Wen Qing stared blankly at Jiang Yan, saw his gaze on her lips, and reacted slowly.
Jiang Yan should have seen that he had been kissed.
So I put on lip balm, so I said these things.
Wen Qing's cheeks turned red, he opened his mouth subconsciously, and wanted to speak, but the tip of his tongue accidentally touched Jiang Yan's finger.
Wen Qing's face turned even redder, and she turned sideways quickly, avoiding Jiang Yan's hand, and stammered an apology: "Yes, I'm sorry..."
Jiang Yan lowered his head, looked at his wet and hot fingertips, and paused for breath.
It seemed that the tactile feeling just now remained on his finger, and he couldn't help but began to imagine the feeling of actually kissing.
Jiang Yan raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Qing's lips.
The ointment had already turned into water, covering his lips with a thin layer, full of water, and the lips seemed to be protected, but also like water stains after being kissed.
Probably because she wasn't used to lipstick, Wen lightly pursed her lips, the corners of her lips also had a faint luster, which was inexplicably astringent.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, bent his fingertips, and said to Wen Qing, "This is a prop."
"It can heal trauma."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, his lips and teeth were filled with the scent of fruit, he resisted the urge to lick his lips, and responded with a low voice.
He thought to himself, no wonder it feels cool and comfortable.
Seeing that he believed it, Jiang Yan smiled lightly and said, "Let it absorb itself more slowly, and there is a faster way."
Wen Qing had no doubts, and asked curiously: "What method?"
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Find someone to kiss."
Wen Qing was stunned for a while, but still did not doubt Jiang Yan's words.
With the pissing nature of his own props, let alone a kiss, even if he did, he would not doubt it.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and said slowly, "I'm fine, just wait until I absorb it."
He asked with a serious face, Jiang Yan couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed softly.
Seeing this, Wen Qing belatedly asked: "Are you lying to me?"
"That's right." Jiang Yan's brows were crooked with a smile, and his hands were lazily resting on the flower bed.
He leaned back, tiptoe dangling, and said bluntly, "Would you like to kiss me?"
"I'm tired of kissing men all the time."
"You can kiss girls to relieve your boredom."
Wen Qing: "... No, no need."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "I'm good at kissing."
"The mouth is fragrant and sweet."
"..."
Wen Qing: "That's not necessary."
Jiang Yan: "I still have 36D."
"You can kiss and touch."
Wen Qing: "..."
He doesn't want to talk anymore.
Wen Qing wanted to leave, but when she touched the phone in her pocket, she stopped and turned to look at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan looked at him with a smile: "Have you changed your mind?"
"No," Wen Qing took out the mobile phone in her pocket and put it under Jiang Yan's eyes, "I stole Song Xuan's mobile phone."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "And then?"
Wen Qing asked slowly: "Do you want to use it?"
Jiang Yan laughed: "No need."
He asked back, "You want to call?"
Wen Qing was stunned, she didn't expect Jiang Yan to guess all of this.
Jiang Yan said lazily: "This is not our real world, so don't expect too much."
"Go, I'll give you a lookout."
Wen Qing didn't explain that he didn't want to call someone in the real world, thanked him, walked to another corner, and searched for the phone number of the branch where Xing Xuan was located according to the address.
Wen Qing took a deep breath nervously and dialed the phone.
"Beep-beep-"
Soon, the phone was connected, and there was a sweet female voice on the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is..."
Before the other party could finish speaking, Wen Qing asked anxiously: "Hi, may I ask if there is a policeman named Xing Ze in your place?"
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Wen Qing to ask this question.
"Punishment?"
Wen Qing responded, and said: "Punishment is the punishment of punishment, and choice is the choice of choice."
"Sorry sir, I can't provide you with information about the police, please don't interfere with official duties."
Wen Qing didn't expect such an answer, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, pay attention next time."
The policewoman on the other end hung up the phone, turned to her colleague and asked, "Do we have a policeman named Xing Ze here?"
"Someone actually called to find someone."
"No way," the colleague shook his head, and after catching a glimpse of the man walking towards them from the corner of his eye, he patted the policewoman's shoulder vigorously, "Squad!"
"The criminal team is called Xing Ze!"
"It's just that he was promoted three years ago, so he doesn't work here anymore."
Hearing the long-lost address, the man stopped and looked at them.
The policewoman hurriedly told the truth: "A boy called you just now."
Xing Ze raised his eyes: "Who?"
The policewoman shook her head: "I don't know, it's a boy with a young voice."
"The number is 182XXXXXXXX."
...
the other side
When Wen Qing and Jiang Yan returned to the classroom, half of the self-study had already passed.
