1.
Wen Qing was stunned. He wondered if he had heard it wrong.
What?
The next second, 001 repeated:
[Bullying - Trampling]
【Release target: Ji Junfeng.】
This time, 001's tone was not as cold as usual. It contained a hint of displeasure, urging him to complete the task.
After two seconds, Wen Qing still stayed where he was.
Trampling?
Does that mean he should step on Ji Junfeng? !
001 spat out two words coldly: [Hurry up. ]
Wen Qing asked weakly in his heart: [What will happen if I don’t step on it? ]
001: [You will be responsible for the consequences.]
This kind of unclear answer is the most terrible.
Wen Qing wanted to cry but had no tears. Why didn't you explain it clearly?
Is it possible that there will be no consequences?
Maybe he’d get beaten up by Ji Junfeng?
Or maybe I'll be kicked out of the copy?
The worst possible scenario... dying on the spot?
Wen Qing scared himself. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. With his luck, it was definitely not going to be a good thing. The worst possible outcome would most likely be the result.
He can't afford to gamble, and he dares not gamble.
[I step, I step...]
Wen Qing lowered his head, looking at Ji Junfeng's bruised body helplessly. After holding it in for a long time, he asked stumblingly, "Can I, can I step on you?"
Ji Junfeng raised his eyelids and leaned against the wall to look at him: "Hmm?"
Wen Qing knew that he had made a very rude request, and he did not dare to look directly at Ji Junfeng: "Can, can I?"
"I'll just step on it lightly and quickly. No, it won't hurt."
Ji Junfeng didn't say anything and just looked at him quietly.
001 urged again: [What are you waiting for? ]
【I see……】
Wen Qing lifted his foot, saw his muddy shoes, and put them back silently.
A little dirty.
He bent down, untied his shoelaces, and took off his shoes and socks.
Ji Junfeng lowered his eyes and stared at his feet.
Wen Qing's feet were not big, not even big enough to be held in one hand. There were light blue and purple veins on the white instep of her feet. Her toes were round and her nails were pink.
Ji Junfeng opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air.
Wen Qing tapped her toes on her shoes, raised her foot and put it down, but she couldn't take the next step.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind me.
Someone walked in.
Wen Qing was startled and turned to look over.
Bai Tong stood at the door of the toilet, frowning slightly: "I just saw a few people--"
As he spoke, he paused and saw Ji Junfeng behind Wen Qing.
Bai Tong glanced at Ji Junfeng, who was covered in wounds, and then at Wen Qing, who was barefoot. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
Wen Qing stammered, "I, I'm bullying people..."
Bai Tong was slightly startled, but quickly realized that it was because of the ID card. He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Wen Qing's bare feet.
Wen Qing instinctively retracted his feet, and when he saw that Bai Tong understood what he meant, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned sideways, looked at Ji Junfeng, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I, I just did it gently..."
Ji Junfeng chuckled and said in a hoarse voice: "How long have you been talking about this?"
“Why don’t you step on it?”
Aren't you mentally prepared yet?
Wen Qing glanced at Ji Junfeng's body. There were not only wounds on his hands, but also cigarette scars and large bruises on his chest. The injuries on his stomach and legs were not visible, but judging from the stick marks and footprints on his clothes, there were definitely wounds there.
Covered with wounds...
This, there is no place to step!
Wen Qing stood on tiptoe, not knowing where to step.
Before he even lifted his feet, 001's cold and ruthless countdown sounded in his mind: [Ten, nine, eight...]
Wen Qing slowly raised his foot. Perhaps Ji Junfeng was getting impatient, so he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his ankle.
With the hot palm covering her feet, Wen Qing struggled subconsciously.
But Ji Junfeng was very strong. He grabbed his feet and pressed them directly on his chest.
The skin under his feet was burning hot, and Wen Qing felt as if his feet were scalded. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Ji Junfeng in a daze.
Ji Junfeng raised the corner of his mouth, moved his palm from his ankle to the instep, and pressed down gently: "Do you want to step on me like this?"
The sticky and hot breath brushed across the soles of her feet. Wen Qing felt itchy and embarrassed, and apologized quickly: "S-Sorry..."
Ji Junfeng smiled, grabbed his foot, slowly moved it down, stopped at his belly button, and pressed it hard again: "Do you still want to step on me like this?"
