Wen Qing stopped in his tracks abruptly, his heart skipping a beat in shock.

He turned his head nervously and met Fu Ranxiu's eyes.

Fu Ranxiu's eyes were dark and bottomless, without any emotion. He just looked at him quietly, stating a fact.

Wen Qing pinched her palms and lowered her eyes, afraid that her panic would be seen.

How did Fu Ranxiu know that he touched it?

He clearly put everything back where it belonged...

"Wen Meng." Fu Ranxiu called his name with a cold tone.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she said slowly: "I, I... wiped it."

"After cutting your nails, you didn't wipe the table."

As he spoke, Wen Qing slowly straightened his back, thinking, this is a reasonable excuse.

Fu Ranxiu did not wipe the table, and it is possible that his nails accidentally splashed onto Fu Ranxiu's table.

Wen Qing raised his eyes cautiously and looked at Fu Ranxiu.

Fu Ranxiu stared at him and said slowly: "Wipe it again."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Fu Ranxiu raised his chin slightly, tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, and repeated, "Wipe it the same way you did it last time. Wipe it again now."

In order to dispel his suspicion, Wen Qing took a tissue and began to wipe the table.

Start from the corner and work your way up little by little.

Fu Ranxiu half closed his eyes and watched Wen Qing's white and tender fingers sliding on the table. The fingertips touched the table, and the fingers bent into a beautiful arc.

The fingertips were compressed, revealing faint pink and red colors, making the hand even more attractive.

Fu Ranxiu's fingers slowly stroked the table top, and the cold wooden table top slightly relieved the restlessness in his heart.

He stared at Wen Qing's fingers, watching her pick up the angel sculpture, her long, white fingers holding the dead white ornament.

Under the incandescent light, Wen Qing's skin is delicate, with a healthy and vivid milky white color, which is obviously different from the white of the sculpture.

Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips and pressed his fingertips on the table, as if he was touching that hand through the air.

Wen Qing demonstrated the procedure of wiping the table as quickly as possible and said to Fu Ranxiu quickly, "That's it."

When he turned his head, he saw Fu Ranxiu staring at his hand.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously turned his hands behind his back.

His heart was beating fast, and he couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Fu Ranxiu deliberately asked him to clean the table? !

Wen Qing stuttered as she reminded Fu Ranxiu, "Just wipe it like this."

Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids, glanced at the tissue he left on the table, and said slowly, "Paper."

Wen Qing quickly reached out and threw the tissue into the trash can, pinching his palm and said, "Then I threw the trash away."

Fu Ranxiu hummed lightly.

Wen Qing blinked, wondering whether this meant he believed it or not.

The next second, Fu Ranxiu suddenly grabbed his hand.

Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and immediately retracted his hand. He didn't expect that Fu Ranxiu looked thin but was extremely strong. He couldn't struggle at all and his wrist hurt instead.

"Don't move." Fu Ranxiu said in a deep voice.

Of course Wen Qing ignored him and raised his other hand, wanting to hit someone, but then he saw Fu Ranxiu stroking his fingers and gently prying them apart.

"Don't pinch your hands." Fu Ranxiu said.

Wen Qing paused, followed his gaze, and saw a crescent-like mark on the palm of her hand.

Fu Ranxiu: "You have bad habits."

Feeling the force on his wrist loosen a little, Wen Qing immediately withdrew his hand.

Fu Ranxiu did not make any other moves. It seemed that his sudden behavior just now was just to stop him from pinching his palm.

Wen Qing quickly put his hands into his trouser pockets.

Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu said lightly: "I like your hands."

Wen Qing didn't say anything, but thought silently. He saw through it.

Fu Ranxiu continued: "You should have a lot of questions."

Wen Qing was startled and looked up at him.

Fu Ranxiu stared at him quietly, his eyes slowly moving down to his exposed wrist.

He glanced and looked away.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and understood the hidden meaning of his words.

Fu Ranxiu was hinting at him to make a deal.

Jiang Yan's naughty words immediately popped up in Wen Qing's mind.

His body froze, and he neither agreed nor refused. He said dryly, "I, I'm going to do the laundry."

After saying that, he picked up the clothes he had changed yesterday and ran into the bathroom.

Wen Qing stood in front of the washstand, looking down at her hands.

No matter how you look at it, they look like a pair of ordinary hands.

He had never met anyone who was obsessed with hands before, so he didn't understand their psychology or what they liked.

After thinking for a while, he asked 001 in his mind: [System, do you know hand control? ]

001: [Yes.]

Wen Qing asked tentatively: [Can you tell me the specific meaning? Just like the suspension bridge effect last time. ]

001: [Hand control refers to a complex in which one has a special liking for the opponent. ]

It's the same as saying nothing.

Wen Qing asked again: [Is there an example of this complex? ]

For example, do you want to look, touch, or do something else?

001: [It depends on the person. ]

Wen Qing said "oh" and tilted his head to look at the door.

The bathroom door is made of wood, and the upper part is frosted, so you can't see outside from the inside, and you can't see inside from the outside.

Wen Qing withdrew his gaze and wondered whether Fu Ranxiu, who seemed quite abstinent, simply wanted to see his hands?

After washing the clothes, Wen Qing walked out of the bathroom, and Fu Ranxiu was no longer in the dormitory.

Wen Qing sat down in his seat, looking at the clock hanging on the dormitory wall, and asked questions after simulating the use of the victim's halo.

He has a lot of questions and is afraid that he will be too late.

After the first round of simulation, the time limit was three minutes.

Wen Qingwei frowned slightly. He could adjust his own speaking speed, but he couldn't control Fu Ranxiu's speaking speed.

Wen Qing held his chin, took out a pen and paper, and reorganized his words.

