A group of more than a dozen people had slightly different expressions on their faces, but their eyes seemed to be carved out of the same mold, looking at Zhang Yang gloomyly.
The air was deadly still, and the heavy, nauseating smell of paint lingered on the tip of the nose, stimulating the senses.
Zhang Yang's face turned pale.
He slowed down, rolled up his sleeves stiffly, thinking to himself, losing is not losing.
Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, raised his voice, and asked Shouzhugan with great momentum: "Didn't you put me in the fucking place?!"
His voice is very hoarse, at the moment he speaks like a dilapidated bellows, rough and sharp.
Hearing this, a smile gradually appeared on Shouzhugan's face, as if he was enjoying a farce, and he turned into the same cheeky smile as before: "Who locked you in."
"Don't wrong a good man, what do I care about you for no reason?"
The others nodded in agreement, "Yeah, why did he want to lock you up?"
"Did you quarrel?"
"There is no quarrel, isn't it good?"
"You won't walk around and be locked in there, will you?"
...
Everyone said what they said, and what they said was all about the thin bamboo pole.
"It's fucking you in the morning..." Zhang Yang's voice became lower and lower, and he didn't say the second half of the sentence.
It doesn't matter what he says.
A class of students clearly belonged together.
Zhang Yang tightened his grip on the spatula, panted heavily, and calmed down.
Everyone was looking at Zhang Yang, watching the anger on his face gradually disappear, as if they understood, they didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile
"Be careful next time, transfer student."
"We came to rescue you with good intentions, otherwise you might have to be imprisoned for a few more days."
"Yeah, yeah, if you don't thank us, forget it, why are you still slandering people?"
"Adults don't remember villains."
...
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu from the corner of her eye.
He stood at the entrance of the gymnasium, with his back to the light, half of his face was shrouded in shadow, and the other half was indifferent, without any emotion, looking at the scene in front of him.
Fu Ranxiu didn't go along with the others, nor did he stop them, but just watched quietly, as if he didn't care, or as if he acquiesced in this kind of thing.
Wen pursed his lips lightly and subconsciously squeezed his palms tightly.
"How did you students get in?!"
Suddenly, a man in security uniform walked past the door, and he shouted to everyone, "Come out quickly."
Seeing that it was the security guard, a group of students hurried outside without saying anything or doing anything.
Wen Qing hurriedly walked to Zhang Yang's side, and asked softly, "Are you all right?"
Zhang Yang exhaled, his whole body instantly relaxed, his expression was sluggish, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing, just a little headache. I smelled the smell of paint for a long time."
Seeing that Wen Qing wanted to help himself, he raised the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "I can still walk, these muscles are not for nothing."
Wen nodded lightly and looked up at the people outside the gymnasium.
The security guard stood in front of the students, frowned and scolded: "The gymnasium has been closed for the past two days, didn't your teacher tell you?"
"If something happens inside and the world is not functioning every day, who will bear the responsibility!"
The thin bamboo pole carp quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, uncle."
He said apologetically to the security guard, "We're here to find someone."
"A classmate accidentally walked in."
The other students quickly said, "Uncle, we are fine."
"Uncle, we will pay attention to it in the future."
"Not next time."
...
The uncle said "I'm sorry" to the left, and the security guard relaxed, sighed, waved his hand and said, "It's alright, alright, go to class quickly."
"Thank you uncle."
"Goodbye, uncle."
After thanking them, they slapsticked and walked towards the playground.
Wen Qing blinked her eyes, and thought to herself, being polite, voluntarily admitting mistakes, lively and cheerful, when facing others, these students in Class 1 look like real top students.
The security guard glanced at Wen Qing and the others who were slowly walking out of the gymnasium, turned around and left without saying anything.
Zhang Yang sat down on the steps of the door, took a deep breath of fresh air for a while, and said to Wen Qing and the others: "That guy Wang Feng tricked me into coming here."
"It's the skinny guy who opened the door just now." He paused, and described what happened in detail. "I met him on the way back to the classroom after changing his school uniform in the morning. He said that the first class has been changed to physical education. stadium."
"I didn't think much about it. I followed him to the gymnasium. When he opened the door and saw the mess inside, I realized that I was cheated."
"One step slower, he has already locked the door."
Zhang Yang licked his dry and peeling mouth, and continued: "Then no one heard me screaming."
"I fucking understand. These turtles have been thinking about messing with me since yesterday, so everyone's eyes are so virtuous."
"How are your roommates?" After Zhang Yang asked, he added, "Did you see the eyes of those people just now, I feel that the whole class is not right now."
"My roommates," Xu Yuan said hesitantly, "yesterday they were quite normal and took me to the cafeteria for dinner."
"Started playing tricks on me this morning."
After speaking, she looked at Chen Jing.
"Me too, I was fine yesterday," Chen Jing thought for a while, her face turned ugly, "I couldn't find my toothbrush this morning, and they gave me a new one, which smelled a bit strange... I didn't think much about it at the time."
Zhang Yang cursed in a low voice, and looked at Wen Qing and Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan shook his head: "I didn't have any contact with them, the last one went back to the dormitory to sleep, and the first one to get up."
Wen Qing told the truth: "My roommate is the monitor, he didn't do anything to me, he just read when he returned to the dormitory."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at Wen Qingli's eyes meaningfully.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and thought of Song Xuan again.
Song Xuan is also his roommate...
Wen Qing said: "There is also a roommate who doesn't live on campus, he, he is bullying me a little bit."
