Something is bound to happen over the weekend.

Fu Ranxiu is asking the players and everyone to prepare in advance.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she clenched her palms.

"Ding-ling-ling——" the bell rang, marking the end of evening self-study.

Everyone rushed out of the classroom, laughing, their voices much louder than usual, and they looked extremely excited.

Compared to holidays, they look forward to weekends more.

Fu Ranxiu on the podium organized the test papers, turned around and left the classroom.

Wen Qing sat in his seat for a long time. After everyone had left and only a few players were left in the classroom, he slowly stood up and walked towards the others.

Zhang Yang kicked his deskmate's chair and cursed, "Damn it, they're definitely going to cause trouble this weekend."

Wen nodded gently.

Xu Yuan and Chen Jing turned pale and couldn't help asking, "What should we do?"

Zhang Yang scratched his hair in annoyance: "The props can't be used, and I don't know what will happen."

"Damn it, why don't we just arrest a native and interrogate him."

Jiang Yan yawned and said lazily, "Except for Fu Ranxiu, everyone else is in a group, no one is alone."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. He had not observed it so carefully, but when Jiang Yan said it now, he recalled that this was indeed the case.

Zhang Yang looked at the two girls, then at Wen Qing's thin arms and legs, then turned to ask Jiang Yan: "Can the two of us handle one?"

Jiang Yan chuckled: "It's possible, but some things can't be solved by brute force."

“Even if they wanted to, could they really say it?”

Zhang Yang's expression changed.

Jiang Yan glanced at the expressions of the people around him, turned around and said, "Instead of daydreaming now, it's better to prepare what we'll need when the time comes."

"I went to the supermarket."

There are no clues at the moment, and guessing is useless and just a waste of time.

Wen Qingbian also went to the supermarket.

We had a holiday on Friday, and there were very few people in the supermarket on Thursday night. There were only a few students buying supper, and there was only one auntie in charge of the cash register.

Wen Qing bought some portable items like biscuits and chocolates, and walked around the supermarket for a long time, but couldn't find any medicines like bandages or Yunnan Baiyao.

He walked to the cashier and asked the aunt who was eating sunflower seeds: "Auntie, is there no medicine in the supermarket?"

Auntie wondered, “Band-Aid?”

Wen Qing shook his head: "No, other ordinary trauma medicine."

The aunt was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You have to go to the infirmary to buy it. We don't sell it here."

Wen Qing responded and was about to say something when a strong smell of perfume suddenly wafted from behind him.

It’s the smell of Jiang Yan’s perfume.

The next second, there was a hand on Wen Qing's shoulder, and Jiang Yan's smiling voice rang in his ears: "Wen Meng, I saw it."

"What did you see?" Wen Qing asked, tilting his head.

Jiang Yan didn't answer, but pulled him behind a shelf not far away, raised his chin slightly, and motioned him to look towards the cashier counter.

Wen Qing looked up and saw Wang Feng and three or four other students walking into the supermarket.

They gathered around the cashier and said with a smile, "Auntie, we are here."

"Auntie, did you bring your things?"

"I brought it here," the aunt took out a piece of newspaper, put it on the table, and reminded them, "Be careful, don't cut your hands when cutting the fruit."

"I know."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'm a good knife thief."

"I have been helping my mother cook at home."

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Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he looked carefully at the piece of newspaper, vaguely seeing several black knife handles.

Is it a knife?

Wang Feng stuffed the newspaper into his schoolbag and asked the cashier with a smile, "Auntie, we will return it to you after we wash it on Monday."

The cashier nodded and said helplessly: "It's the weekend, why don't you go home and have a good rest."

Another male classmate laughed and said, "You have to study hard."

"The college entrance examination will be held in a few months."

Hearing this, the cashier waved her hand and said, "Alright, alright, go back to the dormitory and have a rest."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

"Thank you, Auntie. Goodbye, Auntie."

"See you on Monday, Auntie."

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When they were no longer visible, Wen Qing asked Jiang Yan in a low voice: "Those are knives, right?"

Jiang Yan lazily responded: "This is not sold in the supermarket."

"These guys are quite popular. This aunt is actually willing to help them."

Wen Qing frowned and walked to the cashier: "Auntie, check out."

After that, he casually asked, "Auntie, does the school still have classes on weekends?"

The aunt scanned the code and nodded: "Yes, don't you know?"

"Class 1, Grade 3."

"The time is tight for senior high school students, and the Education Bureau does not allow make-up classes, so the school lets them study on their own at school."

As she spoke, Auntie looked at Wen Qing suspiciously: "Why do you ask this?"

Jiang Yan walked forward and looked at Wen Qing with a smile: "I'm curious too, why are you asking this suddenly?"

Wen Qing quietly glared at Jiang Yan, then turned his head and said to his aunt, "Um... I'm in the first year of high school, and I heard that the third year students don't have weekends off."

The aunt took a look at Wen Qing's face. Wen Qing had fair skin, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and looked young and tender.

The aunt did not suspect that Wen Qing was lying, and said with a smile: "There is only one class in the entire senior year who stayed in school to study, and the other classes are still on vacation as usual."

Wen Qing asked curiously: "Why?"

Auntie shook her head: "How would I know? I just heard that the students in Class 1 have the best grades, so it's normal for them to spend more time studying."

Wen Qing asked hesitantly, "Are the teachers here on the weekend?"

