Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said to the system with a blushing face: [I, I mean, there is a reason for their better grades. 】

001 hummed.

[Yes, there is an abnormal reason! 】

001 hummed again.

Wen Qing blushed even more, he lay on the table and buried his face in his arms.

The second sentence was what he thought temporarily.

He was cranky at first.

He was clearly thinking about 001, and the whole person was naked in front of 001, and everything was seen.

The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more shy he became. After a while, he said to 001 angrily: [Don't talk to me! 】

001: [Wrong. 】

Wen Qing: [Shut up! 】

001 stopped talking, and Wen Qing stopped talking to it.

After a while, Wen Qing threw 001 out of her mind.

He raised his head, buried half of his face in his elbow, and blinked at the third grade.

Now is the last class in the afternoon, a self-study class.

Every student in the front row was studying hard, reading books, writing questions, etc. Wen Qing stared at everyone for five minutes.

Without seeing one person deserting, everyone is hurrying to learn.

Isn't it normal to work so hard to get good grades?

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a boy sleeping in the back row awake. He had yellow hair on his head and stretched, but he didn't make a sound.

Apart from the empty desks and chairs, the seats in the back row of the classroom were the students who had been sleeping. They had dyed hair, and their school uniforms were crooked. They looked like bad students.

Wen Qing recalled the prompt of the system, each student's grades were getting better and better.

That should include these bad students?

Should we start with these students?

While thinking about it, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang.

"Bell—" The loud bell rang through the teaching building, and the whole building instantly boiled, with the sound of desks and chairs rubbing, booing and chatting, and so on.

The students in the next classroom squeezed me and I squeezed you to run over, but the students in the only class were still studying.

Wen Qing looked at the students who were completely unresponsive, and thought, they are studying too seriously, didn't you hear? Still waiting for what?

The next second, Wen Qing knew that they were waiting for the squad leader's order.

"get out of class." After the monitor said these two words, all the students who were studying stopped.

A low voice of chatting and rustling small movements gradually sounded in the classroom.

"Brother Song, play ball!"

"Go away, don't sleep."

"Go and move your muscles and bones."

...

There was a chattering conversation between the boys behind him. Soon, Wen Qing heard the chair at the back table move. The grumpy boy seemed to wake up and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of four or five boys walking out of the classroom, and Wen let out a sigh of relief. He was a little afraid of such violent elements.

Can't beat, can't run.

Looking back, Wen Qing turned to the head of the office again.

The monitor pursed his lips and looked at the students in the class with deep eyes.

Following his gaze, Wen Qing found that he was looking at the player.

Perhaps noticing Wen Qing's gaze, the squad leader turned around, half-closed his eyes, his eyes slowly descended from Wen Qing's pale cheeks, and stopped on his slender neck, he frowned invisibly.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and after meeting the dark eyes of the head of the office, he quickly lowered his head.

He was also a little afraid of the squad leader, but it was different from the fear of the violent elements just now.

Being watched by the squad leader, there is a kind of creepy feeling, and the back feels cold.

The squad leader spit out three words coldly: "Fu Ranxiu."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked nervously, "Yes, who is it?"

Squad leader: "...I."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and said with a blushing face, "I'm sorry..."

He didn't react for a while.

"I, my name is Wen Meng."

"I know." Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's hand.

His hands are not big, the wrist bones are delicate and slightly convex, the back of the hand is covered with light blue veins, there is no body hair, white and delicate, the fingers are slender, and the fingernails are pink, which looks very suitable for holding in the palm of the hand.

Fu Ranxiu couldn't avert his eyes.

Wen Qing felt the fiery gaze of the other party, and couldn't help bending her fingers, retracting her hand, and placing it on her knee.

Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids and asked, "Are you in bad health?"

Wen Qing didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question, just about to shake her head, remembering her ID card, she nodded slowly: "Yes..."

Well, he is petite and frail.

Fu Ranxiu retracted his gaze and said lightly, "You share a bedroom with me."

Wen Qing: "???"

Why do you want to share the dormitory with you?

Fu Ranxiu didn't explain the reason, got up and said, "The transfer students stay, and the rest is optional."

After speaking, he left the classroom.

Wen Qing didn't dare to move in the seat, and continued to look at the students in the class.

After Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, a few more students left the classroom, but most of them stayed in the classroom, nibbling bread and snacks, and some people opened the book again and started to study.

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, 204, Building 2."

This time, Fu Ranxiu's speech was a little slower, which was a little different from when he was allocating seats.

"Xu Yuan, 305, Building 2."

"Zhang Yang, Building 3 406."

"Jiang Yan, 304, Building 2."

"Wen Meng, Building 3 401."

Wen Qing walked up to the podium and reached for the dormitory key and meal card.

Fu Ranxiu put the key in his palm, his cool fingertips pressed against his skin and scratched lightly.

