Wen Qing was startled, and turned his head to look at Zhang Yang: "Huh?"
Zhang Yang patted his chest and vowed, "This must be the case, otherwise what else could be the reason?"
Wen Qing stopped and looked back at Song Xuan who was not far away.
As soon as he stopped, Song Xuan also stopped.
Song Xuan stood under the tree, his sleeves rolled up casually, with a hint of impatience between his brows, he casually kicked the pebbles beside his feet.
In the next second, Song Xuan raised his eyelids and looked straight at him.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she felt that Song Xuan's expression moved slightly the moment he was watching her.
Wen Qing couldn't understand his changes, but he could see that the hostility in Song Xuan's eyebrows had obviously dissipated a lot.
He murmured in his heart, originally he just thought Song Xuan was crazy.
But now hearing what Zhang Yang said, Wen Qing began to have some doubts.
He asked Zhang Yang in a low voice, "Could he be afraid of me?"
That's why you are so obedient
Hearing this, Zhang Yang shook his head: "Definitely not."
"Why do you still follow you if you are afraid of you, and can't run far away?"
"This is obviously..." Zhang Yang looked back at Song Xuan, felt the fiery eyes in his eyes, and said firmly, "This must mean that he recognizes you as a big brother."
"I know."
Wen Qing looked at Zhang Yang's confident expression, and nodded suspiciously.
Soon, the two left the path and walked into the teaching building of the third year of high school.
As soon as he walked into the hall on the first floor, he heard someone shouting, "Brother Song."
Wen Qing glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and saw Huang Mao and others running towards Song Xuan, nodding and shouting:
"Good morning, Brother Song."
"Morning, Brother Song."
...
Song Xuan frowned, and said coldly, "What's the smell on your body?"
Huang Mao was taken aback, raised his hand and smelled it, and immediately said, "It smells like perfume."
"The most popular men's perfume now, what is it called? What is the cedar scent? It is said that it is the standard for the male protagonist of the novel."
Song Xuan glanced at him coldly: "Go away."
"it stink."
After finishing speaking, Song Xuan walked straight forward.
Huang Mao and the others stood in place, you smell me, I smell you, they walked away from Song Xuan for a long distance, very obedient.
Seeing this familiar scene, Wen Qing fell silent.
Does Song Xuan really recognize him as a big brother
Can't help beating up so much
Wen lightly flexed his fingers, thinking, wouldn't it just be a few slaps...
Walking up to the fourth floor with Zhang Yang, I saw Jiang Yan leaning on the railing, smoking again.
He squinted his eyes and looked a little sleepy, as if he was smoking a cigarette to refresh himself.
Seeing Wen Qing and Zhang Yang coming, he waved to them.
Wen Qing stepped forward, Jiang Yan exhaled a smoke ring, and said in a sleepy voice, "Xu Yuan and Chen Jing went to the bathroom together."
"Let's talk first."
"Last night in the female dormitory was Christmas Eve, nothing happened."
Wen said softly, "So do we."
Jiang Yan lazily responded, and said in a dragged tone: "I also used some props."
"It's useless for roommates," she said, and she paused. "To be precise, it's useless for students in class one, but it's fine for students in other classes."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, is it useless to a class of students
Zhang Yang wondered: "Why is it okay for Song Xuan?"
"Is there something wrong with this guy? It's really strange that he doesn't live in school alone."
Zhang Yang turned to look downstairs. Song Xuan was standing at the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, lazily leaning against the wall, lowering his head and taking out his mobile phone, playing with it openly.
Jiang Yan followed his gaze, squinted his eyes, and shouted casually, "Song Xuan."
After the words fell, Song Xuan raised his head and looked at Wen Qing.
Realizing that it wasn't Wen Qing who was calling him, he glanced at Zhang Yang and Jiang Yan at the side, and looked away expressionlessly.
Jiang Yan tapped the cigarette butt with his fingertips, shook off the ashes, took a breath with his eyes downcast, and said lazily, "It's useless."
"It's not Song Xuan's problem."
After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Wen Qing: "Maybe it's because our Wen Meng is more painful."
Wen Qing blushed, and quickly asked, "Could it be an item level problem?"
Jiang Yan shook his head: "No, all props will not work."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment.
Zhang Yang was a little confused, and asked Wen Qing in a low voice, "What happened at that time?"
then…
Wen Qing's cheeks became even redder, and she said vaguely, "I just used it when he wasn't paying attention."
"It shouldn't be because of this," Zhang Yang glanced down, and muttered in a low voice, "This guy was obviously not prepared just now."
"Wen Meng, think about what else there is."
Wen Qing thought about it, and there was only one special point of kissing.
Jiang Yan leaned against the railing, admiring Wen Qing's face turning red inch by inch, staining his ears red.
