Song Ling took half a sandwich from the lunchbox and pushed the other half in front of Luo Wenchuan: "I like what Enigam does, I like you more."
He answered quickly, his gaze towards Luo Wenchuan filled with a bright smile.
Luo Wenchuan smiled inwardly but didn't say anything. Song Ling was all talk and no action, but he wouldn't actually do anything too outrageous.
Most Alphas will follow their instincts to satisfy their physiological needs. When they encounter an Omega whose pheromones are compatible, they can become entangled with each other even if they do not fall in love.
Song Ling is different; he's incredibly self-disciplined, able to control his instinctive impulses even during his most vulnerable period. If he's like this during his most vulnerable period, it's even less likely he'd do anything to her when he's sober.
He needs to figure out a way to get this person out of control.
Time was running out, and he desperately wanted to get this person's pheromones.
"Song Ling!"
The two were sitting when a crisp sound came from the doorway.
Luo Wenchuan looked up and saw a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses. This person looked like an Alpha.
"Class Representative." Song Ling stood up and smiled at Xu Zhiyi. Xu Zhiyi was a very polite person, and she was also very tactful in her actions. He respected her greatly.
Xu Zhiyi didn't look at Luo Wenchuan, but simply placed the pass in her hand on the table: "Saturday morning, several major generals from Beicheng Military Academy who came from No. 1 Middle School will be coming to mobilize young students. They may give a lecture on some exam-related matters. Don't you want to apply to Beicheng University? I got you a work pass, so take it and go listen to them too."
"How could there be an extra of such a good thing?" Song Ling picked up the small tag and examined it carefully several times, a smile he couldn't suppress on his lips, as if he had just received a treasure.
Xu Zhiyi said, "It belongs to Jiang Hanzhou. Originally, it was me and him debugging the equipment, but he had something come up and couldn't come. The student council asked me to handle this work permit myself. They only had one requirement: find someone who can do the work."
Thank you.
Xu Zhiyi is actually quite a nice guy. And Jiang Hanzhou, although he's not exactly likable, at least his leave request came at a good time.
Xu Zhiyi then noticed the person sitting next to Song Ling. He glanced at Luo Wenchuan and said to Song Ling, "Recently, several students from different classes have lost things, so it's best not to let people from other classes in."
I heard that a little Omega has been bothering Song Ling lately, and it must be this one in front of me. He is indeed very handsome, but his timid and submissive manner makes him seem like he's not from Song Ling's world.
“He’s my friend,” Song Ling explained.
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhiyi smiled slightly: "I know, but when things are in the spotlight, you have to avoid suspicion. If someone sees you, they might doubt your friendship."
Xu Zhiyi had barely finished speaking when Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan's eyes suddenly turn red.
A note from the author:
#He's just a weak and pitiful Enigma#
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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Feigning indifference to lure the enemy
“Zhiyi, he is my friend, and I can vouch for his character.”
"You vouch for him, but who vouches for you? Song Ling, you can't see through people's hearts in a day."
Xu Zhiyi's gaze met Luo Wenchuan's eyes, and his intuition told him that there must be something in those pitiful and aggrieved eyes that Song Ling couldn't see.
"Brother Ling, I'd better go out..."
As soon as Luo Wenchuan stood up, Song Ling grabbed his arm.
"Why are you leaving?" Song Ling pressed Xu Zhiyi back into her seat and said, "Zhiyi, I know his character and I have the ability to vouch for him, so you don't need to worry about that. He only came to my seat and shouldn't be the subject of suspicion."
Song Ling isn't one to take things too seriously, but being wrongly accused is never a good thing. Xu Zhiyi's casual words could very well impact a teenager's mental health.
He didn't want Luo Wenchuan to become even more introverted because of this.
"You..." Xu Zhiyi didn't know what to say for a moment. Song Ling had only known Luo Wenchuan for a few days, yet she was already speaking up for him like this. This person was indeed quite resourceful.
"Let him leave as soon as possible. Crying won't help if people become suspicious. I'm leaving now. You two can continue your conversation." Xu Zhiyi said, turning and leaving the classroom.
This person isn't usually like this, what's wrong with him today?
"Are you alright?" Song Ling was more concerned about the little cat with red eyes than Xu Zhiyi.
"I'm fine, Brother Ling. It's their job. I... I didn't steal anything, I was just delivering food."
Luo Wenchuan's hand, gripping the lid of the lunchbox, trembled slightly. He spoke softly, but his voice was incredibly pitiful.
Luo Wenchuan's family wasn't well-off, but he had a strong sense of self-respect. During the few days they'd lived together, Luo Wenchuan had consistently taken the initiative to buy groceries, trying to bridge the significant economic gap between them through his own efforts.