Wen Qing could feel that the force was very strong, as if he was really asked to step on it.
Hearing Ji Junfeng's increasingly rapid breathing, Wen Qing apologized again and wanted to retract his foot, but Ji Junfeng held him tightly and continued to move forward.
"I'm sorry..." Wen Qing apologized in a low voice, his eyes slightly red from nervousness.
He asked 001 in his mind: [System, is this okay? ]
001: [Yes.]
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and he said quickly: "Enough..."
"No……"
His voice trembled slightly, and he didn't sound like he was bullying others, but rather like he was being bullied.
Bai Tong's throat moved slightly, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Wen Qing's bare feet.
Ji Junfeng exhaled a breath of hot air, panting slightly: "So fast?"
"Don't you want to step anywhere else?"
Bai Tong stood aside and saw the changes in desire in Ji Junfeng's eyes clearly. His face gradually darkened.
He strode forward, and just before he was about to take action, Ji Junfeng let go of Wen Qingjiao's hand.
There were a few red fingerprints on Wen Qing's white and tender feet, which looked very ambiguous.
Ji Junfeng licked his lips, closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was hurt by being stepped on, or as if he was recalling something.
Wen Qing didn't pay any attention to his feet. He put on his shoes in a hurry and asked, "How are you now?"
Ji Junfeng closed his eyes and said nothing.
Wen Qing whispered, "Shall I take you to the classroom?"
Ji Junfeng still didn't speak.
Wen Qingxin thought that this should be the default.
He bent down and tried to help Ji Junfeng up.
Ji Junfeng had been sitting the whole time yesterday, and Wen Qing was not aware of his height. Now, when he was halfway through supporting him, Wen Qing realized that the other party was much taller than him. He could only barely wrap his arms around Ji Junfeng's waist, and Ji Junfeng's chin was resting on his crown.
The strong smell of perfume hit Wen Qing in the face, and her eyes turned red. She quickly turned her head and bumped into Ji Junfeng's biceps.
Although Ji Junfeng looks androgynous, he has pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps.
From Bai Tong's perspective, Wen Qing buried herself in Ji Junfeng's arms, which was full of ambiguity.
With a gloomy face, he walked to Wen Qing and said, "You are weak, let me do it."
Ji Junfeng snorted twice, still pressing on Wen Qing, and said lazily: "No."
"You look a lot like the guys who beat me up just now. I'm scared."
Bai Tong's mouth twitched.
Wen Qing raised his head and whispered to Ji Junfeng: "I, I can't hold you by myself..."
He asked tentatively: "Don't you want to close your eyes so that you can't see Bai Tong?"
Ji Junfeng reluctantly responded: "Okay then."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, pressed his head against Wen Qing's ear, and slowly raised one arm, motioning Bai Tong to help.
Bai Tong grabbed Ji Junfeng's arm and walked out expressionlessly.
Wen Qing took two steps and felt something soft brushing the tip of his ear.
Take a step and rub it.
The warm breath sprayed on the ear, as if an electric current drilled into the body and spread along the spine to the whole body.
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she pushed Ji Junfeng's head softly: "Don't get so close to me."
Ji Junfeng groaned and said slowly: "My stomach hurts and I can't move."
Wen Qing pursed his lips and whispered, "Then you continue to lean on me."
Bai Tong's face became even gloomier, and the hand holding Ji Junfeng's arm gradually became stronger.
Ji Junfeng cried out in pain: "My hands are starting to hurt too."
Wen Qing asked quickly: "Why don't we just send you to the infirmary."
Ji Junfeng panted: "There is no infirmary in the school."
"If you're injured, you can only go to the temple and pray, but I don't want to go."
Temple?
Wen Qing thought of the huge statue and his expression changed slightly: "Then, let's go to the classroom."
Just as he reached the stairs, Ji Junfeng shouted again: "My hand hurts even more."
"Student, please don't use so much force."
Hearing this, Wen Qing paused and turned to look at Bai Tong.
Bai Tong smiled faintly, motioned Wen Qing to move aside, then took a step to the side, carried Ji Junfeng on his back, and strode down the stairs.
His voice was cold and without any warmth, he said: "Classmate, of course it hurts when you talk so much, I will quickly take you to the classroom to rest."
It is much faster for one person to carry something than for two people to carry it, and they arrived at the classroom in the blink of an eye.
