After finishing speaking, Wen Qingzao was so hot that his palms felt a little hot.
It's too shameful to call yourself master or something.
Wen Qing didn't dare to look directly into Song Xuan's eyes, she looked away, and said with trembling eyelashes, "Wait another five minutes."
"If Jiang Yan doesn't come, we'll leave."
Song Xuan looked down at Wen Qing's hand.
It was different from before, this time it was Wen Qing who took the initiative to hold his hand, her white and tender fingers grasping the side of his hand, it was warm, soft and tender.
It was obviously an extremely ordinary simple touch, but Song Xuan's mouth was dry. He bent his fingers and held Wen Qing's hand instead.
Wait five minutes to hold hands.
he waits.
Song Xuan thought to himself that he could wait until Jiang Yan died.
Wen Qing didn't know what Song Xuan was thinking, but she was relieved to see him settle down.
He looked at the empty corridor and prayed that nothing happened to Jiang Yan.
The teaching building at this moment is extremely quiet, the leaves of the evergreen trees outside the building are rustling, and the vibration of anklets is one after another.
Wen Qing looked down at the frantically vibrating anklet, and asked Song Xuan: "Can this really not be removed?"
Song Xuan responded: "You must abide by the rules of the game."
Wen pursed his lips lightly. The vibration frequency of the ankle ring changed from a vibration frequency after a while to a current vibration every minute, which made his ankle numb.
Coupled with the custom-made fluff of the yellow hair, it has been scratching the skin, and there is an indescribable itchiness.
Wen Qing couldn't help but reached out and tugged on the anklet.
Song Xuan adjusted the tightness just right, he tugged at this end, and the other end was pressed against his skin tightly, making it itchy.
Wen Qing had no choice but to give up.
Noticing his movements, Song Xuan frowned slightly: "Is it too tight?"
Wen shook his head lightly and said softly, "No."
"It's a little itchy."
Song Xuan stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and looked down at his ankle.
He put his index finger on the ankle ring, pressed down gently, and glanced at the blocked skin.
There were some red marks on the fair skin, and the slightly convex ankle bone was the darkest, with red dots dotted around.
Song Xuan turned his fingers sideways, rubbed the red spot lightly with his fingertips: "Is it itchy?"
Wen hummed softly.
Song Xuan felt quite comfortable when he pressed his fingers...
"I should be allergic," Song Xuan frowned, and directly tore off the flannel that the yellow hair made, and asked again, "What about now?"
The ankle ring was icy and cool, and it was directly attached to the foot and vibrated, rubbing against the skin, which slightly relieved part of the itching.
Wen nodded lightly and thanked him in a low voice habitually.
Song Xuan put away the flannel, looked at the time, and said, "There is only one minute left."
Without wasting time, Wen Qing stood up and said, "Let's go."
The corridors of buildings 4 and 5 are on the side of the classroom, very close, and it takes half a minute to walk there.
The two had just walked to the corridor of Building 4 when Fu Ranxiu's indifferent voice sounded on the radio: "Now exclude Building 5 of the teaching building."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, he originally thought that the shrinking circle was like a chicken-eating game mode. The scope gradually narrowed from large to large, but Fu Ranxiu did not expect to exclude a teaching building directly.
While muttering in my heart, suddenly, the anklet vibrated violently and made a beeping sound. The sound was not too loud, but it was very obvious in the quiet teaching building.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Qing's right foot went numb, and she felt a weak electric current gushing out from the ankle ring.
Not a moment, but a continuous current.
Wen Qing's foot softened, almost falling.
One second before falling down, Song Xuan stretched out his arms to hug him, and quickly walked away from the five buildings: "It's too close."
Wen Qing hummed, and the electric current from the ankle ring became more and more intense.
It didn't hurt, but there was a strange numbness, and his voice was out of tune.
Wen Qing couldn't help but groaned, her feet were tense, her voice was trembling, and she said to Song Xuan: "Yes, there is electricity..."
His voice had a sticky nasal sound, Song Xuan paused, and looked down at the person in his arms.
Wen Qing curled up in his arms obediently, her eyes were slightly red, her lips were red and swollen, and she was panting slightly.
Song Xuan inevitably lost his mind and slowed down his pace.
Sensing Song Xuan's trance, Wen Qing quickly pushed him, urging him intermittently: "Hurry up, um...there's still electricity..."
After a few meters away from the five buildings, the ankle ring finally settled down.
Wen exhaled lightly, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, his hair was tightly clinging, his eyes were slightly moist, and his vision was a little blurred.
His upper body was hot and dry, and his right foot was numb and soft.
"No, no electricity..."
Song Xuan's throat moved slightly: "In the future, I will use the one that has no battery."
Wen Qing raised her eyes and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a conversation downstairs.
"I seem to hear voices."
"Is there anyone up there?"
"It seems to be, go and see."
...
Song Xuan frowned slightly, hugged Wen Qing, and walked upstairs quickly.
Wen Qing didn't struggle, his legs were still a little weak, he might not be able to walk as fast as Song Xuan by himself.
The movement from the corridor was slow, and the movements of the two people were not fast.
Song Xuan quickly shuttled between the classroom and the office, but none of the doors could be opened.
The sound of violent opening is too loud, and the toilet is the most important place to check.
Song Xuan had no choice but to continue walking upstairs.
"There seems to be no one there?"
"Did you hear me wrong?"
"Impossible, there may be someone, I'll go up and have a look."
