Wen Qing lowered her eyes, recalling Jiang Yan's every move.
Jiang Yan was indeed helping him.
Could it be that she also knows Bai Tong, or is someone from Jixiang Hotel?
Just as I was thinking about it, Zhang Yang's voice rang in my ears: "Have you made any new discoveries in the past few hours?"
Wen Qing raised his head and saw Zhang Yang looking straight at him.
He pursed his lips and realized that Zhang Yang's previous overtures were probably just for the purpose of exchanging information.
Wen Qing blinked, paused, looked at the door number of Class 1, Grade 3 in front of him, and said softly, "Yes."
Zhang Yang asked: "What?"
Wen Qing: "I think the monitor is a little weird."
Zhang Yang asked curiously, "How is it so strange?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a moment, so he could only say: "I can't describe it, it just feels a little strange."
"He just said... he has the final say on matters concerning Class 1. There's no point in asking the teacher."
Zhang Yang made an exaggerated expression: "So cool?"
Wen Qing nodded and continued, "I asked students from other classes, and they also said that Fu Ranxiu is in charge of Class 1, and there is no class teacher."
"It's strange that there's no class teacher," Zhang Yang paused, and then said, "I don't think the class monitor is strange. He looks cold and like the kind of student who only cares about studying."
He looked at Wen Qing and said frankly: "Brother, since you said you think the squad leader is weird, I will tell you straight away."
"I think my roommates are weird."
"I just went back to the dormitory and took a look. They were chatting, but when they saw me come in, they stopped talking again," Zhang Yang said, raising his hand to gesture at the muscles on his arm, "and then they just stared at my muscles."
"How should I put it..."
Zhang Yang pondered for a while, and whispered to Wen Qing: "It feels like they want to eat human flesh, and they are thinking about where to start."
Wen Qing was slightly startled. Eating human flesh, Wen City...
It wasn't that he was imagining things, but these clues made him involuntarily recall the previous copy.
Seeing Wen Qing distracted, Zhang Yang smiled and patted his shoulder: "Hey, I just said that, as an example."
"Don't think like that. We still have to exchange information later."
Wen Qing blinked and came back to his senses.
He thought, this is a high school, full of students and teachers.
It is impossible to kill or eat people.
After taking two steps forward and almost reaching the classroom door, Wen Qing hesitantly asked, "Zhang Yang, is there an empty bed in your dormitory?"
"No," Zhang Yang shook his head and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing said slowly, "It seems that there is a bad student in my dormitory."
Zhang Yang's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "This is a good opportunity."
“You can focus on how his grades have improved.”
Wen Qing pursed his lips, this was a good opportunity.
He just couldn't beat Song Xuan...
Although he didn't say it, Zhang Yang could see Wen Qing's worry.
He looked at Wen Qing's thin arms and legs and asked, "Bad students are like this, they always bully the weak and fear the strong."
"Do you have any props to scare him? If you scare him, he won't dare to do anything."
Wen Qing thought about it and said nothing.
The props are quite intimidating.
But I feel the direction of the bluff is a bit off.
Zhang Yang reminded him, "Didn't you just say that the monitor has the final say on matters concerning Class 1?"
"This dungeon monitor should be very important. Let's observe it for a day first."
Wen Qing responded and lowered his head to think about how to deal with Song Xuan.
He was thinking wildly that if Song Xuan really dared to do anything, he would first use the warning of "no sex" on him and then beat Song Xuan up.
Evening self-study starts at 7 o'clock. Although it is only 6:30 now, the students have already sat in their seats, except for those of Song Xuan and his younger brothers.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to his seat.
He glanced around and saw students reading, chatting, eating...it seemed like a normal break between classes.
But because there was only one class in the entire floor doing evening self-study, this ordinariness became extraordinary and seemed a little weird.
Wen Qing sorted the textbooks on the desk, piling one pile on the left and another pile on the right, creating a book formation perfect for peeking at other people's books.
He lay on the table, staring at the girl who was eating snacks beside him.
The girl took out a book while eating.
Judging from the colorful cover and the man and woman hugging each other on the cover, it is a novel or a comic.
"Ding-ling-ling——" the evening study bell rang.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and started learning.
Wen Qing watched as the girl immediately put down the snacks and books in her hands and started studying impatiently.
No coercion, no dissatisfaction.
Very strange.
Wen Qing blinked and thought, since this is not a human-level copy... there should be some supernatural power?
He turned his head and looked at the players in the classroom.
Except Jiang Yan, everyone came to evening study.
Among the four players, not one of them looked like he wanted to learn or read.
It’s different from the situation in seminary.
Is it because it doesn't affect the players? Or are they really that passionate about learning?
After thinking for a while without any ideas, Wen Qing lowered his head and casually opened a math book. The words "Chen Jing" were clearly written on the cover.
Wen Qing's fingertips paused, and he subconsciously looked at the player this time, Chen Jing.
Chen Jing was looking at the students in the class and did not notice his gaze.
The name Chen Jing is quite common, so it is normal to have the same name as someone else.
Wen Qing withdrew his gaze and casually flipped through the questions in the math book.
Hmm, I don’t understand.
