Of course Wen Qing didn't look at Song Xuan, he turned his head and turned sideways to Song Xuan, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.
The voices of people outside the teaching building gradually faded away, the building was silent, and the toilet's radio was so good that Wen Qing could clearly hear Song Xuan's heavy breathing, echoing in the narrow space.
Obviously not next to Song Xuan, there was a distance of one meter between the two, but the other party's hot breath rushed towards the face, making people blush and ears hot.
Wen Qing couldn't help pursing her lips, and her body felt a wave of heat.
How can someone act by himself and just, that's all...
Wen lightly pursed his lips, caught a glimpse of Song Xuan's wheat-colored skin from the corner of his eye, and urged with a blushing face, "You, hurry up..."
The flame that Song Xuan finally calmed down a little was ignited by Wen Qing's sticky voice like a baby, and it burned even more vigorously.
He moved his throat slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing turned his face sideways, his lips, cheeks, ear tips... were all red, spreading down to his neck, his slender neck was glowing with a faint pink color, his whole body seemed to be flushed, ripe, and attractive to pick.
Song Xuan pressed his tongue against his cheek, unable to look away.
Sensing his scorching gaze, Wen Qing unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes and shouted, "Song Xuan...you, are you wearing it?"
Song Xuan responded in a low voice.
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, tilted her head, and opened her eyes wide.
Not only was Song Xuan not dressed properly, but he was even more…
"you you… "
lie!
Wen Qing was so ashamed that she immediately turned around, turned her back to Song Xuan, and stammered, "You, what's the matter with you?!"
Song Xuan looked at his back and said in a hoarse voice, "You called my name."
Wen Qing quickly said: "I want you to hurry up!"
"If you talk again, I might not be able to bear it anymore." Song Xuan said.
The voice of this sentence is a little hoarse than before, and the breathing is deeper.
Wen Qing didn't dare to speak anymore, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and stared at the wall in a daze.
Song Xuan's gaze slowly moved up from Wen Qing's slender ankles, straight legs, upturned buttocks, it's not difficult to imagine the scenery when these legs are wrapped around his waist.
He exhaled a hot breath and looked at Wen Qing's upper body.
The loose school uniform was put on Wen Qing's body, making his waist thinner, his back straight, and his neck still dyed a little red... Even the back of his head was inexplicably cute.
Even just a strand of hair can easily draw out the beast in my heart.
Song Xuan closed his eyes, stopped looking at Wen Qing, turned around and walked to the washstand outside, and turned on the faucet.
Wen Qing froze for a moment when she heard footsteps behind her, and then heard the sound of water outside.
The toilet and washstand are separate, did Song Xuan go out
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then turned around and glanced, Song Xuan had indeed walked out.
Already ready
He walked out while thinking, and just as he reached the door, Song Xuan's hoarse voice sounded outside again: "If you come out."
"To be fucked."
Wen Qing's footsteps stopped suddenly, let alone going out, he didn't even dare to move, and stood obediently by the wall.
After a long time, the sound of water stopped, there was a rustling sound, and the belt buckle made a crisp sound.
Song Xuan stood at the door, his hair was wet and dripping water, he casually brushed his hair back, revealing sharp eyebrows and eyes.
There was a trace of dissatisfaction between the eyebrows, and Danfeng's eyes were dark and deep, like a beast that hadn't eaten enough.
Just as Wen Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when she met Song Xuan's eyes, her nerves became more tense, worrying that Song Xuan would go crazy again.
Song Xuan walked in front of him, lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance lingering in the air, and said slowly: "When the game is over."
"Remember to reward me."
"Owner."
Song Xuan's breath carried warmth, brushing across his cheeks.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she hurried out of the toilet.
He quickly left the teaching building, thinking, when the game is over, he will reward you with a new master.
...
Next to the teaching area is the dormitory area. The road from the 3rd building to the dormitory building is neither long nor short.