Bai Tong walked to the back row and threw Ji Junfeng onto a chair: "Does it hurt?"
Ji Junfeng looked pale, looked at Wen Qing who was closing the door, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, I can bear it, you didn't mean it."
Bai Tong: “…”
Ji Junfeng continued: "Thank you, classmate."
Wen Qing turned around, not noticing the weird atmosphere between the two.
He looked at the wound on Ji Junfeng's body and asked in a low voice: "Do you have any medicine that can be applied?"
Ji Junfeng raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm fine."
"You guys, go to the cafeteria."
"The fast begins today. The teacher will call the roll at every meal."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked, "What about you?"
Ji Junfeng lay on the table and closed his eyes: "I'm not going."
"Those people just don't want me to go, so don't worry about me."
Wen Qing frowned: "Then I'll talk to the teacher for you."
Ji Junfeng laughed: "Okay, thank you for your help then."
After leaving the classroom for a distance, Bai Tong asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Wen Qing told the truth: "I heard the noise when I came out of the office, and then I went to take a look."
"I found three or four people beating Ji Junfeng, and then I pretended to call for the teacher to scare them away..."
"Then, then," Wen Qing paused and said slowly, "The system prompted me to step on Ji Junfeng."
Bai Tong frowned: "This is your clue."
Wen Qing exclaimed, and suddenly realized: "Yes..."
"But I didn't see the faces of those perpetrators."
Bai Tong shook his head and explained: "It should have nothing to do with the abuser."
"Your hobby is bullying, so it should be related to the victim."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Bai Tong lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes: "To be precise, it may have something to do with Ji Junfeng."
"Is there anything unusual about him?"
Wen Qing thought for a moment and said, "He also had a lot of injuries yesterday."
"I didn't find anything else."
Bai Tong hummed and continued, "He said that he could only go to the temple to pray when he was injured, but he didn't want to go. As a student of the seminary, he might know something."
Thinking of the change in Ji Junfeng just now, Bai Tong couldn't help but remind Wen Qing: "Be careful when you come into contact with him."
"No matter what, he is also a native student of this seminary, right..."
Bai Tong didn't say the rest of the words, but Wen Qing understood. He nodded and whispered, "I will."
Bai Tong's expression eased slightly, and he asked, "By the way, why did Teacher Chen look for you?"
Wen Qing took out the gift box from his pocket, opened the lid, put the spoon and chopsticks under Bai Tong's eyes, and said slowly: "The teacher said that the high priest hopes that I will eat well."
2.
Bai Tong lowered his head and looked silently at the chopsticks and spoon tied with bow ribbons.
I have to say, it's kind of cute.
And he and Wen Qing are inexplicably compatible.
After a while, he said, "This high priest is watching you."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled. Hearing Bai Tong tell the truth was different from his own wild guesses.
He glanced around to make sure there was no one around, then leaned close to Bai Tong's ear and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you monitoring us?"
A faint sweet fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. Bai Tong pursed his lips and whispered, "It should be only you."
"Most people didn't go to the cafeteria yesterday."
Wen Qing was the only one who received the gift.
Wen Wei frowned slightly. Was it because of what happened in the temple yesterday?
Or is it because of the buff on him?
Wen Qing couldn't figure it out by himself, so if he wanted Bai Tong to help analyze it, he had to tell him about the buff.
Bai Tong has already told him about the portable space. If I tell him about the buff...
While hesitating, 001 said: [I can’t say.]
Wen Qing couldn't help but ask: [Why? ]
001 said coldly: [Portable space is not a rare thing. You are the only guide at the moment.]
[Can you guarantee that he won’t do anything after knowing this? ]
Wen Qing was about to speak when 001 said, "Even if he looks normal now, are you sure he won't change in the future?"
Wen Qing thought of Zhou Zhou instantly after hearing this. He lowered his eyes: [No.]
001 did not let him go and continued: [Can you ensure that he will not tell this to others? Whether voluntarily or under duress?]
[Someone with ulterior motives will covet the buff on you, and can even use you as bait. An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. ]
It was the first time Wen Qing heard 001 speak such a long speech.
Although the tone of these words was the same as usual, cold and indifferent, without any emotion, he was worried that 001 was secretly angry and would start spending money recklessly when he returned to the human world.
