Wen Qing's footsteps stopped suddenly, her heart skipped a beat in fright.
He turned his head nervously and met Fu Ranxiu's eyes.
Fu Ranxiu's eyes were dark and bottomless, without any emotion, he just looked at him quietly, stating a fact.
Wen Qing pinched her palms, lowered her eyes, for fear of being seen panicked in her eyes.
How did Fu Ranxiu know that he touched it
He obviously put everything back in place...
"Wen Meng." Fu Ranxiu called out his name with a cold tone.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she said slowly, "I, I... wiped it off."
"You didn't wipe the table after cutting your nails."
As she said that, Wen Qing slowly straightened her back, thinking, this is a reasonable excuse.
Fu Ranxiu did not wipe the table, and his nails might accidentally splash on Fu Ranxiu's table.
Wen Qing raised her eyes cautiously and looked at Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu stared at him and said slowly, "Wipe it again."
Wen lightly froze.
Fu Ranxiu raised his jaw slightly, tapped the table with his fingertips, and repeated: "How did you wipe it at that time, now wipe it aside."
In order to dispel his suspicion, Wen gently took out a tissue and began to wipe the table.
Start at the corner and work your way up bit by bit.
Fu Ranxiu half-closed his eyes, watching Wen Qingbai's fingers sliding across the table, with his fingertips touching the table, and his fingers curved into a beautiful arc.
The fingertips were oppressed, revealing a touch of pink and red, making this hand even more alluring.
Fu Ranxiu's fingers slowly rubbed on the tabletop, and the cold wooden tabletop slightly relieved his dryness.
He stared at Wen Qing's fingers, watching the other party pick up the angel sculpture, and the white and slender fingers were holding the dead white ornament.
Under the incandescent light, Wen Qing's skin is delicate, with a healthy and fresh milky white color, which is obviously different from the whiteness of the sculpture.
Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips, and pressed his fingertips on the table, as if he touched that hand in the air.
Wen Qing used the fastest speed to demonstrate the procedure of wiping the table, and quickly said to Fu Ranxiu: "That's it."
Turning his head, he saw Fu Ranxiu staring straight at his hand.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, she subconsciously turned her back and hid her hands behind her back.
His heart was beating fast, and he couldn't help thinking, maybe Fu Ranxiu asked him to wipe the table on purpose, right? !
Wen Qing stammered and reminded Fu Ranxiu: "Just, that's how it was wiped."
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids, glanced at the tissue he left on the table, and said slowly, "Paper."
Wen Qing quickly reached out, threw the tissue into the trash can, pinched the palm of her hand, and said, "Then I'll throw the trash."
Fu Ranxiu hummed lightly.
Wen Qing blinked, wondering whether this meant believing it or not
The next second, Fu Ranxiu suddenly grabbed his hand.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide, and immediately withdrew his hands. Unexpectedly, Fu Ranxiu looked thin, but his strength was unusually strong. He couldn't struggle at all, but instead made his wrist hurt.
"Don't move." Fu Ranxiu said in a deep voice.
Of course Wen Qing ignored him, and raised her other hand, wanting to hit someone, but then she saw Fu Ranxiu stroking his fingers and gently opening them.
"Don't pinch your hands." Fu Ranxiu said.
Wen Qing paused, followed his gaze, and saw the months-like teeth marks on his palm.
Fu Ranxiu: "Your habits are very bad."
Feeling a little looseness on the wrist, Wen Qing immediately withdrew her hand.
Fu Ranxiu didn't do anything else, the sudden behavior just now seemed to be just to keep him from pinching his palms.
Wen Qing quickly put her hands in her trouser pockets.
Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu said casually, "I like your hands."
Wen Qing didn't speak, thinking silently, he saw it.
Fu Ranxiu continued, "You should have a lot of questions."
Wen Qing was taken aback, and looked up at him.
Fu Ranxiu stared at him quietly, his eyes slowly moved down, and fell on his bare wrist.