I didn’t understand it before, and I understand it even less now.
Wen Qing pushed the book aside and continued to look at the students.
He surveyed the class for the entire lesson.
After watching for forty-five minutes, by the time the second evening self-study session came, Wen Qing's eyes felt sore and dry, and his mind began to feel sleepy.
He yawned and buried his head in sleep.
The slight rustling of papers turning and the friction between the pen tip and paper echoed in my ears.
Soon, Wen Qing fell into a deep sleep.
****
After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the table.
Wen Qing didn’t get enough sleep. He groaned drowsily, turned over and continued to sleep.
“Boom boom boom—”
This time the knock on the table was harder.
Wen Qing opened his eyes and met a pair of heavy eyes.
He woke up immediately and sat up straight.
Fu Ranxiu glanced at the sleep marks on his face and said coldly, "Evening self-study is over."
"Go back to the dormitory and sleep."
Hearing the sound from the dormitory, Wen Qing became more awake.
He thought that it would be even harder to sleep in the dormitory.
Wen Qing sat on the chair, hesitating and not standing up.
All the students in the classroom had left, leaving only him and Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu picked up a book, stood up and left the classroom.
He walked to the door of the classroom, and saw Wen Qing motionless from the corner of his eye. He said coldly, "Song Xuan usually doesn't live in school."
"Before you leave, turn off the lights and close the door."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Did Fu Ranxiu know that he wanted to change dormitories because of Song Xuan?
So remind him now?
Wen Qing stood up blankly, turned off the lights and closed the door, and slowly left the classroom.
When he reached the corridor entrance, he lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Ranxiu downstairs.
He has a tall figure, and his rimless glasses reflect the faint light, making his profile look even more severe.
As he walked down the stairs, the shadow behind him grew longer.
Walking up to the third floor, there were still a few students from Class 1.
After seeing Fu Ranxiu, they did not say hello, but subconsciously moved aside to make way for Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu didn't even pause and continued walking down.
His appearance alone was in stark contrast to the other students who were in groups of two or three.
Only after Fu Ranxiu disappeared from everyone's sight did the students on the third floor breathe a sigh of relief and quickly go downstairs.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and walked downstairs.
Before I even stepped onto the stairs, I suddenly smelled a scent of perfume from the right.
Wen Qing subconsciously tilted his head and bumped into two soft things.
The rich fragrance filled his mouth and nose, he was a little breathless and quickly stepped back.
When I looked up, I saw Jiang Yan holding up his chest and asked with a smile, "Is it soft?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized belatedly that he had just bumped into Jiang Yan's... chest? !
Heat instantly rose in his cheeks, and he stammered, "I'm sorry... I didn't see it."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, curled his red lips and asked: "Didn't you see it?"
"Do you want to see my breasts?"
Wen Qing's face turned even redder: "I, that's not what I meant."
Jiang Yan laughed and said, "You don't want to watch it?"
"What about 36D? Don't want to see it?"
As he spoke, he took a step forward.
36D approaches Wen Qing.
Jiang Yan smiled and asked: "If you don't want to see... do you want to touch it?"
“It feels good.”
Wen Qing quickly stepped back and put his hands behind his back, afraid that Jiang Yan would grab his hands and touch them.
Before Jiang Yan spoke again, he quickly asked: "Do you know who I am?"
Jiang Yan paused, leaned against the wall, and nodded, "I know, Wen Meng."
"Yeah, fierce and fierce."
Her tone was teasing, and she was obviously trying to tease Wen Qing on purpose.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, becoming more and more certain that Jiang Yan recognized her from the beginning, so he gave her the name change card.
"Thank you for the name change card."
Jiang Yan smiled and glanced at Wen Qing: "If you really want to thank me, don't just say it."
"Do something."
Wen Qing asked blankly: "Do you need me to do anything?"
Jiang Yan walked up to him, slowly raised his hand, and pointed his finger at his nose: "Mm."
Wen Qing was even more confused: "Do, do a nose?"
Jiang Yan burst out laughing and fell backwards with laughter. The whole floor was filled with the giggles.
After a long while, he curved his lips and said to Wen Qing: "I."
"Be me."
"Do me."
"Make love."
He said this lightly, and Wen Qing's cheeks, which had finally cooled down a little, turned red again, and her ears also turned red.
Wen Qing knew that he couldn't give the conversation to Jiang Yan, so he started talking nonsense.
After a moment of silence, Wen Qing simply asked directly: "Do you know Bai Tong?"
Jiang Yan blinked: "Bai Tong..."
He said slowly, dragging his voice, "I've heard of it, but I don't know it."
His expression at the moment didn't seem like he was joking. Wen Wei was slightly stunned: "Aren't you from the Jixiang Hotel?"
Jiang Yan laughed: "Of course not."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he asked nervously, "Are you from Oz?"
"Oz?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows. "I met him once, but I didn't know him."
"Little brother, you know a lot of people."
Wen Qing was a little nervous. He was neither Bai Tong’s nor Oz’s.
"You, you don't know Zhou Zhou, do you?"
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but whistled: "Three men."
"As expected of Wen Meng."
“So fierce.”
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