Wen Qing quickly stepped back to avoid Jiang Yan's fingers.
He licked his lips subconsciously, and a hint of heat rose on his cheeks.
Is it that obvious?!
Wen Qing pursed her lips, too embarrassed to say that she was kissed by Song Xuan. After a while, she said slowly, "No, no one."
Jiang Yan chuckled and looked at Wen Qing's overly rosy lips. It was not difficult to imagine what she had been through.
"Little liar."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and the heat on her face became more intense.
He didn't dare look directly at Jiang Yan, and hesitantly said, "I ate it myself, don't ask me."
"I ate it myself..." Jiang Yan asked with a smile in his eyes, "Are you so greedy?"
He walked in front of Wen Qing, leaned over slightly, and pouted: "You can come and bite mine."
“…”
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, blushing and refusing: "No need to bother."
"I'll just eat mine."
Jiang Yan burst out laughing, his eyes narrowed into slits with joy.
He kept laughing, and several students sitting at the door couldn't help but look over.
Wen Qing glanced at them and whispered to Jiang Yan, "Let's go to another place to talk."
Jiang Yan responded and walked to the left.
As he walked away, he said with a grin, "Then I'll keep it for you."
"Come and gnaw me again when you don't mind the trouble."
Wen Qing: “…”
Walk to the other end of the corridor, where there is a staircase. There is no classroom, just a narrow dead corner that can accommodate two people.
Jiang Yan leaned on the guardrail with one hand, resting his chin on it, and tilted his head to look at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing lowered her voice and told Jiang Yan everything that happened in the morning, Chen Jing's book, and that she saw the squad leader reading a religious book last night.
After listening to this, Jiang Yan was slightly stunned, and asked with a smile: "Do you trust me so much?"
Wen nodded gently.
Jiang Yan laughed again and asked slowly, "What if I'm a bad guy?"
Wen Qing thought for a moment and said calmly, "Then your disguise is very successful."
Jiang Yan laughed so hard that he fell backwards, rubbing his fingertips. After a moment, he couldn't help but pinch Wen Qing's face: "What should I do, I'm so touched."
"I want to pledge myself to you."
“…”
Wen Qing pushed his hand away: "No need."
"Just stop teasing me like that."
Then he should thank God.
Wen Qing really has no way to deal with girls like Jiang Yan. He now misses Li Ran and Li Jingjing very much.
Jiang Yan blinked and said to Wen Qing, "I was briefly deaf just now. What did you say?"
Wen Qing was silent.
He should go back to the classroom.
As if he had seen through Wen Qing's thoughts, Jiang Yan spoke seriously, "Thank you, Meng Meng. I will keep an eye on them."
"I won't let those bad guys find a chance to bully me."
Wen Weiwei raised his head slightly, looking at Jiang Yan's exceptionally good height, and thought to himself that he was not actually worried that Jiang Yan would be bullied, he just wanted to provide Jiang Yan with clues, hoping to do advanced tasks together.
After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing asked, "Do you have any ideas about the advanced tasks?"
Jiang Yan blinked and replied, "Yes."
"It's definitely difficult. I'd better just do a simple main quest. Otherwise, the effort won't be proportional to the reward."
Wen Qing was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yan tapped the guardrail lightly with his fingers and asked slowly, "What is the next sentence after finding out the reason why a class of students' grades have improved?"
"Successfully left the copy." After saying that, Wen Qing's expression changed slightly.
"Find out the reason why a class of students' grades have improved, and successfully leave the dungeon," Jiang Yan repeated the complete advanced task, and continued, "Even if we know the reason, there will be something, a ghost, a person or something to stop us from leaving."
Jiang Yan couldn't help but take out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, glanced at Wen Qing, and reminded him: "Although it is just a strange copy, it may be more difficult than an ordinary god-level copy."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes. He indeed ignored the second half of the sentence about the advanced task.
Stop them from leaving...
Strange copy...
The students were afraid of the class monitor, whose religious books...
Wen Qing became more and more suspicious of the squad leader, and he asked in a low voice: "Could it be the squad leader?"
Jiang Yan responded: "It's possible."
"He stands out in the crowd," he paused, then continued, "Any fool would suspect him. There must be something wrong."
Wen Qing lowered his head and pondered.
Just as I was thinking about it, a cigarette suddenly appeared in front of me.
"Do you want to smoke?" Jiang Yan asked.
Wen Qing shook his head: "No."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and raised his chin slightly: "Then you can go back to the classroom."
"Sister wants to smoke a cigarette."
After saying that, he took out his lighter, lit the cigarette skillfully, smoked, and blew out smoke rings, all in one go.
Jiang Yan held the cigarette in his left hand, and with a slight tap of his index finger, the ash with sparks fell down.
Wen Qing's gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Yan's hands, with distinct joints and slender fingers.
Nice hands, but no manicure.
It's somewhat inconsistent with Jiang Yan's gorgeous appearance.
And this hand...seems a little big?
Wen Qing couldn't help but look at his hands, silently eliminating the word "seemingly" in his heart.
Jiang Yan's hands were really big, even bigger than his.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan smiled and asked, "What's wrong with my hand?"
Wen Qing blurted out: "Big."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it better to be bigger?"
Wen Qing quickly said: "I'm sorry... I'm not..."
Before he could finish, Jiang Yan smiled and said the second half of the sentence: "I can hold it."