Fortunately, I didn't meet other students along the way, and ran into the dormitory building without incident.
The dormitory building is the same as the teaching building, it is quiet and there is no sound at all.
It appears that there is no one.
Song Xuan strode upstairs.
Wen Qing followed her upstairs, and was about to say that she was going back to 401, when she looked in Song Xuan's direction, she found that he was also planning to go back to the dormitory.
Wen Qing was a little puzzled, and asked in a low voice: "Are you planning to go back to the dormitory?"
Song Xuan responded and walked straight forward without explaining the reason.
Walking to 401, Wen Qing directly opened the door, only to see Fu Ranxiu sitting inside, with a laptop in front of him.
Wen Qing paused, why is Fu Ranxiu in the dormitory
Shouldn't it be in the broadcasting room
He looked at Song Xuan nervously.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, his face darkened, without any surprise, as if he knew that Fu Ranxiu was in the dormitory.
He went into the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, and was about to speak when he saw Song Xuan strode up to Fu Ranxiu and kicked over another empty chair.
The chair was kicked hard and hit the wall with a loud noise, which made Wen Qing's eyelids twitch.
Song Xuan was very angry.
Did you go back to the dormitory just to find Fu Ranxiu
Wen lightly pursed his lips, feeling more and more that Song Xuan already understood what Fu Ranxiu had done.
He pinched his palms and looked at Fu Ranxiu cautiously.
Fu Ranxiu looked indifferent, without any anger or dissatisfaction, like an emotionless robot.
He lowered his eyes, didn't even look at Song Xuan, just raised his hand and tapped lightly on the computer keyboard.
The next second, the broadcast sounded: "Exclude Building No. 3 of the teaching building."
Circled.
Wen Qing blinked and looked at the notebook on Fu Ranxiu's desk.
The computer screen displayed the school's monitoring screen, the playground, teaching building, dormitory building, etc., were divided into several small screens.
Each small screen is still and moving, and the few screens with human figures are very eye-catching.
Wen Qing saw Jiang Yan in the surveillance at a glance. He was shuttling through the teaching building, and the people behind him couldn't catch up with him, and he was quickly thrown away.
Seeing that nothing happened to Jiang Yan, Wen Qing was relieved.
"Fu Ranxiu." Song Xuan said suddenly.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes: "Did Ji Sheng ask you to do it?"
Hearing Ji Sheng's name, Fu Ranxiu's expression moved slightly, and he slowly raised his eyelids: "No."
"He just gave me an opportunity..."
One did not ask clearly, and the other did not answer clearly, but everyone present understood the specific meaning.
Song Xuan's brows and eyes were fierce, and the veins on his forehead popped up, and he cursed angrily: "Fu Ranxiu, your fucking brain was trapped by the door?"
Hearing this, Fu Ranxiu glanced at Wen Qing lightly. He didn't hold back, and said, "I'm doing the right thing."
He looked at Song Xuan with neither sad nor happy expression, and said calmly: "Song Xuan, you were born with good fortune, so you can do whatever you want."
"Others are not, more people are ordinary people, and many people even try their best to be ordinary people."
Song Xuan frowned: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Fu Ranxiu continued: "Both of Wang Feng's parents died, and there was only one grandma in the family, who made a living by picking up waste products. One of Lin Fangfang's parents was completely paralyzed and the other half-disabled. The family of three relied on the government's subsistence allowances to get by. The family conditions of the rest of the family are similar to them.”
"The school forms a class and not only provides them with food, clothing, housing and transportation, living expenses, but also provides funds to settle down their families. The only condition is grades."
"Once the score is lower than the top 1,000 in the city, the contract will be void."
Song Xuan was slightly taken aback. He knew that the family conditions of the people in the class were not good, but he didn't expect it to be this level.
"Didn't you just ask for money? Is it possible that your Fu family has no money to help such a few people?"
Fu Ranxiu rolled his eyelids: "Money can't solve everything."
