Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said to the system with a blushing face: [I, I mean there is a reason for their better grades.]
001 hummed.
[Yes, there is an abnormal reason!]
001 hummed again.
Wen Qing blushed even more, and he lay down on the table, burying his face in his arms.
The second sentence was something he thought of temporarily.
He was just thinking wildly at first.
001 clearly knew what he was thinking, his whole body was exposed naked in front of 001, and everything was seen.
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more ashamed he became. After a while, he became angry and said to 001: [Stop talking to me!]
001: [Wrong.]
Wen Qing: [Shut up!]
001 didn't speak anymore, and Wen Qing didn't take the initiative to talk to it either.
After a while, Wen Qing threw 001 out of her mind.
He raised his head, buried half of his face in his elbows, and blinked his eyes to look at Class One, Senior Three.
Now is the last class in the afternoon, which is a self-study class.
Every student in the front row was studying hard, reading books, doing quizzes, etc. Wen Qing stared at everyone for five minutes.
No one was seen deserting, and everyone was hurrying to study.
Is it normal to work so hard to get better grades
Wen pursed his lips lightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a boy sleeping in the back row waking up. He stretched his body with his yellow hair on his head, but he didn't make a sound.
In the back row of the classroom, except for the empty tables and chairs, there are a few students who have been sleeping. They have dyed hair and school uniforms are crooked. They look like bad students.
Wen Qing recalled the system's reminder that each student's grades in the first class were getting better and better.
That should include these bad students
Do we have to start with these students
Just thinking about it, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang.
"Bell—" The loud bell rang through the teaching building, and the whole building boiled instantly, with the sound of rubbing tables and chairs, booing and chatting, etc. one after another.
The students in the next classroom squeezed me and I squeezed you and ran over, but the students in class one were still studying.
Wen Qing looked at the students who didn't respond at all, and thought, did they study too hard and didn't you hear? What are you waiting for
In the next second, Wen Qing knew that they were waiting for the squad leader's order.
"get out of class is over." After the class leader said these two words, all the students who were studying stopped in unison.
Low voices of chatting and rustling noises gradually resounded in the classroom.
"Brother Song, go play!"
"Let's go, don't sleep."
"Go exercise your muscles."
...
There was a chattering conversation from a boy behind him, and soon, Wen Qing heard the chair at the back table move, the grumpy boy seemed to wake up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."
From the corner of his eye, he saw four or five boys walking out of the classroom, and Wen breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little afraid of such violent elements.
Can't fight, can't run.
Withdrawing her gaze, Wen Qing once again looked at the profile of the supervisor.
The monitor pursed his lips and looked at the students in the class with serious eyes.
Following his gaze, Wen Qing found that he was looking at players.
Perhaps because he noticed Wen Qing's gaze, the squad leader turned around, half-closed his eyes, his eyes slowly fell from Wen Qing's pale cheeks, resting on his slender neck, and he frowned slightly.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then quickly lowered her head after looking into the foreman's dark eyes.
He is also a little afraid of the squad leader, but it is different from the fear of the violent people just now.
Being watched by the squad leader, there was a feeling of creepiness and chills on the back.
The squad leader spat out three words indifferently: "Fu Ranxiu."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked nervously, "Yes, who is it?"
Monitor: "...me."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, blushed and said, "I'm sorry..."
He didn't react right away.
"I, my name is Wen Meng."
"I know." Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes, staring at Wen Qing's hand.
His hands are not big, with delicate and slightly protruding wrist bones. The back of the hand is covered with light blue veins. There is no body hair. It is white and delicate, with slender fingers and pink nails. It looks very suitable for holding in the palm of your hand.
Fu Ranxiu couldn't move his eyes away.
Wen Qing felt the other party's fiery gaze, couldn't help but flexed her fingers, retracted her hand, and put it on her knee.
Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and asked, "Are you in poor health?"
Wen Qing didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question, and was about to shake her head when she remembered her ID card, so she nodded slowly: "Yes..."
Well, he is delicate and frail.
Fu Ranxiu withdrew his gaze and said flatly, "You and I share the same dormitory."
Wen Qing: "???"
Why are you going to sleep with me
Fu Ranxiu didn't explain the reason, but got up and said, "The transfer students stay here, others are optional."
After speaking, he left the classroom.
Wen Qing sat in her seat, not daring to move, and continued to look at the students in the class.
After Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, a few more students left the classroom, but most of them stayed in the classroom, eating bread and snacks. Someone opened the book again and started studying.
Soon, Fu Ranxiu came back, holding a bunch of keys and a stack of meal cards in his hand.
He went directly to the podium and said, "Chen Jing, 204, Building 2."
This time Fu Ranxiu spoke a little slower, which was a little different from when he was allocating seats.
"Xu Yuan, 305, Building 2."
"Zhang Yang, 406, Building 3."
"Jiang Yan, 304, Building 2."
"Wen Meng, 401, Building 3."
Wen Qing walked up to the podium and reached out to pick up the dormitory key and meal card.
Fu Ranxiu put the key in his palm, pressed his cool fingertips against his skin, and stroked it lightly.
Wen Qing froze and opened her eyes wide.
Fu Ranxiu looked indifferent, as if asking him what's wrong
Wen Qing quickly withdrew her hand and stammered, "Thank you, thank you..."
