As an outstanding graduate who ranked first in basic subjects, Luo Wenchuan attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.
His voice was cool and detached, his eyes lowered as he looked at the notes in his hands. His exquisitely handsome features made many people overlook the main point of his speech.
"He's so handsome, how come I only noticed him today?"
"It's a pity he always has a cold face."
"He looks even more handsome with a cold face; that's what you call aloofness."
Hearing the increasingly heated discussion around him, the person wearing the baseball cap chuckled softly.
Is the kid aloof? The way he stands on the podium and speaks makes him seem rather unapproachable.
After Luo Wenchuan finished speaking, he looked up and noticed a person in the audience whose face was covered by a hat, with only the lower half of their face showing.
His pupils contracted, and his grip on the speech notes tightened slightly.
Before they even reached the lounge, someone suddenly appeared and pulled them into a dark, enclosed room.
Song Ling thought she would hear some struggling sounds, but the child was very obedient and did not make any movement.
"Robbery."
"What are you robbing?"
“Robbery…” Song Ling hadn’t thought of what robbery to take. He paused and whispered, “Robbery of the body.”
A soft chuckle reached her ears, and Song Ling sighed, finding it quite boring: "Aren't you afraid?"
“I know it’s Brother Ling.”
Luo Wenchuan's voice carried a hint of surprise.
"How did you know?" He hadn't said anything at first, and he had returned quietly this time. How did this person guess it so easily?
“I can smell it,” Luo Wenchuan replied. His sense of smell wasn’t good, but he wouldn’t miss any trace of Song Ling’s scent.
"Is just smelling it enough?" Song Ling asked again.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes flickered slightly as he wrapped his arms around Song Ling's neck and kissed the corner of his lips.
Song Ling's heart skipped a beat, and her hand on Luo Wenchuan's waist tightened.
The person slid slowly down to the ground, pressed against the wall.
In the dimly lit storage room, one or two objects fell to the ground.
The little rabbit has grown up and can bite people.
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The nights around graduation are always exceptionally noisy.
Several students from the postgraduate recommendation program organized an outdoor barbecue, with the aroma of grilled meat filling the air with the glow of the fire.
The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of alcohol.
Song Ling lay on a picnic mat spread out on the grass, looking up at the stars scattered across the sky.
Luo Wenchuan placed a jar of wine beside Song Ling and sat cross-legged next to him.
"Aren't you going to join the fun?" Song Ling asked, remembering how excited he was on graduation day, partying with a few friends all night.
Luo Wenchuan looked down into Song Ling's eyes and said seriously, "I don't like crowds."
“That’s right, people like you are the quietest.” Song Ling met Luo Wenchuan’s eyes, and when she caught a glimpse of the red mark under his collar, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
"Your button is off," Song Ling reminded him.
Luo Wenchuan adjusted his open collar, flicking it a couple of times with his slender fingers, but it had no effect whatsoever.
Why do you always wear a hat?
In the past, Song Ling would rather freeze than ruin her hairstyle, even during the coldest times. But now that spring is here, she's covering herself up.
"I just got a minor injury," Song Ling said casually, reaching for the wine next to Luo Wenchuan, but was stopped by him.
"Let me see."
Luo Wenchuan bent down and reached out to take off Song Ling's hat. Song Ling couldn't dodge in time, and the scar on her forehead came into view.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned cold as he looked at the marks on Song Ling's smooth forehead.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. The stitches have already been removed," Song Ling quickly reassured Luo Wenchuan, afraid he would worry.
It's fine if you don't comfort him, but if you do, the child's eyes will redden again. Whenever someone is about to cry, Song Ling feels that it is Luo Wenchuan who is hurt.
"It's really nothing."
"How did you get hurt?" Luo Wenchuan asked him.
Song Ling said, "We bumped into each other while on a transport mission to Que City."
Do you remember the license plate number?
"I don't remember, and it wasn't anything serious. We were on a mission and couldn't be identified, so I didn't pursue it. I only needed two stitches, it's nothing."
"What kind of car?" Luo Wenchuan had no intention of ending the conversation.
Seeing his persistent questioning, Song Ling knew that if he didn't explain things clearly today, this man would feel uneasy all night. He thought for a moment and said to Luo Wenchuan, "It seems to be a pure white sports car, very beautiful, but I don't even know its name."
"White."
Luo Wenchuan suddenly frowned as if he had thought of something.
Seeing that he was unhappy again, Song Ling explained, "The mission went smoothly and I'm fine, so don't be sad."
"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan called out in a deep voice, placing his hand on his forehead, and said, "Your safety is more important than the mission."
"I'm fine."
"Brother Ling, you have to take good care of yourself."
Openly and secretly, Song Ling offended many people. However, he couldn't hide his sharpness well and always made some inexplicable appearances. Luo Wenchuan felt that he had to follow him every step of the way to feel at ease.
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's serious tone, Song Ling couldn't help but chuckle twice.
As the two were talking, a young man who hadn't changed out of his uniform walked over from not far away.
"It seems someone is looking for you." Song Ling patted Luo Wenchuan's leg.
Luo Wenchuan glanced at the people who were eagerly waiting not far away, then lowered his head again.
"I'm not looking for him."
His expression was indifferent, as if he hadn't seen it at all.
Song Ling sat up and nudged his shoulder: "Go take a look. What if it's something important? You're classmates, after all. Be polite."
After Song Ling said that, Luo Wenchuan's expression softened a bit.
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Chapter 26
Chapter 26
It seems like you're about to differentiate.
"Then you have to wait for me."
Luo Wenchuan stood up, his eyes filled with reluctance, his posture no different from that of someone about to embark on a long journey.
Looking at the child's reluctant back, Song Ling suddenly felt that Luo Wenchuan seemed to be even more clingy since he came back this time.
Is this what they call "absence makes the heart grow fonder"?
Thinking of this, Song Ling couldn't help but chuckle softly. He lay back down on the grass where the picnic blanket was laid out, and suddenly felt that there was always a lingering smell of alcohol in the air.
The wine had a strong but not unpleasant flavor, which gradually faded as Luo Wenchuan left.
Kid, have you been drinking?
Song Ling stared at the unopened bottle of wine in his hand and thought for a while.
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Luo Wenchuan was in a bad mood. He and Song Ling spent almost every minute together, and now being asked out by an Alpha he didn't know very well immediately made him feel uneasy.
The two walked quite a distance, and when they were almost in the woods, the other person turned around and asked him, "Wen Chuan, can I go out with you?"
Wenchuan.
Aside from that woman, very few people called him by those two words; even Song Ling rarely called him by his name.
Luo Wenchuan looked up at the Alpha who was about the same height as him, and forced a smile: "Sorry, we're not a good match."
"Is it because of that person from earlier?" Alpha asked.
Luo Wenchuan's face darkened, then he nodded.
“I can compete with him fairly,” Alpha said firmly.
fair play.
What makes it a fair competition? But in terms of pheromones that are highly compatible with his, Song Ling has already won.
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan chuckled coldly to himself. Looking at the overconfident person in front of him, he said gently, "Thank you, but I may really not be suitable for you."
Luo Wenchuan didn't even bother to come up with a more convincing reason. He was never willing to waste any time or energy on people he wasn't interested in.
Hearing Luo Wenchuan say this, Alpha thought that he didn't think she was firm enough, so she immediately said, "No matter what kind of person you are or what kind of family you come from, I will like you, so please give me a chance to pursue you."