After saying this, Wen Qing felt so dry that his palms felt a little hot.
It is really shameful to call yourself the master.
Wen Qing didn't dare to look Song Xuan in the eye, so he looked away and said with trembling eyelashes, "Wait five more minutes."
"If Jiang Yan doesn't come, we'll leave."
Song Xuan looked down at Wen Qing's hand.
Unlike before, this time it was Wen Qing who took the initiative to hold his hand, her white and tender fingers grasping the side of his hand, which was warm, soft and tender.
It was obviously an extremely ordinary and simple touch, but Song Xuan felt dry in the mouth. He flexed his fingers and held Wen Qing's hand instead.
Wait five minutes and you can hold hands.
He waits.
Song Xuan thought that he could wait until Jiang Yan died.
Wen Qing didn't know what Song Xuan was thinking, and he felt relieved to see that he had calmed down.
He looked at the empty corridor and prayed that Jiang Yan was okay.
The teaching building was extremely quiet at this moment. The rustling of leaves of the evergreen trees outside the building and the vibration of anklets could be heard one after another.
Wen Qing looked down at the crazy vibrating anklet and asked Song Xuan: "Is this really not possible to remove?"
Song Xuan responded: "We must abide by the rules of the game."
Wen Qing pursed his lips. The vibration frequency of the anklet had increased from once every once in a while in the beginning to vibrating every second now, making his ankles numb.
In addition, the custom-made fur of the yellow-haired man kept scratching the skin, and there was an indescribable itchy feeling.
Wen Qing couldn't help but reach out and pull at the anklet.
Song Xuan adjusted the tightness to just right. He pulled one end and the other end stuck tightly to his skin, vibrating and making him itchy.
Wen Qing had no choice but to give up.
Noticing his movements, Song Xuan frowned slightly: "Is it too tight?"
Wen shook his head and said softly, "No."
"It's a bit itchy."
Song Xuan walked forward, knelt on one knee, and looked down at his ankle.
He placed his index finger on the anklet and pressed down gently, glancing at the hidden skin.
There were only a few red marks on the fair skin, and the slightly protruding ankle was the darkest, with a few red spots.
Song Xuan tilted his finger and gently rubbed the red spot with his fingertips: "Does it itch?"
Wen Qing hummed softly.
It felt quite comfortable when Song Xuan pressed it with his fingers...
"It should be an allergy," Song Xuan frowned, and directly pulled off the flannel that the yellow hair had gotten on, and asked, "What about now?"
The anklet was icy cool and when placed directly on the foot, it vibrated and rubbed the skin, relieving some of the itchiness.
Wen nodded lightly, and whispered his thanks as usual.
Song Xuan put away the flannel, looked at the time, and said, "Only one minute left."
Wen Qing didn't delay any more, he stood up and said, "Let's go."
The corridor between buildings 4 and 5 is right next to the classroom, very close and can be reached in half a minute.
As the two walked to the corridor of Building 4, Fu Ranxiu's cold voice came from the radio: "Now exclude teaching building No. 5."
Wen Qing was stunned. He originally thought that this shrinking circle was like the mode of the chicken game. The scope gradually narrowed from large to small. He didn't expect Fu Ranxiu to directly exclude a teaching building.
Just as I was muttering to myself, suddenly, the anklet vibrated violently, making a beeping sound. The sound was not loud, but it was very obvious in the quiet teaching building.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Qing's right foot felt numb and he felt a weak electric current flowing out of the anklet.
Not just a burst of electricity, but a continuous flow of electricity.
Wen Qing's legs went weak and she almost fell.
A second before he fell, Song Xuan reached out and hugged him, and quickly walked away from Building 5: "You're too close."
Wen Qing hummed, and the electric current in the anklet became stronger and stronger.
It didn't hurt, but there was a very strange numbness, and the tone of his voice changed.
Wen Qing couldn't help but moan, his instep tensed, his voice trembling, and he said to Song Xuan: "Yes, there is electricity..."
His voice was sticky and nasal. Song Xuan paused and looked down at the person in his arms.
Wen Qing snuggled in his arms obediently, her eyes slightly red, her lips red and swollen, and she gasped with her lips slightly open.
Song Xuan inevitably thought of the wrong thing and slowed down his pace.
Noticing Song Xuan's absent-mindedness, Wen Qing quickly pushed him and urged him intermittently: "Hurry up, um... there's still electricity..."
A few meters away from Building 5, the anklet finally settled down.
Wen exhaled lightly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his hair was tightly stuck to his chest, his eyes were slightly moist, and his vision was a little blurry.
His upper body felt hot and dry, and his right foot was numb and weak.
"No, the battery is out..."
Song Xuan's throat moved slightly: "Use the one without electricity in the future."
Wen Qing raised his eyes and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a conversation downstairs.
"I thought I heard a sound."
"Is there anyone up there?"
"It seems so. Let's go and have a look."
…………
Song Xuan frowned slightly, hugged Wen Qing, and walked upstairs quickly.
Wen Qing did not struggle. His legs were still a little weak, and he might not be able to walk as fast as Song Xuan.
The noise coming from the corridor was slow and the two people were not moving quickly.
Song Xuan quickly shuttled between the classroom and the office, but no door could be opened.
The sound of opening it violently is too loud, and toilets are areas where inspections are focused.
Song Xuan had no choice but to continue going upstairs.
"It seems like there is no one?"
