Wen Wei raised her head slightly and looked into Jiang Yan's eyes.
Well, he didn't think wrongly.
What Jiang Yan said just now meant literally.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then squeezed out two words: "No."
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, his eye makeup raised, and the way he squinted at people perfectly interpreted the words "half-believing and half-doubting".
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed slightly: "Really not!"
He just didn't understand why Jiang Yan would think in that direction.
Wen Qing immediately said: "He cut my nails."
After saying that, he raised both hands and bent his fingertips into claw shapes, so that Jiang Yan could clearly see that his nails had been trimmed.
He wanted Jiang Yan to focus on his hands, but Jiang Yan's attention couldn't help but be focused on his movements.
The two paws are placed on the cheeks, which is very cute.
Jiang Yan felt a little itchy.
Wen Qing blinked and emphasized: "He only cut my nails."
"Fu Ranxiu might be very interested in nail art."
Jiang Yan: “…”
"Um?"
Wen Qing thought for a moment and explained, "He provides very thoughtful service."
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and stared at his hands.
The back of the hand is covered with light blue veins, the fingers are white and slender, and the nails are pink and tender. They look very healthy and are suitable for holding in the palm of the hand and playing with.
"How do you mean thoughtful?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand, put it in front of Wen Qing, and said calmly, "Use my hand to demonstrate it again."
Wen Qing: “…”
"Men and women should not touch each other."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "What about Nan Nan?"
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said slowly: "Between boys, physical contact is normal, right?"
Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Then I am a man."
Wen Qing was silent again.
Jiang Yan raised her red lips and smiled, "Don't you believe it?"
"Would you like to take a look?"
Wen Qing had nothing to say, and squeezed out three words dryly: "No need."
Afraid that Jiang Yan would say something nonsense again, he quickly said, "Let me tell you again."
Jiang Yan stopped teasing him, responded, and motioned Wen Qing to continue.
Wen Qing said: "He just stared at my hand for a while, and then..."
He recalled Fu Ranxiu's expression and actions at the time, and couldn't think of the right words for a moment, so he could only say: "Then he grabbed my hand and, um...cut my nails."
"After cutting, I used a tool to sharpen it," Wen Qing's fingers seemed to feel Fu Ranxiu's burning gaze again. He couldn't help but rub it on his trouser legs to wipe away the non-existent feeling, and continued, "Finally, he wiped my hands with a wet towel."
The process was a bit simple to describe, so Wen Qing added: "Wipe it one finger at a time."
After saying that, he felt something was wrong.
Although he didn't trim all of his nails, Fu Ranxiu wiped his hands very carefully and meticulously.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and asked Jiang Yan blankly: "Isn't this the process when you do manicures?"
Jiang Yan had never had a manicure and was not sure about the specific process, but this did not affect his answer to Wen Qing's questions at all.
Jiang Yan said categorically: "No."
"Fu Ranxiu's purpose is not to cut nails."
"It's your hand."
Wen Qing was stunned, thinking of how Fu Ranxiu often looked at his hands.
He lowered his voice and asked nervously, "Is he one of those perverts who likes to collect hands?"
Jiang Yan lowered his head, looked into Wen Qing's clear eyes, and chuckled helplessly.
Wen Qing didn't understand what the laughter meant, so he asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"
Jiang Yan hummed and blinked at Wen Qing: "He is not a pervert who likes to collect hands."
"He's a pervert who likes hands."
Wen Qing understood the difference of two words.
Fu Ranxiu is actually a hand control!
So I kept staring at his hands.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and couldn't help wondering, was it because of his hand that the people in the same dormitory didn't bully him?
wrong……
Yesterday afternoon, Fu Ranxiu first asked him, "Are you not feeling well?"
Then arrange to share a dormitory with him.
And the specialty on the identity card is also weak and frail...
Wen Qing lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
Coming back to his senses, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure not far away. Wen Qing turned his head and saw Fu Ranxiu standing under a tree. He suddenly turned around and left the playground.
The next second, the bell rang.
"Let's go." Jiang Yan said.
Wen nodded lightly and followed him back to the classroom.
Fu Ranxiu was walking far ahead of them, and soon turned the corner, his figure disappearing from their sight.
Manual control...
Wen Qing raised his hand and looked at his nails, feeling a little sorry that his nails grew too slowly.
Otherwise, you can ask Fu Ranxiu to help you cut your nails once.
He didn't lose anything.
Jiang Yan glanced at his movements, guessed what Wen Qing was thinking, and chuckled, "Aren't you afraid of him?"
Wen nodded lightly and told the truth: "I'm afraid."
"But I can still bear to cut my nails."
Jiang Yan burst out laughing and couldn't help pinching his cheek: "For a person like Fu Ranxiu, cutting his nails won't satisfy him in the next transaction."
"At least you have to touch it."
Wen Qing blinked. If touching Fu Ranxiu's hand could get him help...it wouldn't be a big loss, right?
Jiang Yan's fingertips slid across Wen Qing's cheek, fell to her shoulder, and pinched it suggestively: "It's not the kind of touch you want."
"You have to touch it and play with it anyway, right?"
Wen Qing now understood that Jiang Yan’s touch was not just a simple touch. His face turned slightly red. He didn’t want to continue this topic with Jiang Yan and walked forward quickly.
Jiang Yan's legs were much longer than his, so she caught up with him in two or three steps, leaned close to his ear, and smiled, "Let me touch it, and I may help you."
"Sister is better than brother."
Wen Qing's face turned even redder. He pretended not to hear Jiang Yan's words and walked towards the classroom without looking back.
…………
The afternoon classes are also self-study classes.
Perhaps because everyone had seen Zhang Yang's embarrassment today, the afternoon class was very quiet. No one targeted the transfer student anymore. Fangfang, Wang Feng and others were all laughing and joking with their classmates, and didn't even glance at Zhang Yang and Xu Yuan.
During the self-study class, Wen Qing held his chin, staring at Fu Ranxiu's back while writing and drawing on the draft paper, thinking about the questions to ask Fu Ranxiu and what he could do after using the "Victim Halo" on him.
The "Victim Halo" is only effective for five minutes, so he needs to prepare himself well in advance.
1. Is the improvement in the academic performance of a class of students related to bullying of transfer students?
2. Did you perform any sacrificial rituals?
3. How to resolve it?
…………
Wen Qing stared at the third question, pondered for a while, and added a sentence at the end: "If possible, let Fu Ranxiu end it all."
Wen Qing spent the entire afternoon on this matter.
After all, the cooldown time of the Victim Aura is one week, so use it early so it cools down sooner.
After dinner in the evening, Jiang Yan went straight back to the girls’ dormitory to sleep.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while and decided to go back to the dormitory first.
Passing by Room 406, the dormitory door was not closed and I could see Zhang Yang sleeping soundly on the bed.
Wen Qing didn't disturb him and went straight back to Room 401.
He pushed open the door and saw Fu Ranxiu sitting on a chair, half-closed his eyes, flipping through the book in his hand.
Hearing the noise at the door, Fu Ranxiu glanced at him and quickly looked away.
Wen Qing paused, silently put his hands into his trouser pockets, and walked towards his desk in a natural manner.
Just as I walked behind Fu Ranxiu, a cold voice rang in my ears: "You moved my table."
It's not a question, it's an affirmative sentence.
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