Wen Wei raised his head slightly, looked at Song Xuan, and then at Jiang Yan.
Song Xuan and Jiang Yan are of similar height. One has stern features and eyes full of hostility, while the other has curved eyebrows and a dagger hidden in his smile.
In a trance, Wen Qing recalled the scene at the zoo when Ye Ye and Si Kong were arguing with each other.
He was silent for a moment, ignored the two people, turned around and walked into the classroom.
As soon as the protagonist left, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan paused.
Song Xuan said to Jiang Yan in a cold voice: "Transfer student, be careful."
Jiang Yan chuckled and said, "I will take good care of our Wen Meng."
Song Xuan sneered: "You are taking care of him if you stay away from him."
He looked at Jiang Yan with no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at something dead.
After saying that, Song Xuan turned and walked into the classroom.
Jiang Yan looked at his back and narrowed his eyes.
This copy is quite troublesome.
…………
Not long after Wen Qing sat down, he heard the sound of chair legs rubbing against the ground behind him. Song Xuan sat down.
He glanced at Jiang Yan out of the corner of his eye and returned to his seat.
Wen heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his head to eat bread, and couldn't help muttering to 001 in his heart: [Why do they like to bicker so much? ]
He thought that Jiang Yan and Zhang Yang didn't quarrel with each other.
Song Xuan first quarreled with Fu Ranxiu and then with Jiang Yan. His tone was also bad when he was chatting with Huangmao. It should be a personality problem.
And Ye Ye...
Wen Qing drank a sip of milk and heard 001 ask: [Don’t you feel anything? ]
Wen Qing was puzzled: [What feeling? ]
How should he feel?
[They...] 001 paused, was silent for a while, and said lightly, [They are childish.]
Wen Qing clearly heard 001's pause, and he asked in confusion: [Why did you stop in the middle of the sentence? ]
001 No change in expression: [Search for the appropriate words. ]
It was a very reasonable reason, Wen Qing had no doubts and continued to eat bread.
Suddenly, he felt someone kicking his foot.
It wasn't really a kick, just a gentle nudge on his heel.
Wen Qing lowered his head and saw Song Xuan's feet stretched directly under his chair, kicking lightly from time to time.
He was silent for a moment and turned to look at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan leaned lazily against the back of his chair, rocking it nonchalantly. Every time the chair rocked, he would tap Wen Qing with his toes.
What didn't change was his eyes, which looked straight at Wen Qing, as if he was waiting for Wen Qing to look back at him and say something.
Wen Qing looked at him and felt that he looked like a primary school student who was deliberately trying to attract other people's attention.
A bit similar to Ye Ye.
But it's worse than Ye Ye.
Wen Qing couldn't help but say, "Don't kick me."
Song Xuan: "No kick."
Wen Qing: “???”
Song Xuan said lightly: "I am touching you with my feet."
Wen Qing: “…”
Seeing his displeasure, Song Xuan stopped rocking his chair, leaned forward, raised his hand and knocked on the table: "You touched Fu Ranxiu."
The implication is, if you don't touch me, I will touch you.
Wen Qing was even more speechless, this neurotic version of an elementary school student!
He suddenly felt that Zhang Yang's analysis was a little wrong. Would a younger brother want to be touched by his older brother?
Wen Qing squeezed the bread in his hand: "You disturbed my breakfast."
Song Xuan glanced at the bread: "Then I'll wait for you to finish eating."
Wen Qing: “…”
He turned around, sat down, pulled his chair forward, and continued eating breakfast.
The next second, Song Xuan's feet came over again.
But this time she didn't kick him, she just quietly pressed against his shoes.
Even if he sat at the empty table next to him, Song Xuan could still sit behind him, so Wen Qing had to compromise.
He lowered his eyes and ate his breakfast. Soon, the bell for morning reading rang.
The teaching building was like a boiling pot, and the loud sound of reading suddenly rang out.
Wen Qing glanced around and still no one was slacking off.
Everyone is very serious.
Wen Qing blinked, took out a pen and paper, and began to write down and analyze.
