The warm breath sprayed on the earlobe, and Wen Qing's ears turned red instantly.
He immediately turned his head to avoid Song Xuan's intimate touch.
Wen Qing moved his chair back to distance himself from Song Xuan.
Song Xuan didn't care about Wen Qing's actions. He didn't move forward. He leaned against Wen Qing's desk and watched quietly.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and began to ponder.
Now there are two choices before him.
Either ask Fu Ranxiu or ask Song Xuan.
Fu Ranxiu is a hand control, he wants to touch, he has already touched the neck, next time he doesn’t know where to touch…
Song Xuan is a mad dog, he also wants to be touched and clingy, and who knows what he will do when he gets mad...
In comparison, at least Fu Ranxiu wouldn't force him.
and……
Wen Qing pursed her lips and thought, now it is certain that Fu Ranxiu is bad and the manipulator of everything.
He can also use the victim's halo to ask Fu Ranxiu to do things.
Thinking of this, Wen Qing pinched his palm and said to Song Xuan: "You should starve."
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at him for a long while, glanced at the bathroom beside him, and asked, "Are you going to look for Fu Ranxiu?"
Wen Qing was stunned.
Seeing this, Song Xuan became more and more certain that Wen Qing was going to find Fu Ranxiu.
He raised the corner of his mouth and said to Wen Qing: "Fu Ranxiu is a pervert."
Wen Qing thought silently in his heart, you are also a pervert.
Song Xuan poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue, stared at Wen Qing's hand, and said, "That guy is more perverted than me."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and thought, don't be so self-deprecating.
You two are both equally perverted.
Wen Qing's expression did not relax at all, and a hint of hostility gradually rose between Song Xuan's brows.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the dormitory door.
“Boom boom boom—”
Song Xuan asked coldly: "Who?"
"I...Brother Song." The yellow-haired man's voice came from outside the door.
Song Xuan said expressionlessly: "Come in."
Hearing the anger in his voice, Huangmao didn't dare to make too much noise and pushed the door open carefully.
He walked to Song Xuan's side tremblingly, glanced at Wen Qing who was sitting quietly in the chair, and hesitated whether to speak.
Song Xuan: "If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now."
Huang Mao glanced at Wen Qing again and said hesitantly: "Brother Song, this, this transfer——"
Before he could even utter the word "life", he was kicked to the ground by Song Xuan.
The yellow-haired man was kicked unexpectedly and subconsciously tried to grab something to steady himself. He ended up grabbing an empty chair and fell heavily to the ground. The chair fell on his legs, and the stainless steel legs of the chair made a loud noise as they rubbed against the ground.
Wen Qing was frightened by the noise and looked nervously at the yellow-haired man lying on the ground.
Huang Mao was obviously used to such things. He lifted up the chair, endured the pain in his legs, stood up tremblingly, and stammered: "Song, Song brother..."
He didn't know what he had done or said wrong.
Song Xuan raised his eyelids and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.
He turned his head to look at Wen Qing and said to Huang Mao, "This is your Meng brother."
Yellow-haired: “???”
Wen Qing: “???”
Seeing the yellow-haired man standing there in a daze, Song Xuan coldly spat out two words: "Call for help."
The yellow-haired man was so scared that he turned around and bowed to Wen Qing at a 90-degree angle, shouting at the top of his voice, "Hello, Brother Meng!"
Wen Qing looked at him silently, not knowing what to say. After hesitating for a moment, she simply stopped talking.
Song Xuan asked Huang Mao with a serious face: "What the hell is going on?"
Huang Mao quickly said, "Chen Gou said the stuff has arrived, it's downstairs."
"Want to go check it out?"
Hearing this, Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, as he had just seen Wang Feng's knife.
Now Huangmao said that something had arrived, and it was hard not to associate it with what happened over the weekend.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and his expression changed obviously.
Song Xuan looked at his eyelashes that were trembling like a small fly, paused, and said to the yellow-haired man, "Let's go."
Huang Mao turned his head and looked at Wen Qing again, and asked tentatively: "Then, what about Meng Ge?"
Song Xuan tilted his head and looked at Wen Qing.
Of course Wen Qing wanted to see it, but he knew that Song Xuan would not let him see it in vain.
He thought that since Song Xuan was not around, it was a good opportunity to ask Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing said slowly, "I'm going to sleep."
Huang Mao quickly responded: "You can sleep well."
After saying that, he quickly walked to the door and opened it for Song Xuan.
Wen Qing sat on the chair, listening to the footsteps of the two people gradually fading away, and quickly got up and walked to the door.
He looked outside and saw no one in the corridor.
Wen Qing closed the door in a hurry and did not notice the corner of white clothes flashing in the corridor.
He strode towards the bathroom, wanting to use the props, but when he passed Song Xuan's desk, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Song Xuan's cell phone is still on the table.
Wen Qing glanced at the bathroom. He heard the sound of water dripping. Fu Ranxiu was still taking a shower and it would probably take a while.
He immediately picked up his phone and swiped upwards.
No lock.
Wen Qing's eyes lit up. There were not many apps on the phone's desktop.
He immediately opened WeChat.