"Of course not," Auntie motioned for Wen Qing to swipe his card to pay, and while packing his groceries, she said, "The whole school is on holiday, so the cafeteria is not open. Oh, no, the security guards at the front and back doors are still here."

"But even if the security guards aren't here, the top students in Class 1 won't leave the school. I've only heard that there are a few restless transfer students who want to run away from the school."

Transfer student?

Wen Wei was slightly startled and asked quickly: "Then what?"

"Then?" The cashier looked at Wen Qing strangely, "He was sent back to the classroom, or taken back to the classroom by the class monitor."

"I don't know."

Wen Qing pursed her lips. In this school, the cashiers and security guards would definitely believe what the class of students said instead of just a few players like them.

Those knives...

Their excited expressions...

Wen Qing's face turned slightly pale. Could he be going to kill someone?

The aunt handed him the bag. Seeing that Wen Qing looked unhappy, she frowned and asked with concern, "Classmate, are you sick?"

Wen Qing pulled the corner of his mouth: "No."

Jiang Yan chuckled and said to his aunt with a smile, "I just told him a ghost story and he got scared."

The aunt glanced at Wen Qing and said helplessly, "You students just like to talk nonsense late at night and scare yourselves."

Jiang Yan nodded and asked with a smile: "Auntie, is it true that a transfer student died?"

Auntie thought they were talking about the ghost story about the transfer student and shook her head, "I haven't heard of it."

"I have seen transfer students being expelled before. It seems that they were expelled because they were making trouble on the weekend and wanted to run away."

Wen Qing pursed her lips. If they were expelled from school, they would be doomed.

"Thank you, Auntie." Jiang Yan took the things from Auntie's hand, hooked his arm around Wen Qing's shoulder and walked out.

Walking out of the supermarket, Wen Qing was still pondering what his aunt had said.

They cannot leave school and can only stay in school.

There are no teachers in the weekend school, and even if there are, they are biased towards one group of students.

The school on weekends is a playground for Class 1.

Wen Qing pinched his palms and lowered his eyes to look at his toes.

Wang Feng and his friends were able to borrow a knife, but what could other people, such rich and powerful students like Song Xuan and Huang Mao, come up with?

Thinking of this, Wen Qing's face turned even paler. Although his endurance was much better now, his running speed was not very fast.

Jiang Yan glanced at Wen Qing, and seeing that he was scaring himself, he chuckled and said, "Didn't Auntie say that she hadn't heard of any accidents?"

Wen Qing pursed his lips and said rationally: "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean nothing happened."

"They have been so quiet these past two days, they must be waiting for the weekend."

The next second, a big hand pressed on his head and rubbed it.

Jiang Yan's lazy voice sounded: "It will definitely be safe tonight. Get a good night's sleep and recharge your energy."

Wen Qing responded quietly, thinking that he was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Jiang Yan saw what he was thinking, and curled his soft hair with his fingertips. He leaned close to his ear and said in a low voice, "If you can't sleep, we can do something happy."

“It helps with sleep.”

Wen Qing's ears felt numb and her cheeks instantly turned red: "I can sleep!"

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "If you can sleep, we can do it--"

Without waiting for him to finish, Wen Qing snatched the bag from Jiang Yan's hand and ran quickly towards the dormitory building.

Back in the dormitory, Song Xuan sat on a chair, crossed his legs, swaying casually, and played with his cell phone.

Hearing the noise at the door, Song Xuan threw his phone aside and stared at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing put down the food and water and glanced at the bathroom. There was a faint sound of water coming from inside. Fu Ranxiu should be taking a shower inside.

When he turned around, Song Xuan was still staring at him.

There was no anger, nor any strange expression. It just looked at him calmly, like a large dog squatting beside and watching its owner.

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, sat down on his chair, and asked Song Xuan tentatively: "I heard that you were a school bully in junior high school?"

Song Xuan responded and explained, "He's not a school bully, he just has a bad temper."

"Who told you that?"

Wen Qing did not answer, and continued to ask: "Why did you just... just... "

He thought for a long time before finding the right words: "Just restrained?"

Wen Qing knew it was because of Fu Ranxiu, but he wanted to hear what Song Xuan would say.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly raised: "Those pediatric things are boring."

Wen Qing understood. To Song Xuan, the pranks played by Fangfang and others and the things like Wang Feng locking people up were child's play. Perhaps he had gotten tired of them in junior high school.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she looked into Song Xuan's eyes.

Song Xuan's eyes are long and narrow, with dark pupils, and you can vaguely see a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Wen Qing's heart tightened. It seemed that Song Xuan was also looking forward to the weekend.

Before he could even ask, Song Xuan got straight to the point and said, "Want to know what's going on over the weekend?"

Wen Qing nodded hesitantly.

Song Xuan stood up, walked in front of him, put his hands on the back of Wen Qing's chair, and trapped him in the chair.

Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's eyebrows and lips and uttered two words: "Reward."

Wen Qing was silent, thinking that Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu were indeed in the same dormitory.

One wants reward, the other wants compensation.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes, a faint sweet fragrance lingered around his nose, and a warm scent filled his lips and teeth, making him thirsty and hungry.

His throat moved slightly, and he leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, his lips rubbing against her rosy earlobe, his voice slightly hoarse: "A dog will be obedient when it is fed."