Of course Wen Qing didn't look at Song Xuan. He turned his head and faced Song Xuan sideways, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.
The voices outside the teaching building gradually faded away, and the building was silent. The sound reception in the toilet was exceptionally good, so much so that Wen Qing could clearly hear Song Xuan's heavy breathing echoing in the narrow space.
Although she was not next to Song Xuan and there was a distance of one meter between them, the other person's hot breath hit her in the face, making her face flush and her ears hot.
Wen Qing couldn't help but pursed her lips, and a feeling of heat rose in her body.
How can someone just do that while acting?
Wen Qing pursed her lips, and caught a glimpse of Song Xuan's wheat-colored skin. She blushed and urged him, "Hurry up..."
The flame that Song Xuan had finally calmed down was ignited again by Wen Qing's sticky and coquettish words, and it burned even more vigorously.
His throat moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing tilted his face to the side, his lips, cheeks, ear tips... were all red, spreading down to his neck. His slender neck was faintly pink, and his whole body seemed to be red and ripe, tempting to be picked.
Song Xuan pressed his tongue against his cheek, unable to look away.
Wen Qing noticed his burning gaze, and unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, shouting, "Song Xuan... are you wearing it?"
Song Xuan responded in a low voice.
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, tilted his head and opened his eyes wide.
Not only was Song Xuan not dressed properly, but he was even more...
“You, you…”
Liar!
Wen Qing was so embarrassed that she turned around immediately, with her back to Song Xuan, and stammered, "What's wrong with you?!"
Song Xuan looked at his back and said in a hoarse voice: "You called my name."
Wen Qing quickly said: "I'm asking you to hurry up!"
"If you keep talking, I might not be able to bear it anymore." Song Xuan said.
The voice was a little hoarse than before, and the breathing was heavier.
Wen Qing didn't dare to say anything else. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and stared at the wall in a daze.
Song Xuan's gaze slowly moved up from Wen Qing's slender ankles, straight legs, and perky buttocks. It was not difficult to imagine the scenery when these legs were wrapped around the waist.
He exhaled a breath of hot air and looked at Wen Qing's upper body.
The loose school uniform on Wen Qing made his waist look even thinner, his back straight, and his neck stained a little red...even the back of his head looked inexplicably cute.
Even just a strand of hair can easily bring out the beast in your heart.
Song Xuan closed his eyes, stopped looking at Wen Qing, turned around and walked to the sink outside and turned on the faucet.
Wen Qing was stunned when he heard footsteps behind him, and then he heard the sound of water outside.
The toilet and washbasin are separate. Did Song Xuan go out?
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, turned around and looked, and saw that Song Xuan had indeed walked out.
Are you ready already?
He walked out while thinking. Just as he reached the door, Song Xuan's hoarse voice sounded outside again: "If you come out."
"I'm going to get fucked."
Wen Qing stopped in his tracks abruptly. Not to mention going out, he didn't even dare to move and just stood obediently by the wall.
After a long time, the sound of water stopped, and there was a rustling sound and the belt buckle made a crisp sound.
Song Xuan stood at the door, his hair was wet and water was dripping down. He casually pushed his hair behind his head, revealing his sharp brows.
There was an obvious hint of dissatisfaction between his brows, and his phoenix eyes were dark and gloomy, like a hungry beast.
Wen Qing was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he met Song Xuan's eyes, his nerves became even more tense. He was worried that Song Xuan was going crazy again.
Song Xuan walked up to him, lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance lingering in the air, and said slowly: "Wait until the game is over."
"Remember to reward me."
"Owner."
Song Xuan's breath, carrying warmth, brushed across his cheek.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and he quickly walked out of the bathroom.
He quickly left the teaching building, thinking, when the game is over, I will reward you with a new owner.
…………
The dormitory area is next to the teaching area. The road from Building 3 to the dormitory building is neither long nor short.
Fortunately, I didn’t meet any other students along the way and ran into the dormitory building safely.
