Wen Qing's attention was all on the door closed by Song Xuan.

Is there anything you can't say well? Have to close the door?

He looked at Song Xuan's exposed muscles, his wheat-colored skin was covered in sweat, and his muscles were firm and smooth. It shouldn't be a problem to knock him down with one punch.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she said to Song Xuan, "I, I am fierce everywhere..."

That being said, he still stepped back.

Song Xuan sneered again, walking in and asking, "That fellow Fu Ranxiu let you live here?"

"Yes..." Wen Qing nodded nervously.

"Fake kindness." Song Xuan clicked his tongue, stood in front of the wardrobe, took off his basketball uniform with one hand, and threw it on the ground casually.

Seeing this, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

He pursed his lips, didn't dare to speak more, and walked quickly to the door.

The wardrobe is connected to the table and the bed. Song Xuan's bed is close to the door, and Wen Qing must pass by him.

Not daring to get too close to Song Xuan, Wen Qing walked next to the table on the other side.

Song Xuan just picked up the clothes, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose.

A little sweet, not greasy, I smelled it in the afternoon.

He narrowed his eyes, closed the wardrobe door, and turned to look at Wen Qing.

Before Wen Qing could react, a breeze had just hit beside her.

The next second, a large hand squeezed his shoulder and pressed him to the table.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide in fright and looked at Song Xuan in panic.

Song Xuan's upper body was naked, and the strong smell of male hormones filled the air.

The tip of Wen Qing's nose almost hit his chest, she quickly leaned back and put her hands on the table.

Song Xuan slowly lowered his head, leaned closer to his neck, sniffed the slightly warped hair, and continued to lean over, sniffing Wen Qing's neck.

The hot breath was spit in the neck, Wen Qing's fingers were stiff, and her 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 the neck.

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "This afternoon, it was you who quarreled with me, right?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.

Song Xuan's voice was slightly hoarse at the moment, and it was indeed similar to the voice of the boy sleeping at the back table.

Are you going to settle accounts with him now?

Thinking of the chair that was kicked away in the afternoon, Wen Qing said quickly, "Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to quarrel with you in the afternoon."

His voice was trembling and nasal, sounding a little soft.

Song Xuan straightened his body, looked at Wen Qingli's brows, pale cheeks, his eyes were slightly startled, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

His throat moved slightly, and he raised his hand to grab Wen Qing's collar: "So what?"

His throat was stretched by the collar, and it was difficult for Wen Qing to breathe. He instinctively leaned forward and approached Song Xuan.

He looked up into Song Xuan's eyes and apologized again: "I'm sorry..."

Song Xuan's eyes fell on Wen Qing's lips which opened and closed unconsciously.

He raised his hand unconsciously, and the moment he touched Wen Qing's lips, Song Xuan regained his senses, and turned his fingertips to pinch Wen Qing's face.

Song Xuan's strength was unexpectedly large, Wen Qing's cheeks ached, and water vapor slowly filled his eyes.

He was debating whether to use props or not, and whether to cool down for three days.

Even if Song Xuan is dealt with now, he will still suffer when he recovers.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan vaguely and asked vaguely, "What, what do you say?"

Warm breath brushed across his cheeks, Song Xuan half-closed his eyes, staring straight at the looming tip of his tongue.

The anger in Song Xuan's heart became more and more vigorous, the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheeks, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Really showy.

"Are you gay?"

Wen Qing was stunned, and looked at Song Xuan blankly: "I, I..."

The word "No" lingered on his lips, unable to say it for a long time.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door and the other boys were talking loudly.

"Have you finished washing?"

"So fast?"

"Are you **** rubbing birds? So slow?"

...

A clear conversation came from outside the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached and stopped outside the door.

Although the door was closed, it was not locked, and was vigorously pushed open by the boy outside.

Out of the corner of the eye, Wen Qing caught a glimpse of yellow hair and red hair.

Three or four boys crowded at the door. After seeing the postures and movements of the two people in the dormitory, they were all stunned, and their voices stopped abruptly.

Wen Qing felt that Song Xuan's grip on his face was lighter.

"This kid..." Huang Mao at the door stared at Wen Qing and looked up and down for a while, then continued, "Transfer student."

"Brother Song, is it time?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, when?

Song Xuan didn't speak. Another younger brother patted Huang Mao's head and scolded, "What do you want to do, Brother Song?"

Huang Mao responded quickly: "Yes, yes."

Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing's panicked eyes and felt itchy in his heart.

He let go of his hand, put his right leg between Wen Qing's legs, and slowly bent his knee.

This action made Wen Qing unable to leave the table behind him, the only thing he could do was to lean back.

Song Xuan lowered his head and glanced at Wen Qing's loose coat, and asked lightly, "Gay, right?"

"Like being seen?"

Song Xuan tapped lightly on the table with his fingertips, and asked lightly, "You took it off yourself?"

"Or do I let them pick it up?"

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at the few people at the door.

They looked at themselves with a smile on their faces, obviously not surprised by this kind of thing, and even coaxed: "Get off."

"What's so unsightly?"

"It's not a woman, is it?"

...

"I, I take it off myself." Wen Qing gritted his teeth and raised his hand slowly.

There's a coat anyway.

While paying attention to the reactions of several people, he prepared to find an opportunity to escape.

Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing closely, watching him raise his hand, his sleeve slipped down, revealing a thin white wrist.

Under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, it seems to be glowing, and it firmly attracts the attention of others.

The sound of laughter and coaxing gradually subsided, and they didn't know why, but looked straight at Wen Qing's movements.

