Jiang Yan looked at Wen Qing with a smile. Her eye makeup was heavy, her false eyelashes were long and thick, her fox eyes were raised upwards, and there was a hint of surprise in her teasing expression.
Obviously, the content of the conversation just now was beyond his expectations.
Wen Qing stared at Jiang Yan's eyes for a while. It seemed that he was indeed not from Bai Tong, Oz or Zhou Zhou.
Whose is that?
Who would be so kind as to find someone to help him?
After struggling for a while and unable to come up with an answer, Wen Qing simply asked directly: "Why do you want to help me?"
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Because I'm kind."
"Helping others is a joy, being kind and generous, and implementing the core values of socialism."
Wen Qing: “…”
Jiang Yan continued: "I actively responded to the call of the country."
Wen Qing: “…”
Seeing Wen Qing's silence, Jiang Yan smiled again and said slowly: "Actually, I am a person with a conscience."
"You also know the rewards for those bounty posts, right? Who wouldn't be tempted?" Jiang Yan paused, and then said, "Especially for a woman like me who is greedy for money. I will give you a name change card, which will not only help you, but also allow me to use your information to exchange for rewards."
"Let's just say this is a courtesy."
Wen Qing blinked. At this moment, Jiang Yan's face showed some seriousness, but this seriousness and his unruly temperament seemed a bit inconsistent and abrupt.
This reason was so serious, as if it was said deliberately for him to hear.
Wen Qing pursed her lips. Jiang Yan didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any more questions. He said, "I'm going back to the dormitory. What about you?"
Jiang Yan nodded and walked down the stairs.
The dormitories at Dezhi High School are divided into a unified dormitory area, with male and female dormitories mixed together.
A class of girls is in Building 2 and the boys are in Building 3, just one in front and one behind.
It was not yet lights-out time, but the dormitory building was brightly lit and noisy.
Wen Qing suddenly remembered the conversation between Song Xuan and his younger brothers.
He paused and said to Jiang Yan hesitantly, "It seems like the people in Group 1 are waiting for something."
"I don't know what it was exactly, I just heard a few words of conversation."
Jiang Yan was slightly startled, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, thank you for the reminder, little brother."
As he spoke, he curved his eyes and asked again, "Do you want to return the gift?"
"How about touching breasts?"
“…”
Wen Qing was very glad at this moment that there were no other classmates around him and no one heard what Jiang Yan said.
Although no one heard it, someone on the balcony of the dormitory building was watching them from afar.
"No need!" Wen Qing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she walked quickly towards Building 3.
When he walked downstairs, he paused and looked back at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan did not enter the dormitory building, but stood under a tree, his body shrouded in shadow and could not be seen clearly.
He moved and took out something.
The next second, Wen Qing saw clearly that it was cigarettes and a lighter.
As if he had noticed Wen Qing's gaze, Jiang Yan took a step forward, stood under the light, waved his hand that was lighting a cigarette, and blew a kiss to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing turned around quickly and went upstairs.
Suddenly, 001's voice rang in my ears: [Can I speak now? ]
Wen Qing doesn't hold grudges and has long stopped being angry with 001.
Just because 001 didn't say anything, he didn't take the initiative to speak.
When I heard 001's question at this moment, I inexplicably felt like my own pet was speaking pitifully.
He hummed and said slowly: [Okay.]
001 asked: [Do you like this? ]
Wen Qing didn't understand 001's question: [What's this? ]
001: [Do you like Jiang Yan's type? ]
Wen Qing: [???]
【dislike. 】
Wen Qing was puzzled: [Why did it bring up the topic of liking someone? ]
001: [Then why are you blushing? ]
Wen Qing's face turned even redder now, and she thought, he is too thin-skinned to listen to those words.
Besides...anyone would blush if they heard Jiang Yan's words, right? !
001 I can hear what I am thinking...
Thinking of this, Wen Qing said unhappily: [Because I'm hot, are you satisfied? ]
After that, without waiting for 001 to speak, Wen Qing asked first: [You have been acting strange lately.]
[Why do you think about love all day long? 】
001 remained silent.
Wen Qing went upstairs while saying to 001: [You must have watched too many movies recently.]
[Next time I return to the human world, I will not be allowed to watch movies about romance.]
001: [……]
When he reached the dormitory door, Wen Qing did not go in directly, but pushed the door open and looked around.
Song Xuan was not there, only Fu Ranxiu was there.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the dormitory, closed the door and locked it.
He walked in, stopped in front of the closet to take out clothes and towels, and cautiously glanced at Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu sat at the desk, lowered his eyes, and read ten lines at a glance.
Judging from the cover and the text on the pages, it is neither a Chinese book nor an English book.
Wen Qing didn't recognize it and didn't know what language it was.
Fu Ranxiu flipped through two pages and stopped at an illustration.
Wen Qing looked at the angels and demons in the illustrations and squinted his eyes, as if it was related to religion.
He was slightly stunned and looked at Fu Ranxiu's desk again.
In addition to the little angel sculpture and the papers, there were a few more books, all in English and other languages, which were obviously just brought back.
Perhaps feeling his gaze, Fu Ranxiu closed the book and tilted his head.
Wen Qing quickly retracted his gaze and quickly ran into the bathroom to wash up.
Fearing that Fu Ranxiu might become suspicious, Wen Qing didn't dare to look at him any longer when he came out of the shower and went straight to bed.