"Okay, then go by yourself, I'm going to buy a bottle of water."
...
It was the voices of two girls, and only one girl was still chasing after them.
Wen Qing looked up at Song Xuan's profile.
He pursed his lips tightly, with a hint of hostility and worry lingering between his brows.
The anger is real, and so is the worry.
But obviously there is only one girl, what is Song Xuan worried about
Wen Qing pinched his palms, thinking, Song Xuan and Huang Mao, as former school bullies, were different from the other students in the class.
They get better.
Except for transfer students, they shouldn't be able to attack any ordinary students.
So only beat the students who have problems.
So Song Xuan could only run with himself when facing other people.
While he was in a daze, Song Xuan walked up to the Tiantai Gate.
Wen Qing was about to say that the door might be locked.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the roof door open.
Jiang Yan stood under the moonlight, leaning lazily against the door. He raised his eyebrows.
After hearing the sound of the corridor gradually approaching, Jiang Yan took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and signaled Song Xuan to hand him over.
Song Xuan's hands tightened.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan made a mouth shape and said silently: [Come up.]
With a sullen face, Song Xuan put Wen Qing into his arms.
Jiang Yan stepped back instantly and returned to the rooftop.
At the same time, Song Xuan grabbed the door handle and closed the door.
"Da da da-"
Hearing footsteps behind him, Song Xuan pushed the door open.
The wooden door shook heavily twice.
Fang Fang who just went upstairs looked at Song Xuan's figure, and was stunned for a moment: "Song, Brother Song... so it's you."
"I thought it was a transfer student."
Song Xuan didn't speak, but kicked the door hard again with a cold face.
The door still didn't open.
Fang Fang quickly said, "Brother Song, the rooftop doors are all locked."
Song Xuan answered indifferently, turned around, saw Fang Fang staring at him straightly, without any intention of leaving, and frowned.
In order not to make Fangfang suspicious, he had no choice but to go downstairs.
Seeing Song Xuan going downstairs, Fang Fang did not go up to try to open the roof door, but also went downstairs, and said to Song Xuan by the way: "Brother Huang said, that Xu Yuan is in the gymnasium."
Song Xuan raised his eyelids, looked at the closed rooftops, and said expressionlessly: "Got it."
the other side
Wen Qing listened to the movement outside the door with trepidation, looked helplessly at Jiang Yan who was hugging her, and said silently: [You can let me down.]
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen's slightly swollen lips.
He narrowed his eyes and asked, "My arms are not as comfortable as Song Xuan's arms?"
Wen Qing froze for a moment: "No..."
Jiang Yan said again: "Since it's comfortable, why don't you hug it?"
Wen Qing was a little dazed, unable to understand his logic, and stammered, "I was numb just now and Song Xuan just hugged me."
"It's okay now, and, and you're a girl..."
And how could a girl hug him!
Wen Qing struggled again.
Jiang Yan didn't force him this time, and slowly let go of his hand, staring at Wen Qing's extraordinarily rosy tongue.
He could almost imagine how Song Xuan's mad dog hooked the tip of Wen Qing's tongue and fucked him.
The corners of Jiang Yan's lips were hooked, but his expression was a bit cold.
Xu Yuan...
The rooftop was too dark, Wen Qing had just come from the light, and hadn't adapted to the darkness here, so she couldn't detect the change in Jiang Yan's expression.
He went to the door and listened to the movement for a while, and after making sure that there was no movement, he said softly to Jiang Yan: "I seem to understand the advanced task a little bit."
Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled, he restrained the coldness in his eyes, and smiled at him with curved lips: "Huh?"
Wen Qing whispered: "The poor students in class one should be different from Song Xuan."
"The top poor students need to vent their malice on the transfer students. School bullies like Song Xuan and Huang Mao should not be able to bully any ordinary students except transfer students and bad guys."
Jiang Yan lazily replied: "Only the world where transfer students get hurt has been achieved."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, a little puzzled: "Obviously Fu Ranxiu did this, but the props told me that he is a good man."
Jiang Yan chuckled: "Good man."
"Sacrifice a small number of people to preserve the interests of the vast majority."
"After all, Fu Ranxiu is a good and unselfish man."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Jiang Yan tilted his head and looked at him: "If you had to kill someone, would you choose to kill one good person or ten ordinary people?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly and said nothing.
Jiang Yan took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly exhaled the smoke ring: "That is to say, Fu Ranxiu has used some means to improve the grades of poor students, enable them to change themselves, and satisfy their own wishes and the school's goals. Purpose, on the other hand, if Song Xuan and the others want to have good grades, apart from bullying the transfer students, they can't bully other people."
"It made everyone's grades better, and made the school bullies stop."
Wen Qing understood a little bit.
There was no problem with their deduction, but the system still didn't prompt.
Seeing his doubts, Jiang Yan took a puff of cigarette and said slowly, "There are two more questions."
"How did Fu Ranxiu do it?"
"Aside from being malicious towards the transfer student, are there other conditions?"
Wen Qing blinked, recalling the commonality of everyone in the class, and quickly figured out the second question: "Do you need study time?"
"They are very serious when they are in class, they don't go off and race against time."
Jiang Yan shook off the soot with his fingertips and nodded: "Now there is only one question left."
"Fu Ranxiu is an ordinary person, how did he do all this?"
"This is a strange dungeon, but so far, we haven't encountered any ghosts, only people."