Wen Qing was still wondering what the restrictions of the advanced task were and did not notice Jiang Yan's actions. When he heard him say sweet, he took out all the chocolates in his pocket.
The chocolates were bought randomly, with white chocolate, dark chocolate, hazelnut and other flavors. Wen Qing picked out the dark chocolate and handed it to Jiang Yan: "Hey."
Jiang Yan raised his eyelids and met Wen Qing's clear eyes.
He tilted his head, his cheeks white and tender, and said seriously: "This taste shouldn't be sweet."
Instantly, Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled, "I'm not saying chocolate is sweet."
Wen Qing looked at him with some doubt in his eyes.
Jiang Yan didn't explain. He held his chin and said slowly, "Actually, I have a terminal illness."
Wen Qing glanced at him and said slowly, "Don't lie to me."
He has learned his lesson.
Jiang Yan blinked and said, "Otherwise why would I come to this world."
Wen Qing was stunned, a little confused: "Weren't you forced to come in?"
"Of course not," Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and gently tapped the back of Wen Qing's hand, "Someone was forced to come in."
"Some people came in voluntarily." As he said this, he pointed to the tip of his nose again.
"Only here can I have a chance to cure my terminal illness."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at him.
Jiang Yan had a smile on his lips and spoke in a casual tone, as if he was joking, or as if he was joking and talking about something.
Watching Jiang Yan curling his hair with his fingertips, Wen Qing was distracted and an idea flashed through his mind.
Is it really a terminal illness?
So the hair is short, not long?
Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan's face again and thought that his face seemed a little pale.
So do you usually wear heavy makeup to hide your sick appearance?
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Is it a serious illness?"
Jiang Yan tapped the table with his fingertips and replied, "There is no rule of law in the real world."
Wen Qing's mind flashed through many names of advanced cancers. He didn't know what to say, so he could only whisper in a comforting voice, "It will be cured."
Jiang Yan nodded, held his hand, and smiled: "So Meng Meng, can you help me?"
Wen gently flexed his fingers, not avoiding Jiang Yan's touch, and asked softly, "How can I help you?"
Jiang Yan came up to him and pouted: "Just a kiss will do."
Wen Qing: “…”
He opened a piece of chocolate expressionlessly and stuffed it into Jiang Yan's mouth again.
Shut up.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door.
Wen Qing paused and turned his head to look over.
The footsteps gradually approached, and without any hesitation, they stopped directly outside the door.
"Click——" the door opened.
Song Xuan strode into the office and closed the door.
He glanced at the condition of Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, and seeing that there was nothing abnormal between them, he withdrew his gaze, sat next to Wen Qing, and took out his mobile phone to read text messages.
Feeling that something was wrong with Song Xuan, Wen Qing looked at him twice.
Song Xuan half-closed his eyes, his brows full of hostility, completely different from his previous calmness.
Because of Ji Sheng?
Song Xuan was only halfway through his words, and it was obvious that he had thought of something.
Ji Sheng, Fu Ranxiu...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. Could it be that Song Xuan also guessed that it was because of Ji Sheng?
Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone vibrating was heard.
Wen Qing and Jiang Yan looked at Song Xuan together.
"Text message." Song Xuan said and clicked on the text message.
Huang Yi: [Brother Song, the monitor is in the dormitory, and seems to be watching the surveillance video on the computer.]
Song Xuan: [Where are the others? ]
Huang Yi: [They haven’t gotten up yet.]
Song Xuan: [You can let them start playing games now. ]
Song Xuan: [I'm going to find Fu Ranxiu.]
Huang Yi: [Okay.]
Wen Qing couldn't see Song Xuan's phone screen, but judging from his typing and the vibration of his phone, he should be chatting with someone else.
For example, yellow hair?
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, then asked curiously, "Do the rules of the game allow you to contact each other?"
Song Xuan put away his phone and explained patiently: "We just can't interfere with normal games."
"Like cheating on props."
After saying that, he glanced at Wen Qing's clothes and looked away.
Someone stole his cell phone, and he retrieved it as the owner, so it certainly wasn't considered cheating.
Wen Qing looked down at the anklet and couldn't help asking, "Isn't it cheating if you guys communicate with each other?"
Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "This is just normal communication between players."
Communication between players...
Wen Qing lowered his eyes in this game of hide and seek.
Fu Ranxiu stood at the top and made the rules.
All students in Class 1 are players, and transfer students are both players and playthings.
A sentence flashed through Wen Qing's mind: [Some gods want to play a simple game with humans. ]
Like these infinite copies, those gods and monsters are players, and he, Jiang Yan and other players are both players and playthings.
Wen Qing was thinking aimlessly.
Soon, laughter was heard outside the window.
"Hello?"
"Is anyone there?"
"Stop shouting. Building 5 was ruled out last night."
“I forgot hahaha.”
"Let's go to the gym."
