his head, like a curious and timid little animal. Song Yi forced himself to focus on the words on the screen, but those Latin letters began to dance. His sense of smell was completely occupied by the scent of lime, and he could even feel that his pheromones were spreading out uncontrollably, blending with the other person's breath to form a wonderful harmony. This isn't right. Theoretically, Alpha and Omega pheromones can only produce this kind of resonance reaction when they are highly compatible, and this situation is extremely rare. Song Yi's reason told him that he should leave immediately, but his body was unable to move as if it had taken root. "Um..." Jiang Jingheng spoke again, his voice much softer than before, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Your pheromones have become so strong." Song Yi slammed the computer shut: "It's very impolite to discuss pheromones in the library." He stood up, and his movements were too hasty, causing the chair to make a screeching sound, attracting the side glances of several students around him. Jiang Jingheng's expression dimmed instantly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Song Yi looked at those eyes that suddenly lost their luster, and his chest tightened inexplicably. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm: "I'm going to class." His movements of putting away the books were almost panicked, and the mint pheromones overflowed uncontrollably, intertwining with Jiang Jingheng's lime scent. As he walked quickly toward the library exit, he could feel the glands on the back of his neck pulsing, as if being pulled by something invisible, making him almost want to turn around and go back. This is ridiculous. Song Yi stood on the steps outside the library and took a deep breath, trying to let the cool autumn breeze cool down his heated glands. As a medical student who is about to enter the hospital for internship, he knows the physiological mechanism of pheromone response better than anyone else. But the strong attraction just now was completely beyond the description in the textbook. His phone suddenly vibrated, and it was a message from his friend Lin Xiu: [Old place, I brought you lunch, if you don't come I will eat it all] Song Yi replied "I'll be there soon", adjusted his breathing, and walked towards the medical school. But even after walking far away, he could still smell the scent of lime lingering on his fingertips. —— The piano room of the Conservatory of Music is very soundproof, but Jiang Jingheng still puts on headphones out of habit. His slender fingers were flying on the piano keys, playing a melody he improvised, with a hint of subtle melancholy in the lightness. Halfway through the play, he suddenly stopped, took off his headphones and sighed. He took out the inhibitor spray from his bag and sprayed it twice on the back of his neck. The inhibitors that usually took effect immediately seemed to have no effect today. He could still feel the glands heating up slightly. "Strange..." Jiang Jingheng touched the back of his neck, remembering the Alpha he met in the library at noon. The mint-flavored pheromones were refreshing and refreshing, completely different from the greasy or overly aggressive Alphas he usually came into contact with. The medical student named Song Yi looked serious and cold, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were like two bottomless lakes. Jiang Jingheng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. He likes to observe people, and Song Yi is an interesting subject to observe - every small movement is so restrained, as if it has been precisely calculated, even the angle of pushing up the glasses is almost the same. But for such a person who seemed to have perfect control over himself, the pheromones went out of control in front of him. Jiang Jingheng's thoughts were interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone. It was his roommate Zhang Yi. "Jing Heng! Guess what? The medical school and the music department are jointly hosting a welcome party next week. They need piano accompaniment, and the department head recommended you!" Jiang Jingheng blinked: "Me? But I'm a transfer student." "I chose you because you are a new face! I heard that the medical school will send the vice president of their student union to deal with you. I think your surname is Song? It is said that you are the top student in the medical school, but his personality is a bit cold..." Jiang Jingheng almost dropped his phone. Song Yi? That mint Alpha? "When will we meet to discuss it?" He heard his voice suddenly rise an octave. "Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, Music Department Office Building 302. Hey, it's not like you to be so active all of a sudden..." Jiang Jingheng ignored his roommate's teasing and hurriedly hung up the phone. His fingers unconsciously pressed a string of cheerful notes on the keys. He didn't know why he was so excited, maybe because he finally had a chance to unlock the secret of the Mint Alpha. —— Song Yi stared at the whiteboard in the medical student union office, which was filled with preparations for the welcome party. As the vice-president of the Student Union, such activities should have been the responsibility of the Department of Literature and Art. However, this year coincides with the 70th anniversary of the founding of the medical school, and the leaders of the school pay special attention to this cooperation with the music department. "Song Yi, the music department has confirmed that a transfer student will be responsible for the piano accompaniment. You need to go and coordinate the program with them tomorrow afternoon." The president of the student union patted him on the shoulder, "I heard he is an Omega and plays well." Song Yi nodded and wrote down the time and place on the memo. He had little interest in the party itself, but as the person in charge he had to make sure everything ran smoothly. "By the way," the chairman suddenly lowered his voice, "your pheromones have been a bit unstable recently. Are you approaching a susceptible period? Several Omegas were restless during today's meeting." Song Yi's hand paused: "Maybe it's because I've stayed up too late recently, I'll pay attention." After walking out of the office, Song Yi subconsciously touched the back of his neck. His susceptible period should still be two weeks away, but since meeting that Omega in the library at noon, his pheromones have indeed been in an abnormally active state. As a medical student, he knew that this situation needed to be taken seriously, but deep down, he was reluctant to delve into the reasons. A reminder pops up on the cell phone calendar: [We will meet with the music department for the welcome party at 16:00 tomorrow]. Song Yi turned off the reminder and walked to the anatomy building. There were three experimental classes in the afternoon, and he didn't have time to dwell on such unimportant matters. However, that night, Song Yi rarely suffered from insomnia. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would smell the fresh scent of lime and see those eyes shining in the sun. At three o'clock in the morning, he got up and pulled out a "Case Analysis of Pheromone Special Responses" from the bookshelf, turned to the chapter "Rare Pheromone Resonance", and read carefully under the desk lamp. The early autumn wind blew gently outside the window, bringing with it a hint of coolness, but it could not dissipate the mint aroma that filled the room. Intention: Happiness