Wen raised his head slightly, looked at Song Xuan, then at Jiang Yan.
Song Xuan and Jiang Yan were about the same height, one had stern features and eyes full of hostility, while the other had crooked eyebrows and a hidden knife in his smile.
In a trance, Wen Qing remembered the scene when Ye Ye and Sikong said something and I said it when they were in the zoo.
He was silent for a moment, ignored the two people, turned his head and walked into the classroom.
As soon as the protagonist left, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan paused.
Song Xuan said to Jiang Yan in a cold voice: "Transfer student, be careful."
Jiang Yan smiled lightly: "I will take care of us Wen Meng carefully."
Song Xuan snorted: "You are taking care of him by staying away from him."
He looked at Jiang Yan with no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at something dead.
After speaking, Song Xuan turned and walked into the classroom.
Jiang Yan looked at his back and narrowed his eyes.
This copy is quite troublesome.
...
Not long after Wen Qing sat down, she heard the rubbing sound of the chair legs against the ground behind her, and Song Xuan sat down.
He glanced at Jiang Yan from the corner of his eye, and returned to his seat.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head to eat the bread, and couldn't help muttering to 001 in his heart: [Why do they all like bickering so much?]
He thought to himself, Jiang Yan and Zhang Yang didn't bicker.
Song Xuan quarreled with Fu Ranxiu first, then Jiang Yan, and his tone was not good when chatting with Huang Mao, it should be a personality problem.
And Ye Ye...
Wen took a sip of the milk, and heard 001 ask: [Don't you feel it?]
Wen Qing was puzzled: [What does it feel like?]
How should he feel
[They...] 001's voice stopped, and after a moment of silence, he said lightly, [They are childish.]
Wen Qing clearly heard 001's pause, and he asked in bewilderment: [Why did you stop in the middle of speaking?]
001 remained unchanged: [Search for suitable words.]
For a very reasonable reason, Wen Qing continued to eat the bread without any doubt.
Suddenly, he felt someone kicking his foot.
It wasn't a kick either, and he lightly touched his heel.
Wen gently lowered his head, saw Song Xuan's feet, and stretched directly under his chair, kicking him lightly from time to time.
He was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan lazily leaned on the back of the chair, and swayed the chair casually. When the chair shook, he tapped his toes gently.
What didn't change was his eyes, looking straight at Wen Qing, as if waiting for Wen Qing to look back at him and say something.
Wen Qing looked at him and felt that he was like a primary school student deliberately attracting others' attention.
It's a bit similar to Yono.
But worse than Ye Ye.
Wen Qing couldn't help but said, "Don't kick me."
Song Xuan: "No kick."
Wen Qing: "???"
Song Xuan said lightly, "I'm touching you with my feet."
Wen Qing: "..."
Seeing his displeasure, Song Xuan stopped shaking the chair, leaned forward, raised his hand and knocked on the table: "You touched Fu Ranxiu."
The implication is that if you don't touch me, I will touch you.
Wen Qing was even more speechless, this crazy primary school student!
He suddenly felt that Zhang Yang's analysis was a bit wrong, would the little brother want to be touched by the big brother
Wen gently squeezed the bread in his hand: "You interfere with my breakfast."
Song Xuan glanced at the bread: "Then I'll wait for you to finish eating."
Wen Qing: "..."
He turned around and sat down, pulled the chair forward, and continued to eat breakfast.
In the next second, Song Xuan's feet came over again.
It's just that he didn't kick this time, but just pressed against his shoes quietly.
Even if he sat at the empty table next to him, Song Xuan could sit behind him, so Wen Qing had to compromise.
He lowered his eyes to eat breakfast, and soon, the morning reading bell rang.
The teaching building sounded like a pot exploded, and there was a loud and clear sound of reading in an instant.
Wen Qing glanced around, but still no one touched the fish.
Everyone is very serious.
Wen Qing blinked, took out a pen and paper, and analyzed while taking notes.
