Wen Qing quickly stepped back, avoiding Jiang Yan's fingers.

He subconsciously licked his lips, a touch of warmth on his cheeks.

Is it that obvious? !

Wen Qing pursed her lips, embarrassed to say that she was kissed by Song Xuanqiang, and after a while, she said slowly, "No, no one."

Jiang Yan chuckled lightly, looking at Wen Qing's rosy lips, it's not hard to imagine what she has experienced.

"Liar liar."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and the warmth on her face became stronger.

He didn't dare to look directly at Jiang Yan, and said hesitantly, "I gnawed it myself, you, don't ask."

"I gnawed it..." Jiang Yan asked with a smile in his eyes, "So greedy?"

He walked up to Wen Qing, leaned over slightly, and pouted, "You can come and eat me."

"…"

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then refused with a blushing face: "Don't bother."

"I'll just eat my own."

Jiang Yan laughed, his eyes narrowed with joy.

He laughed non-stop, and several classmates sitting at the door couldn't help but look over.

Wen Qing glanced at them and whispered to Jiang Yan, "Let's talk in another place."

Jiang Yan responded, raised his foot and walked to the left.

As he walked, he said with a smile, "Then I'll keep it for you."

"When you're not too troublesome in the future, come and eat me again."

Wen Qing: "…"

Going to the other end of the corridor, the end is leaning against the stairs, there is no classroom, just a narrow dead space, just enough to accommodate two people.

Jiang Yan rested on the guardrail with one hand, resting on his chin, tilted his head to look at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing lowered the volume and told Jiang Yan everything that happened in the morning, Chen Jing's book, and last night when he saw the monitor reading a religious book.

After listening, Jiang Yan's eyes were slightly stunned, and he asked with a half-smile, "You trust me so much?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Jiang Yan laughed again and asked slowly, "What if I was a bad person?"

Wen Qing thought for a while, and said calmly, "Then you succeeded in disguising."

Jiang Yan laughed until he leaned back and forth, rubbing his fingertips. After a while, he couldn't help pinching Wen Qing's face: "What should I do, I'm so moved."

"I want to promise myself."

"…"

Wen gently pushed his hand away: "No need."

"You, you can stop teasing me like this."

Then he would be thankful.

Wen Qing really has nothing to do with girls like Jiang Yan. He misses Li Ran and Li Jingjing very much now.

Jiang Yan blinked and said to Wen Qing, "I was briefly deaf just now, what are you talking about?"

Wen Qing was silent.

He should go back to the classroom.

Seemingly seeing Wen Qing's psychological thoughts, Jiang Yan said in a rare and serious manner: "Thank you Mengmeng, I will pay attention to them."

"I won't let those bad guys find a chance to bully me."

Wen raised his head slightly, looked at Jiang Yan's exceptionally good height, and thought to himself, in fact, he wasn't worried about Jiang Yan being bullied, he just gave Jiang Yan clues and hoped to do advanced tasks together.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing asked, "Do you have any thoughts on the advanced tasks?"

Jiang Yan blinked and replied, "Yes."

"It must be difficult, let's just do a simple main quest, otherwise the payment will not be proportional to the reward."

Wen Qing was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yan tapped lightly on the guardrail with his fingers and asked slowly, "What's the last sentence after finding out why a class of students got better grades?"

"Successfully left the copy." After speaking, Wen Qing's face changed slightly.

"Find out the reason why a class of students got better grades and successfully leave the copy," Jiang Yan repeated the complete advanced task and continued, "Even if we know the reason, there will still be something, some ghost, some Personal or something is preventing us from leaving."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but took out the cigarette, put it in his mouth, glanced at Wen Qing, and reminded: "Although it's just a strange copy, it may be more difficult than a normal god-level copy."

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, he did ignore the second half of the advanced task.

stop them from leaving...

Weird copy...

The students are afraid of the monitor, the monitor's religious book...

Wen Qing became more and more suspicious of the squad leader, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be the squad leader?"

Jiang Yan responded, "It's possible."

"He is too abrupt in the first class," he paused and continued, "a fool would doubt him, there must be something wrong."

Wen Qing lowered his head and thought.

Just thinking about it, suddenly there is a cigarette.

"Do you smoke?" Jiang Yan asked.

Wen Qing shook his head: "No smoking."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and raised his chin slightly: "Then you can go back to the classroom."

"Sister wants to smoke a cigarette."

After he finished speaking, he took out his lighter, lit it skillfully, smoked, and exhaled smoke rings, all in one go.

Jiang Yan held the cigarette in his left hand, his index finger was slightly a little, and the ashes of the sparks fell down.

Wen Qing's gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Yan's hand, with well-defined joints and slender fingers.

Nice hands, but no manicures.

It is somewhat inconsistent with Jiang Yan's gorgeous appearance.

And this hand...seems a little big?

Wen Qing couldn't help but glanced at her hand, and silently removed the word "like" in her heart.

Jiang Yan's hand is really big, a circle bigger than his hand.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan asked with a smile, "What happened to my hand?"

Wen Qing blurted out: "Big."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it better to be bigger?"

Wen Qing said quickly, "I'm sorry... I'm not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yan smiled and said the second half of the sentence: "You can hold it."

Can you hold it bigger?

