Wen Qing's attention was all on the door that was closed by Song Xuan.
Is there anything you can't say well? Do you have to close the door
He looked at Song Xuan's exposed muscles. The wheat-colored skin was covered with a layer of sweat, and the muscle lines were strong and smooth. It shouldn't be a problem to knock him down with a punch.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she said to Song Xuan: "I, I am fierce everywhere..."
That being said, he still stepped back.
Song Xuan sneered again, and asked as he walked in, "That guy Fu Ranxiu let you live here?"
"That's right..." Wen Qing nodded nervously.
"Fake kindness." Song Xuan clicked his tongue, stood in front of the closet, took off his basketball uniform with one hand, and threw it on the ground casually.
Seeing this, Wen Qing was slightly relieved.
He pursed his lips, not daring to speak, and walked quickly to the door.
The wardrobe is connected to the table and the bed, and Song Xuan's bed is close to the door, so Wen Qing has to pass by him.
Not daring to get too close to Song Xuan, Wen Qing walked beside the table on the other side.
Just as Song Xuan picked up the clothes, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose.
A little sweet, not greasy, I also smelled it in the afternoon.
He narrowed his eyes, closed the wardrobe door, and turned to look at Wen Qing.
Before Wen Qing could react, a gust of wind just hit beside him.
The next second, a big hand pinched his shoulder and pressed him on the table.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide in fright, and looked at Song Xuan in panic.
Song Xuan's upper body was naked, and the strong smell of male hormones filled the air.
The tip of Wen Qing's nose almost hit his chest, she quickly leaned back and put her hands on the table.
Song Xuan lowered his head slowly, leaned close to his neck, sniffed the slightly curled hair, then continued to lean over, sniffing Wen Qing's neck.
Hot breath spewed out on the neck, Wen Qing's fingers were stiff, and her body trembled slightly.
"Transfer student." Song Xuan said in a low voice.
Wen Qing became even more nervous, not knowing whether it was Song Xuan's breath or his lips on his neck.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked slowly: "This afternoon, you were the one who harassed me, right?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Song Xuan's voice was slightly hoarse at the moment, and it was indeed similar to the voice of the boy sleeping at the back table.
Are you going to settle accounts with him now
Thinking of the chair that was kicked away in the afternoon, Wen Qing quickly said: "Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you this afternoon."
His voice was trembling and nasal, sounding a little soft.
Song Xuan straightened his body, looked at Wen Qing's beautiful eyebrows and pale cheeks, his eyes were slightly dazed, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.
His throat moved slightly, and he raised his hand to grab Wen Qing's collar: "So?"
With her throat stretched by the collar, Wen Qing had difficulty breathing, and instinctively leaned forward, approaching Song Xuan.
He looked up into Song Xuan's eyes and apologized again: "I'm sorry..."
Song Xuan's eyes unconsciously fell on Wen Qing's lips which opened and closed.
He unconsciously raised his hand, and the moment he touched Wen Qing's lips, Song Xuan came back to his senses, and pinched Wen Qing's face with his fingertips instead.
Song Xuan's strength was unexpectedly great, Wen Qing's cheeks ached, and water vapor slowly formed in his eyes.
He was debating whether to use props or not, and the cooldown time was three days.
Even if Song Xuan is dealt with now, he will still suffer when he recovers.
After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan dimly, and asked vaguely: "You, what do you think should be done?"
Warm breath brushed against his cheeks, Song Xuan half closed his eyes, staring straight at the looming tip of his tongue.
The anger in Song Xuan's heart became more and more intense, he pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and there was only one thought in his mind.
Really coquettish.
"Are you gay?"
Wen Qing was startled, and looked at Song Xuan blankly: "I, I..."
The word "No" lingered on his lips, and he couldn't say it for a long time.
Suddenly, there were footsteps and loud conversations from other boys outside the door.
"Have you finished washing?"
"So fast?"
"Are you fucking bird rubbing? So slow?"
...
A clear conversation came from outside the door, and footsteps gradually approached and stopped outside the door.
