Song Xuan's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of hostility.
Wen Qing sat on the bed, grasped the edge of the bed with his right hand, and pressed his fingertips against the wooden board, with a faint blood stain.
Fu Ranxiu was standing beside his bed, as long as he moved forward a little, he could kiss that hand.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, strode into the dormitory, stood in front of Fu Ranxiu, raised his hand and grabbed Fu Ranxiu's collar: "What the hell do you want?"
When his phoenix eyes were narrowed, they looked narrower and longer, giving people a very unfriendly feeling, as if he would hit someone at any time.
Fu Ranxiu calmly opened his hand, raised his eyelids, without any change in expression, and said to Song Xuan indifferently: "You should ask Wen Meng what he wants to do to me."
Wen Qing: "..."
Hearing Fu Ranxiu's words, Song Xuan became more and more upset, and said with a sneer, "Who the hell is going to do to you pervert."
He glanced at Wen Qing, and said again: "Don't fucking miss him."
Fu Ranxiu snorted lightly, but said nothing.
Wen Qing somehow understood Fu Ranxiu's meaning.
It's not that Fu Ranxiu misses him now, but he misses Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and looked at Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan in silence.
The two were about the same height, and the atmosphere was tense.
Song Xuan clenched his fist, as if he wanted to hit someone, but he didn't do it for a long time.
Fu Ranxiu looked at Song Xuan quietly, and said calmly, "Turn off the lights in another hour."
"I know," Song Xuan said to him with the corners of his mouth pulled up, "From today onwards, I will live on campus."
Fu Ranxiu finally had some emotion on his face, he frowned slightly, and looked at Song Xuan deeply.
Wen Qing was stunned.
One is because Song Xuan actually wants to live on campus, and the other is because Fu Ranxiu is actually angry because of this.
Song Xuan obviously knew that Fu Ranxiu would be upset because of this, he raised the corner of his mouth, leaned sideways on Wen Qing's bed, and raised his jaw slightly: "Come in and put something."
After finishing the words, Wen Qing saw several men in suits and leather shoes walking in with suitcases, handbags and so on.
One of them opened Song Xuan's closet and started packing things, one changed Song Xuan's sheets and quilt, and the other walked straight into the bathroom with the suitcase...
The originally not spacious bedroom was filled with people in an instant, they didn't speak, they didn't even make much movement, they quietly and quickly tidied up the bedroom for Song Xuan.
In less than ten minutes, they left one after another, as if they had never come in.
Wen Qing stared at Song Xuan blankly.
If Song Xuan lives on campus from today, it will be even more difficult for him to find opportunities to be alone with Fu Ranxiu, let alone use props.
Suddenly, Song Xuan turned his head and looked straight at him: "Did he touch your hand?"
Wen Qing was still thinking about the props, but she didn't recover.
He didn't speak, Song Xuan's face became even more stinky, and he asked again: "He didn't just touch your hand?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He didn't touch me!"
Song Xuan's face darkened: "I've seen it all."
You see a fart!
Wen Qing thought to himself, obviously he was the one who touched Fu Ranxiu.
Song Xuan looked at him suspiciously, snorted coldly, and asked again: "Then what are you planning to do so close?"
"It's none of your business." Wen Qing gritted his teeth, ignored Song Xuan, and got into the quilt.
Song Xuan stared at the back of his head for a while, then took a bath towel from the closet sideways, put it on his shoulder, and walked to the bathroom.
When passing by Fu Ranxiu, he stopped and said expressionlessly, "Don't touch him."
Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, ignored Song Xuan, returned to the desk, and read with downcast eyes.
...
Wen Qing stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of dripping water, which was very clear.
Turning his head, he saw Song Xuan taking a bath.
The bathroom is separated from wet and dry, except for the door of the bathroom, the shower room has a separate glass door.
Song Xuan didn't close the bathroom door, but closed a glass door, almost the same as leaving the door open.
The faint hot air and water mist could not cover Song Xuan's body at all, and Wen Qing could clearly see Song Xuan's wheat-colored skin, firm and tight muscles, and strong and powerful waist.
