Something is sure to happen over the weekend.
Fu Ranxiu is asking the players and everyone to prepare in advance.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she clenched her palms tightly.
"Dinglingling—" the bell rang at the end of evening self-study.
Everyone left the classroom in a swarm, laughing and laughing, their voices were much higher than usual, and they looked extremely excited.
Compared with holidays, things on the weekend make them look forward to it more.
Fu Ranxiu on the podium tidied up the test papers, turned and left the classroom.
Wen Qing sat on the seat for a long time, waited for everyone to leave and only a few players were left in the classroom, then slowly stood up and walked towards the others.
Zhang Yang kicked the chair at the same table, and cursed: "Damn, they must be making trouble this weekend."
Wen nodded slightly.
Xu Yuan and Chen Jing's faces turned pale, and they couldn't help but ask, "What should we do?"
Zhang Yang scratched his hair irritably: "The props can't be used, and I don't know what will happen."
"Damn it, why don't we just arrest any aborigine for questioning."
Jiang Yan yawned and said lazily, "Except for Fu Ranxiu, everyone else is in groups, and no one has ever been alone."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, he didn't observe so carefully, but now that Jiang Yan said it, it was indeed the case in his recollection.
Zhang Yang looked at the two girls, then at Wen Qing's slender arms and legs, then turned his head and asked Jiang Yan, "Can the two of us deal with one?"
Jiang Yan chuckled: "It's possible, but some things can't be solved by brute force."
"Even if they want to say it, can they really say it?"
Zhang Yang's expression changed.
Jiang Yan glanced around at the expressions of several people, turned around and said, "Instead of thinking about it now, it's better to prepare something that will be used at that time."
"I went to the supermarket."
No clue at the moment, guesswork is useless, just a waste of time.
Wen Qingbian also went to the supermarket.
It’s a holiday on Friday, and there are very few supermarkets on Thursday night, only a few students are buying supper, and only one aunt is in charge of the cash register.
Wen Qing bought some portable things like biscuits and chocolates, and went around the supermarket a lot, but couldn't find any medicines like bandages or Yunnan Baiyao.
He walked to the cashier and asked the aunt who was eating sunflower seeds: "Auntie, is there no medicine in the supermarket?"
The aunt wondered: "Is it a Band-Aid?"
Wen shook his head lightly: "No, other common trauma medicines."
The aunt was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then you have to go to the infirmary to buy it, we don't sell it here."
Wen Qing responded, and was about to say something, when a strong smell of perfume suddenly wafted from behind him.
It's Jiang Yan's perfume.
The next second, there was an extra hand on Wen Qing's shoulder, and Jiang Yan's smiling voice sounded in his ear: "Wen Meng, I saw it."
"What did you see?" Wen Qing tilted his head and asked.
Jiang Yan didn't answer, and directly pulled him to a shelf not far away, raised his jaw slightly, and motioned him to look in the direction of the cashier.
Wen Qing raised her eyes and saw Wang Feng and three or four other students walking into the supermarket.
They gathered around the aunt at the cash register and said with a smile: "Auntie, we are here."
"Auntie, have you brought anything?"
"Bring it, bring it," the auntie took out a roll of newspaper, put it on the table, and told them, "Be careful, don't cut the fruit into your hands."
"Know it."
"Don't worry, auntie, I'm a knife thief."
"I have been helping my mother cook at home."
...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she looked carefully at the roll of newspapers, where a few black knife handles could be vaguely seen.
Is it a knife
Wang Feng stuffed the ball of newspaper into his schoolbag, smiled and asked the cashier aunt, "Auntie, we will return it to you after we wash it on Monday."
The cashier aunt nodded and said helplessly, "It's the weekend, why don't you go home and have a good rest."
Another male classmate smiled and said, "Shouldn't you study hard?"
"The college entrance examination will be in a few months."
Hearing this, the cashier aunt waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, you guys go back to the dormitory to rest."
"Okay, thank you Auntie."
"Thank you, auntie. Goodbye, auntie."
"See you Monday, Auntie."
...
When they were no longer visible, Wen Qing asked Jiang Yan in a low voice, "Are those knives?"
Jiang Yan lazily replied, "This is not sold in supermarkets."
"These people are quite popular, and this aunt is willing to help them."
Wen frowned slightly, and walked to the cashier: "Auntie, check out."
After finishing speaking, he asked casually: "Auntie, are there any classes at school on weekends?"
The aunt nodded while scanning the code: "Yes, don't you know?"
"Grade 3 and Class 1."
"In the third year of high school, the time is tight, and the Education Bureau does not allow make-up classes, so the school allows them to study by themselves at school."
Saying that, the aunt looked at Wen Qing suspiciously: "Why do you ask this?"
Jiang Yan stepped forward and looked at Wen Qing with a smile: "I'm also very curious, why did you suddenly ask this?"
Wen Qing quietly glared at Jiang Yan, turned her head and said to her aunt: "Well... I, I am in the first year of high school. I heard that the third year of high school does not have holidays on weekends."
Auntie took a look at Wen Qing's face, Wen Qing's skin was fair, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, tender and small.
Auntie didn't suspect that Wen Qing was lying, and said with a smile: "In the whole third year of high school, there is only one class staying in school, and the other classes are still on vacation normally."
Wen Qing asked curiously: "Why?"
