Wen Qing was still thinking about the restrictions of advanced tasks, and didn't notice Jiang Yan's movements, but when he heard him say sweet, she took out all the chocolates in her pocket.
Chocolate is bought casually, with white chocolate, black chocolate, hazelnut and other flavors. Wen Qing picked out black chocolate and handed it to Jiang Yan: "Neng."
Jiang Yan raised his eyelids and met Shang Wenqing's clear eyes.
He tilted his head, his cheeks were white and tender, and he said seriously: "This taste should not be sweet."
In an instant, Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he laughed lowly: "I didn't mean chocolate is sweet."
Wen Qing looked at him with a little doubt in his eyes.
Jiang Yan didn't explain. He held his chin and said slowly, "Actually, I have a terminal illness."
Wen Qing glanced at him and said slowly, "Don't lie to me."
He has a long memory.
Jiang Yan blinked and said, "Otherwise why would I come to this world."
Wen Qing was taken aback, a little dazed: "Didn't you be forced to come in?"
"Of course not," Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and gently tapped the back of Wen Qing's hand, "Someone was forced to come in."
"Someone came in voluntarily." He said, pointing to the tip of his nose again.
"Only here can I have a chance to cure my terminal illness."
Wen pursed his lips and looked at him.
There was a smile on Jiang Yan's lips, and his tone was casual, as if he was joking, or as if he was joking and saying something.
Seeing Jiang Yan curling his hair with his fingertips, Wen Qing was dazed, and a thought flashed in his mind.
Is it really terminally ill
So the hair is short, not long
Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan's face again, and thought to himself, this face seemed a little pale.
So is the heavy makeup usually used to hide the sickness
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Is it a serious illness?"
Jiang Yan tapped the table with his fingertips and replied, "There is no rule of law in the real world."
Many rankings of advanced cancer flashed through Wen Qing's mind, and she didn't know what to say, so she could only comfort in a low voice: "It will be cured."
Jiang Yan nodded, held his hand, and smiled crookedly: "So Mengmeng can help me?"
Wen Qing flexed his fingers, did not avoid Jiang Yan's touch, and asked lightly, "How can I help you?"
Jiang Yan leaned in front of him and pouted, "Just a kiss."
Wen Qing: "..."
He opened a piece of chocolate expressionlessly and stuffed it into Jiang Yan's mouth again.
Shut up you.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
Wen Qing paused and turned his head to look over.
The footsteps gradually approached, without any hesitation, they stopped directly outside the door.
"Click—" The door opened.
Song Xuan strode into the office and closed the door.
He glanced at the state of Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, and saw that there was nothing unusual about them, so he looked away, sat next to Wen Qing, and took out his mobile phone to read text messages.
Sensing that something was wrong with Song Xuan, Wen Qing looked at him twice more.
Song Xuan closed his eyes halfway, his brows were full of hostility, and he was not at all calm as before.
Because of Ji Sheng
Song Xuan just said half of what he said, obviously thinking of something.
Ji Sheng, Fu Ranxiu...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, Song Xuan must have guessed that it was because of Ji Sheng, right
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
Wen Qing and Jiang Yan looked at Song Xuan together.
"SMS." Song Xuan said, and clicked on the text message.
Huang Yi: [Brother Song, the squad leader is in the dormitory, and seems to be watching the monitor on the computer.]
Song Xuan: [Where are the others?]
Huang Yi: [They haven't woken up yet.]
Song Xuan: [You can let them start playing the game.]
Song Xuan: [I'll go find Fu Ranxiu.]
Huang Yi: [Okay.]
Wen Qing couldn't see Song Xuan's phone screen, but judging from his typing and phone vibration, he should be chatting with someone else.
For example, yellow hair
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, and asked curiously: "Do the rules of the game allow you to communicate with each other?"
Song Xuan put away his phone and explained patiently: "We just can't interfere with normal games."
"Such as cheating on props."
After speaking, he glanced at Wen Qing's clothes and looked away.
Someone hid his mobile phone secretly, and he, as the owner, retrieved the lost property, which of course does not count as cheating.
Wen Qing looked down at the ankle ring, and couldn't help asking: "Isn't it cheating when you communicate with each other?"
Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "This is just a normal communication between players."
Communication between players…
Wen gently lowered his eyes, in this game of hide and seek.
Fu Ranxiu stood at the top and made the rules.
All the students in class one are players, and the transfer students are both players and playthings.
A sentence flashed in Wen Qing's mind: [Some gods want to play a simple game with humans.]
Like these infinite copies, those gods and strange monsters are players, and other players such as him, Jiang Yan, etc. are both players and playthings.
Wen lightly thought about it.
Soon, laughing and laughing voices sounded outside the window.
"Hello?"
"Is anyone here?"
"Stop shouting, Building 5 was ruled out last night."
