They Are Not Human!

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, recalling Jiang Yan's every move.

Jiang Yan was indeed helping him.

Could she also know Bai Tong, or someone from Lucky Hotel?

Just thinking about it, Zhang Yang's voice sounded in his ears: "Have you made any new discoveries in the past few hours?"

Wen Qing raised his head, Zhang Yang looked straight at himself.

He pursed his lips, and realized that Zhang Yang's gesture just now was probably just to exchange information.

Wen Qing blinked his eyes, paused, looked at the door number of the third grade in front of him, and said softly, "Yes."

Zhang Yang asked, "What?"

Wen Qing: "I think the squad leader is a bit strange."

Zhang Yang asked curiously, "What kind of strange method?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth and couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a while, so he had to say, "I can't describe it, it just feels a little strange."

"He just said... He has the final say about the first class, and it's useless to find a teacher."

Zhang Yang made an exaggerated expression: "So diao?"

Wen Qing nodded and continued: "I asked the students in other classes, and they also said that Fu Ranxiu was in charge of everything in the first class, and there was no class teacher."

"It's weird not to have a class teacher," Zhang Yang paused, then added, "I don't think the class leader is weird. He looks cold, like the kind of good student who only cares about studying."

He looked at Wen Qing and said calmly, "Brother, since you think the squad leader is strange, I'll say it straight."

"I think my dorm roommates are weird."

"I just went back to the dormitory to take a look. They were chatting, but they stopped talking when I went in." Zhang Yang raised his hand and gestured to the muscles on his arms, "then they stared at Lao Tzu's muscles."

"how to say…"

Zhang Yang pondered for a while, and said to Wen Qing in a low voice, "It feels like they are going to eat human flesh, thinking about where to start."

Wen Wei was slightly startled, eating human flesh, Wen Shi...

It wasn't that he was thinking about it, but these clues made him involuntarily recall the previous copy.

Seeing Wen Qing stunned, Zhang Yang smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, that's what I said, using an analogy."

"Don't think about it this way, we have to continue to exchange information later."

Wen Qing blinked and regained his senses.

This is a high school, he thought, full of students and teachers.

It is impossible to kill or eat people.

Taking two steps forward, and approaching the door of the classroom, Wen Qing said hesitantly, "Zhang Yang, do you have any free beds in your dormitory?"

"No," Zhang Yang shook his head and turned to look at him, "what's the matter?"

"It's like there seems to be a bad student in my dormitory," Wen said slowly.

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "This is a good opportunity."

"You can focus on how his grades improve."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, the opportunity was a good one.

It's just that he can't beat Song Xuan...

Although he didn't say it, Zhang Yang could see Wen Qing's concern.

He glanced at Wen Qing's thin arms and thin legs, and asked, "Bad students like this are all bullying and afraid of hardship."

"Do you have any props to scare people? If you scare people, he won't dare to do anything."

Wen Qing thought for a while, but didn't speak.

The props are pretty intimidating.

But the direction of bluffing feels a little crooked.

Zhang Yang reminded: "Didn't you say it just now, the monitor said he had the final say on the matters of Class 1."

"This dungeon squad leader should be very important, let's observe it for a day before talking about it."

Wen Qing responded and lowered his head to think about the countermeasures against Song Xuan.

He was thinking wildly, if Song Xuan really dared to do anything, he would use **** first, and then beat Song Xuan violently.

The evening self-study started at 7:00. Although it was half past six, all the students had already taken their seats, except for Song Xuan and his younger brothers.

Wen heaved a sigh of relief and hurried back to his seat.

He glanced around, the students were reading, chatting, eating... It was like a normal recess.

But because there is only one class on the whole floor studying in the evening, this ordinary has become unusual, and it seems a bit strange.

Wen Qing sorted out the textbooks on the desk, piled a pile on the left and a pile on the right, forming a book formation suitable for peeking at others.

He was lying on the table, staring at the girl who was eating snacks on the side.

The girl turned out a book while eating.

Judging from the colorful cover and the men and women embracing on the cover, it is a novel or a comic.

"Ding bell bell -" The bell rang for the evening study.

Everyone stopped the movements in their hands and began to study.

Wen Qing watched the girl immediately put down the snacks and books in her hand, and couldn't wait to start studying.

No coercion, no dissatisfaction.

Weird.

Wen Qing blinked and thought, since this is not a human-level copy... what supernatural power should it have?

He turned to look at the players in the classroom.

Except for Jiang Yan, everyone came to study at night.

Of the four players, none of them looked like they really wanted to study or read books.

Unlike the seminary.

Does it affect players? Or do they really love learning that much?

After pondering for a while, without any thought, Wen Qing lowered his head and casually opened a math book, with the words "Chen Jing" written on the cover.

Wen Qing's fingertips paused and subconsciously looked at the player Chen Jing this time.

Chen Jing was looking at the students in the class and didn't notice his gaze.

The name Chen Jing is relatively common, and it is normal to bump into names.

Wen Qing retracted his gaze and casually flipped through the topics in the math book.

Hmm, I don't understand.

I didn't know it before, and I don't know it now.

