Wen Qing was silent for a while, trying to reason with Fu Ranxiu: "You are the monitor."
"Shouldn't you take care of the people in the class?"
Fu Ranxiu said indifferently, "He's a transfer student."
Wen Qing was even more at a loss: "???"
What happened to the transfer student
"The transfer students are also the students of Class One."
"For the time being," Fu Ranxiu looked at Wen Qing quietly, and said lightly, "You won't stay here for long."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, thinking about the meaning of Fu Ranxiu's words.
Is it the same as the boy in Class 6 said, the transfer students can't stand the pressure of studying
Still hinting at something
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively, "What do you mean?"
Fu Ranxiu spat out four words: "literally."
After speaking, he pushed his glasses, picked up the book again, didn't even look at Wen Qing, and told Wen Qing with actions that he could shut up.
Wen Qing stared at his profile, thought about those malicious people in 406, and thought about Zhang Yang.
Something must have happened to Zhang Yang.
With his back against the door, he said to 001 in his heart: [I'm so conflicted.]
001: [What are you struggling with?]
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: [Don't you know what I'm thinking?]
001 hummed.
Wen Qing was puzzled: [Then why did you ask me.]
001 said slowly: [I know what you are thinking, but I don't understand the reason.]
Wen Qing said slowly: [I don't know if I should help Zhang Yang.]
Bai Tong and the others all told him not to meddle in other people's business, and just keep himself safe. If he meddles in other people's business, not only will he not be thanked, but it will be counterproductive.
And now helping Zhang Yang requires him to pay...
001: [Follow your heart.]
After a moment of silence, 001 said softly again: [Growth does not mean that you become another person.]
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she said in a low voice: "Squad leader, what do you want?"
Fu Ranxiu pressed his fingertips against the page, turned his head, and looked straight at Wen Qing's hand on the side of his trouser leg.
There was no emotion in his inorganic eyes, but his gaze was inexplicably hot.
Wen Qing shrank her hands from being stared at, and quickly turned her back behind her, stammering and asking: "Do you want my hand?"
He has not yet reached this level with the Holy Father.
Wen Qing closed his eyes, thinking, Zhang Yang is sorry.
In the next second, Fu Ranxiu looked away.
He opened the drawer, took out a silver nail clipper, put it on the table, raised his jaw slightly, and said to Wen Qing: "Come here."
Wen Qing stared at the nail clippers in his hand for a while, and after confirming that they were nail clippers rather than other weird things, she asked incredulously, "Cut, cut your nails?"
Fu Ranxiu responded lightly.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, it turned out that the squad leader wanted someone to cut his nails.
Zhang Yang, you have to thank me well.
Wen Qing walked over slowly, stood by the table, not too close to Fu Ranxiu, keeping a good distance.
He reached for the nail clippers on the table, and Fu Ranxiu grabbed his fingertips as soon as they reached the table.
Wen Qing instinctively locked her hand, but when Fu Ranxiu pressed lightly on his wrist, the hand lost all strength.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and was about to curse.
Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Don't move."
"Your nails are not done."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, he looked down and saw Fu Ranxiu picked up the nail clippers.
? ?
Want to cut his nails? Didn't he cut his nails
Wen Qing was greatly shocked, it was the first time he met someone with this habit.
Also, quite perverted...
Fu Ranxiu lowered his head and put his left hand against Wen Qing's palm.
There is flesh in Wen Qing's palm, which is soft and tender. Fu Ranxiu's fingers can't help but bend, and they stick tightly to the soft flesh in his palm.
Fu Ranxiu pursed her lips, pressed her thumb against the phalanx of Wen Qing's index finger, and rubbed gently.
The expression on his face didn't change at all, so that Wen Qing didn't think about any aspect at all, but was just wondering if Fu Ranxiu's current movements were the legendary finger massage.
"Ka—"
Fu Ranxiu pressed the nail clippers with one hand, and the other hand caressed Wen Qing's hand vaguely.
His eyes were getting darker, and his breathing was getting warmer.
Wen Qing stared at Fu Ranxiu closely, feeling Fu Ranxiu's breath with his cool fingertips.
hot.
Wen Qing thought, breathing is hot.
Should be a living person.
There are not many long nails, so they will be cut soon.
Wen Qing thought it was about to end, but Fu Ranxiu took out another tool and gently fiddled with his nails.
The fingertips were slightly numb and itchy, Wen Qing couldn't help moving, and her fingers accidentally hooked Fu Ranxiu's palm.
Fu Ranxiu's breath was stagnant.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle voice sounded above his head: "Are you ready?"
The voice was soft and soft, Fu Ranxiu grabbed his hand, his heart skipped a beat.
"No."
Wen sighed softly, feeling that Fu Ranxiu's voice seemed a little hoarse.
He blinked and watched Fu Ranxiu put down his tools, unwrapped a pack of wet wipes, and wiped his fingers gently and meticulously, as if he was treating some treasure.
Wen Qing didn't understand. Could it be that Fu Ranxiu's dream was to be a manicurist
After Fu Ranxiu threw away the wet wipes and the cut nails, Wen Qing asked again: "Are you all right now?"
Fu Ranxiu nodded.
Wen Qing looked at him anxiously: "Where's Zhang Yang?"
Facing Shang Wen's clean and clear eyes, Fu Ranxiu looked away and said two words: "Afternoon."
After speaking, he got up and opened the closet, took a set of clothes, and walked to the bathroom.
Soon, Wen Qing heard the sound of water dripping from the bathroom.
in the shower
Why did you take a shower in the middle of the day
Wen Qing raised her hand and glanced at her neat and consistent nails, and understood why girls like to have their nails done.