1. Fu Ranxiu did everything.
2. If students in Class 1 bully the transfer student, their grades will improve.
3. Song Xuan and others no longer bully ordinary students.
Looking at the second and third points, Wen Qing's pen stopped.
The students in Class 1 were recruited by the school to restore its reputation. They are poor students with excellent academic performance and are good students.
Generally speaking, this type of students are busy studying and have nothing to do with school violence.
If there is a real relationship, then you will become a victim.
But now they have become the perpetrators.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at Huangmao and his other younger brothers.
They are studying at the moment, and are particularly nonchalant compared to others, like little hooligans who are just trying to learn perfunctorily.
Stop bullying ordinary classmates...
Maybe it's a good thing for the rest of the school...
But they still participated in school violence within the class and were rewarded.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at Fu Ranxiu's tall back.
Once again, I felt the strong malice.
Fu Ranxiu showed no special affection for him, he was just a human being.
This is another weird copy...
Was it Fu Ranxiu who came up with this "good" idea? Or was it the mysterious power behind him?
Wen Qing lowered his eyes. If this was a god-level copy, he would think it was related to Ji Yu.
But it is a strange copy.
Could it be related to Ji Yu’s followers?
…………
Wen Qing pondered for the whole morning, but had no idea, and could not find an opportunity to be alone with Fu Ranxiu.
The whole day on Thursday was calm in class 1, with no students bullying the players.
Wen Qing's nerves gradually began to tense up, and it always felt like the calm before the storm.
The only thing to be thankful for was that Song Xuan became normal after returning to the classroom. He no longer followed him around like a follower and was nowhere to be seen during dinner.
After dinner, the players decided to observe an evening study session.
Wen Qing first went back to the dormitory to take a shower, and then went to the classroom with Zhang Yang.
The two went up to the fourth floor and saw Xu Yuan and Chen Jing standing in the corridor from afar, looking at something.
Wen Qing walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Yuan's face didn't look good, and she whispered, "Jiang Yan hasn't come back yet."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Xu Yuan said truthfully: "When we walked into the teaching building, we saw the monitor, and she said she was going to ask the monitor for props, but now the monitor has been back for a while, and she hasn't come back yet."
"Chen Jing and I came up the other staircase."
Wen Qing tilted his head to look towards the classroom. Fu Ranxiu was sitting in his seat, reading a book with his head down.
He didn't think anything would happen to Jiang Yan, but seeing Xu Yuan and Chen Jing looking worried, he became a little unsure.
Wen Qing comforted her: "Jiang Yan may have discovered something downstairs."
He suggested: "Let's go one floor at a time and search. She shouldn't leave the teaching building."
Several people nodded, some went downstairs, some went upstairs.
Wen Qing walked to the third floor and looked at each classroom one by one. The lights in some classrooms were on and there were still a few students studying inside. It was obvious whether Jiang Yan was there or not.
When passing by the men's restroom, I heard faint noises coming from inside.
Wen Qing paused and thought, could Jiang Yan have been locked into the men's restroom?
He hurried in and just saw Jiang Yan open the compartment door and walk out unharmed.
Seeing Wen Qing standing outside the door, he paused.
Wen Qing stared at Jiang Yan blankly: "Are you okay?"
Jiang Yan nodded and looked at him with a smile: "Are you so worried about me getting into trouble?"
Wen Qing did not answer his question. He glanced at the cubicle door. There was nothing blocking it, so Jiang Yan did not seem to be locked up.
He asked in confusion, "Why are you in the men's room?"
Jiang Yan smiled and said nonchalantly: "Go to the toilet the way a man should."
Wen Qing: “…”
Jiang Yan blinked: "Don't you like men?"
Wen Qing: “…”
"Don't pay attention to Song Xuan."
He said helplessly: "Go upstairs quickly, Xu Yuan and the others thought something happened to you."
Jiang Yan responded and walked out of the men's room.
He said, "By the way, it is also ineffective against Fu Ranxiu's tools."