As if feeling Wen Qing's gaze, Song Xuan paused with his shampooing hand, glanced outside, then turned around, facing Wen Qing calmly.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank, and her cheeks instantly turned red.
Song Xuan's insanity must have been intentional!
Wen Qing quickly looked away, turned her back to the direction of the bathroom.
The sound of water ticking, Wen Qing's mind was full of the scene just now, her cheeks became more and more red.
Soon, the bed shook slightly.
Wen Wei tilted his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Xuan climbing onto the bed.
With wet hair on his head, he was sitting on the bed next to Wen Qing, his upper body was naked, but fortunately his lower body was wearing a pair of shorts.
Song Xuan sat on the bed, looking directly at Wen Qing.
His gaze was almost materialized, Wen Qing seemed to be able to feel his gaze wandering over her face, slowly sliding down, falling on her lips, and continuing down again.
Wen Qing flexed her fingers, couldn't help pulling the quilt, and buried half of her face in the quilt.
Song Xuan was still looking at him, just looking at his eyebrows exposed outside the quilt.
Buried in the quilt for a while, it was warm, stuffy and hot.
Seeing that Song Xuan was still looking at him, he couldn't help but sat up and said to Song Xuan, "Don't look at me."
Song Xuan brushed the hair from his forehead back, staring at Wen's slightly red cheeks: "Fu Ranxiu can touch you, but I can't look at you?"
Wen Qing gritted his teeth: "He didn't touch me!"
"I touched him."
Song Xuan was startled slightly, then narrowed his eyes: "Then you also look at me."
Wen Qing: "..."
"I don't want to look at you."
Song Xuan sneered: "Didn't you watch it just now?"
"Would you like to watch it again? I can take it off."
As he spoke, he put his hands on his pants.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, thinking that Song Xuan is crazy!
Song Xuan stared at his expression and frowned slightly: "You don't like it?"
"I'm so old."
Wen Qing's cheeks became even redder, and the tips of her ears were red.
He kind of understood what Song Xuan meant.
Because I said before that I am gay, so, so... Show him on purpose
Wen Qing blushed, stopped talking to the psychopath, got into the quilt, wrapped herself tightly, not even a single hair was exposed.
But through the quilt, he could still feel Song Xuanruo's vague gaze.
Wen gently closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore this feeling.
"Wen Meng." Song Xuan said suddenly.
Wen Qing ignored him.
Song Xuan: "Aren't you bored?"
"I don't look at you."
Wen Qingtan, after hearing Song Xuan's words, he poked his head out tentatively, just in time to meet Song Xuan's straight gaze.
Just looking at him like that, doing nothing, like a big dog staring at its master.
Still a deceiving dog.
Song Xuan greedily looked at Wen Qing's face, as if he had been stuffed, his cheeks were white and red, his eyes were filled with a thin layer of water mist, and the tip of his nose was also slightly pink.
Wen Qing was so angry that he picked up the pillow and threw it over.
Song Xuan didn't hide, he was still hit on his face by the pillow.
At the moment when the pillow was about to fall, he raised his hand to grab it, lowered his head and sniffed it, it was fragrant and sweet.
Seeing the growth, Wen Qing's cheeks turned even redder, this pervert!
"you you… "
Song Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him, his throat moved slightly: "Wen Meng, why are you so fragrant?"
Wen Qing was about to scold him.
Fu Ranxiu's voice sounded from the side: "Turn off the lights."
"Shut up."
After finishing speaking, Fu Ranxiu got up and turned off the light in the bedroom.
The lights out bell rang.
The noisy dormitory building gradually became quiet, and Song Xuan stopped talking and sat on the bed peacefully.
After a long time, Wen Qingwen poked his head out slowly to take a breath of fresh air.
Moonlight climbed into the bedroom from the balcony, Wen Qing vaguely saw Song Xuan's face, and once again felt Song Xuan's eyes clearly.
Wen Qing closed her eyes, forcing herself not to pay attention to Song Xuan's gaze.
After a long time, I finally felt sleepy and fell asleep slowly.
... ... ...
The next morning, Wen Qing was woken up.
The vague words "get up" and "get up" sounded in my ears.