1. Everything is done by Fu Ranxiu.
2. Students in Class 1 will get better grades if they bully transfer students.
3. Song Xuan and others no longer bully ordinary classmates.
Looking at the second and third points, Wen Qing's pen tip stopped.
The students in class one were recruited by the school in order to restore the reputation. They were poor students with excellent grades and good students.
Generally speaking, this type of students are too busy studying and have nothing to do with school violence.
If there is a relationship, it is also a victim.
But now they are the perpetrators.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she glanced at Huang Mao and the other younger brothers.
They are studying at the moment, and they are extraordinarily loose compared to the others, like little hooligans who are barely perfunctory.
Stop bullying ordinary classmates...
Maybe a good thing for the rest of the school...
But they still participated in school violence within the class and were rewarded.
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, looking at Fu Ranxiu's tall and straight back.
Feel the strong malice again.
Fu Ranxiu didn't show any special affection for him, he was a human being.
This is another strange copy...
Was it Fu Ranxiu who came up with this "good" solution? Or the mysterious force behind him
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, if this is a god-level dungeon, he would think it has something to do with Ji Yu.
But it happened to be a strange copy.
Could it be related to Ji Yu's believers
...
Wen Qing thought about it all morning, but she had no thoughts, nor did she find a chance to be alone with Fu Ranxiu.
All day on Thursday, the class was calm and there were no students bullying the players.
Wen Qing's nerves gradually began to tense, and it always felt like the calm before the storm.
The only good thing is that Song Xuan returned to normal after returning to the classroom, and he didn't follow him as a follower anymore, and he didn't disappear when he was having dinner.
After dinner, the players decided to observe a night of self-study.
Wen Qing went back to the dormitory to take a shower, and then went to the classroom with Zhang Yang.
The two walked up to the fourth floor and saw Xu Yuan and Chen Jing standing in the corridor from a distance, looking around.
Wen Qing walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Yuan's complexion was not very good, and she said in a low voice, "Jiang Yan hasn't come back yet."
Wen lightly froze.
Xu Yuan said truthfully: "When we walked into the teaching building, we saw the monitor, and she said to find the monitor to use the props, but now the monitor has been back for a while, and she hasn't come back yet."
"Chen Jing and I went up another staircase."
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at the classroom, Fu Ranxiu was sitting on the seat, reading with his head down.
He didn't think anything would happen to Jiang Yan, but now seeing Xu Yuan and Chen Jing's worried faces, he was a little uncertain.
Wen Qing comforted: "Jiang Yan may have found something downstairs."
He suggested: "Let's search each floor one by one. She should not leave the teaching building."
Several people nodded, those who went downstairs went downstairs, and those who went upstairs went upstairs.
Wen Qing walked to the third floor and looked at one classroom after another. The lights in some classrooms were turned on, and there were still a few students studying inside, so it was clear whether Jiang Yan was there or not.
When passing by the men's toilet, there was a faint movement inside.
Wen Qing paused, thinking, Jiang Yan wouldn't be locked in the men's toilet, right
He hurried in, just in time to see Jiang Yan open the compartment door and come out intact.
Seeing Wen Qing standing outside the door, he paused.
Wen Qing stared blankly at Jiang Yan: "Are you okay?"
Jiang Yan nodded and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Are you so worried about something happening to me?"
Wen Qing didn't answer his question, but glanced at the compartment door, there was nothing blocking it, Jiang Yan didn't seem to be locked.
He asked puzzledly, "Why are you in the men's room?"
Jiang Yan smiled, and said nonchalantly, "Go to the toilet like a man."
Wen Qing: "..."
Jiang Yan blinked: "Don't you like men?"
Wen Qing: "..."
"Don't pay attention to Song Xuan."
He said helplessly, "Go upstairs quickly, Xu Yuan and the others thought something happened to you."
Jiang Yan responded and walked out of the men's room.
He said: "By the way, it is also invalid for Fu Ranxiu's props."
