Wen Qing's attention was all on the door that was closed by Song Xuan.
Why can't we talk quietly? Why do we have to close the door?
He looked at Song Xuan's exposed muscles. His wheat-colored skin was covered with a layer of sweat, and his muscle lines were firm and smooth. It should be no problem for him to knock him down with one punch.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she said to Song Xuan: "I, I am strong in every way..."
Having said that, he still stepped back.
Song Xuan sneered again and asked as he walked in, "Did Fu Ranxiu let you live here?"
"That's right..." Wen Qing nodded nervously.
"Fake kindness." Song Xuan clicked his tongue, stood in front of the closet, took off his basketball jersey with one hand, and threw it on the ground casually.
Seeing this, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
He pursed his lips, not daring to say more, and walked quickly towards the door.
The wardrobe, table and bed are connected. Song Xuan's bed is close to the door, so Wen Qing has to pass by him.
Not daring to get too close to Song Xuan, Wen Qing walked along the table on the other side.
As soon as Song Xuan picked up the clothes, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.
It's a little sweet, not greasy, I also smelled it in the afternoon.
He narrowed his eyes, closed the closet door, and turned to look at Wen Qing.
Before Wen Qing could react, a breeze blew past him.
The next second, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and pressed him onto the table.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide with fear and looked at Song Xuan in panic.
Song Xuan's upper body was naked, and the strong smell of male hormones filled the air.
Wen Qing's nose almost hit his chest, and she quickly leaned back and put her hands on the table.
Song Xuan slowly lowered his head, moved to his neck, sniffed the slightly curled hair, then continued to lean forward and sniffed Wen Qing's neck.
The hot breath sprayed on the neck, Wen Qing's fingers stiffened, and the body trembled slightly.
"Transfer student." Song Xuan said in a low voice.
Wen Qing became even more nervous, not knowing whether it was Song Xuan's breath or his lips on her neck.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "You were the one who quarreled with me this afternoon, right?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Song Xuan's voice was a little hoarse at this moment, and it was indeed similar to the voice of the boy sleeping at the table behind him.
Are we going to settle accounts with him now?
Thinking of the chair that was kicked away in the afternoon, Wen Qing quickly said, "Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bother you this afternoon."
His voice was trembling and nasal, and sounded a little soft.
Song Xuan straightened up, looked at Wen Qingli's beautiful eyebrows and pale cheeks, his eyes were slightly stunned, and a feeling of anger inexplicably rose in his heart.
His throat moved slightly, and he raised his hand to grab Wen Qing's collar: "So?"
Wen Qing had difficulty breathing as her throat was stretched by her collar. She instinctively leaned forward and got closer to Song Xuan.
He looked up into Song Xuan's eyes and apologized again: "I'm sorry..."
Song Xuan's gaze unconsciously fell on Wen Qing's lips, which opened and closed.
He raised his hand unconsciously, and the moment it touched Wen Qing's lips, Song Xuan came to his senses and pinched Wen Qing's face with his fingertips.
Song Xuan's strength was unexpectedly great. Wen Qing's cheeks ached and tears slowly welled up in her eyes.
He was struggling over whether to use props or not, as the cooldown period was three days.
Even if we deal with Song Xuan now, he will still be in trouble when he recovers.
After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan dimly and asked vaguely: "What do you say we should do?"
Warm breath brushed across his cheek, Song Xuan half-closed his eyes, staring straight at the tip of his tongue that was barely visible.
Song Xuan's anger grew stronger. He pressed his cheek with the tip of his tongue and had only one thought in his mind.
So sexy.
"Are you gay?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and looked at Song Xuan blankly: "I, I..."
The word "no" lingered on his lips, but he couldn't say it out.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door and other boys were talking noisily.
"Are you done washing?"
“So soon?”
"Are you fucking rubbing your dick? So slow?"
…………
Clear conversation was heard from outside the door, and footsteps gradually approached and stopped outside the door.
Although the door was closed, it was not locked and was pushed open forcefully by the boy outside.
