Wen Qing stared at Fu Ranxiu blankly.
Touch, touch you?
Is it that direct?
Fu Ranxiu's pupils were dark, not affected by the lenses of the glasses at all. Instead, the glossiness of the lenses made them look a little duller, like a robot in human skin.
There was no emotion on his face, nor any desire in his eyes, as if the two words just now were not said by him.
Looking at Fu Ranxiu's face, Wen Qing inexplicably suspected that he had misunderstood.
He asked hesitantly, "Where should I touch you?"
Fu Ranxiu looked at him and said lightly, "It's a fair trade."
The implication is that the place you touch is proportional to his answer.
Wen Qing understood the meaning of these four words, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, he realized that "fair trade" meant that he could touch anywhere.
In this case...it's not like he can't take action...
Wen Qing's expression relaxed, thinking, it was he who touched Fu Ranxiu, not Fu Ranxiu who touched him.
He was the one taking advantage of Fu Ranxiu, not Fu Ranxiu taking advantage of him.
No matter how you think about it, you made money, touched the person, and got the answer to the question.
Seeing the change in Wen Qing's expression, Fu Ranxiu took two steps forward and asked calmly, "Are you coming down? Or should I go up?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Qing's bed.
Although there was nothing on the bed, the quilt was crooked and half of it was hanging outside the bed, forming a sharp contrast with the neatly made bed on the other side.
Wen Qing picked up the quilt and stammered, "No need for anything."
"No need to get so close."
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyes to look at him.
Wen Qing said slowly: "Just come closer."
Fu Ranxiu took another step forward.
The minty scent of shower gel hits you in the face, tinged with water vapor, cool and moist.
Wen Qing couldn't help but wrinkled his nose.
Facing Fu Ranxiu's face at close range, he couldn't help but nervously grabbed the corner of the quilt: "I, I did it."
Fu Ranxiu looked at him quietly without urging him, but Wen Qing felt his gaze on his hand.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, supported herself on the bed with her left hand, leaned forward slightly, raised her right hand, and slowly stretched it towards Fu Ranxiu.
It passed over his cheek and finally stopped on his head.
Fu Ranxiu was slightly stunned.
She placed a gentle hand on his head, running her fingers through his wet hair, rubbing it gently.
My palms are wet and cool.
Wen Qing touched it twice, then immediately withdrew his hand, looked down at Fu Ranxiu, and said calmly, "I'm done."
Fu Ranxiu half closed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Wen Qing's right hand.
The fingers were moist and had a faint luster. He could imagine the hand falling on his head just now, with the white and tender fingers intertwined in the black hair.
Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes slightly, his throat tightening.
Wen Qing didn't know what he was imagining. Seeing that Fu Ranxiu was slow to speak, he repeated the question: "Why do you want to bully the transfer student?"
Fu Ranxiu retracted his gaze and said slowly: "You know why."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "I don't know."
"You know." Fu Ranxiu said.
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak, but after meeting Fu Ranran's indifferent expression, he slowly reacted.
He knows it, and so do the other players.
Because bullying transfer students will improve their grades.
He was shocked, but how did Fu Ranxiu know that he knew?
Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking of how Fu Ranxiu didn't treat the transfer students as students in the class, and said that they wouldn't be able to stay here for long...
An incredible thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that Fu Ranxiu knew that they were players?
He quickly asked in his mind: [System, will it? ]
001: [Theoretically, no.]
In theory?
Wen Qing's expression changed slightly: [It's still possible, right? ]
001 didn't speak.
Wen Qing guessed that the answer to the question was yes.
He lowered his eyes and continued to ask 001: [Can I ask Fu Ranxiu this question? ]
001: [Players cannot discuss dungeon game-related matters with the dungeon natives.]
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: [What does "cannot" mean? ]
001: [You can try. ]
Wen Qing immediately asked Fu Ranxiu: "You..."
Do you know we are gamers?
He couldn't utter this sentence completely.
When I said the second word, the sound seemed to disappear and my lips couldn't move.
Wen Qing had no choice but to give up the idea of asking Fu Ranxiu.
He pursed his lips and asked, "The previous question, why do you bully the transfer student?"
"Except what I know..."