He exhaled smoke rings, extinguished the smoke, and said: "It's not related to the scene."
"It's about people."
Jiang Yan explained slowly: "The biggest difference between a class of students and other students is that they can improve their grades by bullying transfer students."
"It's some kind of unknown force, it's their malice towards us."
"If there is no accident, because they are malicious to us, we cannot use props on them."
Wen Qing stared at Jiang Yan blankly.
The analysis is very reasonable, but does this mean that Song Xuan has no malice towards him
He didn't ask his doubts, but Jiang Yan could see it.
Jiang Yan raised his hand to pinch Wen Qing's face, and said with a smile: "So we are warm and fierce, so people love you."
Song Xuan didn't disturb their chat, but would look up from time to time.
After seeing a woman lightly touching Wen, his face darkened, and he went upstairs.
Song Xuan looked at Jiang Yan, raised his chin, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes: "Hello."
"Where are you touching?"
Jiang Yan chuckled: "Can you control it?"
Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly clubbed Wen Qing's arm, and said in a low voice, "Take care of your little brother."
Wen Qing frowned and looked at Song Xuan: "Go back to the classroom."
"Don't bother us."
Song Xuan smirked: "She touched your face."
Wen Qing: "...don't worry about it."
"You go back to the classroom."
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's expression, and after a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his face, he scratched his eyes at Jiang Yan, turned his head and walked towards the classroom.
Huang Mao and the others happened to encounter this scene when they went upstairs.
Several people looked at Wen Qing, then at Song Xuan's back, whispered a few words of national essence, and hurriedly followed.
Huang Mao rushed to Song Xuan's side with a stride, and asked stammeringly, "Song, Brother Song, what's going on?"
Song Xuan glanced at him, and said lightly, "Go back to the classroom."
"No," Huang Mao said quickly, "what are you doing back in the classroom?"
"Why do you listen to that transfer student so much?"
Song Xuan kicked him, and asked back: "What the hell can I do when I go back to the classroom?"
Huang Mao staggered from being kicked, and said tentatively, "Sleep?"
"Are you sleepy?"
Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
"Leave far away."
...
On the other side, Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "Song Xuan is really a loyal little brother."
"Swear to the death to defend big brother's chastity."
Wen was silent.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, watching Song Xuan obediently walked back to the classroom, and raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"
Zhang Yang immediately explained: "It was Wen Meng who beat Song Xuan after he finished using the props."
"Doesn't that make him the eldest brother?"
"Brother?" Jiang Yan chuckled, looking at Wen Qing's lips thoughtfully, "He doesn't look like someone who can be honest after a beating."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang looked at Wen Qing in surprise: "I didn't expect you to look thin and weak, and you beat people pretty hard, one beat is worth more than one beat."
Jiang Yan: "..."
Wen Qing: "..."
After chatting for a while, Xu Yuan and Chen Jing came back.
Share information and ideas with each other.
"Now it is confirmed that Fu Ranxiu is the manipulator. What's the next step?"
Zhang Yang suggested: "Anyone who has props should find a chance to use them."
"If Jiang Yan's analysis just now is correct, we can find out who he is not malicious to, and then think of a way."
"OK."
"good."
After discussing for more than ten minutes, the five of them walked to the classroom before the morning self-study started.
Wen Qing and Jiang Yan were at the end of the line.
As soon as he walked to the door of the classroom, Jiang Yan noticed that Song Xuan looked over and looked straight at Wen Qing.
He squinted his eyes and grabbed Wen Qing.
Jiang Yan leaned into Wen Qing's ear and said with a smile, "Wen Meng."
His breath spewed in his ears, and there were bursts of itching.
Wen Qing turned her head to avoid Jiang Yan's breathing, her cheeks were slightly red, and she asked, "What?"
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, stared at his opening and closing lips, and said slowly: "I also want to be your little brother."
Wen Qing looked blank, not knowing what Jiang Yan meant: "What little brother?"
Jiang Yan blinked, and said, "I want to be your little brother just like Song Xuan."
Wen Qing: "...you are a girl."
Jiang Yan murmured, "Then I'll be your little sister."
Wen Qing: "..."
What is this mess
He couldn't help asking, "Why did you suddenly talk about this?"
Jiang Yan gently hooked his hair with his fingertips, and smiled: "The price of becoming a younger brother is too attractive."
"I want too."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Qing heard Song Xuan's voice from the side: "Hello."
Song Xuan took two steps forward, inserted between Jiang Yan and Wen Qing, separated them, and said with a gloomy face:
"Wen Meng likes men."
Song Xuan looked Jiang Yan up and down, sneered, and added: "A man like me."
Wen Qing: "???"
Jiang Yan raised his red lips, looked at Song Xuan with a smile, and said draggingly: "What a coincidence, I like men too."
"Wen Meng and I are a natural match."
Wen Qing: "???"