Wen Wei frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "I'll try it out when I get a chance."
Jiang Yan glanced at him and reminded: "Be careful when you try."
Wen nodded lightly, thinking that Fu Ranxiu wouldn't notice anything abnormal with the victim halo.
Seeing what he was thinking, Jiang Yan said again: "Not only be careful of Fu Ranxiu, but also be careful of other players."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Jiang Yan said slowly: "Every man is innocent, but he is guilty."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and said slowly, "It's not a powerful prop either."
Jiang Yan chuckled: "More players don't have props."
The two walked up to the fourth floor, and a student rushed over and ran into Jiang Yan. He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, I have something to do at home, I'm leaving first."
As he spoke, he hurried down the stairs.
Jiang Yan was fine, but Wen Qing was staggered by Jiang Yan and almost fell, but fortunately Jiang Yan hugged his waist in time.
Jiang Yan touched his waist and couldn't help pinching him.
Wen Qing hurriedly broke away his hand.
Jiang Yan blinked: "Wen Meng, your waist is so thin."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she lifted her foot to move forward.
In the next second, he felt that the collar was being pulled.
He looked down and saw that Jiang Yan's hair was wrapped around the button of his shirt.
Wen Qing quickly stopped, bowed her head in understanding.
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, looking at the black hair wrapped around Wen Qing's fingertips.
He tilted his head, resting his head lazily on Wen Qing's shoulder: "Hurry up."
Jiang Yan deliberately spoke to Wen Qing's neck.
Warm breaths blew across the neck, Wen Qing blushed: "Don't blow on me."
"I didn't," Jiang Yan sighed again, "I'm just breathing normally."
Wen Qing's neck was numb and itchy, and his cheeks were getting redder and redder.
Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor at this time, Zhang Yang and the others did not come back, and no one noticed their ambiguous actions
Wen Qing tried to untie it several times, but she couldn't untie the hair.
He couldn't help saying to Jiang Yan: "That...how about cutting it?"
"No," Jiang Yan vetoed, and said casually, "I really like this top of hair."
Wen Qing's face was hot, and it was a little strange to hear Jiang Yan's words.
Before he could figure it out, he saw that Jiang Yan raised his hand to touch his hair, and in the blink of an eye, he took off the whole head of hair.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the hairnet on Jiang Yan's head, then at the long curly hair in his hand.
Fake, wig
Jiang Yan tore off the hairnet casually, revealing his short hair.
He flicked his hair randomly, lowered his head and untied the wig wrapped around Wen Qing's buttons.
Wen Qing stared blankly at Jiang Yan.
I don't know if it's because of the short hair, but he feels that the gorgeous makeup on Jiang Yan's face is inexplicably heroic.
Jiang Yan's whole aura has changed.
Kind of... man
Sensing Wen Qing's gaze, Jiang Yan raised his red lips, raised his eyelids, and asked with a half-smile, "So you like short hair?"
Wen Qing recovered, and stammered, "No, it's not..."
Jiang Yan chuckled, leaned in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Does this look more like a man?"
"Does it look like what you like..." He deliberately dragged out his tone, and said slowly, "A man?"
Wen Qing silently pushed his face away: "I'm going back to the classroom."
"I also look like a man in other ways." Jiang Yan took out a cigarette and a lighter, raised his eyebrows with a cigarette in his mouth, "Do you want to take a look?"
Wen Qing didn't know what he was referring to, but her intuition told him that it was not a good thing.
"… don't want!"
Jiang Yan lit the cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "You will like it very much."
Wen Qing turned her head and left, thinking, he would like a fart!
The breeze blew by, but didn't take the heat off his face.
Wen briskly walked into the men's room, lowered his head and washed his face.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
A furry head was suddenly buried in his neck, and he sniffed.
Wen Qing opened her eyes suddenly, only to see Song Xuan in the mirror looking at him heavily: "You have the smell of that woman on you."
Wen Qing: "Are you a dog?!"