Wen Qing froze and opened her eyes.

Fu Ranxiu looked indifferent, as if asking him what happened?

Wen Qing quickly retracted her hand and stammered, "Thank you, thank you..."

Did you accidentally bump into him?

Fu Ranxiu opened his mouth and said, "The meal card contains the money you saved when you transferred schools."

"Pick up your school uniform tomorrow, and I'll take you to the Academic Affairs Office."

"The first class organizes their own evening self-study at night. If you come, pay attention to the time and don't be late, which will affect the learning of other students."

After speaking, Fu Ranxiu glanced at his watch and left the classroom.

Wen Qing looked at the other players. Except for Jiang Yan, everyone else left the classroom.

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 going?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "I want to go buy some clothes first."

He thought about it pragmatically, the main task is often a month, and the school will issue school uniforms, but not others.

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, walked in front of him, and bent down slightly.

Her posture and movements caused Wen Qing to lower her eyes, and what she saw was Jiang Yan's plump breasts.

Wen Qing's cheeks flushed and she stepped back.

Seeing his actions, Jiang Yan laughed and asked, "What to buy?"

"Panties?"

Wen Qing was not used to talking about underwear with girls, so she nodded stiffly.

Jiang Yan looked at his blushing cheeks and said with a smile, "Help me take a look too."

"I want lace, in terms of color..."

Jiang Yan dragged his tone, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, took a breath, and said in a low voice, "Pick what you like."

Wen Qing's face instantly flushed to the back of her ears, because her emotions fluctuated too much, and there was a thin layer of mist under her eyes.

He stammered, "You, don't do this..."

Jiang Yan laughed until he leaned back and forth, raised his hand and squeezed Wen Qing's face: "Don't say this to others."

"Not everyone is like me and will let you go easily."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, not understanding what she meant.

Jiang Yan hummed a little song and left the classroom, leaving only Wen Qing's back.

Wen slowed down for a while, and then walked out. He paused as he passed the door, looking at the schedule posted on the wall.

Ordinary high school schedule, get up at 6:30 in the morning, early self-study, class, lunch break, class... end at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Night time is blank.

Listening to Fu Ranxiu's meaning, evening self-study is not mandatory, a group of self-organized evening self-study.

Wen Qing thought about it and walked out.

The classroom is 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's supermarket, canteen and dormitory.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Xu Yuan walking with a few girls. The girls looked familiar and seemed to be students in the first class.

Several people passed by with a smile:

"Your name is Xu Yuan, right?"

"right."

"We'll be one bedroom from now on."

"Do you want to go to the cafeteria to eat first?"

...

Wen Qing couldn't help but take a second glance, she didn't expect Xu Yuan to break into the students so quickly.

Surrounded by several girls, Xu Yuan nervously twisted her hair while chatting, "Okay."

"Wow, your skin is so tender."

"Let me see."

"Really, let me touch it."

"That's great hahaha."

...

Looking at their backs, Wen Qing always felt an inexplicable strangeness.

He looked back and walked towards the supermarket in 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 shopping, Wen Qing went directly to the bedroom.

The names of the dormitory members were posted on the door of the dormitory, but there were only two names.

【Fu Ranxiu】

【Song Xuan】

Wen Qing glanced at the names on the doors of the other dormitories, there were three or four, and he understood that he only had two roommates.

Pushing the door open, the dormitory is a quadruple room, with a bed and a table, and each bed is covered with the school's uniform sheets and quilts.

Two of the beds were obviously owned by the owner, and there were scattered things on the table below, while the other two were empty.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the table on the left. There was a stack of papers neatly placed on the table, as well as a palm-sized angel sculpture.

He walked over and glanced at the name on the paper.

Fu Ranxiu.

This is the monitor's bed.

Without thinking, Wen Qing picked the empty bed on the right.

Just after putting the clothes in the closet, the bedroom door was forced open.

"Bang-" hit the wall.

Wen Qing shuddered in fright and turned her head to look over.

A boy in a red basketball uniform was standing at the door. His facial features were handsome, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his eyebrows were faintly sullen, and he didn't seem very good-tempered.

Seeing someone in the dormitory, the boy narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze on Wen Qing: "Transfer student?"

Wen nodded lightly and responded in a low voice.

Song Xuan's eyes wandered on him for a long time, and finally settled on Wen Qing's face.

He threw away the basketball in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth: "What's it called?"

The basketball bounced on the ground, rubbed Wen Qing's trouser legs, and bumped into the chair beside him.

Wen Qing was even more nervous, she didn't expect another roommate to be so fierce.

He pinched his palm and said slowly, "Wen, Wen Meng..."

"Wen Meng?"

Song Xuan sneered.

He walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and asked meaningfully, "Where is it?"