Wen Qing quickly said obediently: [I understand. I won’t tell anyone about the buff.]
001 snorted coldly.
Wen Qing thought about it and asked hesitantly: [Can my buff be taken away? ]
001: [Some people can. ]
Wen Qing understood, probably those who had props or other buffs.
[Then, can we exchange it? ]
001 said coldly: [No.]
The warmth of these two words was much lower than the previous ones. Wen Qing didn't dare to ask any more questions and followed Bai Tong into the cafeteria quickly.
The cafeteria is a single-story building with only one floor.
As Wen Qing and Bai Tong walked up the stairs, they heard a female teacher's slightly angry voice: "Wen Qing, Bai Tong."
"Are these two students not here?"
Bai Tong shouted, “Here we are.”
Wen Qing also quickly responded and ran in quickly.
A middle-aged female teacher in a professional suit stood in the middle of the cafeteria. She held the roll call list in her hand and looked at Wen Qing and Bai Tong coldly: "Why are you so slow?"
"It's past eight."
Wen Qing walked up to her and said softly, "I'm sorry, teacher."
"Teacher Chen asked me to go to his office. I was delayed a little on the way."
Seeing that it was Wen Qing, the female teacher smiled, picked up the pen and made a mark on the roll call, then softened her voice and said, "I know what it is. You two should sit down and have your meal."
Wen Qing had just taken a step when he paused and said to the female teacher, "Teacher, our classmate Ji Junfeng is not feeling well and cannot come to eat. He is in the classroom now."
The female teacher looked sideways at him.
Wen Qing thought the teacher didn't hear clearly, so he repeated, "Ji Junfeng."
The female teacher paused and said, "I understand."
"You go eat first."
Wen nodded and looked around. There was no window to get food in the cafeteria, and there was no food in front of the students.
Bai Tong whispered, "Just sit down."
Wen Qing and Bai Tong sat down in the empty seats at the player table. Soon, three or four sturdy men wearing masks and hats pushed food carts over and served everyone one by one.
An ordinary stainless steel plate, with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, with so much food and rice that it was trembling on the edge, as if the plate was afraid that they would not be full. Each person also had a cup of hot milk.
The female teacher raised her voice to remind them: "The vegetarian meal is a gift from God, you must finish it, otherwise it would be disrespectful to God."
The players were all stunned, and then they saw the other students shouting and starting to eat and eat meat with big mouthfuls.
No one dared to pick up their chopsticks at the players' tables, which seemed particularly awkward.
The female teacher glanced over and said lightly, "Enjoy your meal slowly. Teacher Sun will be in charge of checking the last empty plate."
After saying that, a burly male teacher walked to the cafeteria door.
Wen Qing's face changed slightly, realizing that they had to finish today's meal, otherwise they might not be able to leave the cafeteria.
The players looked at each other, picked up the food with chopsticks, and were hesitant to start.
After a moment, someone moved.
Oz sat aside, eating calmly, and finished a meat dish in two or three bites.
Seeing this, the players started eating.
Wen Qing did not use the cutlery given by the high priest. He poked the pork belly with the wooden chopsticks he was given, but found it difficult to eat.
He had a poor appetite early in the morning, and what was offered was not porridge, but a mixture of meat and vegetables.
After reluctantly eating two vegetarian dishes, Wen Qing burped.
Bai Tong paused and tilted his head to look at him: "Can't eat anymore?"
Wen nodded gently and whispered, "I'll eat slowly."
"No need," Bai Tong took the food from his plate and added, "I have a big appetite."
Wen Qing drank a sip of milk and whispered, "Thank you."
Bai Tong quickly finished his meal, looked around, and said softly, "There are not many people."
Wen Qing was slightly stunned and looked to both sides.
There were actually very few students in the cafeteria, and not many tables and chairs. It was full, so it looked crowded.
Wen Qing counted, and just when he reached the fifth table, a gentle female voice sounded from the right: "There are 74 people in total, including 10 players."
Wen Qing turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was a pretty girl.
Bai Tong said, "This is my roommate, Li Jingjing."
Wen Qing whispered: "Hello, my name is Wen Qing."
Li Jingjing smiled: "I know."
She took the initiative to say: "I got some information from my deskmate yesterday."
