Wen Qing stared at Jiang Yan in a daze. When she saw his eyes fall on her lips, she slowly reacted.
Jiang Yan should have noticed that he had been kissed.
That's why I put lipstick on myself and that's why I said these words.
Wen Qing's cheeks turned red, and he subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the tip of his tongue accidentally touched Jiang Yan's fingers.
Wen Qing's face turned even redder, and she quickly turned sideways to avoid Jiang Yan's hand, stammering in apology: "S-Sorry..."
Jiang Yan lowered his head, looked at his wet and hot fingertips, and paused for a moment.
The feeling of the touch just now seemed to still remain on his fingers, and he couldn't help but begin to imagine the feeling of actually kissing her.
Jiang Yan raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Qing's lips.
The paste has turned into water, covering his lips in a thin layer, full of water. His lips seem to be protected, but also like water stains after a kiss.
Perhaps because she was not used to lipstick, Wen Qing pursed her lips, and the corners of her lips were faintly shiny, inexplicably carrying a hint of astringency.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, bent his fingertips, and said to Wen Qing: "This is a prop."
"It can heal external injuries."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, the fragrance of fruit filled his lips and teeth. He resisted the urge to lick his lips and responded softly.
He thought, no wonder it felt cool, it was quite comfortable.
Seeing that he believed it, Jiang Yan chuckled and said, "Letting it absorb on its own is slower, there is a faster way."
Wen Qing had no doubts and asked curiously, "What method?"
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Find someone to kiss."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, but still did not doubt Jiang Yan's words.
Given the nature of his own props, he wouldn't doubt it even if they did it, let alone a kiss.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and said slowly: "I'm fine, I'll just have to wait for it to absorb."
He asked seriously, and Jiang Yan couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed softly.
Seeing this, Wen Qing belatedly asked, "Are you lying to me?"
"Yes." Jiang Yan smiled with his eyes curved and his hands lazily placed on the flower bed.
He leaned back, tiptoed a little, and said bluntly, "Do you want to kiss me?"
"It's boring to always kiss men."
"You can kiss girls to relieve your boredom."
Wen Qing: "...No, no need."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "I'm a good kisser."
"It's delicious and sweet in the mouth."
“…”
Wen Qing: "That's not necessary."
Jiang Yan: "I also have 36D."
"You can kiss and touch at the same time."
Wen Qing: “…”
He doesn't want to talk anymore.
Wen Qing wanted to leave, but after touching the cell phone in his pocket, he paused and turned to look at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan looked at him with a smile: "Have you changed your mind?"
"No," Wen Qing took out the phone from his pocket and put it under Jiang Yan's eyes, "I stole Song Xuan's phone."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "And then?"
Wen Qing asked slowly, "Do you want to use it?"
Jiang Yan smiled and said, "No need."
He asked back, "You want to make a phone call?"
Wen Qing was stunned. He didn't expect Jiang Yan could guess this.
Jiang Yan said lazily: "This is not our real world, don't have too high expectations."
"Go ahead. I'll keep watch for you."
Wen Qing did not explain that he did not want to call someone in the real world. He thanked him, walked to another corner, and searched for the phone number of the police station where Xing Ze worked based on the address.
Wen Qing took a deep breath nervously and dialed the phone.
“Beep—beep—”
Soon, the call was connected, and a sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is..."
Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Wen Qing asked anxiously: "Hello, is there a policeman named Xing Ze in your place?"
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned, obviously not expecting Wen Qing to ask this question.
"Xing Ze?"
Wen Qing responded, and then said: "Xing is the punishment of punishment, and Ze is the choice of choice."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't provide you with information about the police officer. Please don't interfere with official duties."
Wen Qing didn't expect this answer, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, just be careful next time."
The policewoman on the other end of the line hung up the phone, turned around and asked her colleague: "Do we have a policeman named Xing Ze here?"
"Someone actually called to look for someone."
"No," the colleague shook his head. After catching a glimpse of the man walking towards them, he patted the policewoman's shoulder vigorously, "Execution Squad!"
"The name of the criminal team is Xing Ze!"
"It's just that he got promoted three years ago and no longer works for us."
Hearing the long-lost name, the man paused and looked at them.
The policewoman quickly told the truth: "A boy just called to look for you."
Xing Ze raised his eyes: "Who?"
The policewoman shook her head: "I don't know, it's a boy, and his voice sounds quite young."
"The number is 182XXXXXXXX."
…………
The other side
Wen Qing and Jiang Yan returned to the classroom, and the morning self-study session was already half over.
