Wen Qing was silent for a while, trying to reason with Fu Ranxiu: "You are the class monitor."
"Aren't we supposed to take care of the people in the class?"
Fu Ranxiu said indifferently: "He is a transfer student."
Wen Qing was even more confused: "???"
What happened to transfer students?
"Transfer students are also students in Class 1."
"For the time being," Fu Ranxiu looked at Wen Qing quietly and said lightly, "You won't be here for long."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, pondering the meaning of Fu Ranxiu's words.
Is it the same as what the boy in Class 6 said, that the transfer student can't stand the pressure of studying?
Or is it hinting at something?
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "What do you mean?"
Fu Ranxiu spat out four words: "Literally."
After saying that, he pushed his glasses and picked up the book again without even looking at Wen Qing, telling Wen Qing with his actions that he could shut up.
Wen Qing stared at his profile, thought about the malicious people in 406, and then thought about Zhang Yang.
Something must have happened to Zhang Yang.
He leaned his back against the door and said to 001 in his heart: [I am so conflicted.]
001: [What are you worried about? ]
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: [Don’t you know what I’m thinking? ]
001 hummed.
Wen Qing was puzzled: [Then why are you asking me? ]
001 said slowly: [I know what you are thinking, but I don’t understand the reason. ]
Wen Qing said slowly: [I don’t know whether I should help Zhang Yang.]
Bai Tong and the others told him not to meddle in other people's business and just to protect himself. Meddling in other people's business might not only not earn him any thanks, but could also backfire.
And now helping Zhang Yang requires him to pay...
001: [Follow your heart. ]
After a moment of silence, 001 whispered again: [Growing up does not mean you become another person. ]
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, "Squad Leader, what do you want?"
Fu Ranxiu placed his fingertips on the pages of the book, tilted his head, and looked straight at Wen Qing's hand on the edge of her trouser leg.
There was no emotion in his inorganic eyes, but his gaze was inexplicably hot.
Wen Qing was stared at so hard that he retracted his hands and quickly put them behind his back, stammering, "W-Want my hand?"
He has not yet reached this level of the Holy Father.
Wen Qing closed his eyes and thought, I'm sorry, Zhang Yang.
The next second, Fu Ranxiu withdrew his gaze.
He opened the drawer, took out a silver nail clipper, placed it on the table, raised his chin slightly, and said to Wen Qing, "Come here."
Wen Qing stared at the nail clippers next to him for a long time. After confirming that they were nail clippers and not some other strange things, he asked in disbelief, "Cut, cut nails?"
Fu Ranxiu responded indifferently.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and thought, it turns out that the squad leader wanted to find someone to cut his nails.
Zhang Yang, you have to thank me very much.
Wen Qing walked over slowly and stood beside the table, neither too close nor too far from Fu Ranxiu, maintaining just the right distance.
He reached out to take the nail clippers on the table, but as his fingertips touched the table, they were grabbed by Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing instinctively locked his hands, but Fu Ranxiu pressed lightly on his wrist and his hand became completely powerless.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and was about to curse.
Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly and said coldly, "Don't move."
"Your nails are not done."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. He looked down and saw Fu Ranxiu picking up the nail clippers.
????
Should I cut his nails? Not let him cut his nails?
Wen Qing was shocked. It was the first time he met someone with such a hobby.
Still, it’s quite perverted…
Fu Ranxiu lowered his head and placed his left hand on Wen Qing's palm.
Wen Qing's palm was fleshy, soft and tender. Fu Ranxiu couldn't help but bend his fingers and stick them tightly to the soft flesh of his palm.
Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips and pressed his thumb on Wen Qing's index finger bone, rubbing it gently.
There was no change in his facial expression, so Wen Qing didn't think of anything in that direction. He was just wondering whether Fu Ranxiu's current action was the legendary finger massage.
“Ka——”
Fu Ranxiu held the nail clippers with one hand, and gently stroked Wen Qing's hand with the fingertips of his other hand.
His eyes darkened and his breath became hotter.
Wen Qing stared at Fu Ranxiu closely, and her slightly cool fingertips felt the breath exhaled by Fu Ranxiu.
Hot.
Wen Qingxin thought that the breath was hot.
It should be a living person.
There weren't many long nails, so they were trimmed quickly.
Wen Qing thought it was over, but unexpectedly Fu Ranxiu took out another tool and gently scraped his nails.
The fingertips felt slightly numb and a little itchy. Wen Qing couldn't help but move, and her fingers accidentally hooked Fu Ranxiu's palm.
Fu Ranxiu's breathing stagnated.
Then, a gentle voice sounded above his head: "Are you ready?"
The voice was light and soft. Fu Ranxiu grabbed his hand and his heart skipped a beat.
"No."
Wen Qing let out an "oh" and felt that Fu Ranxiu's voice seemed a little hoarse.
He blinked and watched Fu Ranxiu put down his tools, opened a pack of wet wipes, and wiped his fingers gently and carefully, as if he was treating some treasure.
Wen Qing didn’t understand. Could it be that Fu Ranxiu’s dream was to become a manicurist?
After Fu Ranxiu threw away the wet wipes and the cut nails, Wen Qing asked again: "Are you okay now?"
Fu Ranxiu nodded.
Wen Qing looked at him eagerly: "Where's Zhang Yang?"
Facing Wen Qing's clean and clear eyes, Fu Ranxiu looked away and said two words: "Afternoon."
After saying that, he stood up, opened the closet, took out a set of clothes, and walked towards the bathroom.
Soon, Wen Qing heard the sound of water dripping in the bathroom.
Taking a shower?
Why are you taking a shower in the middle of the day?
Wen Qing raised her hand and looked at her neat and uniform nails. She began to understand why girls like to do their nails.
