Wen Qing was startled and turned his head to look at Zhang Yang: "Huh?"

Zhang Yang patted his chest and said confidently, "That must be the case. What else could be the reason?"

Wen Qing stopped and looked back at Song Xuan who was not far away.

As soon as he stopped, Song Xuan also stopped.

Song Xuan stood under the tree, his sleeves casually rolled up, with a hint of impatience between his brows, and casually kicked the pebbles at his feet.

The next second, Song Xuan raised his eyelids and looked straight at him.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she realized that the moment Song Xuan looked at her, his expression changed slightly.

Wen Qing couldn't understand his change, but he could see that the hostility in Song Xuan's eyes had obviously dissipated a lot.

He was wondering in his heart, originally thinking that Song Xuan was just a psychopath.

But after hearing what Zhang Yang said, Wen Qing began to have some doubts.

He whispered to Zhang Yang: "Is he afraid of me?"

Is that why you are so obedient?

Hearing this, Zhang Yang shook his head: "Definitely not."

"If I was afraid of you, why would I follow you? Why shouldn't I run away from you?"

"This is obviously..." Zhang Yang turned around and looked at Song Xuan. Feeling his somewhat fiery gaze, he said firmly, "This must mean that he recognizes you as his big brother."

"I understand."

Wen Qing looked at Zhang Yang's confident expression and nodded doubtfully.

Soon, the two left the path and walked into the senior high school teaching building.

As soon as I walked into the lobby on the first floor, I heard someone shouting, "Brother Song."

Wen Qing glanced and saw Huang Mao and the others running towards Song Xuan, nodding and bowing and shouting:

"Good morning, Song."

"Good morning, Brother Song."

…………

Song Xuan frowned and asked coldly, "What's the smell on you?"

Huang Mao was startled, raised his hand and smelled it, and immediately said: "This is the smell of perfume."

"The most popular men's perfume right now is called something, it smells like cedar, and it's said to be the standard for male protagonists in novels."

Song Xuan glanced at him coldly: "Get away."

“It stinks.”

After saying that, Song Xuan walked straight forward.

Huangmao and the others stood where they were, smelling each other, and only continued to move forward after walking a long distance away from Song Xuan. They were very obedient.

Looking at this familiar scene, Wen Qing fell silent.

Did Song Xuan really recognize him as his elder brother?

So you can't bear to be beaten?

Wen Qing bent his fingers and thought, it's just a few slaps...

When I went up to the fourth floor with Zhang Yang, I saw Jiang Yan leaning on the railing, smoking again.

He squinted his eyes and looked a little sleepy, as if he was smoking a cigarette to perk himself up.

Seeing Wen Qing and Zhang Yang coming, he waved to them.

Wen Qing walked forward, Jiang Yan blew out a smoke ring, and said in a sleepy voice: "Xu Yuan and Chen Jing went to the toilet together."

"Let's talk first."

"It was Christmas Eve in the girls' dormitory last night, and nothing happened."

Wen Qing said, "We too."

Jiang Yan responded lazily, dragging his voice and saying, "I also used some props."

"It doesn't work for roommates," she paused, "to be precise, it doesn't work for students in Class 1, but it works for students in other classes."

Wen Qing was stunned. Is it useless to a class of students?

Zhang Yang wondered: "Why is it okay for Song Xuan?"

"Is there something wrong with this guy? It's really strange that he's the only one who doesn't live on campus."

Zhang Yang turned sideways to look downstairs. Song Xuan was standing at the entrance of the third floor corridor, leaning lazily against the wall. He lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, playing with it openly.

Jiang Yan followed his gaze and looked down, narrowed his eyes, and called out casually: "Song Xuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuan raised his head and looked at Wen Qing.

After realizing that it was not Wen Qing who was calling him, he glanced at Zhang Yang and Jiang Yan beside him, then looked away expressionlessly.

Jiang Yan lightly tapped the cigarette butt with his fingertips, shook off the ashes, lowered his eyes and took a puff of cigarette, and said lazily: "It's useless."

"It's not Song Xuan's problem."

After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at Wen Qing: "Maybe our Wen Meng is more lovable."

Wen Qing blushed and asked quickly, "Could it be a problem with the item level?"

Jiang Yan shook his head: "No, all the props are ineffective."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Zhang Yang was a little confused and asked Wen Qing in a low voice: "What happened at that time?"

then……

Wen Qing's cheeks turned even redder, and she said vaguely, "I used it when he wasn't paying attention."

"That shouldn't be the reason," Zhang Yang glanced down and muttered, "This guy obviously wasn't on guard just now."

"Wen Meng, think about other points."

Wen Qing thought about it and the only special point was kissing.

Jiang Yan leaned against the railing, admiring Wen Qing's face, which was gradually turning red, staining her ears.

He blew out a smoke ring, extinguished the cigarette, and said aloud, "It's not about the scene."

