Wen Qing subconsciously took a step back and looked at Zhou Zhou vigilantly.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhou asked again, "Don't you want to know?"

Wen Qing wanted to know, but dared not speak.

He was afraid that if he said something wrong, Zhou Zhou would go crazy.

He pursed his lips, their lips tingling slightly.

The wound on the lip opened again, and the blood stained the lips bright red, adding a touch of blood to the pale cheeks.

Zhou Zhou stared at the wound and pretended to be surprised: "What happened to the gentle mouth?"

"Did you accidentally bite it yourself?"

"Still..." The smile on his face grew even wider, his brows curled, "Who was bitten by?"

Wen Qing was very afraid of Zhou Zhou's appearance.

The more Zhou Zhou laughed, the more frightened he became, and the distance between the two was opened in a panic.

Zhou Zhou stood on the spot without approaching, admiring his panicked expression, and after a while, smiled and said, "I know it even if I don't say it lightly."

"It's torture."

"He's so bad, how can he bite you..."

Half of Zhou Zhou's face was shrouded in shadows, and his words seemed to be scolding, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and there was an indescribable strangeness.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, her face bloodless.

He shouldn't come to the study alone, he should find...

Who should be called?

The faces of Yu Xing, the teacher, and Sikong flashed quickly in his mind.

The other ones don't seem to be any good.

Wen Qing couldn't help the pantothenic acid at the tip of her nose.

He wasn't playing a game at all, he was being played.

Zhou Zhou looked at the water in his eyes obsessively, smiled, and asked, "Gentle, why are you afraid of me?"

"I didn't do anything to you," he said puzzled.

Wen Qing shrank back, thinking, didn't you do that?

Obviously not in time.

Seeing his mental thoughts, Zhou Zhou laughed: "In two days... um, the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow we can leave here."

"Gentle, the game officially starts now."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.

the day after tomorrow? Zhou Zhou can tell the time so clearly...

It's over, Zhouzhou should really know the answer to customs clearance.

Wen Qing dared not imagine what he would do, what he would do to himself.

Zhou Zhou hummed softly: "Look, look, look, find a good friend..."

Listening to this nursery rhyme, Wen Qing's face turned even paler.

His eyelashes trembled, he lowered his head and stared at Zhou Zhou's feet, ready to run immediately if Zhou Zhou came over.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhou raised his foot, then turned his toes, and walked towards the entrance of the stairs.

"...Kiss and hug, you are my good friend."

After the adaptation, the singing gradually becomes lighter and farther.

Wen Qing slowly raised her eyes, just in time to see Zhou Zhou walking down the stairs.

With cold sweat on his forehead, he looked at the empty staircase, and after a while, he exhaled.

The study is not safe, nor is it safe to be alone.

Yu Xing said last night that he would not let himself go next time.

Between Ji Yu and Sikong...

Wen Qing no longer hesitated, and quickly ran up the third floor to the door of Sifangfang.

This time, I didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door and walked in.

Sikong stood by the window and looked at him with a sullen face: "What's the matter?"

Wen Qing leaned her back against the door, out of breath, dry and sore throat, unable to utter a word.

After a while, he panted and said, "I-I'm afraid."

Sikong looked at his anxious expression, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Hide with me when you are afraid?"

He asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Sikong stared at Wen Qing's face. Unlike last time, Wen Qing was not frightened by him this time, but only said softly, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

Wen Qing slowly made a gesture and added in a low voice, "A little bit."

Between those who are a little bit afraid and those who are very afraid, he chooses a little bit of Sikong.

Sikong was slightly startled, he didn't expect Wen Qing to be so honest, so he asked.

His breath was still a little short, his chest was up and down, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes, like a small animal that had just escaped from a tiger's mouth.

Sikong frowned slightly.

The intuition of small animals is sometimes quite accurate.

After the dry pain in her throat was relieved, Wen Qing said cautiously, "That... I can't find that book, it may be hidden."

"Can you tell me what comes after the 'evil thoughts and desires will gradually infect human beings'?"

Sikong said simply and rudely: "No, it's too long."

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Can you just tell me the most crucial sentences?"

Sikong whispered: "Aren't you afraid of me now?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid." Wen Qing said stumblingly.

Yu Xing did not deceive him in terms of clues, and the content recorded in the book must be very important.

Seeing that Sikong didn't seem to want to tell herself, Wen Qing pursed her lips and said softly, "I'll rest here for a while, and I'll ask others later."

