Wen Qing was stunned.
The words in the Chinese textbook were written crookedly. The person who wrote them was writing with great force, and the strokes of many of the words had scratched the paper.
The edges were covered with dried yellow and brown stains, as if they had been stained maliciously.
Wen Qing picked up the book, looked at the table, and then looked at the drawer.
It's neat and clean, only this book is worn and damaged.
It should not be that someone did this to trick him, but it should be related to the original owner of the book.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and turned to the title page of the Chinese textbook. On it were two words written in beautiful handwriting: Chen Jing.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. His math book was also Chen Jing's.
He flexed his fingers and wanted to take a look at the math book, but he caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu sitting at the table in front of him, leaning sideways, and he didn't dare to move.
After waiting for a long time, Wen Qing still didn't see Fu Ranxiu sitting back.
After hesitating for a moment, he raised his eyes cautiously.
Fu Ranxiu was not looking at him, but looking back, with a cold expression and half-closed eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wen Qing followed his gaze and saw the seats of Huangmao and others.
Song Xuan did not come back, and Huangmao and the others did not come back either.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and he became a little nervous.
He didn't know whether he had succeeded in threatening Song Xuan.
Could it be that Song Xuan is discussing with Huangmao and the others how to deal with him?
Wen Qing pursed his lips and asked 001 in his heart: [System, what do you think of my performance in threatening Song Xuan just now? ]
001: [Hmm?]
Wen Qing thought 001 didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it in detail: [That is... didn't I beat Song Xuan up and threaten him when he fell down just now? ]
001: [Hmm…]
Wen Qing did not understand the connotation of the system's trailing tone, so he asked: [Do you think I was fierce just now? ]
001 recalled the scene at that time: [It was quite fierce. ]
Like a kitten scratching you.
Wen Qing asked again: [Is it fierce? ]
001: [Very cute.]
Song Xuan almost died early.
Wen Qing didn't hear the difference in the intonation of the two words clearly, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the system's affirmative answer.
Since he has successfully threatened Song Xuan, he should be safe for the time being.
Song Xuan will definitely be afraid of him.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, the back door of the classroom was slammed hard with a bang.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and saw Huangmao and others walking in casually.
They were laughing and joking, pushing each other, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Wen Qing was about to look away when he saw the yellow-haired man looking at him.
The yellow-haired man suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the smile on his face froze.
He pushed another boy with a crew cut and walked straight over.
"That squad leader." The yellow-haired man called out Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing paused and pricked up his ears.
Huangmao scratched his head and said to Fu Ranxiu hesitantly: "Brother Song went to the hospital."
“Maybe I won’t be able to come back today.”
Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly: "Let him come back."
Huang Mao stammered, "Song has left."
"He said he was fatally injured and it would affect his happiness for the rest of his life."
Wen Qing who was eavesdropping: "..."
Hearing this ridiculous excuse, Fu Ranxiu's face darkened.
Seeing this, Huang Mao quickly said: "Class monitor, anyway, according to Song's grades, even if he doesn't study for a day, it won't have a big impact."
Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, stopped talking, and turned around to do his homework.
Huangmao swallowed nervously and quickly ran back to his seat.
Wen Qing lay on the table and looked back through the gap between the books.
Huangmao showed very clearly that he was afraid of Fu Ranxiu.
The other students also seemed a little afraid of Fu Ranxiu.
And Song Xuan actually had to report to Fu Ranxiu when he asked for a day off?
So weird…
Wen Qing couldn't understand it. In his understanding, school bullies like Song Xuan always did what they wanted and would never report their itinerary to the class monitor.
Wen Qing blinked, and suddenly saw Fangfang walk up to Huangmao and hand him a bottle of milk: "Thanks, Huangge."
Huangmao took the milk, his cheeks slightly red, and said embarrassedly: "What are you thanking me for?"
"It's just a small matter, we will definitely help you solve it."
"If you find that kind of pervert again, tell us."
