They Are Not Human!

Something is bound to happen over the weekend.

Fu Ranxiu is asking players and everyone to prepare in advance.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she clenched her palms.

"Ding bell bell -" The bell rang at the end of the evening self-study.

Everyone swarmed out of the classroom, giggling and laughing. The volume of their voices was much higher than usual, and they looked extremely excited.

Compared with holidays, weekend events make them look forward to it more.

Fu Ranxiu on the podium sorted out the exam papers and turned to leave the classroom.

Wen Qing sat on the seat for a while, and when everyone left and there were only a few players left in the classroom, she slowly stood up and walked towards the others.

Zhang Yang kicked the chair at the same table and scolded: "Damn, they must be doing something on the weekend."

Wen nodded lightly.

Xu Yuan and Chen Jing turned pale and couldn't help asking, "What should we do?"

Zhang Yang scratched his hair irritably: "The props are useless, and I don't know what will happen."

"Fuck, why don't we just catch an aboriginal and ask him."

Jiang Yan yawned and said lazily, "Except for Fu Ranxiu, everyone else is in groups, and no one has ever been singled out."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. He didn't observe so carefully, but Jiang Yan said at this moment that it was indeed the case when he recalled it.

Zhang Yang looked at the two girls, then at Wen Qing's thin arms and legs, turned his head and asked Jiang Yan, "Can the two of us deal with one?"

Jiang Yan chuckled: "It can be done, but some things can't be solved by brute force."

"Even if they want to say it, can they really say it?"

Zhang Yang's face changed.

Jiang Yan glanced at the expressions of a few people in the circle, turned around and said, "It's better to prepare something to use then instead of thinking about it."

"I went to the supermarket."

There are no clues at the moment, guessing is useless, just a waste of time.

Wen Qingqian also followed him to the supermarket.

It was a holiday on Friday, and there were very few supermarkets on Thursday night. There were only a few scattered students buying supper, and only one aunt was in charge of the cashier.

Wen Qing bought some portable things such as biscuits and chocolate, and went around the supermarket, but couldn't find any medicines such as bandages and Yunnan Baiyao.

He walked to the cashier and asked the aunt who was eating melon seeds, "Auntie, is there any medicine in the supermarket?"

Auntie wondered: "A Band-Aid?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No, other ordinary trauma medicines."

Auntie was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then you have to go to the infirmary to buy it, we don't sell it here."

Wen Qing responded and wanted to say something when a strong scent of perfume suddenly wafted from behind him.

It is Jiang Yan's perfume.

In the next second, Wen Qing had an extra hand on her shoulder, and Jiang Yan's smiling voice sounded in her ear: "Wen Meng, I saw it."

"What did you see?" Wen Qing tilted her head and asked.

Jiang Yan didn't answer. He directly pulled him to a shelf not far away, raised his chin slightly, and motioned him to look in the direction of the cashier.

Wen Qing looked up and saw Wang Feng and three or four other students walking into the supermarket.

They surrounded the cashier auntie and said with a smile, "Auntie, here we are."

"Auntie, did you bring anything?"

"Bring it here," Auntie took out a wad of newspaper, put it on the table, and instructed a few people, "Be careful, don't cut the fruit by hand."

"Know it."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'm a good knife thief."

"I've been helping my mother cook at home."

...

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she looked carefully at the group of newspapers, where a few black hilts could be faintly seen.

Is it a knife?

Wang Feng stuffed the group of newspapers into his schoolbag, smiled and asked the cashier aunt, "Auntie, we will return it to you after we wash it on Monday."

The cashier aunt nodded and said helplessly, "It's already the weekend, why don't you go home and have a good rest."

Another male classmate smiled and said, "Why don't you study hard?"

"The college entrance examination will be in a few months."

Hearing this, the cashier aunt waved her hand and said, "It's alright, you all hurry back to the dormitory to rest."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

"Thank you auntie, goodbye auntie."

"See you on Monday, Auntie."

...

When they couldn't see them, Wen Qing asked Jiang Yan in a low voice, "Are those knives?"

Jiang Yan responded lazily: "This is not sold in supermarkets."

"This group of people is very popular, and this aunt is willing to help them."

Wen Qing frowned and walked to the cashier: "Auntie, check out."

After speaking, he asked casually, "Auntie, are there any classes in the school on weekends?"

The aunt nodded while scanning the code: "Yes, don't you know?"

"The first class of high school."

"In the third year of high school, the time is tight, and the Education Bureau does not allow make-up classes, so the school allows them to study in school by themselves."

Saying that, Auntie looked at Wen Qing suspiciously: "Why do you ask this?"

Jiang Yan stepped forward and looked at Wen Qing with a smile: "I'm also curious, why did you ask this all of a sudden."

Wen Qing glared at Jiang Yan quietly, turned her head and said to her aunt, "That... I, I'm a freshman in high school, I heard that there is no weekend holiday for senior year."

The aunt looked at Wen Qing's face. Wen Qing's skin was white, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and she was tender and small.

Auntie did not suspect that Wen Qing was lying, and said with a smile, "in the entire third year of high school, only one class stayed in the school to study, and the other classes still have normal holidays."

Wen Qing asked curiously, "Why?"

The aunt shook her head: "Then how would I know, I only heard that the students in the first class have the best grades, and it is normal to spend more time studying."

