They Are Not Human!

The expressions on the faces of a dozen people in the class were slightly different, but their eyes seemed to be carved out of a mold, and they looked at Zhang Yang gloomily.

The air was dead silent, and the thick, nauseating smell of paint lingered on the nose, stimulating the senses.

Zhang Yang's face turned pale.

He slowed down, tugged up his sleeves stiffly, thinking to himself, if you lose, you won't lose.

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, raised the volume, and asked the thin bamboo pole vigorously: "Didn't you **** lock me in?!"

His voice was very hoarse, and at the moment he was talking like a worn-out bellows, with sharp threads in the rough.

Hearing this, a smile gradually appeared on the thin bamboo pole's face, as if he was enjoying a farce.

"Don't wrong good people, what do I care about you for no reason?"

The others nodded in agreement and said, "Yeah, why did he shut you up?"

"Did you quarrel?"

"There's no quarrel, is it okay?"

"You won't walk around and be locked inside, will you?"

...

Everyone, you said every word and I spoke every word, and the words inside and outside were all directed at the thin bamboo pole.

"It's your morning..." Zhang Yang's voice was getting lower and lower, and he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

It doesn't matter what he says.

A class of students is clearly a gang.

Zhang Yang held the shovel tightly, panting heavily to calm down.

Everyone is looking at Zhang Yang, watching the anger on his face gradually disappear, it seems that they have come to understand, they disapprove and say with a smile

"Be careful next time, transfer student."

"We came to save you with good intentions, otherwise you might have to be locked up for a few more days."

"Yeah, yeah, don't thank us, forget it, how can you still slander people?"

"The adults don't remember the villains."

...

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu beside him.

He stood at the door of the gym, with his back to the light, half of his face was shrouded in shadows, and the other half was indifferent, without any emotion, watching the scene in front of him.

Fu Ranxiu didn't go along with the others, nor did he stop them. He just watched quietly, as if he didn't care, or acquiesced to this kind of thing.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and clenched her palms subconsciously.

"How did you students get in?!"

Suddenly, a man in a security uniform passed by the door, and he shouted to the crowd, "Come out quickly."

Seeing that it was a security guard, a class of students didn't say anything or do anything, and went out hastily.

Wen Qing quickly walked to Zhang Yang's side and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Yang exhaled, his whole body relaxed instantly, his expression was sluggish, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing, just a little headache, and I smelled the paint for a long time."

Seeing that Wen Qing was about to help himself, he pulled the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a smile: "I can still walk, these muscles are not white."

Wen Qing nodded and looked up at the people outside the gym.

The security guard stood in front of the students, frowning and scolding: "The gym has been closed for the past two days. Didn't your teacher say that?"

"If something goes wrong inside, Tiantian shouldn't make the earth unworkable, who can take the responsibility!"

The thin bamboo pole carp quickly apologized: "I'm sorry uncle."

"We're here to find someone," he said apologetically to the security guard.

"A classmate accidentally walked in."

The other students also quickly said, "Uncle, we are all right."

"Uncle, we will pay attention in the future."

"Not next time."

...

Everyone left the uncle and said sorry again, the security guard looked relaxed, sighed, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, hurry up and go to class."

"Thank you uncle."

"Goodbye uncle."

After thanking them, they scoffed toward the playground.

Wen Qing blinked and thought, polite, willing to admit mistakes, lively and cheerful, when facing others, these students in the first class are like real top students.

The security guard glanced at Wen Qing and the others who walked out of the gym slowly, turned around and left without saying anything.

Zhang Yang sat down on the steps of the door, took a deep breath of fresh air for a while, and said to Wen Qing and others, "That guy Wang Feng tricked me here."

"It's the skinny guy who opened the door just now," he paused, detailing what happened, "I met him on the way back to the classroom after changing his school uniform in the morning. He said that the first class was replaced by physical education class, and he was going to stadium."

"I didn't think much about it. I followed him to the gym. When he opened the door and saw the mess inside, I realized that I was cheated."

"One step later, he has locked the door."

Zhang Yang licked his dry, peeling mouth and continued, "Then no one heard the screaming."

"I **** understand. These gangsters have been thinking about messing with me since yesterday, so they all have that kind of virtue in their eyes."

"How is your roommate?" Zhang Yang asked, and added, "Have you seen the eyes of those people just now, I feel that the whole class is not right now."

"My roommates," Xu Yuan said hesitantly, "Yesterday they were pretty normal. They took me to the cafeteria to eat."

"It started playing tricks on me this morning."

After speaking, she looked at Chen Jing.

"It's the same for me. Yesterday was fine," Chen Jing thought for a while, with an ugly face. "I couldn't find my toothbrush this morning. They gave me a new one. It smelled a little weird... I didn't think much about it at the time."

Zhang Yang cursed in a low voice and looked at Wen Qing and Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan shook his head: "I didn't contact them. The last one went back to the dormitory to sleep, and the first one got up."

Wen Qing told the truth: "My roommate is the monitor. He didn't do anything to me. He just read when he went back to the dormitory."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at Wen Qingli's eyebrows meaningfully.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and thought of Song Xuan again.

Song Xuan is also his roommate...

Wen Qing said, "There is another roommate who doesn't live on campus. He, he is bullying me a little bit."

As he said that, he remembered what Huang Mao said yesterday, and said quickly, "I heard someone ask my roommate yesterday, is the time up?"