Unexpectedly, Song Xuan's WeChat was almost blank, with only two chat dialog boxes.
One is marked as Bodyguard No. 1 and the other is marked as Bodyguard No. 2.
The content was also very ordinary, about picking him up from school and packing his school dormitory belongings.
Song Xuan doesn’t have many friends on WeChat and has no remarks.
Wen Qing frowned and opened the photo album on his phone.
What caught my eye was a photo of my back in the classroom.
I don’t know when Song Xuan took the photos secretly.
Wen Qing resisted the urge to delete it and scrolled forward.
There aren’t many photos in the album, most of them are photos and short videos of beating and hitting people.
Everyone inside was wearing the school uniform of Dezhi High School, and Wen Qing couldn't be sure who was being beaten.
Unable to see anything in the photo album, Wen Qing simply opened the text message and took a look.
Song Xuan didn't send many text messages.
Unexpectedly, Wen Qing saw a familiar name.
Season voice.
The last conversation was three years ago.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she clicked on the text message between her and Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng: [Junior, the guy named Fu Ranxiu in your class is quite interesting.]
Song Xuan: [He is a psychopath.]
Ji Sheng: [Haha, this is even more fun.]
Ji Sheng: [Junior, I seem to have met someone who suits my taste. ]
Song Xuan: [……]
Ji Sheng: [He's a little priest, so cute. ]
Ji Sheng: [He knows.]
Ji Sheng: [We are preparing to go abroad. ]
Song Xuan: [I saw the news.]
Ji Sheng did not reply to Song Xuan's message.
Wen Qing looked at the chat history blankly. This seemed to be the Ji Sheng he knew.
But he didn't know which high school Ji Sheng attended.
Wen Qing quickly opened the webpage and searched for Wen City, Ji Sheng, and Ji Yu.
Sure enough, I saw the news about the serial murder case.
A family of three was sentenced to death for murder and dismemberment.
The picture attached to the news was blurred, but it was not difficult to see Ji Sheng's family.
Wen Qing stared at the news in a daze and asked 001: [System, didn’t you say that the copies won’t overlap? ]
001 replied calmly: [There is no overlap. ]
【This is a new copy. 】
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: [So the copy of the Lost Path is really in the same Wen City as this copy, but in a different timeline? ]
001 did not answer, it could not answer.
Wen Qing was a little confused. It had only been two months since he went to the mysterious copy, but now three years had passed.
There will be connections between the copies.
Is this copy related to Ji Sheng? Or is it really related to Ji Yu?
Is this a real small world?
The speed of time flow in the human world is different from that in this world.
Is Xing Ze still there?
…………
Wen Qing's mind was in a mess. He clenched his phone and wanted to call Xing Ze.
After clicking on the dial-up interface, he suddenly realized that he didn't remember Xing Ze's number.
"Click——" the bathroom door opened.
The scent of mint shower gel instantly filled the entire dormitory.
Wen Qing came to his senses immediately, subconsciously hid his phone in his pocket, and looked towards the bathroom.
Fu Ranxiu stood in the bathroom and just opened the door without looking over.
He was wet all over, and his rimless eyes were slightly misty.
Noticing Wen Qing's gaze, Fu Ranxiu tilted his head and asked indifferently, "Do you want to wash?"
"No, no need." Wen Qing shook his head.
He calmed his mind and stopped thinking about the mystery. The most urgent thing now was to pass this copy.
Wen Qing quickly went over the questions he had prepared in his mind, then immediately ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.
Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu's eyes moved slightly, and he asked casually: "Have you considered it?"
Wen nodded gently.
Yes, I've thought about it.
He wants to use props, what a pervert.
Wen Qing closed his eyes and silently repeated "I am a victim" three times in his mind.
He held his breath and heard the prompt sound indicating that the prop was taking effect.
[[Victim Aura] has taken effect.]
Before Wen Qing had time to be happy, as soon as he opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong.
Fu Ranxiu stood in front of him, looking at him sternly, without any warmth in his eyes.
wrong.
Different from Kuroo's reaction.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, and he stuttered to ask the system: [Is there something wrong? ]
001 read the function of the victim halo: [Kind-hearted species will have evil intentions towards you, want to bully you and make you cry, while treacherous and greedy species will have good intentions towards you, want to protect you and love you.]
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and looked at Fu Ranxiu in panic.
The props took effect.
Fu Ranxiu has not gotten better...
In other words…
Wen Qing couldn't believe it: [Fu, Fu Ranxiu is kind-hearted? ? ]
【Is this a mistake? ! 】
001 was silent for a moment, then said to Wen Qing: [No.]
Wen Qing: [But he is obviously a pervert! ]
001: [He is a... pervert with a kind heart. ]
Wen Qing: “???”
Fu Ranxiu slowly raised his hand, took off his glasses, and pushed the hair on his forehead back, revealing his sharp eyebrows.
His temperament was completely different from before. It was not the coldness that came from deep in his bones, but a kind of sinisterness that floated on the surface.
Fu Ranxiu stared at the panicked Wen Qing, the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a wicked smile.
“You have beautiful hands.”
I want to fuck and cry.
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