He glanced around and looked away.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, understanding the meaning behind his words.
Fu Ranxiu was hinting at him to make a deal.
Jiang Yan's flirtatious words immediately popped into Wen Qing's mind.
His body froze, he didn't agree or refuse, and said dryly: "I, I'm going to do the laundry."
After speaking, he picked up the clothes he changed yesterday and ran into the bathroom.
Wen Qing stood in front of the washstand, looking down at her hands.
No matter how you look at it, they are a pair of ordinary hands.
He has never met people who controlled by hand before, and he doesn't understand the psychology of these people, and he doesn't understand what their likes are like.
After thinking for a while, he asked 001 in his heart: [System, do you know manual control?]
001: [I know.]
Wen Qing asked tentatively: [Can you tell me the specific meaning? Like the drawbridge effect last time.]
001: [Manual control refers to a complex that the opponent has a special favorite.]
Saying this is the same as not saying it.
Wen Qing asked again: [Is there an example of this complex?]
For example, do you want to see, touch, or do something else
001: [It varies from person to person.]
Wen lightly groaned, and turned his head to look at the door.
The bathroom door is made of wood, and the upper part is frosted, so you can't see the outside clearly from the inside, and you can't see the inside from the outside.
Wen Qing looked away, wondering if Fu Ranxiu seemed quite ascetic, could it be that he just wanted to see his hands
After washing the clothes, Wen Qing walked out of the bathroom, Fu Ranxiu was no longer in the dormitory.
Wen Qing sat on her seat, looked at the clock hanging on the bedroom wall, and asked questions after simulating using the victim halo.
He has a lot of questions, and I'm afraid it will be too late.
After the first round of simulation, the timeout was three minutes.
Wen Wei frowned slightly. He could adjust his speaking speed, but he couldn't control Fu Ranxiu's.
Wen lightly held his chin, took out a pen and paper, and reorganized his words.
In the middle of writing, I suddenly remembered something, and asked quickly: [System, if I use the victim halo, will the other party feel abnormal after the five-minute effective time expires?]
If the time limit for the victim's aura expires and he doesn't complete the advanced task, he will be miserable!
Wen Qing asked in detail: [Will you notice what I did to him?]
001: [No.]
001: [The other party will think that this is what he wants to do from the bottom of his heart.]
Wen breathed a sigh of relief: [That's good.]
Not long after, the bell for evening self-study rang.
The dormitory building is still noisy, and most of the students are playing around in the dormitory, which is more like a university dormitory than a high school dormitory.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Boom boom boom—"
Wen Qing paused with her fingertips, walked to the door, and asked quickly, "Who is it?"
"Me." Zhang Yang's voice came from outside the door.
Wen Qing hurriedly opened the door.
Zhang Yang yawned. Although he knew that the students in Class 1 were probably not there, he still looked inside and asked, "Is your roommate not here?"
Wen nodded slightly.
Zhang Yang walked into 401 and closed the door.
He sat down on the empty chair and said directly to Wen Qing: "I met students from other classes when I went back to the dormitory in the afternoon."
"They are all quite normal, and someone asked me if I should go to the infirmary."
"I just asked about Class 1 by the way." Zhang Yang paused, and continued, "What they said is similar. The students in Class 1 not only have good grades, they are also good people, and they are very united."
Wen Wei was slightly taken aback, nodded and said, "Yes, I've heard that too."
He briefly recounted the conversation with the students in class six about the textbooks during the day.
After listening, Zhang Yang stroked his chin and muttered, "These gangsters are really good at hiding."
"I asked, and they said that in the past three years, there has been no bad news from the first class to the third year of senior high school. There have been many students who have been transferred to class one, and they have been transferred for a while and then transferred away."
"But I haven't heard anything about them bullying transfer students."
Wen lightly pursed his lips: "Hasn't anyone said that?"