Before he could finish his question, Fu Ranxiu reminded him, "Fair trade."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she stopped asking questions.
The reason why a class of students' grades improved was half of the advanced tasks. If you want to get this answer, it should be more than just a matter of touching it.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then reached out to Fu Ranxiu's cheek and pinched it gently.
There was not much flesh on Fu Ranxiu's cheeks, so when they were pinched, his face became crooked, and his cold expression disappeared, making him look even cuter.
Wen pulled it gently, and when he let go, he wiped the water that had just been on Fu Ranxiu's hair onto his face.
"Why do I need to share a dormitory with you?"
"You are not in good health." Fu Ranxiu said lightly.
A breeze blew by, and the moisture on my cheeks quickly dried. The skin that was gently touched by Wen slowly tightened, as if a mouth was sucking it gently.
Fu Ranxiu stared at Wen Qingyi's beautiful eyes and his heart beat heavily, and his breathing became heavier.
Wen Qing didn't notice Fu Ranxiu's change. He lowered his head, still pondering the meaning of the other party's words.
Because of poor health, we share a dormitory.
Other players will be bullied by the people in the dormitory...
Add to that the frail body described on the identity card, the malice in the textbooks, and the simple main quest...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. Could it be that the players would be bullied to death by them?
Or use the players' lives as sacrifices?
But students from other classes said that there was no bad news about Class 1...
Thinking of this, Wen Qing reached out again.
This time, the fingertips did not touch Fu Ranxiu's face, but his wrist was held.
Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids, gently rubbed his wrist with his fingertips, and said lightly: "It was a discount just now."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and even forgot to retract his hand.
"You, you raised the price?"
Fu Ranxiu let go of his hand and repeated, "It was a discount just now."
Wen Qing paused and understood what he meant.
He was trying to find a loophole just now, but now Fu Ranxiu won't let him do that.
Fu Ranxiu asked calmly: "Do you want to ask more?"
Wen Qing flexed his fingers and thought, of course I do.
He still has a lot of questions.
Fu Ranxiu glanced at his expression, then stood motionless beside Wen Qing's bed, without even raising his eyebrows, like an extremely patient hunter, quietly waiting for his prey to fall into his trap.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand again and stroked Fu Ranxiu's neck.
Fu Ranxiu's skin was cool and a little chilly, his Adam's apple was bulging, rolling up and down, rubbing against his palm.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly and touched Fu Ranxiu's carotid artery.
He could clearly feel the other person's heartbeat rate.
Very quickly, unlike his apparent indifference.
Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, and the indifference between his brows faded slightly.
His expression seemed to have not changed, but there were quite a few changes. There was an inexplicable bitterness on his face.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and heat rose on her cheeks, staining them red.
He quickly touched Fu Ranxiu's neck with trembling fingertips.
Their skins touched each other, and Wen Qing could feel Fu Ranxiu's gradually rising body temperature, which was a little hot, scalding his palms.
Wen Qing quickly asked: "Okay, okay?"
Fu Ranxiu responded in a low voice.
Wen Qing felt a numbness in his palm and quickly retracted his hand, pressing it on the edge of the bed.
He rubbed the quilt, trying to get rid of Fu Ranxiu's body temperature.
After a while, Wen Qingcai hurriedly asked, "Why are the students in Class 1 afraid of you?"
Fu Ranxiu half closed his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse: "They rely on me."
Wen Qing was now certain.
It was really Fu Ranxiu who was behind this.
Because of Fu Ranxiu, other people's grades would improve if they bullied the transfer students.
Because it was Fu Ranxiu who did it, all the students in the class were afraid of him and obeyed him.
Wen Qing nervously picked at the quilt, his heart beating faster.
He can use props now.
Maybe Fu Ranxiu can put an end to it all?
Wen Qing closed his eyes and was about to use the props when suddenly, there was a heavy knock on the dormitory door.
Wen Qing opened his eyes immediately, thinking it was Zhang Yang.
Before he could do anything, he saw the door lock turn, and the dormitory door was pushed open with great force and slammed heavily against the wall.
"Bang--"
Song Xuan was standing at the door. When he saw Wen Qing and Fu Ranxiu being very close to each other, his face instantly turned cold.
"Fu Ranxiu, take your dirty face away."
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