"The celebration of the God's Birthday seems to be very demanding on our physical and mental strength, so from today until the God's Birthday, every meal will be supervised by a teacher to ensure that we get enough nutrition."
Wen Qing couldn't help but frown. Such a large amount for every meal?
"What if we can't finish it?"
Li Jingjing raised his eyebrows in the direction of the other students and motioned Wen Qing to look over there: "This is God's gift. Even if they can't finish it, they have to force it in."
Wen Qing looked over and saw that, as expected, several thin students could not finish half of their meals, but they were still stuffing rice into their mouths frantically, with distorted and hideous expressions, looking a little scary.
Li Jingjing rested his chin on his hand as he watched the scene and said softly, "Is it like feeding pigs?"
"Feed us till we are fat, and then kill us."
Her tone was gentle, but her words were so touching that Wen Qing couldn't help but shudder.
Li Jingjing burst out laughing and said to Bai Tong, "Your child is really timid."
Bai Tong paused, his brows gradually relaxed, and he laughed softly: "What do you mean my little friend..."
Li Jingjing narrowed his eyes and asked Wen Qing: "How many copies have you passed?"
Wen Qing told the truth: "This is the second one."
Li Jingjing looked at him in surprise: "Two? You're still a newcomer."
"How come the second newcomer is already a god-level player? I don't know whether to say you are unlucky or lucky."
Wen nodded lightly and said slowly, "I know, I'm unlucky."
Li Jingjing laughed out loud again.
Not long after, Oz was the first to walk to the cafeteria door. After Teacher Sun checked the plates, he let him leave, and then the players left one after another.
Wen Qing and Bai Tong walked up to Teacher Sun together.
Teacher Sun glanced at Bai Tong's plate, asked him to put it on the table beside him, and said, "Thank God."
Bai Tong: “Thank God.”
When it was Wen Qing's turn, Teacher Sun said, "Thank you, High Priest."
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then responded, "Thank you, High Priest."
Bai Tong took the initiative to ask: "Teacher, there is still half an hour before class. Can we go to the library?"
Teacher Sun frowned and asked, "What are you going to the library for?"
Bai Tong said casually, "I want to see God's deeds."
Hearing this, Teacher Sun's rigid face showed a hint of smile: "Not now, class is about to start."
"Don't worry, we will arrange for everyone to go to the library this afternoon."
Bai Tong nodded, pulled Wen Qing out of the cafeteria and walked towards the teaching building.
Returning to the classroom, Wen Qing found that Ji Junfeng's seat was empty.
As the class time got closer, Ji Junfeng still hadn't come back.
Wen Qing frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and asked the student in the front row: "That student, have you seen Ji Junfeng?"
The student in the front row's smiling expression instantly changed, and he said with disgust: "I don't know, I don't know, who cares whether he lives or dies."
Seeing his expression change with his own eyes, Wen Qing was stunned. What happened to Ji Junfeng?
He asked quietly, "Why?"
"Why else?" The student in the front row turned his head impatiently. Seeing that it was Wen Qing who asked him the question, he explained perfunctorily, "Because he didn't enjoy God's gift this morning, he deserves to be punished."
Wen Qing was confused: "I told the teacher the reason."
The classmates looked at him strangely: "Is there any necessary connection between his feeling unwell and not coming to the cafeteria?"
"If it were me, I would crawl to the cafeteria even if I had to."
Wen Qing opened his mouth, then realized that he couldn't communicate with him, so he just said dryly, "Thank you."
The classmate smiled and said, "You're welcome."
"But you'd better stay away from Ji Junfeng. He is such a person..."
Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped talking.
Wen Qing quickly asked: "What kind of person is he?"
The classmate shook his head and said evasively: "Nothing, nothing."
"Anyway, it's good for you to ignore him. It's good for you too."
Wen Qing wanted to ask more questions, but his classmate glanced at the door and quickly turned around and sat down.
He turned his head and saw that Teacher Sun was standing at the door at some point.
"Teacher Chen has something to do this morning, so I will teach the prayer class."
Teacher Sun walked to the podium and said to everyone, "Turn to the first page."
"Let's review it again."
Wen Qing opened it and read along with the others: "The god of love and desire was born from the white waves splashed by the blood thrown into the water. Desire——"
His voice suddenly stopped, and he opened his eyes wide, looking at the name in the textbook in disbelief.
Desire, desire for punishment? !
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