Almost all the students were studying hard, except for the players and Song Xuan.
Song Xuan rocked his chair casually, his eyes sweeping down Wen Qing's hair inch by inch, looking carefully.
He sat down gently and leaned closer to smell the scent.
There is almost no perfume smell.
Song Xuan hummed reluctantly and casually opened the textbook.
Song Xuan didn't do anything out of line, and Wen Qing ignored him. He stared at the back of Fu Ranxiu's head, his mind full of the game of hide-and-seek.
Fu Ranxiu is a kind-hearted person, why would he organize this kind of game?
The reason why a class of students' grades improved was because they bullied the transfer students. This is true, but the system has not yet given any progress notifications. What is missing?
Wen Qing was lost in thought while looking at the students in the class.
Compared with the previous few days, their expressions today were unusually excited, and their reading voices seemed to be a lot louder.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, her nerves gradually becoming tense.
From morning till night, nothing happened.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, the school bell rang.
The entire teaching building was boiling in an instant, shaking slightly like an earthquake. Screams, the rubbing of tables and chairs, and laughter resounded throughout the building.
A group of students sat in their seats, chatting and laughing: "We will get the money after the mock exam next week."
"I have a set of books I really want to buy."
"I still owe Brother Huang milk."
"This time the bonus is much higher than last year's. I must take it."
…………
The students from Class 2 next door rushed out of the classroom. When they passed Class 1, they smiled and greeted the students sitting at the door.
No student left the classroom, and the players did not dare to move. Everyone sat in their seats, watching the time pass by.
When the classroom became quiet, Fu Ranxiu stood up and walked to the podium.
He said indifferently, "Weekend hide-and-seek time is from 10 pm Friday to 10 pm Sunday."
Wen Qing pinched her palm nervously.
"No one is allowed to leave the school during this period. If you leave, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
Wen Qing held his breath, warning the players.
"The school occupies too much space. Every four hours, the broadcast will announce that the game area should be reduced."
"The transfer student is responsible for hiding, and the others are responsible," Fu Ranxiu paused, raised his eyelids, and said lightly, "Once the transfer student is found, maybe nothing will happen, or maybe everything will happen."
Wen Qing had already prepared himself mentally, but when he heard Fu Ranxiu's cold words, his face still turned a little pale.
The students on the same floor had not yet finished leaving. A few students passed by and looked inside curiously. They caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu speaking and started talking curiously:
“Are they preparing for the mock exam?”
"No, it seems like we are going to play games."
"Don't we have to play every weekend in class one? We should combine work with rest."
"As expected of a top student."
…………
Fu Ranxiu glanced at the students passing by and said to everyone, "Be sure to follow the rules of the game. I wish you all a happy game."
After the words were spoken, a group of students were very excited:
“I will definitely find it first this time.”
"Fangfang, let's team up. Xu Yuan seems pretty weak."
"Hahaha, okay, Xu Yuan has fair skin, so it's easy for her to get marks."
"Wang Feng, where is your roommate?"
…
They are not shy about talking to players and speak freely.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, her eyelashes trembled, and she felt many people's eyes on her.
After all, he looks pretty weak.
Fu Ranxiu said calmly: "Four more hours."
“You can start preparing in advance.”
The next second, all the students in Class 1 suddenly stood up.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide, and then saw Zhang Yang being held down by four or five people including Wang Feng.
Zhang Yang wanted to struggle, but there were too many people around him and he couldn't move at all. Soon, a black anklet appeared on his foot.
Next are Xu Yuan and Chen Jing.
Because Wen Qing had mentioned the anklet, and Zhang Yang was the first to wear one, they were not overly surprised. They just looked a little terrified because they were pinned down by so many people.
A group of students looked at their frightened expressions with joy on their faces. They did not take any other action, as if they knew that they would still be scared even if they did nothing.
Only Jiang Yan looked calm, shaking his feet and saying to the girl who was putting the anklet on him, "It's too tight, loosen it a little."
"It's too loose, tighten it a little more."
"Can you do that?"
"There won't be another one, little sister."
Wen Qing was watching, and the next second, Song Xuan blocked his view with the furry anklet in his hand.
Song Xuan sat on an empty chair beside him, bent down, grabbed his ankle, and put Wen Qing's foot on his leg.
His hands were big and warm, and there was an indescribable feeling when they covered my ankles.
Wen Qing couldn't help shrinking his feet and said to Song Xuan: "I can do it myself."
Song Xuan put the anklet on him and adjusted the tightness.
He lifted his eyelids and stared at Wen Qing with his narrow eyes: "I will be the first to find you."
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