Wen slightly raised his head and looked into Jiang Yan's eyes.
Well, he didn't want to be crooked.
What Jiang Yan said just now meant the literal meaning.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and squeezed out two words: "No."
Jiang Yan squinted his eyes, his eye makeup was picked up, and the way he squinted his eyes to look at people fully interpreted the four words "doubtful".
Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red: "Really not!"
He didn't understand why Jiang Yan could think in that direction.
Wen Qing immediately said, "He just cut my nails."
After finishing speaking, he raised both hands and bent his fingertips to form claws, so that Jiang Yan could clearly see that his nails had been manicured.
He wanted Jiang Yan to focus on his hands, but Jiang Yan couldn't help but focus on his movements.
The two paws are placed beside the cheeks, which is very cute.
Jiang Yan felt a little itchy.
Wen Qing blinked and emphasized: "He only cut my nails."
"Fu Ranxiu may be very interested in nail art."
Jiang Yan: "..."
"Um?"
Wen Qing thought for a while and explained: "He is very considerate in service."
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and stared at his hand.
The back of the hand is covered with light blue veins, the fingers are white and slender, and the fingernails are pink and tender. They look healthy and are suitable for holding in the palm of the hand.
"How thoughtful?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand, put it in front of Wen Qing's eyes, and said without changing expression, "Use my hand to demonstrate."
Wen Qing: "..."
"A man and a woman can't kiss each other."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "What about the man?"
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said slowly: "It's normal for boys to touch each other."
Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Then I'm a man."
Wen Qing was silent again.
Jiang Yan raised his red lips and said with a smile, "Don't you believe me?"
"Do you want to take a look?"
Wen Qing had nothing to say, and dryly squeezed out three words: "No need."
Fearing that Jiang Yan would say something else, he hurriedly said, "Let me tell you again."
Jiang Yan stopped teasing him, and responded, signaling Wen Qing to continue.
Wen said softly: "He just stared at my hand for a while, and then..."
He recalled Fu Ranxiu's expression and actions at that time, and couldn't think of a suitable word for a while, so he could only say: "Then he grabbed my hand, um... cut the nails."
"After cutting it, I sharpened it with tools," Wen Qing said, as if feeling Fu Ranxiu's scorching gaze again with Wen Qing's fingers, he couldn't help rubbing his trouser legs to wipe away the non-existent feeling, and continued, "Finally And wiped my hands with wet wipes."
The process is a bit simple to describe, and Wen Qing added: "Wipe one finger at a time."
After speaking, he felt something was wrong.
Obviously not all the nails were trimmed, but Fu Ranxiu wiped his hands extremely carefully.
Wen Qing raised his eyes, and asked Jiang Yan blankly: "Isn't this the process when you do nail art?"
Jiang Yan had never done manicures before, so he didn't know the specific process, but this did not affect his answer to Wen Qing's question in the slightest.
Jiang Yan said firmly, "No."
"Fu Ranxiu's purpose is not to cut nails."
"It's your hand."
Wen Qing was startled, thinking that Fu Ranxiu often looked at his hands.
He lowered his voice and asked nervously, "Is he the kind of pervert who likes to collect hands?"
Jiang Yan lowered his head, looked at Wen Qing's clear eyes, and gave a low laugh helplessly.
Wen Qing didn't understand what the laughter meant, so she asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"
Jiang Yan snorted, and blinked at Wen Qing: "He's not a pervert who likes to collect hands."
"He's a pervert who likes hands."
Wen Qing understood the difference between the two words.
Fu Ranxiu unexpectedly! It's a hand control!
So keep staring at his hands.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and couldn't help thinking, could it be because of his hands that even the dormitory didn't bully him
wrong…
Fu Ranxiu first asked him yesterday afternoon, "Are you in poor health?"
Then arrange a bedroom with him.
And the specialty on the identity card is also delicate and frail...
Wen lowered his head slightly, lost in thought.
He thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out.
When she regained her senses, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure not far away from the corner of her eye. Wen Qing turned her head and looked over, only to see Fu Ranxiu standing under the tree, turned around suddenly, and left the playground.
The next second, the get out of class bell rang.
"Let's go." Jiang Yan said.
Wen nodded lightly and followed him back to the classroom.
Fu Ranxiu walked far ahead of them, and quickly walked around the corner, his figure disappeared from sight.
hand control...
Wen Qing raised her hand and looked at her nails. It was a pity that the nails grew too slowly.
Otherwise, Fu Ranxiu could help Fu Ranxiu once by cutting the nails.
He has nothing to lose.
Jiang Yan glanced at his movements, guessed what Wen Qing was thinking, chuckled and said, "Aren't you afraid of him?"
Wen Qing nodded, and said truthfully, "I'm afraid."
"But if you cut your nails, you can bear it."
Jiang Yan chuckled, and couldn't help pinching his cheek: "For a person like Fu Ranxiu, cutting his nails won't satisfy him for the next deal."
"At least touch it."
Wen Qing blinked, and if Fu Ranxiu could help by touching his hand... it wouldn't be a bad thing, would it
Jiang Yan's fingertips slid across Wen Qing's cheeks, fell to his shoulders, and squeezed suggestively: "It's not the kind of touch you want."
"You have to touch and fiddle with it anyway, right?"
Wen Qing now understood that Jiang Yan's touching was not just touching, he blushed slightly, and didn't want to continue this topic with Jiang Yan, so he walked forward quickly.
Jiang Yan's legs were much longer than his, so he chased after him in two or three steps, leaned close to his ear, and said with a smile, "Let my sister touch her, and she might help you too."
"Sister is better than brother."
Wen Qing blushed even more, he pretended not to hear Jiang Yan's words, and walked to the classroom without looking back.
...
The classes in the afternoon are also self-study classes.
Maybe it's because everyone saw Zhang Yang's embarrassment today. The classroom in the afternoon was very calm, and no one targeted the transfer students anymore. Fang Fang, Wang Feng and others were laughing and laughing with their classmates, and they didn't even pay much attention to Zhang Yang. He glanced at Xu Yuan.
In the self-study class, Wen Qing held his chin, stared at Fu Ranxiu's back, and wrote and drew on the draft paper, thinking about the questions to ask and what he could do after using the "victim halo" on Fu Ranxiu.
The "Victim Halo" only took effect for five minutes, so he had to sort it out in advance.
1. Is the improvement in grades of a class of students related to bullying transfer students
2. Did you do any sacrificial ceremony
3. How to remove it
...
Wen Qing stared at the third question, pondered for a while, and added a sentence "If possible, let Fu Ranxiu end all this".
Wen Qing spent the whole afternoon on this matter.
After all, the cooling time of the victim's halo takes a week, so use it early to cool down.
After dinner in the evening, Jiang Yan went straight back to the women's dormitory to sleep.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, and decided to go back to the dormitory first.
Passing by 406, the door of the dormitory was not closed, and Zhang Yang could be seen sleeping soundly on the bed.
Wen Qing didn't bother him, and went back to 401 directly.
He pushed open the door, only to see Fu Ranxiu sitting on a chair, with his eyes half closed, flipping through the book in his hand.
Hearing the movement at the door, Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, and quickly looked away.
Wen Qing paused, put his hands in his trouser pockets silently, and walked towards his desk pretending to be natural.
As soon as he walked behind Fu Ranxiu, a cold voice sounded in his ears: "You moved my table."
It's not an interrogative sentence, it's an affirmative sentence.