Almost all the students are studying hard, except Player and Song Xuan.
Song Xuan swayed the chair loosely, his eyes swept down from Wen Qing's hair inch by inch, and looked carefully.
Waiting for the temperature to take a seat lightly, and then leaned closer to smell the scent.
Almost no perfume smell.
Song Xuan reluctantly snorted, and casually opened the textbook.
Song Xuan didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and Wen Qing ignored him, staring at the back of Fu Ranxiu's head, his mind was full of the game of hide-and-seek.
Fu Ranxiu is a kind-hearted person, why organize this kind of game
The reason why the grades of a class of students improved is because they bullied the transfer students. There is nothing wrong with that, but the system has not given progress notifications for a long time. What is missing
While thinking wildly, Wen Qing looked at the students in class one.
Compared with the previous few days, today their expressions are extremely excited, and their reading voices seem to be much louder.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, his nerves gradually tensed.
From morning to night, nothing happens.
At half past five in the afternoon, the school bell rang.
The entire teaching building boiled instantly, shaking slightly like an earthquake, screams, tables and chairs rubbing, and laughter resounded throughout the building.
A group of students sat on their seats, chatting happily: "The money will be distributed after the mock exam next week."
"I have a set of books that I really want to buy."
"I still owe brother Huang milk."
"The bonus this time is much higher than last year, and I must take it."
...
The students in the second class next door rushed out of the classroom, and when passing by the first class, they smiled and greeted the students sitting at the door.
None of the students left the classroom, and the players didn't dare to move. Everyone sat in their seats and watched the time tick by.
When the teaching building quieted down, Fu Ranxiu got up and walked onto the podium.
He said indifferently: "Hide-and-seek time on weekends, from ten o'clock on Friday night to ten o'clock on Sunday night."
Wen Qing pinched her palm nervously.
"During this period, everyone is prohibited from leaving the school. If you leave, you will be responsible for the consequences."
Wen lightly held his breath, which was a warning to the players.
"The school occupies too much area, and every four hours, the broadcast will notify to reduce the scope of the game."
"The transfer student is responsible for hiding, and the others are responsible." Fu Ranxiu paused, rolled his eyelids, and said lightly, "Once the transfer student is found, maybe nothing will happen, maybe everything will happen."
Wen Qing was already mentally prepared, but when she heard Fu Ranxiu's cold words, her face turned pale.
The students on the same floor hadn't finished walking, a few scattered students passed by, looked inside curiously, caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu talking, and started talking curiously:
"Are they preparing for mock exams?"
"No, it seems to be playing a game."
"Isn't Class 1 going to play every weekend? It's a combination of work and rest."
"As expected of a scholar."
...
Fu Ranxiu glanced at the students passing by, and said to everyone: "Be sure to abide by the rules of the game, I wish you a happy game."
After the words fell, a group of students were very excited:
"I will be the first to find it this time."
"Fangfang, let's form a team, I feel that Xu Yuan is quite weak."
"Hahaha, okay, Xu Yuan has fair skin, so it's easy to get marks."
"Wang Feng, where's your roommate?"
…
They don't shy away from players and speak freely.
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, her eyelashes trembled, and felt that many people's eyes were on her.
After all, he also looks weak.
Fu Ranxiu said lightly: "There are still four hours."
"You can start preparing in advance."
In the next second, the students in Class 1 suddenly stood up.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, and then saw Zhang Yang being held down by four or five people including Wang Feng.
Zhang Yang wanted to struggle, but there were too many people, and he couldn't move at all. Soon there was a black anklet on his foot.
Then came Xu Yuan and Chen Jing.
Because Wen Qing had mentioned about the ankle ring, and Zhang Yang was the first to wear it, they were not overly surprised, but their expressions were a little frightened because they were pushed down by so many people.
A group of students looked at their panicked expressions and looked happy. They didn't do anything else, as if they knew that even if they didn't do anything, they would be afraid.
Only Jiang Yan looked as usual, shaking his feet, and said to the girl who was wearing an anklet, "It's too tight, loosen it."
"It's too loose, make it a little tighter."
"Will you?"
"I won't change someone else, little sister."
Wen Qing was watching, and the next second, Song Xuan blocked his sight, still holding the furry anklet in his hand.
Song Xuan sat on the empty chair beside him, bent down and grabbed his ankle, and put Wen Qing's foot on his lap.
His hands were big and hot, and there was an indescribable feeling covering his ankles.
Wen Qing couldn't help shrinking her feet, and said to Song Xuan, "I can do it myself."
Song Xuan put on the anklet for him and adjusted the tightness.
He raised his eyelids, and stared straight at Wen Qing with his long and narrow eyes: "I will be the first to find you."