Did you bump into him by accident
Fu Ranxiu said, "The meal card contains the money you saved in advance when you transferred to another school."
"The school uniform will be collected tomorrow, and I will take you to the Academic Affairs Office."
"Class 1 organizes evening self-study at night. When you come, pay attention to the time and don't be late, which will affect other students' study."
After speaking, Fu Ranxiu glanced at his watch and left the classroom.
Wen Qing looked at the other players. Except for Jiang Yan, everyone left the classroom directly.
Wen Qing stood where she was, hesitating whether to greet Jiang Yan or not.
Jiang Yan waved at him and said with a smile, "I'm going to the cafeteria, are you going?"
Wen shook his head lightly: "I want to go shopping for some clothes first."
He thought pragmatically, the main task is usually a month, and the school will distribute the school uniform, but nothing else.
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, walked in front of him, and bent down slightly.
Her posture caused Wen Qing to lower her eyes, and what she saw was Jiang Yan's plump breasts.
Wen Qing blushed and stepped back.
Seeing his movements, Jiang Yan laughed, and asked, "What to buy?"
"Pants?"
Wen Qing was not used to talking about underwear with girls, so she nodded stiffly.
Jiang Yan looked at his blushing cheeks and said with a smile, "Help me see it too."
"I want the lace one, the color..."
Jiang Yan dragged his tone, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, took a breath, and said in a low voice, "Pick what you like."
Wen Qing's face instantly turned red to the back of her ears, and because of the excessive emotional fluctuations, there was a thin layer of mist in her eyes.
He stammered: "You, you don't do this..."
Jiang Yan laughed so hard that he raised his hand and pinched Wen Qing's face: "Don't say this to others."
"Not everyone is like me and will let you go easily."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, not understanding what she meant.
Jiang Yan hummed a ditty and left the classroom, only leaving Wen Qing behind.
Wen calmed down for a while, and then walked out, pausing when he passed the door, looking at the schedule posted on the wall.
The time schedule of ordinary high schools is to get up at 6:30 in the morning, to study in the morning, to attend classes, to take a lunch break, to attend classes... and to end at 5:30 in the afternoon.
Night time is blank.
According to Fu Ranxiu, evening self-study is not mandatory, it is a self-organized evening self-study.
Wen Qing walked out while thinking.
The classroom is on the fourth floor, and there is a map of the whole school in the hall on the first floor of the teaching building.
Wen Qing stood in front of the map and wrote down the directions of the school's supermarket, cafeteria and dormitory.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xu Yuan walking with a few girls. The girls looked a little familiar, and they seemed to be students from Class 1.
A few people passed by with a smile:
"Your name is Xu Yuan, right?"
"right."
"We will be in the same dormitory from now on."
"Do you want to go to the cafeteria to eat first?"
...
Wen Qing couldn't help but take a second look, she didn't expect Xu Yuan to break into the students so quickly.
Surrounded by several girls, Xu Yuan nervously pulled her hair while chatting: "Okay."
"Wow, your skin is so tender."
"Let me see."
"Really, let me touch it."
"Great hahaha."
...
Looking at their backs, Wen Qing always felt an indescribable strangeness.
He retracted his gaze and walked towards the supermarket in the school.
The supermarket is right next to the dormitory building. It covers a large area and has all the basic daily necessities, including T-shirts and underwear.
After shopping, Wen Qing went directly to the dormitory.
The names of the dormitory members are posted on the door of the dormitory, and there are only two names.
[Fu Ranxiu]
[Song Xuan]
Wen Qing glanced at the names on the doors of other dormitories. There were three or four people, and she realized that she only had two roommates.
Pushing open the door, the dormitory is a four-person room, with beds on and off the table, and each bed is covered with the uniform sheets and quilts of the school.
Two of the beds obviously belonged to the owner, one on the left and one on the right, with scattered things on the table underneath, while the other two were empty.
Wen Qing looked down at the table on the left, where there was a neat stack of papers and a sculpture of an angel the size of a palm.
He walked over to look at the names on the eye roll.
Fu Ranxiu.
This is the monitor's bed.
Without thinking, Wen Qing picked the empty bed on the right.
Just after putting the clothes in the closet, the bedroom door was forcefully opened.
"Bang—" hit the wall.
Wen Qing shivered in fright, and turned her head to look over.
A boy in a red basketball uniform stood at the door. He had handsome features, his phoenix eyes were raised slightly, and there was a trace of hostility between his brows. He seemed to have a bad temper.
Seeing someone in the dormitory, the boy squinted his eyes and turned his gaze on Wen Qing: "Transfer student?"
Wen nodded lightly and responded in a low voice.
Song Xuan's eyes wandered on him for a long time, and finally stayed on Wen Qing's face.
He threw away the basketball in his hand, and raised the corner of his mouth: "What's it called?"
The basketball bounced on the ground, brushed against Wen Qing's trouser legs, and hit a chair beside him.
Wen Qing became even more nervous, she didn't expect the other roommate to be so fierce.
He pinched his palms and said slowly, "Wen, Wen Meng..."
"Wen Meng?"
Song Xuan sneered.
He walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and asked meaningfully: "Where is the fierceness?"