Zhang Yang: "I guess no one would believe it, those turtle grandchildren pretend to be like dogs."
Speaking of which, he couldn't help scolding his roommate for a while, and then continued: "By the way, I asked another question."
"Don't you have a bad temper at the back desk, and the gang of hooligans in the classroom, they all came in with money from their families, and they are different from the poor students recruited by other schools."
"One of them seems to be very famous in junior high school. He is a well-known school bully in this district. He fights all day long. After entering the first class, he is very quiet."
"It's called Song." Zhang Yang scratched his head, but couldn't remember the person's name, "Anyway, his surname is Song."
Wen Qing asked: "Is it Song Xuan?"
"That's right, that's right," Zhang Yang nodded again and again, "The Huang Maos are all his little brothers, listen to him."
"Since this group of people entered the first class in the first year of senior high school, they don't bully others casually like in junior high school. Instead, they still do uh... It's a good thing."
Zhang Yang: "Just today, they beat up a little pervert who peeped at the girl's dormitory and stole clothes. After the beating, they sent him to the infirmary. When I went back to the dormitory in the afternoon, I happened to bump into the little pervert's parents to pack up. To quit school."
Wen Qing was stunned, so there was really something wrong with the person Song Xuan and Huang Mao beat up.
He couldn't help asking: "Is it because that person bullied the girls in class one? Or is it because that person has a problem?"
Zhang Yang shook his head: "The few people I asked were not clear about it. They only said that many girls were victimized."
"But why did these little hooligans change their sex after entering high school? This is too strange."
Wen Qing was curious: "Did you ask?"
"I asked, and they said that it's like this since entering high school," Zhang Yang asked after pondering for a while, "Could it be that the monitor did something?"
As he said that, he looked at the table and chairs beside him, and asked Wen Qing, "Have you turned over his things?"
Wen Qing nodded slowly: "There is nothing unusual on the table, nothing else."
Zhang Yang stood up and walked quickly to a wardrobe: "Is this the monitor's?"
Wen nodded lightly, and said hastily, "He can see that someone has touched his things."
"So vigilant?" Zhang Yang frowned, opened the closet, did not rummage, just took a look.
There are several sets of school uniforms, underwear, socks, etc. inside. There are not many things, and you can see everything at a glance.
Zhang Yang closed the closet door and looked at the bed again. It was neat and tidy, and nothing could be seen from the surface.
He turned his head and asked Wen Qing: "Did you feel anything wrong in this room?"
Wen Qing honestly shook her head: "Not so far."
Zhang Yang sighed; "Then we can only look at it again."
"I don't know if those turtles in 406 will cause trouble tonight, and you should be careful monitor."
Wen lightly responded.
After discussing for another hour, the two had no clue except that a class of students targeted transfer students.
Zhang Yang went back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep after eating, worried that he would not be able to sleep well at night.
Wen Qing didn't think much about it at first, because of Zhang Yang's words, she went to bed and slept for a while after washing.
After an unknown amount of time, I vaguely heard footsteps.
somebody is coming.
Wen Qing woke up instantly, sat up suddenly, and stared blankly at the person standing by the bed.
It's Fu Ranxiu.
He looked like he had just taken a shower, his body was soaked in water vapor, his black hair was wet, and the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose were also stained with water mist.
Sensing Wen Qing's gaze, he turned his head indifferently, saw Wen Qing staring at him straightly, and said, "Have you considered it?"
Wen Qing's mind was still a little dull, so she blurted out: "What do you want to do?"
Fu Ranxiu said calmly, "Fair deal."
"What do you want to know?"
Listening to Fu Ranxiu's icy voice, Wen Qing's mind slowly turned.
He thought about it, and asked tentatively, "Why do you bully the transfer students?"
Fu Ranxiu's expression remained unchanged, as if he had already guessed that this question would be asked.
He raised his eyelids and said the content of the transaction directly: "Touch me."