Wen Wei frowned slightly and whispered, "I'll try it when I get a chance."
Jiang Yan glanced at him and reminded him, "Be careful when you try."
Wen nodded lightly, thinking that with the victim's aura, Fu Ranxiu wouldn't notice anything unusual.
Seeing what he was thinking, Jiang Yan spoke again: "Don't just be careful of Fu Ranxiu, you also have to be careful of other players."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Jiang Yan said slowly: "A man is innocent but guilty of possessing a treasure."
Wen Qing pursed his lips and said slowly: "It's not a powerful prop."
Jiang Yan chuckled: "More players don't have props."
The two walked up to the fourth floor, and a student rushed over and bumped into Jiang Yan. He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, something happened at home, I have to leave first."
As he spoke he hurried down the stairs.
Jiang Yan was fine, but Wen Qing staggered and almost fell after being knocked down by Jiang Yan. Fortunately, Jiang Yan hugged his waist in time.
Jiang Yan touched his waist and couldn't help but pinch it.
Wen Qing quickly pried his hands apart.
Jiang Yan blinked: "Wen Meng, your waist is so thin."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed and she was about to walk forward.
The next second, he felt his collar being pulled.
He looked down and saw that Jiang Yan's hair was tangled in the buttons of his shirt.
Wen Qing quickly stopped and lowered his head to understand.
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's fingertips entwined with the black hair.
He tilted his head and rested it lazily on Wen Qing's shoulder: "Hurry up."
Jiang Yan deliberately spoke to Wen Qing's neck.
Warm breath brushed across her neck, and Wen Qing blushed: "Don't blow at me."
"I didn't," Jiang Yan sighed again, "I was just breathing normally."
Wen Qing's neck felt numb and itchy, and his cheeks were getting redder and redder.
Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor at this time, and Zhang Yang and others had not returned yet, so no one noticed their ambiguous actions.
Wen Qing tried to untie the hair several times but failed.
He couldn't help but said to Jiang Yan: "Well... how about cutting it?"
"No," Jiang Yan rejected, and said casually, "I like this hair very much."
Wen Qing's face was flushed with anger, and he felt that Jiang Yan's words were a bit strange.
Before I could figure it out, I saw Jiang Yan raised his hand and touched his hair, and in the blink of an eye, he took off his entire head of hair.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the hairnet on Jiang Yan's head, then looked at the long curly hair in his hand.
Fake, wig?
Jiang Yan casually pulled off the hairnet, revealing her short hair.
He casually brushed his hair and lowered his head to untie the wig that was tangled around the warm buttons.
Wen Qing stared at Jiang Yan blankly.
Maybe it was because of the short hair, but he felt that the bright makeup on Jiang Yan's face inexplicably gave him a heroic air.
Jiang Yan's entire aura changed a little.
A little...manly?
Feeling Wen Qing's gaze, Jiang Yan raised her red lips, lifted her eyelids, and asked with a smile: "So you like short hair?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses and stammered, "No, no..."
Jiang Yan chuckled, moved closer to him, and asked with a smile: "Does this make you look more manly?"
"Does it look like what you like..." He deliberately dragged out his tone and said slowly, "A man?"
Wen Qing silently pushed his face away: "I'm going back to the classroom."
"I'm also like a man in other ways," Jiang Yan took out a cigarette and a lighter, holding the cigarette in his mouth and raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to see it?"
Wen Qing didn't know what he was referring to, but his intuition told him that it was not a good thing.
"……don't want!"
Jiang Yan lit a cigarette and slowly blew out a smoke ring: "You will like it very much."
Wen Qing turned around and left, thinking, he won't like it at all!
The breeze blew by, but did not remove the heat from his face.
Wen Qing walked quickly into the men's room and lowered his head to wash his face.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind me.
A furry head suddenly buried its head in his neck and sniffed.
Wen Qing suddenly opened his eyes, only to see Song Xuan in the mirror looking at him solemnly: "You smell like that woman."
Wen Qing: "Are you a dog?!"
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