He caught a glimpse of the angel sculpture on Fu Ranxiu's desk, and immediately put his hand down and looked towards the bathroom.
Now is a good opportunity, Fu Ranxiu will not appear suddenly.
Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at the table carefully.
In the upper left corner is a stack of real college entrance examination papers, with a white palm-sized angel sculpture pressing on the papers. On the right are four or five religious books stacked up, as if they are ready to be read.
Wen Qing first picked up the angel sculpture and took a look at it.
The angel sculpture is very delicate, with a smile on its cheeks and lips, eyes closed, and the feathers on its back and wings are lifelike.
He shook the sculpture; it was solid, with nothing inside.
It seems to be just an ordinary ornament.
Wen Qing lowered his head to look at the real test questions on the table and his gaze paused.
Fu Ranxiu's name was written on all these papers, and there were red ticks everywhere, and not a single question was wrong.
Wen Qing flipped through the papers and found that there were no wrong questions on any of them.
I don’t know whether this is Fu Ranxiu’s real result or fake.
Wen Qing put the angel sculpture back to its original place, took out a pen and a note from Fu Ranxiu's drawer, and wrote down the name of the religious book.
They were all written in Tadpole script. Wen Qing was afraid of making mistakes, so he wrote every stroke very carefully, which took a lot of time.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Wen Qing quickly tore off the note and put it in his pocket, his heart beating rapidly.
He quickly tidied up Fu Ranxiu's desk and put everything back in its place.
"Click——" the bathroom door opened.
Wen Qing quickly picked up the trash bag from the trash can. He turned his back to Fu Ranxiu and said, "I'm going to the classroom first and I'll throw away the trash while I'm at it."
After saying that, he ran out of the dormitory without looking back.
Fu Ranxiu walked to the table with wet hair, pulled out a chair and sat down, opened the book and continued reading.
***
Wen Qing returned to the classroom. Because it was lunch time, the classroom was empty.
He exhaled, lay down on the table to rest, and soon felt sleepy and fell asleep.
I slept very deeply and when I woke up again, the first class in the afternoon was almost over.
Wen Qing rubbed his eyes and didn't wake up until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
He glanced at Zhang Yang's seat; it was still empty.
Wen Qing looked at Fu Ranxiu and saw him getting up and walking out, so he asked quickly, "Where is Zhang Yang?"
Fu Ranxiu glanced at the sleep marks on his face and pursed his lips: "Go to class."
Wen Qing turned his head to look at everyone else, and the students were all walking out.
Jiang Yan stood at the door and waved at him: "Let's go, physical education class."
Wen Qing glanced at the schedule on the blackboard and saw that the second class was physical education.
Wen Qing and Jiang Yan set out for the playground only after most people in the classroom had left.
Wen Qing lowered her voice and said to Jiang Yan: "Zhang Yang is not in the dormitory. It seems something happened."
"His roommate reacted strangely."
Jiang Yan: “Hmm?”
Wen Qing repeated the conversation that took place at noon.
Jiang Yan looked at the group of students in front of him who were extremely excited, and narrowed his eyes: "Let's go to the playground and take a look."
Basketball Court
The physical education teacher, like other teachers, glanced at the students perfunctorily and asked, "Physical Education Committee Member."
Huang Mao shouted: "The sports committee member asked for leave!"
The PE teacher was stunned for a moment, then said casually, "The monitor is responsible."
Fu Ranxiu walked in front of everyone and said calmly, "Count."
"One, two, three... twenty-two, twenty-three."
Fu Ranxiu said indifferently: "Except Song Xuan, there is one person missing."
Wen Qing was slightly startled and looked up at Fu Ranxiu.
"There's a transfer student here." Someone suddenly spoke.
Wen Qing tilted his head and looked over. It was Zhang Yang's skinny roommate.
The thin bamboo pole smiled and pointed to the gymnasium nearby: "I saw him over there just now."
"Isn't the gymnasium under renovation these days? Could something have happened to him?"
"Let's go over and take a look."
The physical education teacher didn't say anything, and other students echoed:
"Okay, okay."
"Let's go find someone."
"Let's go, let's go."
…………
As they spoke, the crowd walked towards the gymnasium in a mighty procession.
Wen Qing frowned and followed them forward.
The gymnasium had not been renovated yet, various equipment was scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of paint.
Wen Qing couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.
Suddenly, a faint and hoarse voice sounded from the right: "Is anyone there?"
Wen Qing's footsteps suddenly stopped, as if it was Zhang Yang's voice.
He turned his head to look over and saw the team leader, Skinny Bamboo, and others walking quickly towards a door.
There was a wooden stick leaning against the door, obviously someone was blocking it intentionally.
The thin bamboo pole walked to the door, and without asking if there was anyone inside, he directly took away the wooden stick on the door and opened it.
This is a small, enclosed room filled with various paint buckets, spatulas, paint rollers and other tools. The paint smell in the room is even more pungent, and it hurts people's eyes.
Zhang Yang sat by the door, his face looking a little blue.
The thin bamboo pole glanced at him and laughed: "You are here."
"It stinks. Why does it smell like urine?"
"Did you pee or poop in there?"
“It’s so dirty.”
Shou Zhugan and others spoke harshly to each other.
The other students watched this scene with giggles.
Wen Qing was about to go forward to help Zhang Yang, but he saw Zhang Yang get up from the ground, picked up a shovel, and rushed towards the skinny guy: "I'm going to piss all over you right now!"
As soon as the words fell, all the students in class fell silent and looked at Zhang Yang.
Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at Zhang Yang at the same time.
Zhang Yang froze in place.
Wen Qing also felt a chill down his spine and felt terrified.
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