"Did you hear wrongly?"
"Impossible, there might be someone there, I'll go up and take a look."
"Okay, then you go by yourself, I'm going to buy a bottle of water."
…………
It was the voices of two girls, only one of whom was still chasing after them.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and looked at Song Xuan's profile.
He pursed his lips tightly, with a hint of anger and worry lingering between his brows.
The anger is real, and the worry is real too.
But there is only one girl, what is Song Xuan worried about?
Wen Qing pinched his palms and thought, Song Xuan and Huang Mao, as former school bullies, are different from the other students in the class.
They got better.
Except for transfer students, they should not be able to attack any ordinary students.
So only beat the students with problems.
So when Song Xuan faced other people, he could only run with himself.
While he was distracted, Song Xuan walked up to the rooftop door.
Wen Qing was just about to say that the door might be locked.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the door to the rooftop open.
Jiang Yan stood in the moonlight, leaning lazily against the door. He raised his eyebrows.
After hearing the noise of the corridor getting closer, Jiang Yan took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and motioned Song Xuan to hand the person over to him.
Song Xuan tightened his grip.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan made a mouth shape and said silently: [Come up. 】
Song Xuan frowned and put Wen Qing in his arms.
Jiang Yan instantly stepped back and returned to the rooftop.
At the same time, Song Xuan grabbed the door handle and closed the door.
"Da, da, da—"
Hearing footsteps behind him, Song Xuan pretended to push the door.
The wooden door shook heavily twice.
Fangfang, who had just come upstairs, looked at Song Xuan and was stunned: "Song, Brother Song...it turned out to be you."
"I thought he was a transfer student."
Song Xuan didn't say anything, with a cold face, and kicked the door hard again.
The door still didn't open.
Fangfang quickly said, "Brother Song, the rooftop door is locked."
Song Xuan responded indifferently, turned around, and frowned when he saw Fangfang staring at him with no intention of leaving.
In order to avoid Fangfang's suspicion, he had to go downstairs.
Seeing Song Xuan going downstairs, Fangfang did not go up to try to open the rooftop door, but followed him downstairs, and said to Song Xuan: "Brother Huang said that Xu Yuan is in the gymnasium."
Song Xuan lifted his eyelids, glanced at the closed doors, and said expressionlessly, "I know."
The other side
Wen Qing listened to the noise outside the door with trepidation, looked eagerly at Jiang Yan who was holding her, and said silently: [You can put me down. ]
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Wen Wei's slightly swollen lips.
He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is my embrace not as comfortable as Song Xuan's?"
Wen Qing was stunned: "No..."
Jiang Yan added: "If you feel comfortable, why don't you hug me?"
Wen Qing was a little confused, not understanding his logic, and stammered, "My feet were numb just now, so Song Xuan hugged me."
"It's okay now, and, and you're a girl..."
And how could he let a girl hug him!
Wen Qing struggled again.
Jiang Yan did not force him this time. He slowly let go of his hand and stared at Wen Qing's exceptionally rosy tongue tip.
He could almost imagine how that mad dog Song Xuan hooked Wen Qing's tongue and how he did it.
The corners of Jiang Yan's lips were curled, but his expression was a little cold.
Xu Yuan...
The rooftop was too dark. Wen Qing had just come from a bright place and had not yet adapted to the darkness, so he could not notice the change in Jiang Yan's expression.
He leaned over to the door and listened for a while. After making sure there was no movement, he whispered to Jiang Yan, "I think I have figured out the advanced task a little bit."
Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and smiled at him with curved lips: "Hmm?"
Wen Qing whispered, "Those poor students in Class 1 should be different from Song Xuan."
"The top poor students need to vent their malice on the transfer students. School bullies like Song Xuan and Huang Mao should not bully any ordinary students except transfer students and bad guys."
Jiang Yan lazily responded, "A world where only transfer students get hurt has been achieved."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, a little confused: "This was obviously done by Fu Ranxiu, but the props tell me that he is a good person."
Jiang Yan chuckled: "Good man."
“Sacrifice a small number of people to preserve the interests of the majority.”
"If you think about it, Fu Ranxiu is actually a good person who is impartial and selfless."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Jiang Yan tilted his head and looked at him: "If you have to kill someone, would you choose to kill a good person or kill ten ordinary people?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips and said nothing.
Jiang Yan took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly blew out a smoke ring: "That is to say, Fu Ranxiu used some means to improve the grades of poor students, allowing them to change themselves, satisfying their own wishes and the school's purpose. On the other hand, Song Xuan and his people want to get good grades, so they have to bully the transfer students and not bully others."
"It helps everyone's grades improve, and it also makes the school bullies stop."
Wen Qing understood a little.
There was nothing wrong with their inference, but the system still didn't give any hints.
Seeing his confusion, Jiang Yan took a puff of cigarette and said slowly: "There are two more questions."
"How did Fu Ranxiu do it?"
"Apart from the ill will towards the transfer student, are there any other conditions?"
Wen Qing blinked, recalling the commonalities of everyone in the class, and quickly figured out the second question: "Do you need time to study?"
"They are very serious in class and will not slack off or race against time."
Jiang Yan shook off the cigarette ash with his fingertips and nodded: "Now there is only one question left."
"Fu Ranxiu is an ordinary person, how did he do all this?"
"This is a strange dungeon, but so far we haven't encountered any ghosts, only people."
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