"Exclude Building No. 3 of the teaching building."
Fu Ranxiu's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.
Wen Qing was still dreaming. In the dream, the voice of the dean's mother suddenly changed to Fu Ranxiu's voice, which made him open his eyes suddenly.
"Exclude Building No. 3 of the teaching building." Fu Ranxiu's voice sounded again on the radio.
Wen Qing stared blankly at the white ceiling, her mind gradually turning.
He's still in the copy.
Still in the dungeon game.
Thinking about it, Wen Qing quickly sat up and looked at the time.
It's six o'clock in the morning.
He slept for three hours? !
Wen Qing turned her head to look at Jiang Yan and Song Xuan who were beside her: "Didn't you call me?"
Jiang Yan winked at him, bent his lips and said with a smile: "We are not sleepy."
"You sleep a little longer, this building will be safe for at least four hours."
Wen gently rubbed his eyes, got up and said, "You guys go to rest."
"In case someone finds it later..."
Jiang Yan bent his lips, walked in front of him, held his shoulders, and pushed Wen Qing back on the folding bed: "Impossible."
"It's only six o'clock, since they are playing games, they should still be sleeping."
"Just shrinking the circle, whether they are looking for someone or not, the transfer students are either running or worried about being discovered."
"It's estimated to be eight or nine o'clock, and I feel that we are too tired to relax our vigilance before coming out."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan turned to look at Song Xuan, and asked with a smile, "Am I right? Classmate Song."
Song Xuan looked indifferent, neither nodded nor shook his head.
Jiang Yan didn't intend to let him go, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Oh, I acquiesced."
Song Xuan's face darkened slightly, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the voice of a person whose phone vibrated slightly.
He took out his mobile phone, but there was no message prompt.
Song Xuan raised his eyelids and noticed Wen Qing's slightly stiff expression.
Wen Qing clutched the phone in her pocket nervously, and now she was fully awake, not sleepy at all.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated again.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she glanced nervously at Song Xuan, her heart beating violently.
He couldn't take out his phone in front of Song Xuan.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, got up and said, "I'm going to wash my face."
After finishing speaking, he walked quickly to the toilet.
He hurried out without even closing the office door.
Jiang Yan squinted his eyes, seeing that something was wrong with Wen Qing.
Song Xuan got up and followed.
Jiang Yan took two steps forward and stood at the door.
The men's toilet is diagonally opposite the office, and the door can be seen clearly. After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Yan still didn't follow.
He leaned against the door frame, took out a cigarette, and squinted at Song Xuan's every move.
Wen Qing walked into the toilet, just about to take out her mobile phone, when she raised her eyes and saw Song Xuan's figure reflected in the mirror.
He had no choice but to let go, walked to the sink, and pretended to wash his face.
Song Xuan casually tapped on the keyboard and picked an expression: [(^з^)-☆]
After sending a text message, he turned sideways and glanced at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing's face was covered with water droplets, the hair on her forehead was tightly pressed against her cheeks, her slender eyelashes were wetted by the water, drooping low, trembling uncontrollably.
Water drops flowed down his cheeks to his lips, his beautiful lips were wet and red, and he subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick away the water drops.
Song Xuan's eyes paused, and he nodded again: [(^_?)?☆]
Just as Wen Qing turned off the tap, the phone vibrated again.
He froze nervously.
Song Xuan was very close to him, I don't know if he heard it.
The thought flashed by, and then I heard Song Xuan say: "There seems to be a voice."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she blurted out: "No."
He hurriedly said, "I didn't hear it, what's the sound?"
The voice fell, and the phone in his pocket vibrated again.
Song Xuan scratched the keyboard with his fingertips, and said without changing his face: "It seems to be the sound of something vibrating."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, glanced at the No. 3 building opposite, and said slowly: "Maybe someone is in No. 3 building, and the anklet rang."
Song Xuan responded: "It makes sense."
After finishing speaking, he casually clicked an emoticon package, and raised his eyes to stare at Wen Qing's tense and gradually reddened cheeks.
Wen Qing didn't dare to look directly at Song Xuan, only listening to his voice, she thought Song Xuan believed him.
He pursed his lips and walked quickly into the toilet cubicle.
Hearing the footsteps of Song Xuan following behind him, Wen Qing said without looking back: "I, I want to get a tuba!"
After speaking, he quickly walked into the compartment, closed the door, and quickly took out his mobile phone.