After getting into the quilt, he continued to look at Fu Ranxiu through the gap between the quilt and the bed.
Fu Ranxiu's profile was angular, and his eyebrows and eyes revealed a coldness.
His coldness was not just ordinary coldness, but it emanated from his bones, bringing with it a sense of eeriness, which was creepy and made the dormitory seem to have cooled by several degrees.
The feeling that Fu Ranxiu gave him was a bit like the feeling that the Ji family gave him.
However, he was not as restrained as the Ji family members and was more intuitive.
Wen Qing pinched her palms nervously. So far.
His intuition is always right.
Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu put down the book in his hand and stood up.
Wen Qing quickly pulled down the corner of the quilt to cover his face.
Footsteps were heard, and Fu Ranxiu seemed to walk to the door. Then with a "click", the lights turned off.
Then the lights-out music sounded and the noisy dormitory building gradually became quiet.
Wen Qing thought, is Fu Ranxiu going to sleep?
The thought flashed through my mind, and a faint light appeared outside the quilt again.
Wen Qing pricked up his ears and listened for a while.
The dormitory building was so quiet after the lights were turned off that Fu Ranxiu could see everything clearly.
Wen Qing tilted his head and quietly pulled up a corner of the quilt.
Fu Ranxiu was still at the desk. He turned on a small desk lamp and continued reading.
He circled and drew on the book from time to time, as if he was taking notes.
After staring at his back for a while, Wen Qing suddenly realized that Fu Ranxiu was different from the other students in the class.
A class of students are very serious in class and do not slack off, but they still relax and do their own things during extracurricular time.
Fu Ranxiu was still reading seriously after turning off the lights...
It's still religion related...
Could it be some weird religious ritual?
Wen Qing closed his eyes, and as he thought about it, he began to feel sleepy.
He thought vaguely that he would have to find an opportunity to use the props tomorrow.
First determine the attributes of the squad leader.
…………
the next day
At 6:30 in the morning, the wake-up bell rang throughout the dormitory building. The melodious singing continued, and it was impossible to stay in bed for a while.
Wen Qing's mind was dazed, and he slowly got up and washed.
It was dark, and the sun hadn't risen yet, but the high school students got up.
Wen Qing got up too early and had no appetite at all. He bought some bread and milk downstairs and prepared to go back to the classroom for another nap.
Before I even reached the classroom door, I heard a few students in front of me whispering:
"Fuck, the whole group is here."
"It's only seven o'clock. I thought we were early enough."
"It's worthy of being a class one."
“It wasn’t this early two days ago.
…………
Wen Qing listened to them silently, walked to the back door of Class 1, and looked around.
Except for Song Xuan and others, all other students were sitting in their seats. They looked sleepy, but their eyes were bright and they were full of energy, as if they were expecting something.
If you wake up early today...
Is today the time Huangmao mentioned?
Wen Qing pursed her lips and walked into the classroom with a lot of doubts.
Not long after, the other players arrived at the classroom.
The last one to arrive was Jiang Yan. She was wearing heavy makeup and kept yawning. She looked very sleepy.
Jiang Yan had just sat down when Fu Ranxiu stood up and said to everyone, "Transfer student, come with me to get your school uniform."
After saying that, he walked straight to the door and left the classroom without caring whether the people behind him followed or not.
Wen Qing hurriedly followed.
Because it was too early, the players were all a little tired. From the classroom on the fourth floor to the storage room on the first floor, no one spoke, only the sound of yawning one after another.
The storage room is very large, about the size of a classroom, and is filled with various tables, chairs, and sports equipment, and it is in a mess.
Go to the deepest part and there is a small room.
Fu Ranxiu pushed open the door. It was dimly lit inside. There was a military green cushion for physical education classes on the floor, and piles of school uniforms on top of the cushion.
"New school uniforms cannot be delivered for the time being, so here are the leftover uniforms from previous years."
Fu Ranxiu took a step inside, and dust flew up.
Wen Qing couldn't help but cough softly.
Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, stopped, and said to the players, "Pick a few sets that suit your size."
"Starting today, everyone has to wear school uniforms."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the small room and left the storage room.
Jiang Yan walked forward, picked up three sets of large-sized school uniforms, yawned, and said to Wen Qing sleepily, "I'm going to take a nap first."
Wen nodded lightly and lowered his head to look for his school uniform.
The school uniforms are divided into boys' and girls' sizes. Most of the boys' uniforms are XL size, and there are a few L sizes. Wen Qing searched for a long time but couldn't find the M size.
The remaining players also gradually found school uniforms that suited their sizes.
After the girls left, Zhang Yang took off his clothes in the storage room and changed into his school uniform.
Seeing that Wen Qing hadn't found anything yet, he said, "Just pick a few at random."
Wen Qing responded and wanted to take L's, but when he turned around, he saw that they were all in Zhang Yang's hands.
He said slowly, "I'll look for it again."
Zhang Yang didn't think much and said, "I'm leaving first."
Wen Qing continued to look for his size and finally found a size M shirt.
Suddenly, a harsh sound was heard outside the small room, as if something had fallen heavily to the ground and was being dragged.
Wen Qing thought it was Zhang Yang who made the noise, so he stood up, opened the door and looked outside.
He saw Song Xuan standing not far away, looking at him with his head tilted, his eyebrows and eyes fierce, and there were some blood on his face.
"Transfer student."
"come over."
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