Wen Qing was silent for a while, and said to the system with a slightly red face: [I, I mean there is a reason why their grades have improved. ]
001 hummed.
[Yes, there is an abnormal reason! ]
001 hummed again.
Wen Qing's face turned even redder. He leaned over the table and buried his face in his arms.
The second sentence was something he came up with on the spur of the moment.
He was just daydreaming at first.
001 knew exactly what he was thinking. He was completely naked in front of 001 and everything was seen.
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more embarrassed he became. After a while, he angrily said to 001: [Don’t talk to me! ]
001: [Wrong.]
Wen Qing: [Shut up! ]
001 stopped talking, and Wen Qing no longer took the initiative to talk to it.
After a while, Wen Qing threw 001 out of his mind.
He raised his head, half of his face buried in his elbows, and blinked as he looked at Class 1 of Grade 3.
Now is the last class in the afternoon, which is a self-study class.
Every student in the front row was studying hard, reading books, doing exercises, etc. Wen Qing stared at everyone for five minutes.
No one was seen slacking off, everyone was seizing the time to study.
Isn't it normal to get better grades after working so hard?
Wen Qing pursed her lips and caught a glimpse of a boy sleeping in the back row who had woken up. He had yellow hair on his head and stretched, but made no sound.
The seats in the back row of the classroom were filled with empty desks and chairs and a few students who were sleeping. They had dyed hair and wore their school uniforms crookedly, making them look like bad students.
Wen Qing recalled the system's prompts, and the grades of every student in Class 1 were getting better and better.
That should include these bad students?
Should we start with these students?
Just as I was thinking about it, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang.
"Ring—-" the loud bell rang throughout the teaching building. The whole building instantly became lively, with the sounds of tables and chairs rubbing against each other, the sounds of people cheering and chatting, etc. coming one after another.
The students in the next classroom were pushing and shoving each other to run over, but the students in Class 1 were still studying.
Wen Qing looked at his students who had no reaction at all, and wondered, were they studying too hard to hear him? Or were they waiting for something?
The next second, Wen Qing knew that they were waiting for the squad leader's instructions.
"get out of class is over." After the monitor said these two words, all the students who were studying stopped at the same time.
Gradually, the classroom was filled with low voices of chatting and rustling.
"Brother Song, let's go play ball!"
"Let's go, don't sleep anymore."
"Go stretch your legs."
…………
The boys' chattering could be heard behind him. Soon, Wen Qing heard the chair at the back table move. The grumpy boy seemed to have woken up and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."
Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw four or five boys walking out of the classroom. He was a little afraid of these violent people.
Can't beat, can't run away.
Retracting his gaze, Wen Qing looked at the monitor's profile again.
The monitor pursed his lips and looked at the students in the class with a serious look.
Following his gaze, Wen Qing discovered that he was looking at the player.
Perhaps noticing Wen Qing's gaze, the squad leader turned around, half-closed his eyes, and slowly moved his gaze from Wen Qing's pale cheek to her slender neck. He frowned slightly.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked into the monitor's dark eyes and quickly lowered his head.
He was also a little afraid of the squad leader, but his fear was different from the fear he felt towards the violent element just now.
Being stared at by the squad leader gave me a creepy feeling, a chill running down my back.
The squad leader uttered three words coldly: "Fu Ranxiu."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked nervously, "Who is it?"
Monitor: “…Me.”
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, blushing and saying, "I'm sorry..."
He didn't react immediately.
"My name is Wen Meng."
"I know." Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's hand.
His hands were not big, with delicate and slightly protruding wrist bones, light blue veins on the back of his hands, no body hair, white, tender and delicate, slender fingers, and pink nails, which looked very suitable for holding in the palm of the hand and playing with.
Fu Ranxiu couldn't take his eyes away.
Wen Qing felt the other person's burning gaze and couldn't help but flex his fingers, retract his hand, and put it on his knees.
Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and asked, "Are you not feeling well?"
Wen Qing didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question. Just as he was about to shake his head, he remembered his ID card and nodded slowly: "Yes..."
Well, he is frail.
Fu Ranxiu retracted his gaze and said calmly, "You and I share a dormitory."
Wen Qing: “???”
Why do I have to share a dormitory with you?
Fu Ranxiu did not explain the reason, he stood up and said: "Transfer students can stay, the rest are free to do as they please."
After saying that, he left the classroom.
Wen Qing sat in his seat, not daring to move, and continued to look at the students in the class.
After Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, several more students left the classroom, but most of them stayed in the classroom, eating bread and snacks, and some opened their books and started studying.
Soon, Fu Ranxiu came back with a bunch of keys and a stack of meal cards in his hand.
He walked directly to the podium and said, "Chen Jing, Building 2, Room 204."
This time, Fu Ranxiu spoke a little slower, which was somewhat different from when he assigned seats.
"Xu Yuan, Building 2, Room 305."
"Zhang Yang, Building 3, Room 406."
"Jiang Yan, Building 2, Room 304."
"Wen Meng, Building 3, Room 401."
Wen Qing walked up to the podium and reached out to take the dormitory key and meal card.
Fu Ranxiu placed the key in his palm, and gently stroked his skin with his slightly cool fingertips.
Wen Qing's body stiffened and his eyes widened.