"I forgot hahaha."
"Let's go to the gym."
"I don't know what happened to Xu Yuan hahaha."
...
Jiang Yan got up, walked to the window, and looked out.
More than a dozen people passed by the building they were in, and walked straight forward without seeming to want to enter.
Jiang Yan said, "Go, go to the bedroom."
Wen Qing was thinking about what to say to Song Xuan.
Turning his head, Song Xuan didn't complain about Jiang Yan, and directly opened the door of the office.
"Walk."
The three of them went downstairs along the corridor closer to the dormitory area. As soon as they reached the first floor, they saw Xu Yuan leaning on the wall panting.
Her hair was disheveled, her complexion was black, and she had a lot of scratches on her body. She could smell the strong smell of paint from a distance. It was obvious that she had just run out of the gymnasium.
Seeing Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, Xu Yuan stopped abruptly.
Jiang Yan glanced at her coldly, and said to Wen Qing, "Go first."
Xu Yuan raised her head, looked at Jiang Yan and Wen Qing who were safe and sound, and then at Song Xuan behind them, with a flash of jealousy in her eyes.
Why
Why do they both have nothing to do? Even Aboriginal protection
And he was stuck in the gym all night and couldn't open his eyes
Xu Yuan gritted her teeth, looked at Jiang Yan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Yan, if you two stick together, don't you care about the rest of us?"
Wen Qing frowned: "We have no obligation..."
Before she finished speaking, Xu Yuan gritted her teeth: "I won't tell you any clues in the future!"
After finishing speaking, she turned around and ran to the side of the road, saying loudly, "Jiang Yan and Wen Meng are here."
High-pitched female voices run through the school.
Jiang Yan's face darkened, and he looked sideways to the front.
Group 1 and others did not go far, and came back after hearing Xu Yuan's voice.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Xuan.
Compared with Song Xuan, he was more able to attract the attention of a class of students.
Jiang Yan said coldly: "You take Wen Meng back to the dormitory."
"I'll be right there."
Wen Qing opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Jiang Yan ran behind Xu Yuan at a superhuman speed, picked up Xu Yuan's collar, and dragged her towards the third building.
"Go." Song Xuan said.
Wen Qing responded, and followed Song Xuan to leave by another road.
Just as he was about to walk out of Building 3, Song Xuan stopped suddenly.
Wen Qing almost bumped into his back, just as he stopped, Song Xuan turned around and suddenly carried him on his shoulder.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and almost cried out.
"you… "
In the next second, two girls in school uniforms appeared in front of him.
It's Fangfang and her roommate.
The two were panting, obviously running here specially to block the road.
After seeing Song Xuan, he shouted in surprise: ""Song, Brother Song..."
"You, you caught it?"
Song Xuan responded and continued walking forward.
Fangfang glanced at Wen Qing, and winked at her roommate, and the two followed Song Xuan together.
"Brother Song, are you together?"
Song Xuan paused, looked up and down the two girls: "Together?"
"What? You want to be fucked by me too?"
Fangfang and her roommate were stunned.
Wen Qing was also taken aback.
Song Xuan didn't say much, and quickly walked into the men's room with Wen Qing on his shoulder.
He kicked the door open forcefully, and looked out calmly.
still.
Song Xuan frowned, put Wen Qing on the ground, and mouthed silently: [Call out.]
Standing by the wall, Wen Qing was stunned for a while before realizing what Song Xuan meant, and stammered, "No, don't."
He was too nervous, don't shout two words in a straight voice without any emotion.
Song Xuan was silent for a moment, raised his hand to untie the belt, and threw it to the door, intentionally letting the two outside the door see it.
He raised his jaw slightly, unbuttoned it casually, revealing smooth muscles, and his wheat-colored skin looked honey-colored under the dim light of the toilet, with astringency.
[continue. ] Song Xuan said again.
Because of Song Xuan's behavior, Wen Qing was really a little nervous now, and stumbled and said: "Don't, don't be like this..."
He trembled, his tone involuntarily drawn out.
It does sound like coercion to others.
Fangfang looked at her roommate, a little hesitant.
She's not interested in this kind of thing at all.
Hearing the faint sound of water inside, the roommate blushed and said, "Let's go, don't disturb Brother Song."
"What if we go in and what happens to him?"
"Let's go find Xu Yuan."
The two looked at each other and left the door of the men's room.
inside the toilet
Song Xuan lowered his voice and hummed from time to time.
Wen Qingzao was blushing, she didn't dare to look directly at Song Xuan, and asked softly, "Did they leave?"
Song Xuan hummed.
Wen Qing turned her head to look at him, then looked away instantly, her ears turned red with shame.
"You, you put on your pants!"
Song Xuan leaned against the wall and licked the wound on his lips: "Look at me."
"I can't put it on yet."