"For them, reading good books and improving their IQ is their only chance to change their destiny."
Listening to Fu Ranxiu's words, Wen Qing took a nervous step back and leaned against the bedroom door.
"Put your mother's shit on," Song Xuan scolded sullenly, "Is this the fucking right thing?"
"They don't have inherent advantages, I provide acquired opportunities," Fu Ranxiu looked up at Song Xuan: "I didn't force them, they were voluntary."
"At the beginning, they handed over the name to me."
Wen gently pinched his palms, keenly grasping the key words.
name.
Something to do with the name
Fu Ranxiu closed the laptop, and said, "As for you and Huang Yi, you should be punished for your reckless actions."
Song Xuan sneered: "If you don't let us beat someone, is it punishment?"
Fu Ranxiu said lightly: "You were underage at the time, affected by hormones and deficiencies in your body, the punishment is not severe."
Song Xuan clenched his fists tightly, and the veins in his arms bulged: "It's a high-sounding statement, don't let us fight, and let us transfer students?"
Fu Ranxiu looked at Wen Qing and said calmly, "Transfer students are different."
"Not my race."
"It's the smallest sacrifice."
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Hearing what he said, Fu Ranxiu seemed to really know that they were players, not people from this world.
Fu Ranxiu looked at his slightly panicked appearance, and said slowly: "Maybe I haven't done enough."
"One class is just a pilot."
"Be careful next time."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and now she fully understood what it meant to be a kind-hearted pervert.
To say he is kind-hearted is quite kind.
To say he is perverted is quite perverted.
Fu Ranxiu withdrew his gaze and glanced at Song Xuan.
He looked at Song Xuan's raised arm without changing his face: "You know the consequences of doing it."
"Don't worry, your father is regretting his life now," Song Xuan sneered, instead of hitting Fu Ranxiu, he picked up the angel sculpture Fu Ranxiu put on the table.
"This is what Ji Sheng gave you."
Wen Qing held her breath nervously, her eyelashes fluttered, was it all because of this decoration
Is this ornament related to Ji Yu
Fu Ranxiu looked at Song Xuan quietly, but still didn't make any moves. Instead of fighting, he asked, "Song Xuan, there are only three months left."
In the past three years, Song Xuan didn't take an active part in it, but he didn't reject it either, like a half-outsider, playing around from time to time.
"Why do you suddenly want to end early?" Fu Ranxiu asked.
Song Xuan grabbed the angel sculpture in his hand, sneered, "Because I want to beat you up."
Hearing this, Fu Ranxiu slowly turned his head and looked at Wen Qing.
His eyes were dark, and when he looked over suddenly, Wen Qing was so frightened that he held the doorknob, ready to run away at any time.
Fu Ranxiu said slowly: "The price of ending early is that Wen Meng will leave?"
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at Fu Ranxiu in shock.
Now it is certain and certain that Fu Ranxiu knows that they are players.
He hurriedly asked the system in his heart: [Why, why]
[Why would Fu Ranxiu, an aborigine, know about this?]
001 was quiet for a moment, and said: [Fu Ranxiu is a very smart person.]
"Song Xuan, do you still want to continue?" Fu Ranxiu asked lightly.
Wen Qing pinched his palms and looked at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean you will leave?"
Fu Ranxiu explained: "It's the same as the previous transfer students."
"They're going to leave, sooner or later."
"Song Xuan, do you want to let him go now?"
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he could answer for Song Xuan.
Won't.
This mad dog Song Xuan will not let him go.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, she pressed the doorknob, turned around and was about to run.
As soon as he opened the door, his toes were still on the ground, and he was hugged by a big hand and pulled back to the bedroom.
"Click—"
Song Xuan hugged his waist with one hand, and closed the door with the other.
Wen Qing's body froze. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Song Xuan putting the angel sculpture back on the table, and said:
"Fu Ranxiu."
"Such an important thing, why don't you know how to put it away?"