Fu Ranxiu had dark eyebrows and wore a pair of rimless glasses. The silver frame of the glasses reflected cold light against the side of his face, making his expression even more indifferent.
Wen Qing was startled for two seconds, and quickly recovered.
Fu Ranxiu's appearance surprised him, but he also took it for granted.
After all, Fu Ranxiu is also a pervert, in addition to logical thinking, he is also manual control.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, subconsciously bent his fingers.
There were rustling sounds and fist-fist movements in the living room.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and looked over, a man and a woman were fighting.
The man is Song Xuan, and the woman has disheveled hair, invisible.
Song Xuan's moves were obviously not as flexible and flexible as the tall woman's, but he had a gloomy face, and every punch and kick was fierce and fierce.
The two of you come and go, and the corners of your clothes are flying.
Suddenly, Song Xuan caught the woman's long hair with his fingers, and he pulled it hard, a few long hairs were floating in the air.
The tall woman paused slightly and took a punch from Song Xuan.
He raised his hand abruptly, pulled off his long hair, and tore off the wig net, revealing short messy hair.
Without the cover of long hair, his heroic facial features look like a real man.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, it was Jiang Yan.
This time it is a copy of Dezhi High School.
"Are you a fucking man?" Song Xuan looked at Jiang Yan expressionlessly.
Jiang Yan sneered: "You can't even tell? Are the eyes on your face just for decoration?"
Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth, and replied, "You are too sinister, just like girls."
Wen Qing: "..."
Fu Ranxiu took a step back and signaled Wen Qing to enter the room.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then walked in.
After closing the door, Fu Ranxiu turned around, saw that the two people in the living room didn't even look at the entrance, and said again: "The teacher is here."
This time, both Song Xuan and Jiang Yan heard it, and Qi Qi turned his head to look over.
Song Xuan's gloomy face suddenly disappeared, the corners of his lips were pulled slightly, his dark eyes were shining, and he stared straight at Wen Qing.
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, brushed his hair casually, adjusted his hairstyle, and then strode up to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing was about to say hello when he hugged her into his arms.
Jiang Yan lowered his head, pressed against his face, and said with a light smile, "Mengmeng, we are already in the real world."
"Is it possible to fall in love with me?"
Wen Qing was startled, and belatedly remembered that he had said something similar when he was in the world.
Before he could speak, Jiang Yan was kicked away.
Song Xuan stood in front of him, didn't say anything, just tilted his head slightly, and moved his lips closer.
It's a kissing pose.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she immediately raised her hand to cover his mouth.
Song Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, did not avoid his hand, and let him cover it: "It's not like I haven't kissed before."
The hot air between the lips and teeth spewed out into the palm, hot and itchy.
Wen Qing was about to withdraw her hand, when suddenly, her palm felt wet and soft.
Song Xuan licked his hand.
Like a dog, it scratches the palm with its tongue and licks it back and forth.
The itching in the palm was even worse, and Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly.
He immediately let go and wiped vigorously on his pants.
The dampness was wiped off, but the irritating itch was still there, as if lingering on his hand.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and diverted his attention with dialogue: "Are there only three of you?"
Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth, and Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "The three of us are not enough?"
Wen hummed lightly and didn't answer the question.
He lowered his eyes, recalling Io's words.
[Who else will come?]
[People who admire you.]
Both Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu have strange obsessions with him. As for Jiang Yan, he has been taking care of him and helping him, from the initial interest sour to later liking.
In this case…
Two more names appeared in Wen Qing's mind.
Zhou Zhou and Ye Ye.
Just as he was meditating, a warm breath suddenly brushed past his hand.
Wen Qing came back to her senses, only to see Song Xuan bent down beside his hand, his nose moved slightly, and he was seriously smelling the scent on his sleeve.
Wen Qing took a step back, opening the distance between the two of them.
Song Xuan straightened his body and narrowed his eyes: "You smell like a man."
"Which man were you thinking about just now?"
After finishing the words, Wen Qing felt the other two eyes also fall on his face.
Of course, it was impossible for Wen Qing to tell them who it was. He was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Is there a possibility... I am also a man?"
Song Xuan: "..."
He took a step forward, carelessly touched the tiptoes of Wen Qing: "It smells like another man."
Seeing that there was no way to fool the past, Wen Qing said bluntly: "There are a lot of men around me."
"Which one are you referring to?"
Song Xuan's face changed slightly, and a trace of hostility flashed across his eyelids.
Wen Qing didn't want to talk about this kind of thing anymore, he changed the subject and said, "Why are you here?"
instead of downstairs
Jiang Yan shook his head: "I don't know, I came here when I opened my eyes."
Wen gently lifted his foot and walked in, and saw a photo of this family hanging on the corner of the living room wall.
Several of them were of two high school students in school uniforms, two normal-looking boys.
Wen Qing glanced around, there was no one else in the house, he asked: "Is the owner of this house not here?"
Fu Ranxiu responded, "There are only four of us."
Wen lightly pursed his lips and said to them, "I'm here to teach two high school students homework."
Song Xuan leaned against the wall, tilted his head to look at him: "I'm a high school student."
Wen Qing glanced at him, then looked at the photos on the wall, and asked, "What else do you know?"
"Twelve hours." Song Xuan raised his eyelids and stared at his profile.
Wen Qing asked: "Don't you know anything else?"
Song Xuan nodded.
Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan and Fu Ranxiu, they didn't know either.
Jiang Yan shrugged, and said casually: "As soon as I came here, I received a call from a woman, saying that the teacher will come over later, let us not worry."
Fu Ranxiu said to Wen Qing lightly: "You are here to teach two high school students homework."
"There are exactly two high school students in the room right now."