Wen Qing opened her eyes in a daze, only to see Song Xuan standing beside the bed, brushing his teeth while calling him to get up.
Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then heard the melodious sound of getting up and singing.
I slept so late last night that I didn't hear the bell in the morning.
Looking at the time, Wen Qing quickly sat up and lifted the quilt.
Song Xuan's eyes slowly fell from his sleepy face to his stomach.
The corners of the pajamas were slightly lifted, revealing a soft and white waist.
Song Xuan remembered the touch and couldn't help licking his lips.
Wen Qing immediately tidied up her clothes and wanted to get out of bed.
As soon as he stretched out his feet, he saw Song Xuan staring at his feet.
"you… "
Song Xuan said: "I didn't talk nonsense, and I didn't touch anything."
After finishing speaking, he raised his head slightly, probably because he just woke up, his hair was a little messy, and the tail of his hair was slightly raised.
Wen Qing looked at him, inexplicably thinking of the big dog asking for a reward from its owner.
Wen Qing was taken aback by her own thought, and then said to Song Xuan: "Get out of the way, I want to get up."
Song Xuan stood aside, leaving enough space for Wen Qing to climb out of bed.
Wen Qing climbed out of bed and glanced around. Fu Ranxiu was not in the dormitory, he should have gone to the classroom.
He went to the bathroom to wash up, and Song Xuan also went in to rinse his mouth.
He walked to the balcony, and Song Xuan followed to the balcony.
He walked out of the dormitory, followed by Song Xuan.
When Zhang Yang saw the follower behind Wen Qing, he was stunned for a while, and then slowly walked towards Wen Qing against Song Xuan's eyes.
Song Xuan was only two or three steps away from Wen Qing, and could hear their conversation.
Zhang Yang didn't speak, but used his eyes to show Wen Qing what was going on.
"I don't know," Wen pursed his lips lightly.
He stopped, turned his head and said to Song Xuan, "Stay away from me!"
Song Xuan paused, and glanced at Zhang Yang.
His eyes turned around Zhang Yang twice, and he narrowed his eyes: "A transfer student?"
Zhang Yang looked at him and nodded hesitantly.
Song Xuan clicked his tongue, stopped and stood where he was.
Seeing that he didn't keep up, Wen Qing said to Zhang Yang in a low voice, "I don't know what's going on with him."
Zhang Yang responded, compared to Song Xuan, he had other things to say.
"The group of people didn't do anything last night, they were just sleeping, and they were normal this morning, and didn't talk to me."
"I don't know what will happen during the day today."
Zhang Yang looked Wen Qing up and down, and asked, "What about you?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "It's okay, it's just that Song Xuan came back to live on campus suddenly."
"Also..." He paused, and said in a low voice, "Fu Ranxiu should be responsible for the improvement of a class of students' grades."
"Bullying transfer students is also because their grades can improve."
Zhang Yang was taken aback, they were just guessing yesterday, not sure.
He asked Wen Qing in a low voice: "Did you use props?"
Wen shook his head lightly: "No."
"Anyway, Fu Ranxiu did it."
Wen Qing didn't talk about the specific process, and Zhang Yang wisely stopped asking.
Zhang Yang thought for a while, and then said: "Today, I will find a chance to use the props with Fu Ranxiu."
Wen lightly responded.
There were a lot of students going to the teaching building in the morning, so the two deliberately took a long detour, taking a small path with no one there.
After walking a certain distance, Zhang Yang turned his head and saw Song Xuan was still following them, keeping a close distance.
Can follow them, but can't hear their conversation.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but asked curiously: "Is it because this kid listened to you so much because he used props yesterday?"
Wen shook his head lightly, thinking, he doesn't have such powerful props.
Zhang Yang was stunned: "Then what's going on?"
"What did you do after using the prop yesterday?"
Wen Qing said hesitantly: "Would it count if you beat him up?"
"Forget it, why don't you count it?"
Zhang Yang nodded, looked at Wen Qing's slender arms and legs, then turned his head to look at Song Xuan's tall figure.
He pondered for a while, then suddenly realized, and said, "I understand."
"He must have recognized you as his eldest brother."