Fu Ranxiu had dark eyebrows and wore a pair of rimless glasses. The silver frame against the side of his face reflected cold light, making his expression even more indifferent.
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then quickly came to his senses.
He was somewhat surprised by Fu Ranxiu's appearance, but he also felt it was natural.
After all, Fu Ranxiu is also a pervert. In addition to his logical thinking, he is also a hand control.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and bent her fingers subconsciously.
From the living room came the sounds of rustling and fists hitting each other.
Wen Qing looked over and saw a man and a woman fighting.
The man was Song Xuan, and the woman had disheveled hair and her appearance could not be seen.
Song Xuan's moves were obviously not as flexible and agile as the tall woman's, but his face was gloomy, and every punch and kick was fierce and brutal.
The two of them were talking back and forth, their clothes fluttering.
Suddenly, Song Xuan hooked his fingers into the woman's long hair. He pulled hard, and a few strands of hair floated in the air.
The tall woman paused slightly and took a punch from Song Xuan.
He suddenly raised his hand and pulled off his long hair, pulling off the wig net, revealing a messy short hair.
Without the cover of long hair, his heroic features make him look like a real man.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled. It was Jiang Yan.
This time it is a copy of Dezhi High School.
"Are you a fucking man?" Song Xuan looked at Jiang Yan expressionlessly.
Jiang Yan sneered: "Can't you see that? Are the eyes on your face just for decoration?"
Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and retorted: "You are too yin, just like a woman."
Wen Qing: “…”
Fu Ranxiu took a step back and motioned Wen Qing to enter the house.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment and walked in.
After closing the door, Fu Ranxiu turned around and saw that the two people in the living room didn't even look at the entrance, so he spoke again: "The teacher is here."
This time, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan both heard it and turned their heads to look over.
Song Xuan's gloomy expression suddenly disappeared, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, his dark eyes lit up, and he stared straight at Wen Qing.
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, casually brushed his hair to adjust his hairstyle, then strode up to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing was about to say hello when he pulled her into his arms.
Jiang Yan lowered his head, put his face close to his, and chuckled, "Meng Meng, we are already in the real world."
"Can you date me now?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then he belatedly remembered that he had said something similar when he was in the human world.
Before he could say anything, Jiang Yan was kicked away.
Song Xuan stood in front of him, said nothing, just tilted his head slightly and leaned close to his lips.
It's a kissing posture.
Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and he immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth.
Song Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not dodge his hand, allowing him to cover it: "It's not like we haven't kissed before."
The heat between the lips and teeth all sprayed onto the palm of the hand, which was hot and itchy.
Wen Qing was about to retract his hand when he suddenly felt a soft and wet touch on his palm.
Song Xuan licked his hand.
Like a dog, he scratched his palm with his tongue and licked it back and forth.
The itch in the palm of her hand became even more intense, and Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly.
He immediately let go and wiped it hard on his pants.
The wet touch was wiped away, but the annoying itch remained, as if it was lingering on his hand.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and used the conversation to divert his attention: "Are there only three of you?"
Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are the three of us not enough?"
Wen Qing hummed and did not respond to this question.
He lowered his eyes and recalled Io's words.
【Who else will come? 】
【The one who loves you. 】
Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu both had a strange obsession with him. As for Jiang Yan, they had always taken care of him and helped him, and his initial interest turned into liking him later.
In this case...
Two more names appeared in Wen Qing's mind.
Zhou Zhou and Ye Ye.
As I was deep in thought, a warm breath suddenly brushed past my hand.
Wen Qing came back to his senses and saw Song Xuan bending over his hand, his nostrils moving slightly, smelling the scent on his sleeve carefully.
Wen Qing took a step back, putting some distance between them.
Song Xuan straightened up and narrowed his eyes: "You smell like a man."
"Which man were you thinking about just now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qing felt two other pairs of eyes falling on his face.
Of course Wen Qing couldn't tell them who he was. He was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Is there a possibility... that I am also a man?"
Song Xuan: “…”
He took a step forward and nonchalantly nudged Wen Qing's toes: "It smells like another man."
Seeing that he couldn't fool her, Wen Qing simply said directly: "There are many men around me."
"Which one do you mean?"
Song Xuan's expression changed slightly, and a hint of hostility flashed across his eyelids.
Wen Qing didn't want to talk about this anymore, so he changed the subject and asked, "Why are you here?"
Instead of downstairs?
Jiang Yan shook his head: "I don't know, I got here as soon as I opened my eyes."
Wen Qing walked in and saw a photo of this family hanging on the wall in the corner of the living room.
Some of them are of two high school students in school uniforms, two boys who look very ordinary.
Wen Qing glanced around and saw no one else in the house. He asked, "Is the owner of this house not here?"
Fu Ranxiu responded: "There are only four of us."
Wen Qing pursed his lips and said to them, "I'm here to teach two high school students how to do their homework."
Song Xuan leaned against the wall and tilted his head to look at him: "I am a high school student."
Wen Qing glanced at him, then looked at the photos on the wall and asked, "What else do you know?"
"Twelve hours." Song Xuan raised his eyelids and stared at his profile.
Wen Qing asked, "You don't know anything else?"
Song Xuan nodded.
Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan and Fu Ranxiu, neither of them knew.
Jiang Yan shrugged and said casually: "As soon as I arrived, I received a call from a woman, saying that the teacher would be here soon and asked us not to worry."
Fu Ranxiu said to Wen Qing calmly, "You are here to teach two high school students how to do their homework."
"There happen to be two high school students in the room right now."
What this means is that Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan may have temporarily replaced the identities of those two high school students.