Wen Qing caught a glimpse of the yellow-haired and red-haired people out of the corner of his eye.
Three or four boys were crowded at the door. When they saw the postures and movements of the two people in the dormitory, they were all stunned and stopped talking.
Wen Qing felt that Song Xuan's pinch on her face was a little lighter.
"This kid..." The yellow-haired guy at the door stared at Wen Qing from head to toe for a while, then continued, "He's a transfer student."
"Brother Song, is it time yet?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled. What and when?
Song Xuan didn't say anything, and another little brother patted the yellow-haired man on the head and scolded him, "Brother Song, do you have to wait for what you want to do?"
Huang Mao quickly responded: "Yes, yes, yes."
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing's panicked eyes and felt itchy in his heart.
He let go of his hands, placed his right leg between Wen Qing's legs, and slowly bent his knees.
This action made it impossible for Wen Qing to leave the table behind him, and the only thing he could do was lean back.
Song Xuan looked down at Wen Qing's loose coat and asked casually, "Gay, right?"
"Like being watched?"
Song Xuan tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and asked casually, "Did you take it off yourself?"
"Or should I let them pick it?"
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and looked at the people at the door.
They looked at me with a grin on their faces, obviously not surprised by this kind of thing, and some even shouted, "Take it off quickly."
"What's shameful?"
"It won't be a woman, will it?"
…………
"I, I can take it off myself." Wen Qing gritted his teeth and slowly raised his hand.
Anyway, I still have a coat on.
While paying attention to the reactions of several people, he was preparing to find an opportunity to escape.
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing closely, watching him raise his hand and his sleeve slide down, revealing a slender white wrist.
Under the illumination of incandescent light, it seems to be glowing, firmly attracting the attention of others.
The laughter and cheers gradually died down. They didn't know why, but they stared at Wen Qing's actions.
It's an extremely ordinary action, but it makes people unable to take their eyes off it and their mouths dry.
Wen Qingjian didn't urge himself, and his hands moved slower and slower.
He pinched the zipper on his chest and slowly pulled it down.
He was very nervous and his Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously.
Song Xuan's gaze slowly moved from Wen Qing's wrist to her Adam's apple.
He couldn't help but recall Wen Qing's soft voice just now.
If someone bites your Adam's apple, you should scream even louder...
Wen Qing didn't know what Song Xuan was thinking. His eyelashes fluttered. He pulled the zipper to the bottom and slowly took off his coat.
He was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt underneath, which made his arms look even whiter and thinner.
The collar of the T-shirt was a little askew, revealing half of the collarbone.
From Song Xuan's perspective, he could vaguely see Wen Qing's fair and smooth chest, slightly heaving, as if she was frightened.
Wen Qing slowly put the coat on the table, and the zipper hit the table, making a slight sound.
The younger brothers came back to their senses and said dryly:
"Taking off a coat is also called taking off clothes?"
"Transfer student, don't be shy."
"Go on, we're waiting."
…………
Listening to the chattering of his younger brothers, Song Xuan couldn't help but feel annoyed.
With a gloomy face, he raised his foot and kicked the nearest yellow-haired man, saying in a cold voice: "Did I tell you to beep?"
The yellow-haired man was kicked to the ground, leaving a light grey shoe print on his chest. He fell to the ground and immediately fell silent.
Seeing this, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled even more violently. He pulled at the hem of his T-shirt and thought, Song Xuan has a really bad temper.
The next second, Wen Qing was pushed by Song Xuan.
He staggered slightly and almost fell, but fortunately he reached out to hold on to the table in time.
Looking at his white fingertips, Song Xuan impatiently kicked the basketball beside him and sneered, "You really took it off when I told you to?"
"Get out of here now."
Wen Qing stood firm, turned around and walked out.
No matter what this psychopath is thinking, he can leave now.
Wen Qing ran out without looking back.
The younger brothers looked at each other, not daring to make a sound, and looked at Song Xuan cautiously.
