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"First of all, you have to improve your sense of presence in front of him, and often appear by his side, so that he can understand what kind of person you are, so that he has a good impression of you. In other words, you have to get his contact information ?"

"No."

"Oh my god, what kind of brains are you, you're only here thinking about pursuing someone, but you didn't even get an optical brain number!"

Ley lowered her head in shame.

James, an old driver without a driver's license, told him: "First of all, you have to find a way to get his contact information, and then harass him every day, chat with him, invite him to dinner, invite him for a walk, and ask him out to play."

"Then, when you get to know each other slowly, you will get tired of being together every day, bring him water, clothes when it's cold, and cold drinks when it's hot, and take care of him as much as possible. Don't you know how to cook? Then study cooking for him." He makes good food."

"Don't show that expression of 'Oh my god, it's so troublesome'! Why are you in love if you think it's troublesome?! Think about it, other omega only drink nasty nutrient solution, but your favorite omega can eat delicious food ... How envious should others be? He is the most special, how happy should he be?!"

"Then you have to let him get used to it, let yourself be his air, let him leave you, it's not okay, it's better to make him crippled - not physically crippled, I mean, you have to take care of him Every corner of life, let him forget how to do these things by himself, and can only live by you!"

Ley took notes carefully, keeping everything James said firmly in his mind.

Another single dog who came to visit the house saw such a serious study scene as soon as he came in, and was surprised: "What's the test tomorrow? Study on the big weekend?"

James: "It's just in time. I'm giving Ley a love seminar. Ley, remember, in order to avoid misunderstandings from those you like, don't do things like delivering letters for Ansair in the future."

Ansair: "Wait! Who do you like? Is there any necessary connection between this and delivering the letter for me?"

James exaggerated: "Why do you only know about such a big news now! Our ten thousand year single student, Li Yi, finally found an omega he likes!"

"What about Senior Ley's Ophobia?" Ansair found the point and asked.

"It's because he doesn't hate that omega's approach, that's why he likes him. That omega and Ley are a match made in heaven!" James looked at Ansair, "Are you right?"

Ansair said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, what you said is correct. But why didn't you send my letter?"

"Because he will be misunderstood! In case the little omega misunderstood, you are responsible for helping Ley find someone who will not make him physically disgusted?"

Ansair was very aggrieved: "The scores come first, first served. If you hadn't helped me, how would you have seen that omega? You are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!"

Ley felt that everyone had a point, and didn't know which side to listen to.

He thought for a while, then held out his hand to Ansair: "Give it to me."

Ansair quickly put the envelope in his hand, smiled and said, "Thank you senior!"

Ley: "One last time."

"Ah (two to four)~" Ansair took out a pen from his pocket, "Then you wait for me to write, and I will add a few words!"

Ley: "Give me one."

Although paper and pens are not rare gadgets, in the era of universal optical brains, few people really know how to use them, and Ley does not have these things at hand.

It's hard for Ansair to come up with such a novel way to communicate with the person he likes, and Ley can just learn and sell, and "borrow" some ready-made ones from him.

Ansair generously contributed pen and paper, and the two of them buried themselves in writing love letters together.

James on the side didn't know why, but felt that he was a bit out of place with these two people...

……

This is the third time I stepped into the pharmacy department where omega is everywhere.

This time Ley's mood was quite different from the previous two.

There are only two styles of his clothes on weekdays, one is training clothes, and the other is military uniforms for formal occasions.Before coming here, James and Ansair specially matched a suit of clothes for him, saying that dressing handsomely can make Omega so handsome that he can't close his legs...

Although he didn't feel that a bright red sweater with a black windbreaker was so handsome...

He clenched the freshly baked Ley love letter in his pocket, feeling a little nervous.

Would Caesar like his clothes?

I have long said that it is better to wear military uniforms. James said that every time he wears military uniforms, he will attract a group of fans, or wearing training uniforms is better than what he is now...

Would Caesar think his handwriting was ugly?

He has been typing with a light brain since he grew up, and he has hardly used a pen. He tried to write several times just now, wasting a lot of paper, and finally felt that the first time was good...

Is Caesar not in the dormitory?

Today is the weekend, will he have any activities?Do you think it's frivolous for him to come to so many places in Omega?

Will Caesar exchange optical brain numbers with him?

The dormitory building is already in sight, but Ley feels a little shy of being close to home.