"Let me ask." Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, took out his cell phone, took a photo of Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan, and sent it to Xuanxuan's mother.
Wen Qing: [Auntie, are you going to teach these two students? ]
Xuanxuan’s mother: [That’s right. ]
Xuanxuan’s mother: [I haven’t seen these two kids for a long time. They have become more handsome. ]
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu, then looked at the two high school students in the photo.
There is a big difference.
Anyone with normal vision can see that they are different people.
Why did he temporarily take over someone else's identity this time instead of showing up directly at his house?
What happened to Io?
Fu Ranxiu asked: "What did she say?"
Wen Qing told the truth: "You probably just borrowed their identities temporarily."
"Fu Ranxiu and I are high school students, that's right," Song Xuan paused, raised his finger and pointed at Jiang Yan, and asked, "What is this guy's identity?"
He raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Our nanny?"
Jiang Yan sneered: "No matter how you look at me, I'm still your father."
Wen Qing lowered his head, took another photo of Jiang Yan, and continued to ask Xuanxuan's mother.
Wen Qing: [Auntie, what should I call this person? ]
Xuanxuan's mother: [This is my sister, you can just call her aunt. ]
Xuanxuan’s mother: [She had long hair yesterday, but she cut it short today. She looks good with short hair.]
Xuanxuan’s mother: [I want to ask her which store made it. ]
The next second, a WeChat notification sound popped up on the phone on the sofa.
If nothing unexpected happens, it must be Xuanxuan's mother sending WeChat to Jiang Yan.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said to Jiang Yan: "Auntie said that you are her sister."
Jiang Yan: “…”
Song Xuan: “…”
Fu Ranxiu: “…”
After a while, Jiang Yan was the first to react. She curled her lips and said to Song Xuan, "I am your mother now."
Song Xuan had a blank expression on his face. Although this was not an insult, it sounded a bit like an insult.
"You fucking ..."
Jiang Yan raised the corner of his mouth: "Who are you talking about? That's your grandma."
Song Xuan: “…”
Wen Qing stood aside and watched the two of them bickering.
When they were at Dezhi Middle School, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan obviously didn't get along.
In contrast, there is a tacit understanding between Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu.
Thinking of this, Wen Qing turned his head and glanced at Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu did not join in the quarrel between Song Xuan and Jiang Yan, but stood quietly aside, with his eyelashes drooping, looking intently at one place.
His hand.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly.
Fu Ranxiu did not hide his gaze at all. His eyes seemed to materialize, stroking his hand, from the back of the hand, slowly down, across the sides of the fingers, and landing on the fingertips.
After a moment, Fu Ranxiu's eyes became darker and heavier, and his pupils seemed to be filled with flames.
Wen Qing bent his fingers and couldn't help but put his hands behind his back.
Fu Ranxiu's expression remained unchanged. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at his face.
He said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.
——Don’t look at the hands, look at the face.
Wen Qing pursed his lips. He could hide his hands, but he couldn't hide his face.
After a moment of silence, he said, "You should do your homework."
Song Xuan tilted his head to look at him.
Wen Qing said calmly: "I'm here to help you with your homework."
Song Xuan frowned. There were only twelve hours left. Who the hell wanted to do homework?
He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Jiang Yan walked up to Wen Qing first, put his arm around Wen Qing's shoulders, and said affectionately, "You two kids, go do your homework."
"Mom and the teacher have to do some adult things."
Wen Qing: “…”
Song Xuan: “…”
Fu Ranxiu: “…”
Wen Qing pushed Jiang Yan's arm away and said to him expressionlessly, "I did receive the money."
"You're on your own doing adult things."
Jiang Yan sighed quietly: "One person can do it."
"But not two people are comfortable."
“…”
Wen Qing glanced at the two thick piles of homework on the table in front of him, walked to the table, lowered his head and flipped through them.
The amount of homework is huge and I don’t know how long it has been piling up. No wonder I have to hire a tutor to teach me.
Wen Qing pushed the two homework assignments to both sides of the western dining table and said to Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan, "You can start doing your homework."
Song Xuan looked unhappy.
Fu Ranxiu walked forward and said casually as he passed Song Xuan, "He will still stay here after we leave."
Song Xuan understood what he meant.
Don't cause trouble for Wen Qing.
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu, sneered, walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down carelessly.
He casually took out a math paper, spread it out and glanced at it, raised his hand, and said to Wen Qing, "Teacher."
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds and didn't react that Song Xuan was calling him.
"Teacher Wen." Song Xuan called again.
He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and pointed to a question casually: "I don't know how to do this."
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, but couldn't tell whether he really didn't know the answer or was pretending, so he had no choice but to walk to Song Xuan and lower his head to look at the question.
The last big question on the college entrance examination paper.
It's difficult.
Wen Qing read it twice before he understood what the question was asking.
I stayed in that other world for too long and almost forgot everything I learned in high school.
He picked up a pen and said to Song Xuan, "Let me try it first."
Song Xuan paused. He didn't really want to ask a question, but wanted Wen Qing to get closer to him.
Seeing Wen Qing was about to leave, he immediately moved his finger away and pointed to another slightly simpler question.
The second big question on the test paper is not difficult.
Wen Qing was silent.
He has some ideas, but he can't guarantee that they are correct.
Seeing what Wen Qing was thinking, Song Xuan leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair: "Teacher Wen, I'll do other homework first."
Wen Qing glanced at the thick stack of homework and said to him, "It's up to you."
Just as he was about to leave, Song Xuan suddenly hooked his sleeve, gently scraped the soft flesh on the inside of his wrist with his index finger, and said meaningfully: "Teacher Wen, teach me my physiology homework."
Wen Qing: “…”
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