The dormitory building is just as quiet as the teaching building, without any sound at all.
It seems there is no one.
Song Xuan strode upstairs.
Wen Qing followed him upstairs and was about to say that he was going back to 401, but when he looked in the direction of Song Xuan, he found that he seemed to be preparing to go back to the dormitory as well.
Wen Qing was a little confused and asked in a low voice: "Were you planning to go back to the dormitory?"
Song Xuan responded and walked straight forward without explaining the reason.
Arriving at Room 401, Wen Qing pushed open the door and saw Fu Ranxiu sitting inside with a laptop in front of him.
Wen Qing paused. Why was Fu Ranxiu in the dormitory?
Shouldn't we be in the broadcasting room?
He looked at Song Xuan nervously.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and his face darkened. He did not show any surprise, as if he knew that Fu Ranxiu was in the dormitory.
He walked into the dormitory, closed the door and locked it.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and was about to speak when he saw Song Xuan stride up to Fu Ranxiu and kick over another empty chair.
The chair was kicked and hit the wall hard, making a loud noise that made Wen Qing's eyelids jump.
Song Xuan was very angry.
Are you going back to the dormitory just to find Fu Ranxiu?
Wen Qing pursed her lips, feeling more and more that Song Xuan had already understood what Fu Ranxiu had done.
He pinched his palm and looked at Fu Ranxiu cautiously.
Fu Ranxiu had an indifferent expression, without any anger or dissatisfaction, like an emotionless robot.
He lowered his eyes, without even looking at Song Xuan, but just raised his hand and tapped lightly on the computer keyboard.
The next second, the broadcast sounded: "Teaching Building No. 3 is excluded."
The circle has shrunk.
Wen Qing blinked and looked at the notebook on Fu Ranxiu's desk.
The computer screen shows the school’s surveillance footage, with the playground, teaching building, dormitory building, etc. divided into several small screens.
Each small picture has both static and dynamic scenes, and the ones with human figures are particularly eye-catching.
Wen Qing saw Jiang Yan in the surveillance camera at a glance. He was moving back and forth in the teaching building. The people behind him couldn't catch up with him at all and were soon left behind.
Seeing that Jiang Yan was fine, Wen Qing felt relieved.
"Fu Ranxiu." Song Xuan suddenly spoke.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan looked calm and asked, "Did Ji Sheng ask you to do this?"
Hearing Ji Sheng's name, Fu Ranxiu's expression changed slightly, and he slowly raised his eyelids: "No."
"He just provided me with an opportunity..."
There was no clear question, no clear answer, but everyone present understood the specific meaning.
Song Xuan's eyebrows were fierce, veins popped out on his forehead, and he cursed: "Fu Ranxiu, is your brain stuck in the door?"
Hearing this, Fu Ranxiu glanced at Wen Qing calmly. He did not shy away from the topic and said, "I am doing the right thing."
He looked at Song Xuan, his expression neither sad nor happy, and said calmly: "Song Xuan, you were born into a wealthy family, you can do whatever you want."
"Others are not. More people are ordinary people, and even many people just try their best to be ordinary people."
Song Xuan frowned: "What the hell are you talking about."
Fu Ranxiu continued, "Wang Feng's parents are both dead, and there is only a grandmother at home who makes a living by picking up waste. Lin Fangfang's parents are one paralyzed and the other half disabled. The family of three barely makes ends meet relying on the government's minimum living allowance. The family conditions of the other people in the class are similar to theirs."
"The school formed a class and not only provided them with food, clothing, shelter and living expenses, but also provided funds to settle their families. The only condition was academic performance."
"Once the score is lower than the top 1,000 in the city, the contract will be void."
Song Xuan was slightly stunned. He knew that the family conditions of the students in the class were not good, but he didn't expect it to be to this extent.
"Why don't you just tell me you want money? Don't you Fu family have the money to help a few people?"
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids: "Money can't solve all problems."