"Okay, thank you Brother Huang." Fangfang smiled and turned to walk to her seat.
Huangmao sat down on the chair, shook the milk in his hand proudly, winked at the little brothers next to him, and opened the bottle to drink.
The others shouted, "Qian Fangfang, you are treating me differently."
“We also contributed.”
"That bastard was so heavy that he almost died when we carried him to the infirmary."
"No, I want milk too."
…………
"I'll buy it for you this afternoon, okay?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and roughly understood what they were saying.
The person Huangmao and the others just beat up was a pervert. He probably did something to a girl named Fangfang.
At first glance, I think I'm quite loved by my classmates.
If you think about it carefully... Fangfang just wants them to fight violence with violence.
Still discussing this kind of thing openly in the classroom...
Wen Qing glanced at Fu Ranxiu's back and frowned slightly.
Fu Ranxiu straightened his back and sat upright, with no intention of paying attention to Huangmao and the others.
Wen Qing began to figure it out.
Since Fu Ranxiu has the final say on Class 1, that means Fu Ranxiu agrees to fight violence with violence, teasing Xu Yuan, etc...
Soon, the class bell rang.
All the students immediately entered the learning state and started studying. Even Huangmao and others opened their books, yawned, and turned a few pages.
Wen Qing glanced around and found that except Song Xuan, Zhang Yang and Xu Yuan were not there.
There was a sound of footsteps at the door.
The person who came was not Xu Yuan, but the teacher with thick black framed glasses whom I met yesterday.
He walked into the classroom and glanced at the students casually, not caring at all if any of them were not in the classroom.
The teacher turned on the computer, opened the PPT, and said to everyone: "Today we will review Unit 1."
After that, without waiting for the students to open their textbooks, he directly clicked on the first PPT and read aloud: "First of all, the definition of a novel is that a novel is centered on the portrayal of characters, and reflects through a complete storyline and specific descriptions of the environment..."
The teacher taught the class perfunctorily, the students didn't even raise their heads, and everyone was studying on their own.
Ten minutes later, probably because he was thirsty from reading, the teacher drank some water, sat down on the chair, and said to Fu Ranxiu, "Study on your own in the second half of the class, monitor."
Fu Ranxiu responded and said to everyone, "Study on your own."
The students are still reading books and doing exercises.
There is no difference between studying on your own and attending class.
Wen Qing looked at it for a while and began to search for which of the books he had moved belonged to Chen Jing.
Soon, a lot of them were found.
Chinese textbooks, math textbooks, physics textbooks...etc., are all senior high school textbooks, and Chen Jing's name is written on half of them.
There are scratches of varying degrees inside each book, some deep, some shallow, some more, some less, and there are also a lot of abusive words.
Judging from the handwriting, it was not written by the same person.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and fell into deep thought.
"Report, report." A low female voice suddenly sounded at the door of the classroom.
The classroom was very quiet, making the sound particularly loud.
Wen Qing looked up. It was Xu Yuan who came back. Her face was extremely pale and her eyes were red.
The teacher glanced at her and asked, "Which class are you from? What's the matter?"
Xu Yuan was stunned: "I'm from Class 1."
Hearing this, the teacher looked her up and down and frowned: "A transfer student?"
Xu Yuan nodded.
The teacher didn't care about Xu Yuan's strange expression at all, but frowned even more tightly and said unhappily: "Come in quickly, don't disturb other students' studies."
Xu Yuan hurried back to her seat, lowered her head and said nothing.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and thought, not only the students, but also the teachers' attitudes towards transfer students are different.
The class ended quickly.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and without waiting for the teacher to speak, the students left the get out of class on their own.
The teacher has no presence in this class and seems to be just a decoration on the podium.
Wen Qing glanced at Jiang Yan, and seeing that he was still sleeping, he got up and walked out of the classroom.
As he pondered, he looked down the corridor at the other classes.
Several classes were noisy, chasing and fighting, and the teacher of one class was even keeping the class going after class.