Wen Qing pushed the book aside and continued to look at the students.

He looked at a class of students for an entire class.

After watching helplessly for 45 minutes, Wen Qing's eyes were sore and astringent, and her mind began to feel sleepy when she was in the second quarter of her evening self-study.

He yawned and fell asleep.

The slight rustling sound of the paper flipping, the rubbing sound of the pen tip and the paper sliding echoed in my ears.

Soon, Wen Qing fell into a deep sleep.

****

After some time, the table was knocked.

Wen Qing didn't get enough sleep, so she mumbled in a daze, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"Boom boom boom-"

This time the pounding on the table was heavier.

Wen Qing opened her eyes and met a pair of deep eyes.

He woke up immediately and sat up straight.

Fu Ranxiu glanced at the sleep marks on his face and said coldly, "The evening self-study is over."

"Go back to the bedroom to sleep."

Hearing the bedroom, Wen Qing became more awake.

He thought to himself that it would be even harder to sleep in the bedroom.

Wen Qing sat on the chair, dawdlingly did not stand up.

All the students in the classroom were gone, only him and Fu Ranxiu were left.

Fu Ranxiu picked up a book, got up and left the classroom.

He walked to the door of the classroom, and out of the corner of his light caught sight of Wen Qing motionless, and said indifferently, "Song Xuan usually doesn't live in school."

"Before you go, turn off the lights and close the door."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Fu Ranxiu knew that he wanted to change the dormitory because of Song Xuan?

So remind him now?

Wen Qing stood up blankly, turned off the lights and closed the door, and slowly left the classroom.

Walking to the entrance of the corridor, he lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Ranxiu downstairs.

He is tall and tall, and the rimless glasses reflect the faint light, which makes his profile face even more stern.

As he walked down the stairs, the shadow behind him grew longer.

Going to the third floor, there are still a few first-class students.

After seeing Fu Ranxiu, they didn't say hello, but subconsciously avoided to the side to make way for Fu Ranxiu.

Fu Ranxiu continued to walk down without pausing.

His appearance alone is in stark contrast to the other students who are grouped in groups of twos and threes.

When Fu Ranxiu disappeared from everyone's sight, the students on the third floor exhaled and walked downstairs quickly.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and walked downstairs.

Before stepping on the steps, suddenly, the smell of perfume hit the right side.

Wen Qing tilted her head subconsciously and bumped into two soft objects.

The rich fragrance filled his nose and mouth, and he was a little breathless, and quickly stepped back.

When I looked up, I saw Jiang Yan supported his chest and asked with a smile, "Is it soft?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Jiang Yan's... chest that he had hit just now? !

His cheeks instantly became warm, and he stammered: "I'm sorry... I didn't see it."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, hooked his red lips and asked, "Didn't you see it?"

"Do you want to see my boobs?"

Wen Qing's face turned even redder: "I-I didn't mean that."

Jiang Yan laughed, and then said, "That's why you don't want to see it?"

"What about 36D, don't want to see it?"

Saying that, he took a step forward.

36D approached Wen Qing.

Jiang Yan asked with a smile, "If you don't want to see it...do you want to touch it?"

"It feels good."

Wen Qing quickly backed away, her hands behind her back, for fear that Jiang Yan would grab his hand and touch it.

Before Jiang Yan spoke again, he quickly asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Yan paused, leaned sideways against the wall, nodded and said, "I know, Wen Meng."

"Well, fiercely fierce."

She was teasing, apparently deliberately teasing Wen Qing.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and became more and more sure that Jiang Yan recognized him from the beginning, so he gave him a name change card.

"Thank you for the name change card."

Jiang Yan smiled and glanced at Wen Qing: "If you really want to thank you, don't just say it."

"Do something."

Wen Qing asked blankly, "What do you need me to do?"

Jiang Yan walked up to him, raised his hand slowly, and pointed his fingertips to his nose: "Mum."

Wen Qing was even more at a loss: "Do, do the nose?"

Jiang Yan burst out laughing, laughing back and forth, giggling echoed throughout the floor.

After a long time, he curled his lips and said to Wen Qing, "Me."

"Be me."

"Be me."

"Make love."

He said lightly, Wen Qing's cheeks, which had finally cooled down a little, turned red again, and her auricles also became red.

Wen Qing understood that he couldn't tell Jiang Yan what to say.

After a moment of silence, Wen Qing asked directly, "Do you know Bai Tong?"

Jiang Yan blinked: "Bai Tong..."

He dragged his tail and said slowly, "I've heard of it, but I don't know it."

The expression at the moment didn't seem to be joking, and Wen Wei was slightly taken aback: "Aren't you from Jixiang Hotel?"

Jiang Yan laughed: "Of course not."

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she asked nervously, "Are you from Oz?"

"Oz?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, "I met him once, but I don't know him."

"Little brother, you know quite a few people."

Wen Qing was a little nervous, not from Bai Tong, nor from Oz.

"You, you don't know Zhou Zhou, do you?"

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and couldn't help whistling: "Three men."

"As expected of Wen Meng."

"Really fierce."