As soon as the manager downstairs saw him, he immediately showed his signature "meaningful smile": "Are you looking for Caesar again?"

Ley nodded.

Caesar didn't go out to play today, and left soon after hearing him coming.

Today Caesar is wearing a white shirt, the hem of which he has tucked into the waistband of his trousers, making his legs appear thin and long.

Ley couldn't help but glue her eyes to him.

Caesar laughed after seeing him: "You really came to pursue me?"

Ley said seriously: "It's not a joke."

"Well, now that you've seen me too, do you have anything to say?"

Ley took out the deformed pink envelope from his pocket, and his face was stained with red: "For...for you..."

Caesar's gaze swept over the crumpled letter: "And deliver a letter for your friend?"

Ley shook his head.

"no?"

"Yes..." His eyes turned around, but he didn't dare to stop on Caesar's face, "It's me..."

"You wrote it?"

Ley nodded.

Caesar did not throw away the letter this time, but put it in his jacket pocket: "I will read it."

Ley's eyes were shining, and there seemed to be two ears shaking on his head.

Caesar said: "Then are you going to chat with me at the door of the dormitory?"

Ley froze, his face blank.

James didn't teach him what to do in this situation... what should he do? ! !

Caesar laughed out loud: "Then can I invite you to the coffee shop for a drink?"

Ley nodded repeatedly, and remembered Ansair's letter before leaving: "Wait a minute!"

He quickly ran to the manager, took out Ansair's letter, and handed it to the manager.

Manager: "Grasp with both hands? Hard with both hands? Let me remind you, this is against the law."

Ley said with a wooden face: "Someone else's. Please give it to Silaire."

After speaking, he ran back to Caesar, and explained actively: "Ans Ayerto, I sent a letter to his sweetheart. I also sent a letter yesterday, but I sent it to the wrong person the day before yesterday."

Caesar suddenly realized that the previous letter was written by this man named Ansair, and he was not the one who wanted to send it, but he sent it to the wrong person.

He thought of today's letter again, and deliberately teased: "Are you sure you didn't mix up the two letters?"

"No!" Ley vetoed loudly, "There will be no wrong delivery."

He groped for that piece of paper in his hand for a long time, every angle was imprinted in his heart, even the wear and tear on the edge of the paper was clearly printed in front of his heart, there was absolutely no mistake.

Caesar paused for a while, then continued to move forward as if nothing had happened, without asking this question again.

The two walked together in silence, and Ley didn't feel that there was anything wrong. The omega he liked stood beside him, and the air was sweet—of course, it wasn't the disgusting sweetness of omega pheromones.

The nearest coffee shop in the school can be reached in a short walk. The two walked side by side and sat down in the coffee shop by the window.

Nao Alpha Lai finally got a little enlightened, and asked Nishizawa's taste.

Caesar said: "Whatever you want, I don't like sweet drinks very much."

Ley ordered a cup of coffee for him and milk tea for himself, and quietly recorded his taste in his optical brain.

He took a sip of the milk tea, it was so sweet to his heart.

Ley quietly raised his head and glanced at the person opposite - Caesar was staring at a point in the air in a daze, completely ignoring him, but he quickly looked away as if he was afraid of being discovered.

He doesn't like the sweet taste of omega pheromones, but he loves desserts.James had expressed doubts about his hobbies, but Caesar, who was sitting across from him, didn't say much.

Caesar waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Alpha to initiate a conversation. He could only speak first: "I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Ley Leonard. I live in Thirteenth Street. My father is an alpha officer, my mother is a beta scientist, and there is a beta brother in my family. I study combat and belong to the second army..."

"Stop." Caesar interrupted him, "There is no need to continue talking, are you going to report all your family assets to me?"

Ley blinked, "Can't you?"

"No.1 combat system is actually so simple."

"No." Ley bit his lower lip tightly, "I want to tell you."

Caesar laughed, but covered his eyes with a smile.

Ley could only see the raised corners of his mouth and hear his low laugh.

He raised his hand, stopped laughing meaninglessly, and said, "Why do you like me?"

Ley replied truthfully, "Because you don't make me sick."

"nausea?"

"I have a phobia."

Caesar asked, "If this person wasn't me, would you do the same?"

Ley nodded again.

"You're honest." Caesar took a sip of his coffee, and the bitter aroma infiltrated his nostrils, "I'm not as simple as you think."