"I don't know how Xu Yuan is doing, hahaha."
…………
Jiang Yan stood up, walked to the window and looked out.
A dozen people passed by the building where they were, and they didn't seem to have any intention of coming in, so they just walked straight ahead.
Jiang Yan said, "Let's go to the dormitory."
Wen Qing was thinking about how to tell Song Xuan.
Turning around, Song Xuan didn't argue with Jiang Yan, but directly opened the office door.
"Walk."
The three of them walked down the stairs closer to the dormitory area. As soon as they reached the first floor, they saw Xu Yuan panting and leaning against the wall.
Her hair was disheveled, her face was dark blue, and her body had many scratches. From a distance, one could smell a strong smell of paint on her. It was obvious that she had just run out of the gymnasium.
After seeing Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, Xu Yuan stopped suddenly.
Jiang Yan glanced at her coldly and said to Wen Qing, "Go first."
Xu Yuan looked up at Jiang Yan and Wen Qing who were safe and sound, then looked at Song Xuan behind them, a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.
Why?
Why are they both safe and sound? Why are they even protected by the indigenous people?
And you were stuck in the gymnasium all night without being able to open your eyes?
Xu Yuan gritted her teeth, looked at Jiang Yan, and said in a hoarse voice: "Jiang Yan, you two stick together and ignore the rest of us?"
Wen Qing frowned: "We have no obligation..."
Before she finished speaking, Xu Yuan gritted her teeth and said, "I won't tell you any clues in the future!"
After saying that, she turned and ran to the side of the road, shouting, "Jiang Yan and Wen Meng are here."
A shrill female voice echoed throughout the school.
Jiang Yan's face darkened and he looked sideways to the front.
Group 1 and the others didn't go far. After hearing Xu Yuan's voice, they all came back.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Xuan.
Compared with Song Xuan, he can attract more attention of a class of students.
Jiang Yan said coldly: "Take Wen Meng back to the dormitory."
"I'll be right there."
Wen Qing opened her mouth, but before she could say a word, Jiang Yan ran up to Xu Yuan at an extraordinary speed, grabbed her by the collar, and dragged her towards Building 3.
"Let's go." Song Xuan said.
Wen Qing responded and followed Song Xuan out through another route.
Just as he was about to walk out of Building 3, Song Xuan suddenly stopped.
Wen Qing almost bumped into his back and just stopped, Song Xuan turned around and suddenly carried him on his shoulders.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and almost screamed out.
"you……"
The next second, two girls in school uniforms appeared in front of him.
It’s Fangfang and her roommate.
The two men were panting, obviously having come here on purpose to block the road.
After seeing Song Xuan, he shouted in surprise: "Song, Brother Song..."
"You, you caught it?"
Song Xuan responded and continued walking forward.
Fangfang glanced at Wen Qing, gave a wink to her roommate, and the two of them followed Song Xuan.
"Brother Song, do you want to come together?"
Song Xuan paused and looked the two girls up and down: "Together?"
"What? You guys want to be fucked by me too?"
Fangfang and her roommate were stunned.
Wen Qing was also stunned.
Song Xuan didn't say much. He carried Wen Qing and walked quickly into the men's restroom.
He kicked the door open forcefully and looked outside calmly.
Still here.
Song Xuan frowned, put Wen Qing on the ground, and silently mouthed: [Call it out.]
Wen Qing stood by the wall, stunned for a moment before realizing what Song Xuan meant, and stammered, "No, don't."
He was too nervous and shouted the two words clearly and without any emotion.
Song Xuan was silent for a moment, raised his hand to unbuckle his belt and threw it to the door, deliberately letting the two people outside see it.
He raised his chin slightly and casually unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smoothly-defined muscles. His wheat-colored skin looked like honey under the dim light of the toilet, with a hint of astringency.
【Continue.】 Song Xuan said again.
Because of Song Xuan's behavior, Wen Qing was really a little nervous now, and said stumblingly: "Don't, don't do this..."
His voice trembled and his tone dragged out involuntarily.
To others it does sound like it was forced.
Fangfang looked at her roommate, somewhat hesitant.
She has absolutely no interest in this kind of thing.
Listening to the faint sound of water inside, the roommate said with a red face: "Let's go, let's go, don't disturb Brother Song."
"What if we go in and he gets hurt?"
"Let's go find Xu Yuan."
The two looked at each other and left the men's restroom.
In the toilet
Song Xuan lowered his voice and hummed from time to time.
Wen Qing was so anxious that her face turned red. She didn't dare to look directly at Song Xuan and asked softly, "Have they left?"
Song Xuan hummed.
Wen Qing turned her head to look at him, then instantly looked away, her ears turning red with embarrassment.
"Put your pants on!"
Song Xuan leaned against the wall and licked the wound on his lips: "Look at me."
“I can’t wear it now.”
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