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and it took a while to realize what Jiang Yan was talking about, and what did he mean by something he could hold.

He blushed slightly and stammered, "I, I'm going back to the classroom first!"

"You smoke slowly."

Jiang Yanxiao looked at his back, exhaled a ring of smoke, and whistled: "Sister is very good at craftsmanship..."

Wen Qing quickened her pace and walked into the classroom without looking back.

Jiang Yan retracted his gaze and said with a low smile, "Sister has been self-reliant for many years."

...

The moment Wen Qing returned to the classroom, the class bell rang, and a class of students turned into ruthless learning machines again.

As in the first Chinese class, the teacher spoke in a perfunctory manner, and the students did not lift their heads and studied on their own.

The whole morning class was like this. The class turned into a self-study class. There was even a class where the teacher came in and let everyone do self-study.

Wen lightly looked at the students for a while, then turned to look at Zhang Yang's seat.

Wen Qing hadn't seen Zhang Yang since they separated in the storage room before self-study.

What clues did you find? Is something wrong?

The lunch break at Dezhi High School lasts for two hours, from 11:30 to 1:30 pm. Students can choose to have a lunch break in the classroom or in the dormitory.

After lunch with Jiang Yan in the cafeteria at noon, Wen Qing still did not see Zhang Yang.

Walking out of the cafeteria, Wen Qing said to Jiang Yan, "I'll go back to the dormitory to see if Zhang Yang is here."

"He hasn't been seen all morning, and I'm a little worried."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan paused, tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, and joked, "Are you so fraternity?"

"Every player should be concerned and worried?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "I made an appointment with him to exchange leads."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and waited for his words.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said slowly, "He's barely a teammate, so I'm a little worried."

"And if something happened to him, it might be our turn next."

Jiang Yan laughed and walked to the bedroom area: "Let's go."

"I'll also go back to the bedroom to have a look... Xu Jing and Chen Yuan, right?"

Wen Qing: "...Xu Yuan and Chen Jing."

Walking into Building 3, Wen briskly walked upstairs, walked to the door of Zhang Yang's bedroom, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Is there anyone?"

"Who is it?" A male voice came from inside, "The door is not closed."

Wen gently pushed the door open.

A man was lying on the bed by the door, as if preparing for a nap.

He turned over and was stunned when he saw Wen Qing's face: "What's the matter with you?"

Wen Qing glanced around, but did not see Zhang Yang's figure, and asked politely, "Have you seen Zhang Yang?"

"I have something to look for him?"

"Zhang Yang?" Hearing the name, the boy instantly became refreshed.

He sat up from the bed and shouted in the direction of the toilet, "Hey, do you hear me?"

"The monitor's transfer student has come to find Zhang Yang."

He raised his throat, his voice carrying a sly smile.

Wen frowned slightly, thinking about what he meant.

What is a class president's transfer student?

The next second, the toilet door was pushed open, and two boys came out, one as thin as a bamboo pole, the other as fat as a ball. The difference in body shape was particularly noticeable.

The two walked to the door and said with a hilarious smile, "Looking for Zhang Yang, eh? He's not in the dormitory."

"Maybe in the classroom."

"It's possible, maybe I'll see you later when I go back to the classroom?"

"Would you like to come in and wait a while?"

...

The three of them looked at each other, and you said every word.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, they seemed to know Zhang Yang's whereabouts.

But judging from the tone of voice, it was impossible to tell him.

The thin bamboo pole took two steps forward, walked in front of Wen Qing, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, suddenly, his face changed, and he raised his hand to close the door.

"boom-"

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then turned to look back.

I saw Fu Ranxiu standing aside, watching him quietly.

The thin bamboo pole was afraid of Fu Ranxiu just now.

Wen Qing looked at Fu Ranxiu nervously, Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, and walked straight to the bedroom without saying a word.

Wen Qing stood there and hesitated for a while, then followed.

Entering 401, Fu Ranxiu sat on the chair, picked up the book on the table, and looked down, as if he was going back to the dormitory to study.

During the day, the corridors of the dormitory building were bright and bright, and the whole building echoed with the noisy, laughter and slapstick of the students.

Because of these backgrounds, Fu Ranxiu doesn't seem to be that scary anymore.

Wen Qing made mental preparations at the door for a while, took a deep breath, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door.

He whispered softly, "Squad leader."

Fu Ranxiu paused as he flipped the book, and turned his head to look at Wen Qing.

He didn't speak, but his expression and eyes were clearly saying to him, "If you have something to say, talk about it and let it go."

Wen Qing said hesitantly, "Zhang Yang hasn't seen anyone all morning."

Fu Ranxiu responded coldly.

Wen Qing asked in a low voice, "Do you care?"

"He, he..." Wen Qing thought for a while and thought of a reasonable excuse, "He doesn't study, which affects the average score of our class."

Fu Ranxiu slowly closed the book: "The grades of transfer students are not included in the class grades."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Fu Ranxiu put down the book in his hand, and his eyes swept across Wen Qingbainen's hand quickly.

Wen Qing thought about it for a while, and then said, "Then he is also spreading bad ethos in the class."

Fu Ranxiu asked straight to the point, "You want me to find someone?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids: "What can you give me?"

Wen Qing looked at a loss, do you still want to be paid?

Suddenly he didn't want to look so much anymore.