The expressions on the faces of the dozen or so people in the class were slightly different, but their eyes seemed to be cast in the same mold, looking at Zhang Yang gloomily.

The air was deathly silent, and a nauseating, thick smell of paint lingered at the tip of the nose, stimulating the senses.

Zhang Yang's face turned pale.

He slowed down, rolled up his sleeves stiffly, and thought, it's better to lose the fight than the battle.

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, raised his voice, and questioned Shouzhugan with great force: "Didn't you lock me up in there?!"

His voice was hoarse, and at this moment he spoke in a hoarse voice like an old bellows, rough but with a hint of sharpness.

Hearing this, a smile gradually appeared on the thin bamboo pole's face, as if he was enjoying the farce. He turned back to his previous playful and smiling face: "Who locked you up?"

"Don't wrongly accuse a good person. Why would I lock you up for no reason?"

The others nodded in agreement, "Yeah, why would he lock you up?"

"Did you have a quarrel?"

"We didn't quarrel, aren't we?"

"You didn't wander off on your own and get locked in, did you?"

…………

Everyone was talking at once, and their words were all in favor of Skinny Bamboo Pole.

"It was obviously you this morning..." Zhang Yang's voice became lower and lower, and he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

No matter what he said, it was useless.

The students in the class were obviously in the same group.

Zhang Yang held the shovel tightly, breathing heavily, and calmed himself down.

Everyone was looking at Zhang Yang, watching the anger on his face gradually disappear. It seemed that he understood. They didn't take it seriously and said with a smile:

"Be more careful next time, transfer student."

"We came here to rescue you out of kindness, otherwise you might have to be locked up for a few more days."

"Yeah, yeah, if you don't want to thank us, just forget it, but why are you still slandering us?"

"A great man does not bear grudge against a small man."

…………

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu standing beside her.

He stood at the entrance of the gymnasium, with the light behind him, half of his face shrouded in shadow, and the other half with cold eyebrows and eyes, watching the scene in front of him without any emotion.

Fu Ranxiu did not agree with the others, nor did he stop them. He just watched quietly, as if he was indifferent, but also as if he condoned such a thing.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and subconsciously pinched her palms.

"How did you students get in?!"

Suddenly, a man in security uniform walked past the door and shouted to everyone, "Come out quickly."

Seeing that it was a security guard, the group of students said nothing and did nothing, and hurriedly walked out.

Wen Qing quickly walked to Zhang Yang's side and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Yang exhaled, and his whole body relaxed instantly. He looked listless and said in a hoarse voice, "Nothing's wrong, I just have a headache. I've been smelling paint for a long time."

Seeing Wen Qing trying to help him, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "I can still walk, these muscles are not grown for nothing."

Wen nodded lightly and looked up at the people outside the gym.

The security guard stood in front of a group of students, frowned and scolded: "The gymnasium has been closed for the past two days. Didn't your teacher tell you?"

"If something happens in there, who will be responsible for it?"

The skinny carp quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, uncle."

He said to the security guard apologetically, "We are here to look for someone."

"A classmate walked in accidentally."

Other students also quickly said, "Uncle, we are fine."

"Uncle, we will pay attention to it next time."

"I won't do that next time."

…………

Everyone kept saying "uncle" and "sorry" and the security guard relaxed. He sighed, waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, hurry up and go to class."

"Thank you, uncle."

"Goodbye, uncle."

After expressing their thanks, they walked towards the playground, playing and laughing.

Wen Qing blinked and thought, polite, proactive in admitting mistakes, lively and cheerful, these students in Class 1 seemed like true top students when facing others.

The security guard glanced at Wen Qing and others who were slowly walking out of the gymnasium, turned around and left without saying anything.

Zhang Yang sat down on the steps at the door, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said to Wen Qing and the others, "It was Wang Feng who tricked me here."

"It was the thin guy who opened the door just now," he paused and described what happened in detail, "I met him on the way back to the classroom after changing into school uniform this morning. He said that the first class was changed to physical education and he had to go to the gymnasium."

"I didn't think much about it and followed him to the gym. When he opened the door and saw the mess inside, I realized I had been cheated."

"You were too slow. He has already locked the door."

Zhang Yang licked his dry, chapped lips and continued, "And then no one could hear me even if I screamed at the top of my lungs."

"I finally understand. These bastards have been trying to mess with me since yesterday, so they all look at me like that."

"How are your roommates?" Zhang Yang asked, and then added, "You saw the looks in their eyes just now. I feel like something is wrong with the whole class now."

"My roommates," Xu Yuan said hesitantly, "were quite normal yesterday. They took me to the cafeteria for dinner."

"You started playing tricks on me this morning."

After saying that, she looked at Chen Jing.

"Me too. I was fine yesterday." Chen Jing thought for a moment, her face turning grim. "This morning I couldn't find my toothbrush, so they gave me a new one. It had a weird smell... I didn't think much of it at the time."

Zhang Yang cursed under his breath and looked at Wen Qing and Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan shook his head: "I didn't have any contact with them. I was the last one to go back to the dormitory to sleep and the first one to get up."

Wen Qing told the truth: "My roommate is the class monitor. He didn't do anything to me. He just read books in the dormitory."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at Wen Qingli's beautiful eyes meaningfully.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and thought of Song Xuan again.

Song Xuan was also his roommate...

Wen Qing said, "There is another roommate who doesn't live on campus. He, he bullies me a little bit."