"For them, reading good books and improving their IQ are their only chances to change their destiny."
Listening to Fu Ranxiu's words, Wen Qing nervously took a step back, leaning against the dormitory door.
"Bullshit," Song Xuan cursed with a sullen face, "Is this the right thing to do?"
"They don't have innate advantages, I provide opportunities acquired later," Fu Ranxiu looked up at Song Xuan: "I didn't force them, they volunteered."
"They themselves gave me the name in the first place."
Wen Qing pinched his palm and keenly captured the key words.
name.
Is it about the name?
Fu Ranxiu closed his laptop and said, "As for you and Huang Yi, you acted recklessly and should be punished."
Song Xuan sneered: "Not letting us beat people is called punishment?"
Fu Ranxiu said calmly: "You were minors at the time, and your body was affected by hormones and sexual deficiency, so the punishment was not severe."
Song Xuan clenched his fists, veins popping out on his arms: "You sound so high-sounding. You don't allow us to fight, but you want us to fight the transfer students?"
Fu Ranxiu looked at Wen Qing and said calmly, "Transfer students are different."
"Not my kind."
“It’s the smallest sacrifice.”
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. From what he said, it seemed that Fu Ranxiu really knew that they were players and not from this world.
Fu Ranxiu looked at his slightly panicked expression and said slowly: "Maybe I haven't done enough."
“Class 1 is just a pilot.”
"Be careful next time."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. Now she completely understood what a kind-hearted pervert meant.
To say that he has a kind heart is quite true.
To say he is a pervert is quite perverted.
Fu Ranxiu withdrew his gaze and glanced at Song Xuan.
He looked at Song Xuan's raised arm without changing his expression: "You know the consequences of taking action."
"Don't worry, your father is very careful about his life now," Song Xuan sneered. Instead of hitting Fu Ranxiu, he picked up the angel sculpture that Fu Ranxiu had placed on the table.
"This is what Ji Sheng gave you."
Wen Qing held her breath nervously, her eyelashes trembling. Was it all because of this ornament?
Is this ornament related to Ji Yu?
Fu Ranxiu looked at Song Xuan quietly, still without any action. He did not fight for it, but asked: "Song Xuan, there are only three months left."
For three years, Song Xuan did not actively participate, but he did not reject it either. He was like a half outsider, playing around from time to time.
"Why do you suddenly want to end it early?" Fu Ranxiu asked.
Song Xuan tightly grasped the angel sculpture in his hand and sneered, "Because I want to beat you up."
Hearing this, Fu Ranxiu slowly turned his head and looked at Wen Qing.
His eyes were dark and he suddenly looked over, frightening Wen Qing so much that he grabbed the door handle, ready to run away at any time.
Fu Ranxiu spoke slowly: "The price of ending early is that Wen Meng will leave?"
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and looked at Fu Ranxiu in shock.
Now it is confirmed that Fu Ranxiu knows that they are players.
He hurriedly asked the system in his mind: [Why, why is this?]
[Why would Fu Ranxiu, an aboriginal, know about this? ]
001 was silent for a moment, then said: [Fu Ranxiu is a very smart person.]
"Song Xuan, do you still want to continue?" Fu Ranxiu asked casually.
Wen Qing pinched his palm and looked at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan's face darkened and he narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean by will leave?"
Fu Ranxiu explained: "Same as the previous transfer student."
"They will leave, sooner or later."
"Song Xuan, do you want to let him go now?"
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, he could answer for Song Xuan.
Won't.
Song Xuan, this mad dog, will not let him go.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly. He pressed the door handle and turned to run.
As soon as he opened the door, with his toes still touching the ground, a big hand grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back to the dormitory.
“Click—”
Song Xuan hugged his waist with one hand and closed and locked the door with the other.
Wen Qing's body stiffened. He caught a glimpse of Song Xuan putting the angel sculpture back on the table and said:
"Fu Ranxiu."
"How come you didn't keep such an important thing?"
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