There's nothing unusual.
When we reached the end, the last class was Class 6 of Senior Grade 3.
Seeing a strange classmate standing outside the door, the boy with a buzz cut sitting at the back door of the classroom asked casually: "Classmate, who are you looking for?"
Wen Qing paused and asked hesitantly, "Do you know Chen Jing?"
"Chen Jing?" The shaved-head boy was slightly startled, turned his head and shouted, "Chen Jing, someone is looking for you?"
"Chen Jing isn't here! She went to the office."
"Oh, Chen Jing is not here." The boy with a crew cut passed the message to Wen Qing again.
Wen Qing was stunned. He didn't expect that there was a student named Chen Jing in this class.
He quickly said, "I'm not looking for Chen Jing from your class."
"I want to ask, do you know Chen Jing from Class 1?"
The guy with a buzz cut thought for a moment and said doubtfully, "There's no one named Chen Jing in Class 1, right?"
Wen Qing asked tentatively: "Wasn't there someone named Chen Jing before?"
"Maybe a transfer student?"
"Ah, that's right," the bald-haired boy suddenly realized and said to Wen Qing, "It seems that there is a girl named Chen Jing, who has the same name as our class."
After saying that, he looked at Wen Qing strangely and said, "Then go look for her in Class 1. Why are you asking her in our class?"
Wen Qing said slowly: "I, I am a transfer student in Class 1. I am a little shy and dare not ask about my classmate Chen Jing."
After saying this, Wen Qing himself realized that this excuse was too ridiculous.
With a slightly red face, he smiled awkwardly at the boy with a buzz cut and continued to make up a story: "She, she was my classmate in junior high school. I thought I could meet her again..."
The boy with a crew cut was dazed by Wen Qing's laughter.
He had never expected that a socially anxious student who didn't dare to ask questions to his classmates would actually dare to go to other classes to ask questions.
He stammered to Wen Qing, "I, I don't actually know the transfer student in Class 1."
"They couldn't stay long and left soon."
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Why?"
The guy with a buzz cut scratched his head and said honestly, "I don't know either. Maybe the study intensity in class 1 is too high. They all look pale and skinny. How can they study all day and all night?"
Wen Qing was silent. Judging from the schedule, isn’t the study intensity of Class 1 just a few more evening self-study sessions?
"It may also be that the study pressure is too great." The boy with a crew cut added.
Seeing that the boy really didn't know the reason, Wen Qing asked, "Is there anything we need to pay attention to in Class 1?"
The shaved-head boy said blankly: "Should I pay attention to study hard?"
Wen Qing: “…”
The guy with a crew cut: "There's nothing to be careful about in Class 1. If you study hard, you'll be able to fit in. It's normal to feel uncomfortable when you first arrive. The students in Class 1 all have a good relationship. They're the only class that hasn't been split up..."
The boy with a crew cut kept talking for a long time, and Wen Qing didn't find a chance to interrupt.
After praising Class 1 profusely, he glanced at Wen Qing's face, which was prettier than a girl's, and said shyly, "Well...if you really can't stay in Class 1, you can come to our class."
“Our class is also very good.”
Wen nodded lightly and replied, "Okay."
Class was about to start, Wen Qing said goodbye to the boy with a crew cut and turned back to the classroom.
When I walked to the front door of the classroom, I saw Jiang Yan coming out.
He leaned against the wall, his long legs casually crossed, his long curly hair draped over his shoulders, shining golden in the sunlight.
"Jiang Yan." Wen Qing called out.
Jiang Yan glanced at him lazily and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing was stunned. Why did this voice sound like a man's voice?
Because you just woke up?
Wen Qing walked to Jiang Yan and said in a low voice: "I just... um."
Before he could finish his words, an index finger pressed against his lips.
Jiang Yan bent his fingers, gently touched the red lips with his fingertips, and asked lazily: "Little brother, who bit your mouth?"
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