Wen Qing asked hesitantly, "Are the teachers around that weekend?"

"Of course not," Auntie motioned for Wen Qing to swipe the card to pay, while bagging the things he bought, she said, "The cafeteria will not open even after the school's holiday, oh no, the security guards at the front and back are still there."

"But even if the security guard is not there, the top students in the first class will not leave the school. I only heard of a few restless transfer students who want to run out of the school."

Transfer Students?

Wen Wei was slightly startled, and quickly asked, "Then what?"

"Then?" The cashier aunt looked at Wen Qing strangely, "I'll be sent back to the classroom, or I'll be taken back to the classroom by the monitor."

"I am not sure as well."

Wen Qing pursed her lips. In this school, the cashier aunt and the security guards would definitely believe the words of a class of students, not their few players.

those knives...

Their excited expressions...

Wen Qing's face turned pale, wouldn't she want to kill someone?

The aunt handed him the bag. Seeing that Wen Qing's face was wrong, she thought of the medicine he asked about earlier, frowned, and said with concern, "Classmate, are you sick?"

Wen Qing twitched the corners of his mouth: "No."

Jiang Yan laughed softly, and said to his aunt with curved eyebrows, "I told him a ghost story just now, and he was scared."

Auntie looked at Wen Qing and said helplessly, "You students just like to talk about things in the big night, and then scare yourself."

Jiang Yan nodded and asked with a smile, "Auntie, so did transfer students really die?"

Auntie thought they were talking about ghost stories about transfer students, she shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

"I've seen transfer students get kicked out before. It seems that they just ran out on weekends and got kicked out."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, it was a dead end for them to be dropped out of school.

"Thank you Auntie." Jiang Yan took the things from Auntie's hand and walked out with Wen Qing's shoulders hooked.

Walking out of the supermarket, Wen Qing was still pondering what her aunt said.

They can't leave the school, they can only stay in the school.

There are no teachers in the school on weekends, and even if there is, it is biased towards the same class of students.

Weekend school is a playground for a class.

Wen Qing clenched her palms and looked down at her toes.

Wang Feng and the others can borrow knives. What would other people, such as Song Xuan Huangmao, a rich and powerful student come up with?

Thinking about it, Wen Qing's face turned paler. Although his stamina is much better now, his running speed is not that fast.

Jiang Yan glanced at Wen Qing, saw that he was frightening himself, and said with a chuckle, "Didn't my aunt say that she hadn't heard of the accident?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said rationally, "Haven't heard of it doesn't mean nothing happened."

"They are so peaceful these two days, they should be waiting for the weekend."

The next second, a big hand pressed on his head and rubbed it.

Jiang Yan's lazy voice sounded: "Tonight is definitely safe, get a good night's sleep and recharge your batteries."

Wen Qing replied in a low voice, thinking to himself, he was a little worried about not being able to sleep at night.

Jiang Yan saw what he was thinking, and wrapped his fingertips around his soft hair, put it close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "If we can't sleep, we can do something happy."

"It helps with sleep."

Wen Qing's ears went numb, and her cheeks instantly turned red: "I can sleep!"

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "We can do it when we sleep—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Qing snatched the bag from Jiang Yan's hand and ran quickly to the dormitory building.

Back in the dormitory, Song Xuan sat on a chair with his legs crossed, swaying loosely, playing with his mobile phone.

Hearing the movement at the door, Song Xuan threw the phone aside and stared straight at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing put down the food and water, glanced at the bathroom, there was a faint sound of water, and Fu Ranxiu should take a bath in it.

When he turned around, Song Xuan was still staring at him.

There was no anger, no strange expressions, just looked at him calmly, like a large dog squatting aside and looking at its master.

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, sat on her chair, and asked Song Xuan tentatively, "I heard that you were a school bully in junior high school?"

Song Xuan responded and explained: "It's not a school tyrant, but he has a bad temper."

"Who told you that?"

Wen Qing didn't answer, and continued to ask, "Why did you just go to high school..."

After thinking for a while, he found a suitable word: "Just converge?"

Wen Qing knew it was because of Fu Ranxiu, but he wanted to hear what Song Xuan would say.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, and Danfeng raised his eyes slightly: "Those things in pediatrics are boring."

Wen Qing understood, the pranks of Fangfang and others, and Wang Feng's care of people, were all pediatrics in Song Xuan's view, maybe he was tired of playing in junior high school.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled as she looked into Song Xuan's eyes.

Song Xuan's eyes are narrow and long, and his pupils are pitch-black, and a trace of excitement can be vaguely seen in his eyes.

Wen Qing's heart tightened, it seemed that Song Xuan was also looking forward to the weekend.

Before he could ask, Song Xuan said straight to the point, "Want to know about the weekend?"

Wen Qing nodded hesitantly.

Song Xuan got up, walked in front of him, put his hands on the back of Wen Qing's chair, and trapped the person on the chair.

Song Xuan stared at the gentle eyebrows and lips, and spit out two words: "Reward."

Wen Qing was silent, thinking that Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu really belonged in the same bedroom.

One to reward, one to pay.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes, a faint sweet fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, and there was a gentle smell between his lips and teeth, making him thirsty and hungry.

His throat moved slightly, and he brought it close to Wen Qing's ear, his lips rubbed against the rosy earlobe, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "The dog will be obedient when it is full."