The aunt shook her head: "Then how would I know, I only heard that the students in class one have the best grades, and it's normal to spend more time studying."
Wen Qing asked hesitantly, "Will the teachers be there that weekend?"
"Of course not," the auntie signaled Wen Qing to pay by swiping the card, and said while bagging his purchases, "The whole school is on holiday and the cafeteria will not be open. Oh no, the security guards at the front and back doors are still there."
"However, even if the security guards are not there, the top students in the class will not leave the school. I only heard of a few restless transfer students wanting to run out of the school."
Transfer Students
Wen Wei was slightly taken aback, and quickly asked, "And then?"
"Then?" The cashier aunt looked at Wen Qing strangely, "I was sent back to the classroom, or was brought back to the classroom by the monitor."
"I am not sure as well."
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly. In this school, the cashier aunt and the security guards would definitely believe the words of a class of students, not a few players.
those knives...
Their excited faces...
Wen Qing's face turned pale slightly, she might want to kill someone, right
The aunt handed him the bag, seeing that Wen Qing's face was not right, she frowned when she remembered the medicine he asked just now, and asked with concern: "Student, are you sick?"
Wen gently twitched the corner of his mouth: "No."
Jiang Yan laughed softly, and said to his aunt with crooked eyebrows, "I told him a ghost story just now, and he got scared."
Auntie glanced at Wen Qing, and said helplessly, "You students just like to talk about nagging things at night, and then scare yourself."
Jiang Yan nodded and asked with a smile, "Auntie, so did any transfer students really die?"
The aunt thought they were talking about ghost stories about transfer students, she shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it."
"I've seen some transfer students get expelled before. It seems that they ran out of school on weekends, and then they were expelled."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, they would die if they were expelled from school.
"Thank you, Auntie." Jiang Yan took what was in Auntie's hand, hooked Wen Qing's shoulders and walked out.
Walking out of the supermarket, Wen Qing was still thinking about what her aunt said.
They cannot leave the school, they can only stay in the school.
There are no teachers in the school on weekends, and even if there are, they are biased towards a class of students.
School on weekends is a playground for Class One.
Wen gently pinched his palms and looked down at his toes.
Wang Feng and the others can borrow knives, what other people, rich and powerful students like Song Xuan and Huang Mao, will come up with
Thinking about it, Wen Qing's face turned paler. Although his stamina has improved a lot now, his running speed is not so fast.
Jiang Yan glanced at Wen Qing, seeing that he was scaring himself, he smiled lightly and said, "Didn't Auntie say that she hadn't heard of the accident?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and said rationally: "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean nothing happened."
"They have been so quiet these two days, they should be waiting for the weekend."
The next second, a big hand pressed on his head and rubbed it.
Jiang Yan's lazy voice sounded: "It must be safe tonight, sleep well and recharge your batteries."
Wen replied softly, thinking to himself that he was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Jiang Yan saw what he was thinking, wrapped his fingertips around his soft hair, put it close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "If you can't sleep, we can do some happy things."
"Helps sleep."
Wen Qing's ears numb, and her cheeks turned red instantly: "I can sleep!"
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "We can do it while we're asleep—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Qing snatched the bag from Jiang Yan's hand and ran quickly to the dormitory.
Back in the dormitory, Song Xuan sat on the chair, crossed his legs, swayed lazily, and played with his mobile phone.
Hearing the movement at the door, Song Xuan threw the phone aside and stared straight at Wen Qing.
Wen gently put down the food and water, looked at the bathroom, there was a faint sound of water, Fu Ranxiu should take a bath in it.
Turning around, Song Xuan was still staring at him.
There was no anger or strange expression, just looking at him calmly, like a large dog squatting aside looking at its owner.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, sat on her chair, and asked Song Xuan tentatively: "I heard that you were a school bully in junior high?"
Song Xuan responded, and explained: "It's not a school bully, it's just that he has a bad temper."
"Who told you that?"
Wen Qing didn't answer, and continued to ask: "Why did you just..."
He thought for a while before he found a suitable word: "Just restrained?"
Wen Qing knew it was because of Fu Ranxiu, but he wanted to hear what Song Xuan would say.
Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, and Danfeng raised his eyes slightly: "Those pediatric things are very boring."
Wen Qing understands, the pranks of Fang Fang and others, and Wang Feng's caring about people are all pediatrics in Song Xuan's view, maybe he got tired of playing in junior high school.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she looked into Song Xuan's eyes.
Song Xuan's eyes were narrow and long, and his pupils were pitch-black, and a trace of excitement could be vaguely seen in his eyes.
Wen Qing's heart tightened, it seemed that Song Xuan was also looking forward to the weekend.
Before he asked aloud, Song Xuan said straight to the point: "Want to know about the weekend?"
Wen Qing nodded hesitantly.
Song Xuan got up, walked in front of him, put his hands on the back of Wen Qing's chair, and trapped him on the chair.
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's eyebrows and lips, and said two words: "Reward."
Wen Qing fell silent, thinking, Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu really lived in the same dormitory.
One is rewarded and the other is paid.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes, the tip of his nose lingered with a faint sweet fragrance, and his lips and teeth were filled with a gentle smell, making him both thirsty and hungry.
His throat moved slightly, and he leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, his lips rubbed against the rosy earlobe, and his voice was hoarse: "The dog will be obedient when it is fed."