Zhang Yang wondered: "When is it?"

"I don't know, they didn't say it," Wen Qing pursed her lips and analyzed, "According to today's events, will they wait for him to bully us?"

The eyes of the students who introduced themselves yesterday now seem to be picking prey and preparing to do it.

Girls are more bullied than boys.

Compared with the tall Jiang Yan, the thin and thin he is easier to bully.

"It makes sense," Zhang Yang nodded, and irritably pulled the grass beside him, "Damn, if they're all weird, I'll kill one of them—"

Suddenly, his voice suddenly stopped.

Wen Qing looked down at him.

"Almost forgot," Zhang Yang's expression changed, and he said solemnly, "In the morning, I found that there was no way to use props."

"You can't use props on Wang Feng, and you can't use props to leave that room."

"I don't know if it's because of Wang Feng or everyone else," Zhang Yang asked, "Have you ever used any props?"

Except for Wen Qing, without exception, he shook his head.

The eyes of the four fell on Wen Qing.

Wen Qing said slowly, "I used it for Song Xuan...my roommate who doesn't live on campus."

"Can use."

He didn't say what the props were, and the others didn't ask. The props were originally private things.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a while, then muttered, "Is there something wrong with Wang Feng?"

"I'll try again later when I get a chance."

Wen nodded lightly.

Zhang Yang stood up and proposed: "These people are all in a group, let's go together and take care of each other."

"Otherwise it would be too dangerous."

Today is Zhang Yang, who will be next.

No one objected.

Because the dormitory is separate, after a moment of deliberation, it was decided that the boys and girls would take care of each other in the dormitory, and there was no need to divide them by gender in the classroom.

Several people sat at the door of the dormitory for a while, Zhang Yang felt unwell, and went back to the dormitory to rest first.

Chen Jing and Xu Yuan went to the toilet together.

Wen Qing and Jiang Yan walked to the basketball court and looked at the others by the fence.

The boys in the first class play basketball on the basketball court, while the girls play on the badminton and tennis courts on the other side.

Usually in gym class.

Wen Qing blinked, just in time to see the thin bamboo pole, that is, Wang Feng's basketball smashed into a passerby.

Wang Feng's expression changed, and he quickly ran over to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

His teammates also hurried forward and asked with concern, "Are you all right, classmate?"

"Are you injured?"

"Let's go to the infirmary."

...

Wen Qing pursed her lips and glanced at the smashed person.

Not a student in the first class, looks quite young, maybe a student in the first year of high school.

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Jiang Yan and said hesitantly, "They seem to only have great malice towards transfer students."

Deliberately bullying and tricking people.

They don't care about their names, they seem to have only one transfer student's codename.

As long as it doesn't involve transfer students, they speak and behave normally.

Jiang Yan hummed: "It should be related to improving grades."

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly: "Can we improve our grades by bullying us?"

"Never leave ten," Jiang Yan rested his hands on the guardrail, basking lazily in the sun, "After all, it's a strange copy, it must be someone who did something."

Fu Ranxiu's face popped out of Wen Qing's mind.

Fu Ranxiu is different, he also studies religious books...

Whatever Wen Qing thought or felt, it was because of Fu Ranxiu.

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then took out the note paper in his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan glanced, holding the note between his fingers, his red lips curved: "Huh? A love letter?"

Wen Qing was silent for a moment: "It's the title of the book."

He leaned closer to Jiang Yan's ear, lowered his voice and said, "I suspect that the squad leader did some strange sacrifice."

"He's been reading religious books in his bedroom."

"These are the names I wrote down. I don't understand them, do you know them?"

Jiang Yan unfolded the note, glanced at it casually, put the note paper back in Wen Qing's pocket, and said softly, "Arabic, Thai, Tibetan..."

"These books are about the relationship between the myths and historical development of various countries, not purely religious books."

Wen Qing stared blankly at Jiang Yan, he didn't expect Jiang Yan to know so many languages.

Feeling his gaze, Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows with a smile in his eyes: "Are you going to fall in love with me?"

Wen Qing: "...that's not enough."

Jiang Yan blinked: "I will continue to work hard."

Wen Qing wanted to say that he didn't need to work hard, but then thought that Jiang Yan was joking and teasing him again, he replied solemnly that he would be laughed at, and swallowed the words back in his mouth.

Wen Qing asked again, "Have you read these books?"

Jiang Yan shook his head: "I've heard of it, it's quite famous."

"It's a little surprising that a high school student would read this kind of book."

He tapped lightly on the railing with his fingertips, looked at Fu Ranxiu under the tree in the distance, and squinted.

"Did he really do nothing to you?"

Wen Qing thought that Jiang Yan was asking him about remembering the book's title, he blinked and whispered, "I wrote it secretly while the monitor was taking a shower, he doesn't know."

Jiang Yan chuckled softly: "It's not this."

He tilted his head to stare at Wen Qing's beautiful face, and raised the corners of his lips: "Why would he help you find Zhang Yang?"

Wen Qing was stunned: "How do you know?"

How did you know it was for him?

"It's not hard to guess," Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, looked at Wen Wei's slightly raised lips, and asked again, "He really didn't do anything?"

Wen Qing shook his head slowly.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes: "What did he do?"

"He..." Wen Qing stretched out his hand and put it under Jiang Yan's eyes.

Jiang Yan looked at his slender hand: "He did it with your hand?"

Wen Qing: "???"