Wen Qing lowered her eyes, recalling Jiang Yan's every move.
Jiang Yan was indeed helping him.
Could she also know Bai Tong, or someone from Lucky Hotel
Just as he was thinking, Zhang Yang's voice sounded in his ears: "Did you discover anything new in the past few hours?"
Wen Qing raised his head, and Zhang Yang looked straight at himself.
He pursed his lips, realizing that Zhang Yang's hint of goodwill just now was probably just for exchanging information.
Wen Qing blinked her eyes, stopped in her tracks, looked at the house number of Class One, Senior Three, and said softly, "Yes."
Zhang Yang asked, "What?"
Wen Qing: "I think the monitor is a bit strange."
Zhang Yang asked curiously, "How strange?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a while, so he could only say: "I can't describe it, it just feels a little strange."
"He just said... he has the final say on the affairs of class one, and it's useless to find a teacher."
Zhang Yang made an exaggerated expression: "So diao?"
Wen Qing nodded, and continued: "I asked the students in other classes, and they also said that Fu Ranxiu was in charge of the first class, and there was no class teacher."
"It's strange that there is no class teacher." Zhang Yang paused, and then said, "I don't think the class monitor is strange, he looks cold, like the kind of good student who only cares about his studies."
He looked at Wen Qing and said frankly: "Brother, since you said you thought the monitor was weird, then I'll say it straight."
"I think the roommates in my dormitory are weird."
"I just went back to the dormitory to take a look. They were chatting, but they stopped talking when I went in." Zhang Yang raised his hand and gestured the muscles on his arms. "Then they stared at my muscles."
"how to say… "
Zhang Yang pondered for a while, then whispered to Wen Qing, "It feels like they are going to eat human flesh, wondering where to start."
Wen Wei was slightly taken aback, cannibalism, Wenshi...
It's not that he was thinking about it, but these clues made him recall the previous copy involuntarily.
Seeing Wen Qing dazed, Zhang Yang smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, that's what I said, for example."
"Don't really think about it like this, we have to continue to exchange information in the future."
Wen lightly blinked and regained his senses.
This is a high school, he thought, full of students and teachers.
It is impossible to kill and eat people.
Wen Qing walked two steps forward and approached the door of the classroom, hesitantly said: "Zhang Yang, do you have any free beds in the dormitory?"
"No," Zhang Yang shook his head, turned to look at him, "what's the matter?"
Wen Qing said slowly: "There seems to be a bad student in my dormitory."
Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "This is a good opportunity."
"You can focus on how his grades have improved."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, the opportunity was a good one.
It's just that he can't beat Song Xuan...
Although he didn't say it, Zhang Yang could see Wen Qing's worry.
He looked at Wen Qing's slender arms and legs, and asked, "Bad students are all bullying and fearing hard."
"Do you have any props to bluff people? If you scare him, he won't dare to do anything."
Wen Qing thought for a while, but didn't speak.
The props are pretty bluffing.
But I feel that the direction of bluffing is a bit crooked.
Zhang Yang reminded: "Didn't you just say that the squad leader has the final say on the affairs of Class 1?"
"This dungeon monitor should be very important, let's observe it for a day first."
Wen Qing responded, and lowered his head to think about the countermeasures against Song Xuan.
He was thinking nonsense, if Song Xuan really dared to do something, he would first use his disdain and then beat Song Xuan violently.
Evening self-study starts at 7:00, although it is 6:30 at this moment, but the students are already sitting in their seats, except those seats for Song Xuan and his younger brothers.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to his seat.
He glanced around, the students were reading, chatting, eating... like ordinary breaks.
But because there is only one class on the whole floor studying at night, this ordinary has become extraordinary, which seems a bit weird.
Wen Qing tidied up the textbooks on the desk, one pile on the left and one pile on the right, forming a book array suitable for peeking at others.
He lay on the table, staring at the girl who was eating snacks on the side.
While eating, the girl turned out a book.
Judging from the colorful cover and the men and women embracing on the cover, it is a novel or a comic.
"Dinglingling—" the evening study bell rang.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and started to study.
Wen Qing watched helplessly as the girl immediately put down the snacks and books in her hands, and couldn't wait to start studying.
No compulsion, no dissatisfaction.
very strange.
Wen Qing blinked, thinking, since this is not a human-level copy... there should be some supernatural power
He turned to look at the players in the classroom.
Except for Jiang Yan, everyone came to study at night.
Among the four players, none of them looked like they really wanted to learn or read books.
It's not the same as the seminary.
Does it not affect the player? Or are they really that passionate about learning
After pondering for a while, without any thoughts, Wen gently lowered his head, and opened a math book casually. The word "Chen Jing" was impressively written on the cover.
Wen Qing paused with her fingertips, and subconsciously looked at the player Chen Jing this time.
Chen Jing was looking at the students in the class and didn't notice his gaze.
Chen Jing's name is relatively common, and it's normal to have name collisions.
Wen Qing looked away, flipping through the topics of the math book casually.
Hmm, I don't understand.
I didn't understand it before, and I don't understand it even more now.
Wen Qing pushed the book aside and continued to look at the students.