“It’s about people.”

Jiang Yan explained slowly: "The biggest difference between the students in Class 1 and the other students is that they can improve their grades by bullying the transfer students."

"It's some unknown force, and they have ill intentions towards us."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we can't use props on them because they have bad intentions towards us."

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan in a daze.

The analysis makes sense, but does this mean that Song Xuan has no ill will towards him?

He didn't ask his doubts, but Jiang Yan saw it.

Jiang Yan raised his hand and pinched Wen Qing's face, then said with a smile: "So our Wen Meng is loved by everyone."

Song Xuan did not interrupt their conversation, but would look up from time to time.

After seeing a woman making advances towards Wen Qing, his face darkened and he went upstairs.

Song Xuan looked at Jiang Yan, raised his chin, and said with a hint of ferocity in his eyes: "Hey."

"Where are you touching?"

Jiang Yan chuckled: "Is it your business?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly poked Wen Qing's arm and said in a low voice, "Take care of your little brother."

Wen Qing frowned and looked at Song Xuan: "Go back to the classroom."

"Don't bother us."

Song Xuan said with a sour face: "She touched your face."

Wen Qing: "...None of your business."

"Go back to the classroom."

Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's expression. After seeing a hint of dissatisfaction on his face, he glanced at Jiang Yan and turned to walk towards the classroom.

Huangmao and others happened to see this scene when they went upstairs.

Several people looked at Wen Qing, then at Song Xuan's back, whispered a few words of traditional Chinese culture, and hurriedly followed.

Huang Mao rushed to Song Xuan and asked stutteringly, "Song, Song brother, what's going on?"

Song Xuan glanced at him and said lightly, "Go back to the classroom."

"No," Huang Mao said quickly, "What are you doing back in the classroom?"

"Why do you listen to that transfer student so much?"

Song Xuan kicked him and asked, "What the hell can we do in the classroom?"

The yellow-haired man staggered after being kicked, and asked tentatively: "Sleeping?"

"Are you sleepy?"

Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm too lazy to talk to you, a fool."

"Get away from me."

…………

On the other side, Zhang Yang exclaimed in amazement: "Song Xuan is such a loyal little brother."

"Defend big brother's chastity until death."

Wen Qing was silent.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Xuan who actually walked back to the classroom obediently. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhang Yang immediately explained: "After Wen Meng used the props on Song Xuan, Wen Meng beat him up."

"Isn't this just recognizing him as my big brother?"

"Brother?" Jiang Yan chuckled and looked at Wen Qing's lips thoughtfully, "He doesn't look like someone who would be obedient after a beating."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang looked at Wen Qing in surprise: "I didn't expect that you look skinny and weak, but you can beat people up so hard. One beating is worth many beatings."

Jiang Yan: “…”

Wen Qing: “…”

After chatting for a while, Xu Yuan and Chen Jing came back.

We shared some information clues and ideas with each other.

"Now it is confirmed that Fu Ranxiu is the manipulator. What should we do next?"

Zhang Yang suggested: "Those who have props should find a chance to use them on him."

"If Jiang Yan's analysis just now is correct, we can find out who he has no ill will towards, and then think of a solution."

"OK."

"good."

After discussing for another ten minutes, the five of them walked towards the classroom before the morning self-study session began.

Wen Qing and Jiang Yan walked at the end of the team.

As soon as he walked to the classroom door, Jiang Yan noticed Song Xuan looking over and looking straight at Wen Qing.

He narrowed his eyes and grabbed Wen Qing.

Jiang Yan leaned close to Wen Qing's ear and said with a smile, "Wen Meng."

His breath sprayed against my ears, causing waves of itchiness.

Wen Qing tilted her head to avoid Jiang Yan's breath, her cheeks slightly red, and asked, "What?"

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, staring at his lips opening and closing, and said slowly: "I also want to be your little brother."

Wen Qing looked confused, not understanding what Jiang Yan meant: "What little brother?"

Jiang Yan blinked and said, "I want to be your little brother like Song Xuan."

Wen Qing: "...You are a girl."

Jiang Yan hummed: "Then I will be your little sister."

Wen Qing: “…”

What a mess!

He couldn't help but ask: "Why are you talking about this suddenly?"

Jiang Yan gently hooked his hair with his fingertips, smiling: "The price of becoming my younger brother is too tempting."

"I want it, too."

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Qing heard Song Xuan's voice from the side: "Hello."

Song Xuan took two steps forward and inserted himself between Jiang Yan and Wen Qing, separating them. He said with a gloomy face:

"Wen Meng likes men."

Song Xuan looked Jiang Yan up and down, sneered, and added: "A man like me."

Wen Qing: “???”

Jiang Yan raised her red lips, looked at Song Xuan with a smile, and said in a drawling tone: "What a coincidence, I like men too."

"Wen Meng and I are a perfect match."

Wen Qing: “???”