CHAPTER 2: Smell Of Blood.

Putting on my backpack and holding the pens and three textbooks, I hurried to catch up with the professor's footsteps.

Walking behind him, I silently assessed the man's form. 

Broad shoulders full of muscle strength, strong elongated legs, delicate waist, curved buttocks. How many young women and young men have this man killed? With this physique, why not be a model actor and be a real professor.

I was still lost in my thoughts when the back suddenly stopped, I slammed my face into the man's back while I kept staring at the man's butt.

My first sensation was not painful but so much cold.

"... Sorry." I held my nose and apologized in a choked voice. 

The man didn't notice directly opening the door to enter then turned to look at me.

"Ruler, pen in the opposite drawer, textbook on cabinet shelves, laptop on table, after checking, go directly to the point here. Don't understand anything, ask me." 

"You… you let me grade like that, aren't you afraid I'll raise someone else"s score?." 

Professor said superficially: "If you dare I won't let you pass for the next 3 years." 

I regretted it, hastily waving my hand: "I won't, I promise." 

I quickly ran to the place to write and then ran to the bookshelf to put the books in, but a lot of books about astrophysics and histories.

The bookshelf was more than two meters high. There was a wooden ladder in the corner of the bookshelf. I climbed up and put the books in the right place. 

Looking around the room, the maximum color walls are all wooden, desks, sofa chairs, windows and doors, carpeted on the floor is very smooth. 

Because the teacher's office is located in a private block, this place is very quiet, the teacher's office is on the 2nd floor at the end of the corridor.

There is something in this that the lighting is not good, the feeling is quite murky, the window is locked and the curtains are pulled discreetly. 

While I was staring at the small room, the professor began to put on his coat.

"Ah… does my resume need to be written?" 

The hand that was still wearing the other sleeves suddenly paused for a moment and then continued. The low, emotionless voice rang out again.

"On the table, bring it back to me tomorrow."

"Yes."

I took a quick copy into my backpack and looked up at the man in front of her. The rather thick black coat was knee-sleeve and the collar was up to cover the white neck. With this physique, this man wears everything beautifully.

"Questions?" 

"Ah no, sir." As soon as I finished speaking, I grabbed my backpack and opened the door and ran out of the room.

Leaning against the elevator she gasped. Standing close to this person is dangerously like being attracted by some mysterious force that cannot be stopped.

"Ding" 

The elevator door opened, a group of people entered, most of them were boys, two were women and they were talking.

I didn't dare look at them, just stared at the floor. Suddenly I smelled a very strange scent that was leaking but I could tell. 

It's the smell of blood, why is there a smell of blood here, maybe someone is injured, but they don't look like they are injured, so where does this smell of blood come from?

"Ding" 

The elevator door opened quickly, squeezed through the crowd of people running out of the elevator. "That's ridiculous" I thought inwardly.

Coming out of the school at my fastest speed, I ran again through two alleys. Thankfully, renting a house near the school.

Running for a while, I stopped at the tree line in front of her, stood there and breathed heavily and thought about what had happened earlier. 

Was it strange that my sense of smell had a problem? Why did the others get into the elevator and I smelled blood? Maybe I was dizzy or sleep deprived.

My tired body slid down to sit on the stump, I looked up at the sky. It was evening, the drizzle stopped, replaced by cold winds, wet ground, and raindrops dripping from the leaves into my hair.

The little objects suffered softly.

"So hungry, let's go home." I dusted off the sand on my pants then took a deep breath and walked forward. 

The place I rented was just a small but very clean room.

The old lady every afternoon took a chair on the porch watching the rain or watching the red leaves fall, swinging the chair and humming old songs. 

Seeing Alexis coming home, she smiled and told her to come in quickly. It was getting dark. I smiled and greeted her. 

Ran upstairs to my rented 5th floor. The small but quite tall house consists of 6 floors, each floor is rented, everyone here is very busy but also very friendly.

The first day I moved in they helped her bring her things to the room, and warmly guided me to use the objects in the house, instructing me to walk along the street where the food was sold.

Entering the room was a dark patch, the curtains fluttering. 

I turned on the light and threw my backpack on the sofa. The house is quite small but very comfortable. 

Entering the house on the left is the shoe cabinet, a little straight is the living room with a set of chairs, a wooden round table and a television on the opposite side.

Next to it is a sliding door to the balcony, on the left hand side is the kitchen. The kitchen is quite small, there is a gas stove refrigerator, at the top it is a cupboard and condiments, there is also a sink. 

To the right of the living room was the bedroom, with a bed enough for one person to lie on, a wardrobe, a desk with a bookshelf, to the left of the bed was the bathroom, on the right was the door to the balcony where I dried my clothes. 

Small but very warm house, the main colors are white and blue, so it looks very cool and clear.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and thought for a moment while still bringing the instant noodles to cook.

In fact, I did not know how to cook, if I wanted to, I would only make the simplest dishes. 

After eating, I showered and sat at her desk. Math was the subject I hated the most but it wasn't bad. I started flipping books out to do the test.

After a while, the phone rang, a video call from my mother's Skype, I picked up the phone.

"On your first day of school, have you made any friends?"

It hadn't been long since she'd been away from her daughter and she'd texted me five and seven times in the morning and she called me because she knew that they had different time zones, so she had to take advantage.

"Not yet, but I was chosen as the class president, even though I don't know why."

"Well that's good, Americans often think Asian schoolchildren are very diligent so they just select them. Hey, eat well, I found out that the packets of noodles at home are gone." 

I grinned at my mother: "There are no traditional noodles here, I'll take it with me to help you get homesick."

"What are you doing, dar?" 

"I'm studying, Daddy."

"Good, go to school and make friends or it will be boring. Make friends and remember to introduce us." Dad sat next to mom and it looked like they were getting ready for breakfast.

"Yes, I know. You two have breakfast, I'll take a lesson." 

"Take care of yourself sweetheart, we both love you." 

"I love you." 

Turning off the call, I focused on solving the math problem, then took out the resume and wrote it. It's not special to just fill in the date of birth of the address phone number and wish to cooperate with the class. 

I filled it out and quickly turned off the lights. Although I was quite tired, I didn't want to sleep because I was not used to the hours here. In my mind, I only had the face of the handsome professor and the people in the elevator. 

I thought Americans were beautiful, everyone was beautiful, they were all tall and healthy, not like myself, both short and ugly. It's sad. 

Thinking about it for a long time, Alexis gradually falls asleep as well as sad.

Meanwhile, there was a scream echoing throughout the small alley.