Halfway through writing, I suddenly remembered something and asked: [System, if I use the Victim Aura and the five-minute effect time is over, will the other party feel abnormal? ]

If he fails to complete the advanced task by the time the victim's halo expires, he will be in trouble!

Wen Qing asked in detail: [Will he notice what I did to him? ]

001: [No.]

001: [The other party will think that this is something he wants to do from the bottom of his heart. ]

Wen breathed a sigh of relief: [That’s good. ]

Not long after, the bell for evening study rang.

The dormitory building is still noisy, most of the students are playing in the dormitory, which is more like a college dormitory than a high school dormitory.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

“Boom boom boom—”

Wen Qing paused, walked to the door, and asked quickly: "Who is it?"

"Me." Zhang Yang's voice came from outside the door.

Wen Qing quickly opened the door.

Zhang Yang yawned. Although he knew that the students in Class 1 should not be there at this time, he still looked inside and asked, "Is your roommate not here?"

Wen nodded gently.

Zhang Yang walked into Room 401 and closed the door.

He sat down on an empty chair and said directly to Wen Qing: "I met students from other classes when I returned to the dormitory this afternoon."

"They were all pretty normal. One even asked me if I wanted to go to the infirmary."

"I just asked about Class 1," Zhang Yang paused and continued, "They all said the same thing. The students in Class 1 not only have good grades, but are also nice people and very united. Blah blah blah."

Wen Wei was slightly startled, then nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that too."

He briefly recounted what happened in the textbook during the day and the conversation with the students in Class 6.

After listening to this, Zhang Yang stroked his chin and muttered, "These bastards are really good at hiding."

"I asked them and they said that in the past three years, from the first year to the third year of high school, there has been no bad news about the students in Class 1. There have been quite a few students who transferred to Class 1, but they transferred away again after a while."

"But I've never heard of them bullying transfer students."

Wen Qing pursed his lips: "Hasn't anyone said that?"

Zhang Yang: "I guess no one would believe it. Those bastards pretend to be decent people."

At this point, he couldn't help but scold his roommate for a while, and then continued: "By the way, I also asked another question."

"The guy sitting behind you has a bad temper, right? And the gang of hooligans in the classroom, they all come from wealthy families, unlike other schools that recruit poor students."

"One of them seemed to be very famous in junior high school. He was a well-known school bully in the area and fought all the time. But after he joined Class 1, he behaved very well."

"Song what was his name?" Zhang Yang scratched his head, unable to remember the man's name. "Anyway, his surname is Song."

Wen Qing asked, "Is it Song Xuan?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly, and added, "The yellow-haired guys are all his subordinates. They listen to him."

"Since these guys joined Class 1 in the first year of high school, they no longer bully others as they did in junior high school. Instead, they do... well, that's a good thing."

Zhang Yang: "Today, they beat up a pervert who peeped into the girls' dormitory and stole clothes. They sent him to the infirmary after beating him up. When I returned to the dormitory this afternoon, I happened to see his parents packing their luggage. It seemed like he was going to drop out of school."

Wen Qing was stunned, so the person that Song Xuan and Huang Mao beat up really had a problem.

He couldn't help but ask, "Is it because that person bullied the girls in class 1? Or is it because that person has a problem?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "The few people I asked didn't know either, they just said that many girls were victimized."

"But why did these little hooligans change their gender after entering high school? This is too weird."

Wen Qing was curious: "Did you ask?"

"I asked, and they said it's been like this since they entered high school," Zhang Yang pondered for a moment and asked, "Could it be that the class monitor did something?"

As he spoke, he looked at the table and chairs beside him and asked Wen Qing: "Have you looked through his things?"

Wen Qing nodded slowly: "There's nothing unusual on the table, and nothing else."

Zhang Yang stood up and walked quickly to a closet: "Is this the squad leader?"

Wen nodded lightly and said quickly, "He can see that someone has touched his things."

"So vigilant?" Zhang Yang frowned, opened the closet, and without rummaging through it, just took a look.

There were several sets of school uniforms, underwear, socks, etc. There wasn't much stuff and everything was visible.

Zhang Yang closed the closet door and looked at the bed again. It was neat and tidy, and there was nothing special to be seen from the surface.

He turned his head and asked Wen Qing: "Do you feel anything wrong in this room?"

Wen Qing shook his head honestly: "Not yet."

Zhang Yang sighed; "Then we can only wait and see."

"I wonder if those bastards in 406 will cause trouble tonight. You better be careful, squad leader."

Wen Qing responded.

After another hour of discussion, the two still had no clue except that one group of students was targeting the transfer student.

Zhang Yang had his meal and went back to the dormitory to catch up on his sleep, worried that he would not be able to sleep well that night.

Wen Qing didn't think much about it at first, because of Zhang Yang's words, he went to bed and slept for a while after washing up.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard footsteps in a daze.

Someone is coming.

Wen Qing woke up instantly, sat up abruptly, and stared blankly at the person standing beside the bed.

It’s Fu Ranxiu.

He looked like he had just taken a shower, his whole body was oozing with moisture, his black hair was wet, the rimless glasses on his nose were also stained with a little mist, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, revealing a hint of abstinence.

Noticing Wen Qing's gaze, he turned his head indifferently. Seeing Wen Qing staring at him, he asked, "Have you considered it?"

Wen Qing's brain was still a little dull, and he blurted out: "What do you want to do?"

Fu Ranxiu said calmly: "Fair trade."

"What do you want to know?"

Listening to Fu Ranxiu's cold voice, Wen Qing's mind slowly started to work.

He thought about it and asked tentatively: "Why do you want to bully the transfer student?"

Fu Ranxiu's expression remained unchanged, as if he had already guessed that this question would be asked.

He lifted his eyelids and directly stated the content of the deal: "Touch me."