As he said that, he remembered what Huang Mao said yesterday, and quickly said: "I heard someone ask my roommate yesterday, is it time?"
Zhang Yang wondered, "When will it be?"
"I don't know, they didn't say anything," Wen Qing pursed his lips and analyzed, "According to today's events, are they waiting for the time to bully us?"
The eyes of the students when they introduced themselves yesterday, now think about it, they seem to be picking prey and preparing to do it.
Girls are more bullied than boys.
Compared with the tall Jiang Yan, he is easier to bully when he is thin.
"That makes sense," Zhang Yang nodded, and pulled the grass in his hand irritably, "Damn it, if they are all aberrations, I'll kill them one by one—"
Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly.
Wen Qing looked down at him.
"Almost forgot," Zhang Yang's face changed, and he said seriously, "I found out that there was no way to use props in the morning."
"You can't use props on Wang Feng, and you can't use props to leave that room."
"I don't know if it's because of Wang Feng or everyone else," Zhang Yang asked after finishing speaking, "Have you ever used props?"
Except for Wen Qing, they shook their heads without exception.
The eyes of the four fell on Wen Qing.
Wen Qing said slowly: "I used Song Xuan...my roommate who doesn't live in school."
"Can use."
He didn't say what kind of prop it was, and the others didn't ask. The props were originally personal things.
Zhang Yang was stunned, and muttered, "Is there something wrong with Wang Feng?"
"I'll try again when I get a chance."
Wen nodded slightly.
Zhang Yang stood up and suggested, "This group of people are all in a group, let's join together and take care of each other."
"Otherwise it's too dangerous."
Today is Zhang Yang, and I don't know whose turn it will be next.
No one disagrees.
Because the dormitories are separated, after a short discussion, it was decided that the boys and girls would take care of each other in the dormitory, and there was no need to divide them according to gender in the classroom.
Several people sat at the door of the dormitory for a while. Zhang Yang felt unwell, so he went back to the dormitory to rest first.
Chen Jing and Xu Yuan went to the bathroom together.
Wen Qing and Jiang Yan walked to the basketball court and looked at the others by the fence.
The boys in the first class play basketball on the basketball court, while the girls play on the badminton and tennis courts on the other side.
Usually in physical education class.
Wen Qing blinked, just in time to see the thin bamboo pole, that is, Wang Feng's basketball hit a passerby.
Wang Feng's expression changed, and he hurried over to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
His teammates also hurried forward, concerned: "Student, are you alright?"
"Are you hurt?"
"Let's go to the infirmary."
...
Wen lightly pursed his lips and glanced at the person who was smashed.
It's not a student from Class 1, it looks quite young, maybe a freshman in high school.
Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Jiang Yan, and said hesitantly, "They seem to only be malicious towards transfer students."
Deliberately bullying and teasing people.
They don't care about their names either, they seem to have only one transfer student's code name.
As long as transfer students are not involved, their speech and behavior are normal.
Jiang Yan hummed: "It should be related to improving grades."
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly: "Can bullying us improve our grades?"
"Ninety-nine are inseparable," Jiang Yan propped his hands on the guardrail, lazily basking in the sun, "After all, it is a strange dungeon, and someone should have done something."
Fu Ranxiu's face popped into Wen Qing's mind.
Fu Ranxiu is different, and also studies religious books...
No matter what Wen Qing thinks, it's because of Fu Ranxiu.
He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then took out the post-it note in his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan glanced, held the sticky note between his fingers, and curved his red lips: "Huh? A love letter?"
Wen Qing was silent for a moment: "It's the title of the book."
He leaned into Jiang Yan's ear and said in a low voice, "I suspect that the squad leader made some strange sacrifice."
"He has been reading religious books in the dormitory."
"These are the names I traced down, I can't understand them, do you know them?"
Jiang Yan unfolded the sticky note, glanced at it casually, put the sticky note back into Wen Qing's pocket, and said softly: "Arabic, Thai, Tibetan..."
"These books are about the relationship between the myths and historical development of various countries, not purely religious books."
Wen Qing stared blankly at Jiang Yan, he didn't expect Jiang Yan to know so many languages.
Sensing his sight, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled in his eyes: "Are you going to fall in love with me?"
Wen Qing: "... That's not enough."
Jiang Yan blinked: "I will continue to work hard."
Wen Qing wanted to say that there is no need to work hard, but then realized that Jiang Yan was joking and teasing him again, and he replied solemnly that he would definitely be laughed at, so he swallowed his words back.
Wen Qing asked again: "Have you read these books?"
Jiang Yan shook his head: "I've heard of it, it's quite famous."
"It's really unexpected that a high school student would read this kind of book."
He tapped the railing lightly with his fingertips, looked at Fu Ranxiu under the tree in the distance, and squinted his eyes.
"Did he really do nothing to you?"
Wen Qing thought that Jiang Yan was asking him about memorizing the title of the book, so he blinked and said in a low voice, "I secretly wrote it while the squad leader was taking a bath, but he didn't know."
Jiang Yan chuckled: "It's not this."
He tilted his head to stare at Wen Qing's pretty face, and raised the corners of his lips: "Why did he help you find Zhang Yang?"
Wen Qing was stunned: "How do you know?"
How do you know it was for him
"It's not hard to guess," Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, looked at Wen Wei's slightly raised lips, and asked again, "He really didn't do anything?"
Wen gently shook his head slowly.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes: "What did he do?"
"He..." Wen Qing stretched out her hand and put it under Jiang Yan's eyes.
Jiang Yan looked at his slender hands: "He did it with your hands?"
Wen Qing: "???"