Wen Qing didn't even glance at the content of the text message, she quickly opened the settings and turned off the vibration mode.
In the next second, a text message popped up at the top:
[I really want to kiss you and tease you, (￣￢￣*).]
Wen Qing froze for a moment, this was Song Xuan's cell phone.
Why do I receive such weird text messages
Did Song Xuan flirt online? !
Suddenly, Song Xuan's cold voice sounded outside the cubicle door: "This is the men's room, transfer student."
Then came Jiang Yan's voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "Huh? Afraid of being seen?"
The voices of the two were actually not loud, but the teaching building was extremely quiet in the early morning, and the sound collection effect of the toilet was so good that their conversation was very loud, with a faint echo.
Fearing that the two would quarrel again, Wen Qing quickly put away her phone and opened the door.
Jiang Yan and Song Xuan stood outside the door, turning their heads to look at him at the same time.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and said to the two, "Go ahead."
"I go back first."
After finishing speaking, Wen Qing went straight out, not forgetting to wash her hands.
Song Xuan and Jiang Yan no longer stayed in the toilet, and followed them back to the office.
In front of Wen Qing, the two calmed down a little, as long as one didn't speak, the other wouldn't either.
Wen Qing sat on a chair, handed them chocolates, and gagged their mouths.
He himself continued to think about advanced tasks while eating chocolate.
Now for the last question.
What happened three years ago
If everyone in the class participates...
Song Xuan would definitely know.
And he also knew Ji Sheng.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she looked at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan half closed his eyes, stared at the chocolate, looked at it quietly for a while, took a small bite reluctantly, and then took another small bite.
He didn't seem to like it, but he was eating it slowly.
Wen Qing blinked, and was wondering how to ask Song Xuan when he suddenly saw the transparent trophy in Song Xuan's hand.
The first place in the municipal knowledge competition.
Winners: Ji Sheng, Fu Ranxiu, Song Xuan.
Wen Qing stared blankly at the trophy, and tentatively asked, "Is this Ji Sheng the one in the news?"
Song Xuan followed his line of sight to look over, and responded.
Jiang Yan glanced at the trophy, and asked with a smile on his cheek, "What news?"
Wen Qing slowly said: "News about a serial murder case."
Jiang Yan whistled and said to Song Xuan, "Did Classmate Song also participate?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly, thinking, he must not have participated.
Song Xuan glanced at Jiang Yan, and raised the corner of his mouth: "If it were me, I wouldn't be caught by the police."
Wen Qing silently bit a piece of chocolate, thinking that Ji Sheng probably thought the same way.
Thinking about punishment again...
He hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is your relationship good? You all played together."
"Generally, according to the teacher's request," Song Xuan glanced at the trophy and sneered, "Ji Sheng and Fu Ranxiu have a better relationship."
"The two of them are still studying together—" As he spoke, he suddenly realized, and his face darkened.
Seeing his expression change, Wen asked softly, "What are we studying together?"
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "It's nothing."
"I'm going out to make a phone call."
After finishing speaking, he turned and left the office, walked to the corner of the corridor, and dialed Huang Mao's phone.
Huang Mao was still sleeping, and answered the phone in a daze: "Brother Song, what's the matter?"
Song Xuan's expression was cold, and his eyes were full of mischief: "What did Ji Sheng give Fu Ranxiu before graduation?"
Huang Mao was at a loss: "Brother Song, why did you suddenly ask about Ji Sheng?"
"He, isn't he already in jail?"
"Don't talk nonsense, don't you want to end this bullshit game?" Song Xuan asked again with a cold voice, "What did Ji Sheng give Fu Ranxiu?"
Hearing Song Xuan's first words, Huang Mao immediately woke up: "Okay, it seems to be a book..."
"Yes, just a few books in foreign languages, and a small ornament."
...
Wen Qing sat in the office, recalling Song Xuan's expression just now.
What Fu Ranxiu did must have something to do with Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng, Ji Prison, Ji Yu...
A thought quickly flashed through his mind: Is the reason why the grades of a class of students improved is because Fu Ranxiu and Ji Yu reached a deal
It requires a class of students to be malicious towards the transfer students, and they need to pay for their study time in exchange for their academic performance. Song Xuan and others can no longer attack ordinary students.
Thoughts flashed by.
Wen Qing heard the system's notification sound in his ears:
[Fifty percent of the advanced task is completed.]
[The player can leave the instance after the restriction on the instance is lifted.]