He looked at a class of students who had been through the entire class.
After watching for forty-five minutes, Wen Qing's eyes became sore and dry, and her mind began to feel drowsy when it was time for the second period's evening self-study.
He yawned and buried his head in sleep.
The slight rustle of paper flipping and the friction sound of the pen tip sliding against the paper echoed in my ears.
Soon, Wen lightly fell into a deep sleep.
****
After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the table.
Wen Qing didn't get enough sleep, so she murmured drowsily, turned over, and continued to sleep.
"Boom boom boom—"
This time, he knocked harder on the table.
Wen Qing opened his eyes and met a pair of dark eyes.
He immediately woke up and sat up straight.
Fu Ranxiu glanced at the sleep marks on his face, and said coldly, "The evening self-study is over."
"Go back to the dormitory and sleep."
Hearing the bedroom, Wen Qing became more awake.
He thought to himself that he would not be able to sleep well in the dormitory.
Wen Qing sat on the chair, dawdling without getting up.
All the students in the classroom left, only him and Fu Ranxiu were left.
Fu Ranxiu picked up a book, got up and left the classroom.
When he walked to the door of the classroom, he caught a glimpse of Wen Qing motionless from the corner of his eye, and said indifferently: "Song Xuan usually doesn't live in school."
"Before you go, turn off the lights and close the door."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Fu Ranxiu knew that it was because of Song Xuan that he wanted to change the dormitory
So remind him now
Wen Qing got up in a daze, turned off the lights and closed the door, and left the classroom slowly.
When he reached the entrance of the corridor, he lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Ranxiu downstairs.
He was tall and tall, and his rimless glasses refracted the faint light, making his side face even more stern.
As he walked down the stairs, the shadow behind him grew longer and longer.
On the third floor, there are still a few students from class one.
After seeing Fu Ranxiu, they didn't say hello, but subconsciously moved aside to make way for Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu continued to walk down without pausing.
His appearance by himself was in stark contrast to the other students in groups of twos and threes.
After Fu Ranxiu disappeared from everyone's sight, the students on the third floor let out a breath and hurried downstairs.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, then lifted his feet and walked downstairs.
Before stepping on the steps, suddenly, there was a smell of perfume on the right side.
Wen Qing subconsciously tilted her head and bumped into two soft things.
The strong fragrance filled his nose and mouth, he was a little out of breath, and quickly stepped back.
When he looked up, he saw Jiang Yan propped his chest, and asked with a smile, "Is it soft?"
Wen Qing was taken aback for a moment, belatedly realizing Jiang Yan's... chest that he bumped into just now? !
Instantly, his cheeks became hot, and he said falteringly, "I'm sorry... I didn't see it."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, curled his red lips and asked, "Didn't you see it?"
"Do you want to see my boobs?"
Wen Qing's face turned even redder: "I, I didn't mean that."
Jiang Yan laughed, and said, "Does that mean you don't want to watch it?"
"What about 36D, don't you want to watch it?"
With that said, he took a step forward.
36D approaches Wen Qing.
Jiang Yan asked with a smile: "If you don't want to see it... do you want to touch it?"
"It feels good."
Wen Qing quickly backed away, with her hands behind her back, for fear that Jiang Yan would grab his hands and touch them.
Before Jiang Yan spoke again, he asked quickly, "Do you know who I am?"
Jiang Yan paused, leaning sideways against the wall, nodded and said, "I know, Wen Meng."
"Well, fierce and fierce."
Her tone was teasing, obviously trying to tease Wen Qing on purpose.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, becoming more and more sure that Jiang Yan recognized him from the beginning, so he gave him a name change card.
"Thank you for the name change card."
Jiang Yan smiled and glanced at Wen Qing: "If you really want to thank you, don't just say it."
"Do something."
Wen Qing asked blankly: "Do you need me to do anything?"
Jiang Yan walked up to him, raised his hand slowly, and pointed his fingertips at his nose: "Neng."
Wen Qing was even more at a loss: "Do, make a nose?"
Jiang Yan burst out laughing, leaning back and forth, the whole floor echoed with giggles.
After a long time, he bent his lips and said to Wen Qing: "Me."
"Be me."
"Be me."
"Make love."
He said lightly, Wen Qing's cheeks that had finally cooled down turned red again, and her ears also turned red.
Wen Qing understands that she can't give Jiang Yan the words, since the first time she opens her mouth, it will be a mess.
After a moment of silence, Wen Qing directly asked, "Do you know Bai Tong?"
Jiang Yan blinked: "Bai Tong..."
He dragged his voice and said slowly: "I've heard of it, but I don't know it."
The expression at the moment didn't look like she was joking, Wen Wei was slightly taken aback: "Aren't you from the Lucky Hotel?"
Jiang Yan laughed: "Of course not."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she asked nervously, "Are you from Oz?"
"Oz?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, "I met him once, but I don't know him."
"Little brother, you know a lot of people."
Wen Qing was a little nervous, not from Baitong, nor from Oz.
"You, you don't know Zhou Zhou, do you?"
Jiang Yan squinted his eyes and couldn't help whistling: "Three men."
"As expected of Wen Meng."
"It's so fierce."