Song Xuan glanced at them coldly: "Who the hell wants to see a gay?"
*****
Because of Song Xuan's matter, Wen Qing had no appetite to go to the cafeteria to eat.
I bought a bottle of milk from the vending machine downstairs from the dormitory and went straight to the classroom.
The school does not enforce evening self-study, and there are not many students in the teaching building at night.
Wen Qing walked into the first floor and saw Fu Ranxiu in front of him.
After hesitating for a moment, he quickly ran forward and shouted, "Squad leader."
Fu Ranxiu seemed not to hear and continued walking forward.
Wen Qing walked behind him and quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Squad leader."
Fu Ranxiu paused, glanced at Wen Qing's fingers, and raised his eyelids: "What's the matter?"
Meeting his dark eyes, Wen Qing quickly let go of her hand and said nervously, "I, I want to change dormitories."
Fu Ranxiu didn't ask the reason, and just spat out two words: "No."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then continued: "But I and..."
Before he could finish, Fu Ranxiu said again: "No."
Wen Qing pursed her lips. He hadn't given a reason yet.
Why don't you let him change his dormitory?
He frowned slightly, hesitating whether to consult the teacher.
So far, except for one class of students, the school seems to be quite normal. The teachers should be able to take care of it, right?
As if he had seen through Wen Qing's thoughts, Fu Ranxiu said coldly, "I have the final say on matters concerning Class One."
After saying that, he turned around and went straight upstairs.
Wen Qing stared blankly at Fu Ranxiu's back.
Are you so arrogant?
He didn't believe it, so after walking to the fourth floor, he didn't go to the classroom, but went to the office in the opposite direction.
When he reached the office door, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know who the head teacher of Class 1 was.
The afternoon teacher did not introduce himself as the class teacher.
After hesitating at the door for a while, a student walked out of the office.
Wen Qing whispered, "Classmate, do you know who is the head teacher of Class 1?"
The classmate turned to look at him: "Class 1 doesn't have a homeroom teacher."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Who is responsible for handling the affairs of the first shift?"
The classmate said as a matter of course: "Of course it's the class monitor."
Wen Qing did not give up and continued to ask: "Then there is no teacher to supervise the class monitor?"
The classmates looked at him strangely, and for Wen Qing's sake, they said a few more words: "Class 1's grades are so good, but the teacher doesn't care."
"I hope the monitor can manage the class well and save the need for a homeroom teacher. You are a transfer student, right? If you have any problems, just go to the monitor directly."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and understood what Fu Ranxiu meant.
He whispered thanks to his classmates and walked slowly towards the classroom.
"Warm and fierce."
"Warm and fierce."
It was not until Zhang Yang walked up to him that Wen Qing realized he was calling him.
Wen Qing nodded at him.
Zhang Yang walked beside him and said carelessly, "At first I thought you were that Wen Qing."
Wen Qing paused.
Zhang Yang didn't think much about it. He glanced around and saw that there was no one else in the corridor. He lowered his voice and said to Wen Qing, "Don't you know?"
"Many people on the forum are offering a reward for Wen Qing."
"Male, good looking."
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at Zhang Yang, and seeing that he really didn't doubt him at all, he asked tentatively: "Don't you suspect that I'm a fake name?"
Zhang Yang smiled and said, "How can you use a fake name in a real-name copy like this?"
Wen Qing was puzzled: "What is the real-name system?"
Zhang Yang did not explain, but asked him: "Are you a newcomer?"
Wen Qing shook his head and said vaguely: "I have passed several copies."
Zhang Yang said, "That's quite new too."
After that, he explained: "It's like this kind of copy of the school, hotel, etc., which requires identity verification. If you use a fake name, you can't enroll or stay."
“You can only be kicked out of the copy.”
"If you get kicked out, you're dead."
Wen Qing blinked, he knew the consequences of being expelled from the copy.
So the name change card is useful.
Did Jiang Yan deliberately give him the name change card?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