As he spoke, he remembered what Huangmao said yesterday, and quickly said, "I heard someone ask my roommate yesterday if it was time."

Zhang Yang was puzzled: "When will it arrive?"

"I don't know, they didn't say," Wen Qing pursed his lips and analyzed, "Judging from what happened today, are they waiting for the right time to bully us?"

When I introduced myself yesterday, the look in the students’ eyes seemed like they were selecting prey and preparing to attack.

Girls are easier to bully than boys.

Compared to the tall Jiang Yan, the thin one is easier to bully.

"That makes sense." Zhang Yang nodded and tugged at the grass beside him irritably. "Damn it, if they were all monsters, I would kill them one by one—"

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at him.

"I almost forgot." Zhang Yang's face changed and he said seriously, "This morning, I found that I couldn't use the props."

"You can't use props on Wang Feng, and you can't use props to leave that room."

"I don't know if it's because of Wang Feng or if it's the same for everyone else," Zhang Yang asked, "Have you ever used props?"

Except for Wen Qing, everyone shook their heads.

The four people's eyes fell on Wen Qing.

Wen Qing said slowly, "I used it on Song Xuan...my roommate who doesn't live on campus."

“Yes.”

He didn't say what the prop was, and no one else asked, because props are personal things.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Is there something wrong with Wang Feng?"

"I'll find another chance to try later."

Wen nodded gently.

Zhang Yang stood up and suggested, "These people have huddled together, so why don't we do the same and take care of each other."

"Otherwise it's too dangerous."

Today it’s Zhang Yang, and I don’t know who will be the next.

No one objected.

Because the dormitories are separate, after a brief discussion it was decided that boys and girls would take care of each other in the dormitory and not be divided by gender in the classroom.

Several people sat at the dormitory door for a while. Zhang Yang felt unwell, so he went back to the dormitory to rest.

Chen Jing and Xu Yuan went to the toilet together.

Wen Qing and Jiang Yan walked towards the basketball court and looked at the others from the fence.

The boys in Class 1 were playing basketball on the basketball court, while the girls were playing on the badminton court and tennis court on the other side.

Normally, I am taking physical education class.

Wen Qing blinked, just in time to see the basketball thrown by the skinny bamboo pole, that is, Wang Feng, hit a passerby.

Wang Feng's face changed, and he quickly ran over to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

His teammates also rushed forward and asked with concern: "Classmate, are you okay?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Let's go to the infirmary."

…………

Wen Qing pursed her lips and glanced at the person who was hit.

He is not a student in the same class. He looks quite young, maybe a freshman in high school.

Wen Qing tilted his head to look at Jiang Yan and said hesitantly, "They seem to only be malicious towards transfer students."

To intentionally bully or make fun of someone.

No matter their names, it seems that the players only have the code name of a transfer student.

As long as it doesn't involve transfer students, their words and actions are normal.

Jiang Yan hummed: "It should be related to improving grades."

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly: "Will bullying us improve your grades?"

"It's almost certain," Jiang Yan leaned on the guardrail with both hands, lazily basking in the sun, "After all, it's a strange copy, so someone must have done something."

Fu Ranxiu's face popped up in Wen Qing's mind.

Fu Ranxiu is different from others, he also studies religious books...

No matter how Wen Qing thought about it, she felt that it was all because of Fu Ranxiu.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan glanced at it, holding the note between his fingers, and curved his red lips: "Hmm? Love letter?"

Wen Qing was silent for a moment: "It's the title of the book."

He leaned close to Jiang Yan's ear and said in a low voice, "I suspect the squad leader is doing some weird ritual."

"He has been reading religious books in his dorm."

"These are the names I wrote down. I don't understand them. Do you recognize them?"

Jiang Yan unfolded the note, glanced at it casually, put the note back into Wen Qing's pocket, and said softly: "Arabic, Thai, Tibetan..."

"These books are about the relationship between myths and historical development in various countries. They are not purely religious books."

Wen Qing stared at Jiang Yan blankly. He didn't expect that Jiang Yan knew so many languages.

Feeling his gaze, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, eyes smiling: "Are you going to fall in love with me?"

Wen Qing: "...That's not the case yet."

Jiang Yan blinked: "I will continue to work hard."

Wen Qing wanted to say that there was no need to work hard, but then he thought that Jiang Yan was joking with him again, and if he replied seriously he would definitely be laughed at, so he swallowed the words back.

Wen Qing asked again: "Have you read these books?"

Jiang Yan shook his head: "I've heard of it, it's quite famous."

"It's a little surprising that a high school student would read this kind of book."

He tapped the railing lightly with his fingertips, looked at Fu Ranxiu standing under a tree in the distance, and narrowed his eyes.

"He really didn't do anything to you?"

Wen Qing thought Jiang Yan was asking him about memorizing the title of the book, so he blinked and whispered, "I copied it secretly while the monitor was taking a shower, so he didn't know."

Jiang Yan chuckled: "That's not it."

He tilted his head to stare at Wen Qing's pretty face, and raised the corners of his lips: "Why would he help you find Zhang Yang?"

Wen Qing was stunned: "How do you know?"

How do you know you found it for him?

"It's not hard to guess," Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, looked at Wen Wei's slightly raised lips, and asked again, "He really didn't do anything?"

Wen Qing shook his head slowly.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes: "What did he do?"

"He..." Wen Qing stretched out his hand and placed it under Jiang Yan's eyes.

Jiang Yan looked at his slender hands: "He did it with your hands?"

Wen Qing: “???”