Sikong frowned: "Who are you going to ask?"

"Ji Yu? Or Yu Xing?"

Wen Qing was silent, he hadn't thought about it yet.

Of these two people, one would not tell him easily, and the other might give false clues.

After struggling for a long time, he began to think of other ways, such as sneaking to their bedroom to look through it, maybe he could find the book.

Ji Yu's bedroom is opposite, very close.

Or do you want to ask Sikong again?

Just as he was thinking about it, Sikong's low voice sounded in his ears:

"Humanity is easily eroded by evil thoughts. Some gods are keen to appreciate the fall of mankind, while others stand on the side of mankind."

Wen Qing was stunned: "Thank you, thank you."

Sikong lowered his eyes, and when he saw that he was not going to leave here, he looked away: "You believe me when I say it?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips: "I do."

Sikong asked again, "What if I lied to you?"

If Sikong couldn't believe it, others would be even less believable.

Wen Qing thought for a while and whispered, "Then I may end my life and I'm doomed to die here."

Sikong was silent for a while, then said to him, "I didn't lie to you."

Wen Qing was stunned and thanked again: "Thank you."

Sikong responded casually.

Wen Qing lowered her head to recall important clues in the book.

[God favors young humans the most. 】

[Evil thoughts and desires will gradually infect human beings. 】

[Human beings are easily eroded by evil thoughts. Some gods are keen to appreciate the fall of mankind, while others stand on the side of mankind. 】

He could feel that he was separated from the truth by a veil, but just like in the exam, he had clearly memorized and read this formula, and suddenly he couldn't remember anything.

Wen Qing frowned, and suddenly, two footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Mr. Ji." A male voice sounded, it was Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou asked: "Does what you said yesterday count?"

"I voted for Chen Yiyi, I voted for Chen Yiyi yesterday, and you voted for depression with me today."

After a while, another gentle and familiar voice came: "Count."

Wen Qing's body froze.

Did Teacher Ji let Zhou Zhou vote for Chen Yiyi?

why…

Wen Qing clenched her palms, only one clear thought remained in her mind.

Yu Xing said that Ji Yu was the worst of them all.

"Do you know where Wen Qing is?" Ji Yu asked suddenly.

Wen Qing was so frightened that she immediately grabbed the door handle, for fear that people outside would open the door and come in.

"I was in the study just now, is the teacher going to find him?"

"let's go together."

The footsteps faded away.

A layer of cold sweat broke out from Wen Qing's back, her legs were weak, and she slowly sat on the ground against the door.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head, looked at Sikong, and asked softly, "I, can I stay with you for a while longer."

Sikong didn't say a word, just walked towards him.

In the next second, Wen Qing's body hung in the air.

He thought that Sikong was going to throw him out, and quickly grabbed Sikong's clothes.

Unexpectedly, Sikong carried him and threw him onto the bed.

Wen Qing stared blankly at Sikong who was close at hand, her hands still tightly grasping the corners of his clothes, so that Sikong's chest was wide open, revealing his chest muscles.

Sikong glanced at his bare chest and coldly spit out two words: "Let go."

Wen Qing quickly let go: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"I thought you were going to chase me away."

Sikong lowered his head and straightened his collar, and Wen Qing sat under his eyelids. His skin was very white, and he was wearing a white T. He was slumped on the bed, as if he wanted the bed to merge into one.

Sikong's eyes stopped for a while, and he stayed on Wen Qing's feet.

Feeling his gaze, Wen Qing lowered his head, and only then did he see that he hadn't taken off his shoes and went to bed, so he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I made your bed dirty."

Sikong hummed, leaned over to hold Wen Qing's ankle, and gently took off his sneakers.

His palms were very hot, and Wen Qing instinctively shrank his feet, but he was tightly shackled by the other party and could not break free.

Sikong said coldly, "The shoes are dirty."

Wen Qing said dryly, "I, I'll do it myself..."

Before he finished speaking, Sikong helped him take off his shoes.

He carried the back of his shoe and placed it by the bed, where it was convenient for Wen Qing to get out of bed.

Very sweet.

Wen Qing stared blankly at Sikong's actions.

Some gods are on the side of mankind.

literal meaning.

Protoss, ordinary humans...

Various thoughts intertwined in his mind, Wen Qing was stunned, grabbed Sikong's sleeve, and called out in a low voice, "Sikong."

"Are you...really players?"