Fu Ranxiu looked indifferent, as if asking him what was wrong?
Wen Qing quickly retracted his hand and stammered, "Thank you, thank you..."
Did you bump into him by accident?
Fu Ranxiu said, "The meal card contains the money you deposited when you transferred to another school."
"You will pick up your school uniforms tomorrow. I will take you to the Academic Affairs Office."
"Class 1 organizes evening self-study on its own in the evening. If you come, please pay attention to the time and don't be late to affect other students' studies."
After saying that, Fu Ranxiu looked at his watch and left the classroom.
Wen Qing looked at the other players. Except for Jiang Yan, everyone else left the classroom directly.
Wen Qing stood there, hesitating whether to say hello to Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan waved at him and said with a smile: "I'm going to the cafeteria, are you coming?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "I want to buy some clothes first."
He thought pragmatically that the main quest usually took a month, and the school would provide the uniforms, but nothing else.
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, walked in front of him and bent down slightly.
Her posture and movement caused Wen Qing to lower his eyes, and what he saw was Jiang Yan's plump breasts.
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed and she stepped back.
Watching his actions, Jiang Yan smiled, curled his lips and asked, "What do you want to buy?"
"Underwear?"
Wen Qing was not used to talking about underwear with girls, so he nodded stiffly.
Jiang Yan looked at his blushing cheeks and said with a smile, "Can you help me take a look too?"
"I want lace, the color..."
Jiang Yan dragged his tone, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, blew a breath, and said in a low voice: "Pick the one you like."
Wen Qing's face instantly turned red to the back of her ears, and because of her great emotional fluctuations, a thin layer of mist appeared in her eyes.
He stammered, "Don't, don't do this..."
Jiang Yan laughed so hard that he fell backwards. He raised his hand and pinched Wen Qing's face: "Don't tell this to anyone else."
"Not everyone is like me and will let you go easily."
Wen Qing pursed his lips, not understanding what she meant.
Jiang Yan hummed a little tune and left the classroom, leaving only his back to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing relaxed for a while, then walked out. He paused when passing the door and looked at the schedule on the wall.
The timetable of an ordinary high school is to get up at 6:30 in the morning, study in the morning, attend classes, take a lunch break, attend classes again... and finish at 5:30 in the afternoon.
The evening time is blank.
According to Fu Ranxiu, evening self-study is not compulsory and Class 1 organizes its own evening self-study.
Wen Qing walked out while thinking.
The classrooms are on the fourth floor, and there is a map of the entire school in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building.
Wen Qing stood in front of the map and wrote down the locations of the school supermarket, cafeteria and dormitory.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Xu Yuan walking with a few other girls. Those girls looked familiar, and it seemed they were all students in the same class.
A few people passed by with laughter:
"Your name is Xu Yuan, right?"
"right."
"We will be in the same dormitory from now on."
"Do you want to go to the cafeteria to eat first?"
…………
Wen Qing couldn't help but take a few more glances. He didn't expect Xu Yuan to have infiltrated the student body so quickly.
Xu Yuan was surrounded by several girls. While chatting, she nervously tucked her hair and said, "Okay."
"Wow, your skin is so soft."
"Let me see."
"Really? Let me touch it."
“That’s great, hahaha.”
…………
Wen Qing looked at their backs and always felt an indescribable strangeness.
He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the supermarket inside the school.
The supermarket is right next to the dormitory building. It covers a large area and has all the basic daily necessities, including T-shirts and underwear.
After buying things, Wen Qing went directly to the dormitory.
The names of the dormitory members were posted on the door, only two names.
【Fu Ranxiu】
【Song Xuan】
Wen Qing glanced at the names on the doors of other dormitories, some with three people, some with four, and realized that he only had two roommates.
Pushing open the door, I saw that the dormitory was a four-person room with a bed on top and a desk underneath. Each bed was covered with the school's uniform sheets and quilts.
Two of the beds were obviously occupied, one on each side, with scattered things placed on the table underneath; the other two were empty.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the table on his left. There was a stack of papers neatly placed on the table, as well as a palm-sized angel sculpture.
He walked over and looked at the name on the paper.
Fu Ranxiu.
This is the monitor's bed.
Wen Qing picked the empty bed on the right without thinking.
Just as I put my clothes into the closet, the dormitory door was forcefully opened.
"Bang——" hit the wall.
Wen Qing shuddered with fright and turned his head to look over.
A boy in a red basketball uniform stood at the door. He had handsome features, slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes, and a hint of hostility between his brows. He seemed to have a bad temper.
Seeing that there was someone in the dormitory, the boy narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wen Qing: "Transfer student?"
Wen nodded lightly and responded softly.
Song Xuan's gaze wandered over him for a long time, finally stopping on Wen Qing's face.
He threw away the basketball in his hand and raised his mouth: "What's your name?"
The basketball bounced on the ground, brushed against Wen Qing's trouser leg, and hit a chair nearby.
Wen Qing became even more nervous. He didn't expect that the other roommate was so fierce.
He pinched his palm and said slowly: "Wen, Wen Meng..."
"Wen Meng?"
Song Xuan sneered.
He walked into the dormitory, closed the door, and asked meaningfully, "Where is it fierce?"
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