Bigger enough to hold?
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize what Jiang Yan was talking about and what the thing that could be held was.
His face was slightly red, and he stammered, "I, I'll go back to the classroom first!"
"You smoke slowly."
Jiang Yanxiao looked at his back, blew out a smoke ring, and whistled: "Sister is very skilled..."
Wen Qing quickened his pace and walked into the classroom without looking back.
Jiang Yan retracted his gaze and smiled softly, "Sister has been self-reliant for many years."
…………
The moment Wen Qing returned to the classroom, the bell rang and the class of students turned into ruthless learning machines again.
Just like the first Chinese class, the teacher spoke perfunctorily and the students didn't even raise their heads and just focused on studying.
The entire morning class was like this. The class turned into a self-study class. There was even one class where the teacher asked everyone to study as soon as he came in.
Wen Qing looked at the students for a while, then turned his head to look at Zhang Yang's seat.
Wen Qing hadn't seen Zhang Yang since they separated in the storage room before morning self-study.
Did they find some clues? Or did something go wrong?
Dezhi High School has a two-hour lunch break from 11:30 a.m. to 1:30 p.m., and students can freely choose to take their lunch break in the classroom or dormitory.
After having lunch with Jiang Yan in the cafeteria at noon, Wen Qing still did not see Zhang Yang.
After leaving the cafeteria, Wen Qing said to Jiang Yan, "I'm going back to the dormitory to see if Zhang Yang is there."
"He's been missing all morning, and I'm a little worried."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan paused, tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, and teased, "Are you so philanthropic?"
“Every player has to care and worry?”
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "I made an appointment with him to exchange clues."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and waited for his next words.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and said slowly: "He can barely be considered a teammate. I am a little worried."
"And if something happens to him, we might be next."
Jiang Yan laughed and walked towards the dormitory area: "Let's go."
"I'm going back to the dormitory to check on Xu Jing and Chen Yuan, right?"
Wen Qing: "...Xu Yuan and Chen Jing."
Wen Qing walked upstairs quickly after entering Building 3. He walked to the door of Zhang Yang's dormitory and knocked on the door. "Is anyone there?"
"Who is it?" A male voice came from inside, "The door is not closed."
Wen gently pushed the door open.
There was a person lying on the bed near the door, seemingly preparing for a nap.
He turned over and saw Wen Qing's face, and was stunned: "What do you want?"
Wen Qing glanced around and didn't see Zhang Yang, so he asked politely, "Excuse me, have you seen Zhang Yang?"
"I have something to ask him?"
"Zhang Yang?" Hearing this name, the boy instantly perked up.
He sat up from the bed and shouted towards the bathroom: "Hey, do you hear me?"
"The class monitor's transfer student is here to see Zhang Yang."
He shouted in a hoarse voice, with a hint of malicious laughter in his voice.
Wen Wei frowned slightly, pondering the meaning of his words.
What is a transfer student who is the class monitor?
The next second, the toilet door opened and two boys walked out. One was as thin as a bamboo pole, and the other was as fat as a ball. The difference in their body sizes was particularly noticeable.
The two walked to the door and said with a playful smile: "Looking for Zhang Yang, eh? He's not in the dormitory."
"Maybe in the classroom."
"It's possible. Maybe we'll see him when we return to the classroom later?"
"Why don't you come in and wait a moment?"
…………
The three of them looked at each other and talked one after another.
Wen Qing pursed her lips. They looked like they knew Zhang Yang's whereabouts.
But from his expression and tone, it was impossible to tell him.
The thin bamboo pole took two steps forward, walked in front of Wen Qing, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly, his face changed and he raised his hand to close the door.
"Bang--"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked back.
Fu Ranxiu was seen standing aside, looking at him quietly.
Skinny Bamboo was just afraid of Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing looked at Fu Ranxiu nervously. Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, said nothing, and walked straight to the dormitory.
Wen Qing stood there hesitating for a while, then followed.
Walking into Room 401, Fu Ranxiu sat down on the chair, picked up the book on the table, and looked down, as if he was going back to the dormitory to study.
During the day, the corridors of the dormitory building are bright and spacious, and the whole building is filled with the noisy laughter and play of students.
Because of these backgrounds, Fu Ranxiu doesn’t seem so scary anymore.
Wen Qing prepared himself mentally at the door for a while, took a deep breath, walked into the dormitory and closed the door.
He called softly, "Squad Leader."
Fu Ranxiu paused as he turned the pages of the book and tilted his head to look at Wen Qing.
He didn't say anything, but his expression and eyes clearly told him "If you have something to say, say it now, and if you have to fart, fart now."
Wen Qing said hesitantly, "Zhang Yang has been missing all morning."
Fu Ranxiu responded coldly.
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "Don't you care?"
"He, he..." Wen Qing thought for a moment and came up with a reasonable excuse, "He doesn't study, which affects our class average."
Fu Ranxiu slowly closed the book: "Transfer students' grades are not included in the class grades."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Fu Ranxiu put down the book in his hand and his eyes quickly swept across Wen Qing's white and tender hands.
Wen Qing thought for a moment and then said, "Then he is also spreading bad habits in the class."
Fu Ranxiu asked straight to the point: "You want me to find someone?"
Wen nodded gently.
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids: "What can you give me?"
Wen Qing looked confused. Do you want any reward?
He suddenly didn't want to look for it so much anymore.
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