Although the door was closed, it was not locked and was pushed open by the boys outside.
Wen Qing glimpsed the yellow hair and red hair from the corner of his eye.
Three or four boys squeezed together at the door. After seeing the postures and movements of the two people in the dormitory, they were all taken aback, and their voices stopped abruptly.
Wen Qing felt that Song Xuan pinched her face a little less.
"This kid..." Huang Mao at the door stared at Wen Qing for a while, then continued, "A transfer student."
"Brother Song, is it time already?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes fluttered, when and when
Song Xuan didn't open his mouth, another younger brother patted Huang Mao's head and scolded, "Do you have to wait for what Brother Song wants to do?"
Huang Mao quickly responded, "Yes, yes, yes."
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing's panicked eyes, and felt itchy in his heart.
He let go of his hands, put his right leg between Wen Qing's legs, and slowly bent his knees.
This action made Wen Qing unable to leave the table behind him at all, the only thing he could do was to lean back.
Song Xuan looked down at the loose coat on Wen Qing's body, and asked lightly, "You're gay, right?"
"Like being watched?"
Song Xuan tapped lightly on the table with his fingertips, and asked lightly, "Did you take it off yourself?"
"Or should I let them pick it up?"
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at the people at the door.
They looked at themselves with playful faces, obviously not surprised by this kind of thing, and even booed: "Take off quickly."
"What's there to hide?"
"It's not a woman, is it?"
...
"I, I take it off myself." Wen Qing gritted his teeth and slowly raised his hand.
Anyway, I still have a coat on.
While paying attention to the reactions of several people, he prepared to look for a chance to escape.
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing closely, watching him raise his hand, his sleeves slid down, revealing a thin white wrist.
Under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, it seems to be glowing, firmly attracting the attention of others.
The laughter and booing gradually subsided, and they didn't know why, they just watched Wen Qing's movements.
Extremely ordinary movements, but people can't move their eyes, and their mouths are dry.
Seeing that Wen Qing didn't urge himself, the movements of his hands became slower and slower.
He pinched the zipper on his chest and slowly pulled it down.
He was very nervous, and his Adam's apple slid up and down unconsciously.
Song Xuan's gaze slowly moved from Wen Qing's wrist to his Adam's apple.
He couldn't help recalling Wen Qing's soft voice just now in his mind.
If the Adam's apple is bitten by someone, it should be even louder...
Wen Qing didn't know what Song Xuan was thinking, his eyelashes trembled, he pulled the zipper to the bottom, and slowly took off his coat.
He was wearing a T-shirt, which was also a loose fit, which made his arms whiter and thinner.
The collar of the T-shirt was a little askew, revealing half of the collarbone.
From Song Xuan's perspective, Wen Qing's white and smooth chest could be vaguely undulated, as if she was frightened.
Wen gently put the jacket on the table slowly, and the zipper hit the table, making a slight sound.
The little brothers came back to their senses, and said dryly:
"Taking off your coat is also called undressing?"
"Transfer student, don't be shy."
"Go on, brothers are waiting."
...
Hearing the chirping voices of the younger brothers, Song Xuan couldn't help becoming irritable.
With a gloomy face, he kicked the nearest Huangmao, and said coldly, "Did you beep?"
Huang Mao was kicked to the ground, with a light gray shoe print on his chest, he fell to the ground and quickly fell silent.
Seeing this, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled even more. He tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, thinking, Song Xuan's temper is really bad.
In the next second, Wen Qing was pushed by Song Xuan.
He staggered slightly and almost fell, but fortunately he reached out to hold the table in time.
Looking at his whitish fingertips, Song Xuan kicked the basketball beside him impatiently, and said with a sneer, "You really fucking took it off?"
"Hurry up and get out."
Wen Qing stood firm, turned her head and walked out.
No matter what the psycho is thinking, he can go anyway.
Wen Qing ran out without looking back.
Little brothers, you look at me, I look at you, dare not make a sound, and look at Song Xuan cautiously.