It's an extremely ordinary action, but it's hard to move your eyes and your mouth is dry.

Wen Qing saw that he didn't push himself, and the movements on his hands became slower and slower.

He squeezed the zipper on his chest and slowly pulled it down.

He was nervous, his Adam's apple slid up and down unconsciously.

Song Xuan's gaze slowly moved from Wen Qing's wrist to his Adam's apple.

He recalled Wen Qing's soft voice involuntarily in his mind.

If the Adam's apple is bitten, it should be louder...

Wen Qing didn't know what Song Xuan was thinking, he twitched his eyelashes, pulled the zipper to the bottom, and slowly took off his coat.

He was wearing a T-shirt inside, which was also loose, making his arms thinner and whiter.

The collar of the T-shirt is a little skewed, revealing half of the collarbone.

From Song Xuan's perspective, Wen Qing's fair and smooth chest could be vaguely seen, undulating slightly, as if frightened.

Wen gently put the coat on the table, the zipper hit the table and made a slight noise.

The younger brothers came back to their senses and said dryly:

"Take off your coat is also called undress?"

"Transfer student, don't be shy."

"Go ahead, brothers are waiting."

...

Hearing the chirping voices of the younger brothers, Song Xuan couldn't help but get agitated.

With a gloomy face, he raised his foot and kicked the nearest yellow hair, and said coldly, "Have you been beeping?"

Huang Mao was kicked to the ground, there was a light gray shoe print on his chest, he fell to the ground, and quickly fell silent.

Seeing this, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled even more. He pulled the hem of his T-shirt, thinking to himself, Song Xuan's temper is really bad.

The next second, Wen Qing was pushed by Song Xuan.

He staggered slightly and almost fell, but fortunately he reached out to hold the table in time.

Looking at his whitish fingertips, Song Xuan impatiently kicked the basketball beside him, and sneered: "Is it really **** taking you off?"

"Get out now."

Wen Qing steadied her body, turned her head and walked out.

No matter what this lunatic is thinking, he can go anyway.

Wen Qing ran out without looking back.

Little brothers, look at me, I look at you, dare not make a sound, and look at Song Xuan cautiously.

Song Xuan glanced at them coldly: "Who the **** wants to see a gay?"

*****

Because of Song Xuan's matter, Wen Qing didn't even have the appetite to go to the cafeteria to eat.

I bought a bottle of milk from the vending machine downstairs in the dormitory and walked directly to the classroom.

The school does not enforce evening self-study, and there are not many students in the evening teaching building.

Wen Qing walked into the first floor and saw Fu Ranxiu in front.

After hesitating for a moment, he hurried forward and shouted, "Squad leader."

Fu Ranxiu didn't seem to hear and continued to walk 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 released her hand and said nervously, "I-I want to change the bedroom."

Fu Ranxiu didn't ask the reason, just spit out two words: "No."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and continued, "But me and..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Ranxiu said again: "No."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, he hadn't given a reason yet.

Why not let him change bedrooms?

He frowned slightly, hesitating whether to ask the teacher to discuss.

So far, except for the first class of students, the school is still quite normal, the teacher should be able to take care of it, right?

Seeming to see Wen Qing's thoughts, Fu Ranxiu said coldly, "I have the final say on the first class."

After speaking, he turned around and went straight upstairs.

Wen Qing stared blankly at Fu Ranxiu's back.

Are you so arrogant?

He didn't believe in evil, and after walking to the fourth floor, instead of going to the classroom, he went to the office in the opposite direction.

Walking to the door of the office, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know who the head teacher of the first class was.

The teacher in the afternoon did not introduce himself as the head teacher.

After hesitating for a while at the door, a student came out of the office.

Wen Qing said in a low voice, "Classmate, do you know who the head teacher of the first class is?"

The classmate turned to look at him: "There is no head teacher in the first class."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and then asked, "Then who is in charge of the first class?"

The classmate said naturally: "Of course it's the monitor."

Wen Qing didn't give up and continued to ask, "Is there no teacher in charge of the monitor?"

The classmates looked at him strangely, and for Wen Qinglian's sake, said a few more words: "The grades in the first class are so good, the teacher doesn't care."

"I wish the monitor could take care of the first class and save a class teacher. You are a transfer student, you can just ask the monitor if you have anything."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and understood what Fu Ranxiu meant.

He thanked his classmates in a low voice and walked slowly to the classroom.

"Wen Meng."

"Wen Meng."

It wasn't until Zhang Yang walked in front of him that Wen Qing realized that he was calling him just now.

Wen Qing nodded at him.

Zhang Yang walked beside him and said carelessly, "I thought you were Wen Qing at first."

Wen light footsteps.

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."

"Man, you look good."

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Zhang Yang. Seeing that he really didn't doubt herself at all, she asked tentatively, "Don't you suspect that I am a pseudonym?"

Zhang Yang smiled: "How do you get a fake name in this real-name copy?"

Wen Qing wondered: "What real-name system?"

Zhang Yang didn't explain, but asked him, "Are you a newcomer?"

Wen Qing shook his head and said vaguely, "There have been a few copies."

Zhang Yang snorted: "That's pretty new too."

After finishing speaking, he explained: "It's a copy of this kind of school, hotel, etc., which requires identity verification. If you use a fake name, you won't be able to enroll and check in."

"Can only be kicked out of the copy."

"If you get kicked out, it's a dead end."

Wen Qing blinked, he knew the consequences of being expelled from the copy.

So the name change card is useful.

Did Jiang Yan change his name card on purpose?