From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the angel sculpture on Fu Ranxiu's table, and he immediately put down his hand and glanced at the bathroom.
Now is a good opportunity, Fu Ranxiu will not appear suddenly.
Wen gently lowered his head and looked at the table carefully.
In the upper left corner is a stack of real test papers for the college entrance examination, and a white palm-sized angel sculpture is pressed on the papers. On the right are four or five religious books, which seem to be ready to read.
Wen Qing first picked up the angel sculpture and looked at it.
The sculpture of the angel is very delicate, with a smile on his cheeks and lips, his eyes are closed, and the feathers on the wings on his back are lifelike.
He shook the sculpture, it was solid and there was nothing inside.
It seems to be just an ordinary ornament.
Wen Qing looked down at the real questions on the table, and his eyes froze.
Fu Ranxiu's name was written on these papers, with red ticks everywhere, and none of the questions was wrong.
Wen Qing flipped through it, and none of the papers had a wrong question.
I don't know if this is Fu Ranxiu's real achievement or a fraud.
Wen Qing put the angel sculpture back to its original place, took out a pen and note from Fu Ranxiu's drawer, and recorded the name of the religious book.
They were all tadpole texts, Wen Qing was afraid of making mistakes, so he wrote each stroke very carefully, which took a lot of time.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Wen Qing quickly tore off the note and put it in her pocket, her heart beating fast.
He hurriedly tidied up Fu Ranxiu's desk and put everything back in place.
"Click—" the bathroom door opened.
Wen Qing hurriedly picked up the trash bag in the trash can. Turning his back to Fu Ranxiu, he said, "I'm going to the classroom first, and I'll also throw out the trash by the way."
After speaking, he ran out of the bedroom without looking back.
Fu Ranxiu walked to the table with wet hair, pulled out the chair and sat down, opened the book, and continued to read.
***
Wen Qing returned to the classroom, because it was lunch break, there was no one in the classroom.
He let out a breath, lay down on the table to rest, soon became sleepy, and fell asleep.
This sleep was very heavy, and when I woke up again, the first class in the afternoon was almost over.
Wen rubbed his eyes lightly, and didn't fully wake up until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
He glanced at Zhang Yang's seat, but it was still empty.
Wen Qing looked at Fu Ranxiu, saw him get up and go out, and quickly asked, "Where is Zhang Yang?"
Fu Ranxiu glanced at the sleep marks on his face, and pursed his lips: "Go to class."
Wen Qing turned to look at the others, and the students all walked out.
Jiang Yan stood by the door and waved to him: "Let's go, physical education class."
Wen Qing glanced at the class schedule on the blackboard, the second class was physical education.
Wen Qing and Jiang Yan set off for the playground when everyone in the classroom was almost gone.
Wen Qing lowered his voice and said to Jiang Yan: "Zhang Yang is not in the dormitory, it seems that something happened."
"His roommate reacted strangely."
Jiang Yan: "Huh?"
Wen Qing recounted the conversation at noon.
Jiang Yan looked at a group of students who were extremely excited ahead, and narrowed his eyes: "Go and see the playground."
basketball court
Like other teachers, the physical education teacher glanced at the students perfunctorily and asked, "Sports committee member."
Huang Mao yelled: "The sports committee has asked for leave!"
The physical education teacher was stunned for a moment, and said casually, "The monitor is in charge."
Fu Ranxiu walked up to the crowd and said flatly, "Report the number."
"One, two, three... twenty-two, twenty-three."
Fu Ranxiu said indifferently: "Except for Song Xuan, there is no one else."
Wen Wei was slightly taken aback, and looked up at Fu Ranxiu.
"A transfer student is not here." Suddenly someone said.
Wen Qing turned her head to look over, it was Zhang Yang's thin bamboo pole roommate.
Shouzhugan pointed to the gymnasium beside him with a smile on his face: "I think he was still there just now."
"Isn't the gymnasium under renovation these days, shouldn't something happen to him?"
"Let's go over and have a look."
The physical education teacher didn't speak, and other students echoed:
"Yeah."
"Let's find someone quickly."
"let's go."
...
With that said, everyone walked towards the stadium in a mighty manner.
Wen Qing frowned and followed them forward.
The gymnasium has not yet been renovated, various equipment are scattered on the ground, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of paint.
Wen Qing couldn't help covering her mouth and nose.
Suddenly, a weak and hoarse voice sounded from the right: "Is anyone there?"
Wen Qing's footsteps stopped suddenly, as if it was Zhang Yang's voice.
He turned his head to look over, and saw the team leader, the thin bamboo pole, and others walking quickly towards a door.
There was a wooden stick against the door, obviously someone blocked the door on purpose.
The thin bamboo pole walked to the door, without asking if there was anyone inside, he took the wooden stick off the door and opened the door.
This is a narrow and airtight room, filled with various paint buckets, spatulas, paint rollers and other tools. The smell of paint in the room is even more pungent, and the eyes of people who rush into it hurt a little.
Zhang Yang sat by the door, his face turned blue.
Shouzhugan glanced at him and laughed loudly: "You are here."
"It stinks, why does it smell like urine?"
"Did you defecate anywhere in it?"
"Dirty."
Shouzhugan and the others exchanged harsh words.
The other students watched this scene with a grin.
Wen Qing was about to go forward to help Zhang Yang, when Zhang Yang got up from the ground, took a shovel, and rushed towards the thin bamboo pole: "I'm going to piss on you right now!"
After the words fell, all the students in the first class fell silent and looked at Zhang Yang.
More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared straight at Zhang Yang at the same time.
Zhang Yang froze in place.
Wen Qing also felt chills running down his back, his hair standing on end.