How could such a kind person steal?
"I'm sorry you had to suffer. It was my oversight. We can go somewhere else next time."
Song Ling pulled Luo Wenchuan's wrist and pried open his hand that was gripping the lid, leaving a red mark on his originally fair and slender knuckles.
"Does it hurt?" Song Ling asked him. The child said he was fine, but he must be very sad inside. He had no idea how many times he had been wronged before.
Luo Wenchuan didn't speak, but shook his head with red eyes.
His gaze fell on the pass on the table, where the words "Beicheng Military Academy" were clearly visible.
Song Ling is actually going to take the military academy entrance exam? I thought he would definitely go into business in the future.
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Song Ling agreed to Li Lisheng's request to participate in the marathon, as he really wanted to try this kind of event that tests endurance and physical strength.
Li Lisheng was overjoyed and immediately approved Song Ling's exemption from morning and evening self-study next month, allowing her to focus on training.
The marathon, organized between several schools, covered a distance of 42 kilometers. Song Ling ran 10 kilometers every morning and 20 kilometers every evening on weekdays to gradually adjust her condition.
On Saturday, someone who usually puts on training clothes as soon as they wake up from their lunch break made a point of finding a dark suit after washing up.
Song Ling's suit was specially made by Ms. Song for his job interview.
Song Ling is a natural clothes hanger; her slender figure is encased in custom-made suit fabric, making her impossible to look away from.
"Isn't Brother Ling going to training today?" The person who came in to wake Song Ling couldn't help but take a few more glances at his outfit.
Song Ling usually likes to wear comfortable sportswear, but this outfit makes him look like a promising young talent.
"I went to a lecture today, and they told the staff to dress more formally."
Song Ling stretched out his hand to make sure the shirt clip was in place and the shirt wouldn't stand up before he started tying his tie.
When the legs are bent, the shape of the shirt clip wrapped around the thigh is visible in the close-fitting fabric. Luo Wenchuan had only ever seen this kind of thing, which extends upwards from the thigh to hold the hem of the shirt in place, on some celebrities.
This outfit gave the person a touch of asceticism. Just as water that is too clear has no fish, so too, when things are perfectly arranged, they become alluring.
Luo Wenchuan quietly admired the scene for a while, then noticed that Song Ling's hand was almost tied in a knot in his tie, so he walked up to him.
"Let me do it, Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan's slender hand landed on the silk tie and quickly tied it.
Song Ling looked at the person carefully tidying her clothes and a thought suddenly struck her.
Living with Luo Wenchuan, he could almost see what things would be like more than a decade from now. He would go out to work, and when he came home, he would be surrounded by his wife, children, and a warm bed.
How comfortable these days must be!
“Baby, don’t work so hard anymore. I’ll earn money to support you from now on,” Song Ling said, lifting Luo Wenchuan’s chin.
Luo Wenchuan ignored him, picked up the tie clip that was placed to the side, and secured the tie.
Clothes make the man, and with Song Ling dressed like this, I wonder how many people will be watching her.
Luo Wenchuan's fingertips caressed the tie clip in his hand, his eyes slowly lingering on the finely crafted tie.
He suddenly didn't want Song Ling to leave this door.
"What time?" Luo Wenchuan asked.
"The show starts at 3 p.m. and ends at 6 p.m. I went there early to help set up the equipment."
Song Ling looked down at Luo Wenchuan, and for a moment he was reluctant to leave. This man was so considerate, he wished he could take him with him.
"Sweetie, what do you want to eat? I'll bring it back for you." Right now, this poor little guy wants the stars in the sky, so maybe he can try to go and see them.
"I don't need anything, Ling-ge, remember to come back soon."
Luo Wenchuan lowered his head and took a few steps back.
Playing hard to get, Luo Wenchuan knew in his heart that the more he refused, the more irresistible Song Ling would be to give it to him.
As soon as Luo Wenchuan left, Song Ling pulled him close, hugging him tightly and saying, "Wait for me to come back."
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"Um."
Luo Wenchuan's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head, refusing to look at him.
With such an ambiguous distance, it would be unreasonable not to do something.
Luo Wenchuan could tell that Song Ling had some ulterior motives, so he deliberately tried to get closer to her.
The fingers with distinct knuckles wrapped around Song Ling's tie, subtly drawing the reader's attention.
The next moment, the terminal received a call request.
Song Ling snapped out of her daze, smiled helplessly, and accepted the other party's call request.
It was Xu Zhiyi who called, asking him to arrive at the auditorium twenty minutes early.
"It's getting late, I'll head over now."
Song Ling patted Luo Wenchuan's head, then turned and left the room.