Song Xuan glanced at them coldly: "Who the hell wants to see a gay guy?"
*****
Because of Song Xuan's matter, Wen Qing didn't even have the appetite to go to the cafeteria to eat.
I bought a bottle of milk from the vending machine downstairs in the dormitory and went straight to the classroom.
The school does not enforce evening self-study, and there are not many students in the teaching building at night.
Wen Qing walked into the first floor, and saw Fu Ranxiu in front of him.
After hesitating for a moment, he quickly ran forward and shouted, "Squad leader."
Fu Ranxiu didn't seem to hear, and continued to walk forward.
Wen Qing walked behind him and quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Squad leader."
Fu Ranxiu paused, glanced at Wen Qing's fingers, and raised his eyelids: "What's the matter?"
Meeting his dark eyes, Wen Qing quickly let go of her hand and said nervously: "I, I want to change the dormitory."
Fu Ranxiu didn't ask the reason, but just spit out two words: "No."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then continued: "But me and..."
Before he finished speaking, Fu Ranxiu said again: "No."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, but he hadn't given a reason yet.
Why not let him change dormitories
He frowned slightly, hesitating whether to discuss with the teacher.
So far, except for a class of students, the school is quite normal, the teacher should take care of it, right
Seemingly seeing Wen Qing's thoughts, Fu Ranxiu said coldly: "I have the final say on the affairs of the first class."
After speaking, he turned around and went straight upstairs.
Wen Qing stared blankly at Fu Ranxiu's back.
Are you so arrogant
He didn't believe in evil, and after walking to the fourth floor, he didn't go to the classroom, but went to the office in the opposite direction.
Walking to the door of the office, he suddenly remembered that he still didn't know who the head teacher of class one was.
The teacher in the afternoon did not introduce himself as the head teacher.
After hesitating at the door for a while, a student came out of the office.
Wen Qing said in a low voice: "Student, do you know who the head teacher of Class 1 is?"
The classmate turned to look at him: "There is no class teacher in class one."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then asked again: "Then who is in charge of handling the affairs of the first class?"
The classmate said as a matter of course: "Of course it is the monitor."
Wen Qing didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Isn't there a teacher in charge of the monitor?"
The classmate looked at him strangely, and for the sake of Wen Qing's face, he said a few more words: "The grades in class one are so good, the teacher doesn't care."
"I wish the monitor could take good care of Class One and save a class teacher. You are a transfer student, so if you need anything, just go to the monitor."
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, understanding the meaning of Fu Ranxiu's words.
He thanked his classmates in a low voice and walked slowly to the classroom.
"Wen Meng."
"Wen Meng."
It wasn't until Zhang Yang walked in front of him that Wen Qing realized that he was calling himself just now.
Wen Qing nodded to him.
Zhang Yang walked beside him, and said carelessly, "I thought you were that Wen Qing at first."
Wen lightly paused.
Zhang Yang didn't think too much, he glanced around and saw that there was no one else in the corridor, so he lowered his voice and said to Wen Qing, "Don't you know?"
"Many people on the forum are offering rewards to Wen Qing."
"Male, he looks good."
Wen Qing turned her head to look at Zhang Yang, seeing that he really didn't doubt herself at all, and asked tentatively, "Don't you suspect that I'm a pseudonym?"
Zhang Yang smiled: "In this copy of the real-name system, how do you get a pseudonym?"
Wen Qing was puzzled: "What real-name system?"
Zhang Yang did not explain, but asked him: "You are not a newcomer, are you?"
Wen shook his head lightly, and said vaguely: "It's been a few copies."
Zhang Yang snorted, "That's quite new."
After finishing speaking, he explained: "It's like a copy of this kind of school, hotel, etc., which requires identity verification. If you use a fake name, you won't be able to enroll and check in."
"You can only be kicked out of the copy."
"If you get kicked out, you will die."
Wen blinked lightly, he knew the consequences of being expelled from the dungeon.
So renaming the card is useful.
Did Jiang Yan change his name to Ka on purpose