The implication is that Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan may temporarily replace the identities of the two high school students.
"Let me ask." Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone, took a photo of Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan, and sent it to Xuanxuan's mother.
Wen Qing: [Auntie, are you going to teach these two students?]
Xuanxuan's mother: [That's right.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [These two children have not seen each other for a long time, and they have become handsome again.]
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu, then at the two high school students in the photo.
differ greatly.
Anyone with normal vision can tell that they are different people.
Why did he temporarily replace someone else's identity this time instead of appearing directly at his home
What happened to Eo
Fu Ranxiu asked, "What did she say?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "You probably borrowed their identities temporarily."
"It's true that Fu Ranxiu and I are high school students." Song Xuan paused, raised his finger to Jiang Yan, and asked, "What is this guy's identity?"
He raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Our nanny?"
Jiang Yan sneered: "No matter how you look at it, I am your father."
Wen gently lowered his head, took another photo of Zhang Jiangyan, and continued to ask Xuanxuan's mother.
Wen Qing: [Auntie, what should I call this person?]
Xuanxuan's mother: [This is my sister, you can just call him auntie.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [Yesterday I still had long hair, but today I cut my hair short, and the short hair looks really good.]
Xuanxuan's mother: [I want to ask her which store made it.]
The next second, the mobile phone on the sofa popped up a WeChat notification.
If nothing else, Xuanxuan's mother must be sending Jiang Yan a WeChat message.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and said to Jiang Yan: "Auntie said, you are her sister."
Jiang Yan: "..."
Song Xuan: "..."
Fu Ranxiu: "..."
After a while, Jiang Yan was the first to react, curled the corners of his lips, and said to Song Xuan, "I'm your mother now."
Song Xuan had no expression on his face. Although this was not a curse word, it always sounded like a curse word.
"You fucking..."
Jiang Yan raised the corner of his mouth: "Who are you talking about? It's your grandma."
Song Xuan: "..."
Wen Qing stood aside, watching the two of them bicker.
When they were in Dezhi Middle School, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan obviously didn't get along.
In contrast, there is a tacit understanding between Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu.
Thinking about it, Wen Qing tilted his head and glanced at Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu did not participate in the quarrel between Song Xuan and Jiang Yan, but stood quietly aside, with lowered eyelashes, looking intently at one place.
his hand.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly.
Fu Ranxiu didn't hide his eyes at all, his eyes seemed to have materialized, he stroked his hand, from the back of the hand, slowly down, swept across the side of the fingers, and landed on the fingertips.
After a while, Fu Ranxiu's eyes became darker and darker, and the pupils seemed to be on fire.
Wen gently flexed his fingers, and couldn't help but put his hands behind his back.
Fu Ranxiu's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at his face.
He didn't say anything, and it seemed like he said everything.
— Don't look at the hands, just look at the face.
Wen Qing pursed his lips tightly. He could hide his hands, but he couldn't hide his face.
After being silent for a while, he said, "It's time for you to do your homework."
Song Xuan turned his head to look at him.
Wen Qing said calmly: "I'm here to help you with your homework."
Song Xuan frowned, there are only twelve hours left, who the hell has to do homework.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak when Jiang Yan walked up to Wen Qing's side first, hugged Wen Qing's shoulders, and said affectionately, "You two children go to do your homework."
"Mom and teachers are going to do grown-up things."
Wen Qing: "..."
Song Xuan: "..."
Fu Ranxiu: "..."
Wen gently pushed Jiang Yan's arm away, and said to him expressionlessly, "I took the money."
"You do grown-up things by yourself."
Jiang Yan sighed faintly: "One person can do it."
"But no two are comfortable."
"..."
Wen Qing caught a glimpse of the two thick stacks of homework on the table in front of her, walked to the table, and looked down.
There is a lot of homework, I don't know how long it has been piled up, no wonder I have to ask a tutor to teach it.
Wen Qing pushed the two homework to both sides of the western table, and said to Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan, "You can start doing your homework."
Song Xuan was full of displeasure.
Fu Ranxiu walked forward, and when he passed by Song Xuan, he said casually: "After we leave, he will still stay here."
Song Xuan understood what he meant.
Don't get Wen Qing into trouble.
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu, gave a light snort, walked to the table, pulled out the chair, and sat down carelessly.
He took out a math paper casually, spread it out and glanced at it, raised his hand, and said to Wen Qing: "Teacher."
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, before realizing that Song Xuan was calling himself.
"Teacher Wen." Song Xuan called again.
He leaned against the back of the chair, raised his feet, and pointed at a question: "I don't know how to do this question."
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, unable to tell whether it was true or not, so she walked up to Song Xuan and looked down at the question.
The last big question in the college entrance examination paper.
difficult.
Wen Qing read it twice before he understood what the question was asking.
After staying in the other world for too long, I almost forgot what I learned in high school.
He picked up a pen and said to Song Xuan, "I'll do it first."
Song Xuan paused with his fingertips, he didn't really want to ask a question, but wanted Wen Qing to get closer to him.
Seeing that Wen Qing was about to leave, he immediately moved his finger away and pointed to another, simpler question.
The second big question in the paper is not difficult.
Wen was silent.
He has some ideas, but he can't guarantee that the idea of solving the problem is correct.
Seeing what Wen Qing was thinking, Song Xuan leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair: "Teacher Wen, let me do other homework first."
Wen Qing glanced at the thick stack of homework and said to him, "You can do whatever you want."
Just about to walk away, Song Xuan suddenly hooked his sleeve, gently scraped the soft flesh on the inside of his wrist with his index finger, and said meaningfully: "Teacher Wen, teach me the physiology homework."
Wen Qing: "..."