After Yu Xing finished speaking, he leaned in front of Wen Qing and blinked: "Don't let him eat without leaving any scum."

Wen Qing stared blankly at Yu Xing, because of his words and because of the seriousness that flashed in his eyes.

During this period of time, Yu Xing has been hanging around and doing nothing, and it was the first time that Wen Qing saw a serious Yu Xing.

After a long while, Wen Qing didn't respond.

Seeing this, Yu Xing chuckled lightly, and then said slowly, "You should give me some points."

Wen Qing was at a loss: "What?"

Yu Xing raised his hand, pinched his tender and delicate cheek, and repeated patiently, "You will be eaten anyway, don't let Ji Yu eat alone."

The cool temperature on his cheeks brought back Wen Qing's consciousness, he regained his senses, and slapped Yu Xing's hand away.

Yu Xing withdrew his hand indifferently and added, "My skills are definitely better than that guy Ji Yu."

Wen Qing: "..."

What the hell are you talking about.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked, "What did you mean just now..."

Yu Xing said without changing his face, "I just meant that I was able to live a good life."

Wen Qing: "..."

Who asked you this!

Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she said angrily, "I want to ask you, did you know Teacher Ji before?"

Yu Xing glanced at him and said casually, "We two have cooperated... a few times."

Cooperation?

Wen Qing was stunned, Teacher Ji is a university teacher...

He opened his eyes wide, looked at Yu Xing's "naked" and "exposed" chest, and asked in disbelief, "Are you also a university teacher?"

Yu Xing sneered and raised his eyebrows: "He said he was a university teacher, so you believed it?"

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, if Ji Yu wasn't a university teacher, why did he say he was a university teacher?

Because... the status of a teacher is more convenient?

more accessible to them?

Thinking about it, Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and Ji Yu's recent "sex-inducing" talk popped out inexplicably in her mind.

But... are the words of suffocation really believable?

Wen Qingqing couldn't help thinking, could Yu Xing deliberately make him doubt the teacher?

All his psychological thoughts were written on his face, Yu Xing laughed lowly, and scolded: "Little unconscionable."

When you should be smart, you are not smart, and when you shouldn't be smart, you are thinking "randomly".

Wen Qing pondered for a while, looked at Yu Xing, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know Sikong?"

Yu Xing responded perfunctorily: "Forget it, I'm not familiar with it."

Wen Qing was startled, Ji Yu and Sikong knew each other, Yu Xing and Ji Yu worked together, and Sikong...

Yu Xing's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a tone of voice: "In front of me, do you still miss other men?"

Wen Qing: "..."

After a while of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Do the three of you know each other?"

Yu Xing's nasal cavity emits a single syllable, which is an admission.

He raised his eyebrows and motioned for Wen Qing to continue.

Wen Qing "touched" his face subconsciously, thinking, is he acting too obvious?

How did Yu Xing know that he still had something to say?

Wen Qing pursed her lips and analyzed in an orderly manner: "So the reason you three are god cards is because you know each other."

"Otherwise, if you cooperate, it will be unfriendly to other players."

Yu Xing's expression froze for a second.

Wen frowned slightly, thinking to himself, isn't that the reason?

Yu Xing raised the corner of his mouth: "Last time I made you think about the literal meaning, didn't you think about it at all?"

Wen Qing blinked and said seriously, "I thought about it."

Just did not want to understand.

The second half of the sentence was not spoken, and Yu Xing also guessed it.

He stared at Wen Qing with a faint smile in his tone: "Can't think of this?"

"Do I have to feed the answer into your mouth to understand?"

Wen Qing's eyes lit up and she asked softly, "Is it okay?"

He didn't mind telling himself the correct answer directly.

He couldn't understand the twists and turns.

"Of course you can." Yu Xing smiled, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing took a step forward.

Yu Xing slowly leaned over, leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice, and said, "What do you want in exchange?"

After he finished speaking, he blew badly at Wen Qing's auricle.

Wen Qing's body trembled, and the back of her ears instantly turned red.

He wanted to step back, but Yu Xing's hand suddenly wrapped around his waist, and Wen Qing couldn't move at all.

Yu Xing deliberately pinched his waist, then brushed the corner of his clothes and slowly descended.

"Little idiot, I'm afraid you won't understand, I'll make it clearer."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qing felt Yu Xing's hand on his buttocks and pinched it.

He opened his eyes wide, only to see Yu Xing's lips curled, and he said word by word, "Equivalent exchange."

Wen Qing pushed Yu Xing away, embarrassed and annoyed, he turned around and took two steps, then paused, then turned to look at Yu Xing, blushing and asked, "Where's the exchange?"

Yu Xing was a little surprised, this little idiot sometimes reacts quite quickly.

He pretended not to understand: "What?"

Wen Qing became angry: "You, you just "touched" me!"

Yu Xing snorted and said calmly, "I just took it as a reward for telling you that the answer was wrong."

Wen Qing is speechless, this person is so shameless!

He pursed his lips and walked to the study without looking back.

There are 24 hours until the next vote.

He can definitely figure it out.

Yu Xing leaned against the wall lazily, looking at Wen Qing's angry back, rubbing his fingertips.

The meat on the little idiot seems to be all up to the buttocks, and it's quite good to pinch.

*****

Wen Qing trotted into the study, but the study was empty.

He exhaled, walked quickly to the desk, and started looking for the book Sikong left behind.

There were a lot of books scattered on the desk, Wen Qing checked them one by one, but did not see Sikong's one.

Wen Qing frowned and had no choice but to pick up "Greek Mythology" and rummage for the content related to the three-headed dog.

He turned it over carefully, except for the little story he saw last time, there was no other content about the three-headed dog.

But the conversation between Teacher Ji and Yu Xing just now... They must know something related to the father of the three-headed dog.

Wen Qing stared at the page and read it again word by word.

[The three-headed dog Cerberus lives on the banks of the River Styx and guards the gates of the underworld for Hades, the king of the underworld...]

Wen Qing stared for a while, guarding the gate for Hades...

Could the father of the three-headed dog be Hades?

Wen Qing hurriedly started looking for the content related to Hades, and she saw a sentence.

[Pluto, the god of the underworld, in charge of the underworld, with a three-headed dog beside him. 】

Wen Qing's face turned pale, he remembered Gong Yunyun's words, the three-headed dog is responsible for guarding the gates of the underworld and hell in most mythological systems.

He does not understand Greek mythology, but he understands Chinese mythology.

In other words, Hades is King Yama!

If the father of the three-headed dog is Hades...

Angry may come to ask for his life.

Wen Qing clenched her palm nervously, praying silently in her heart that the father of the three-headed dog is a sensible god.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, the more he wanted to cry.

Wen Qing hurriedly closed the book, he wanted to find clues quickly and clear the level before the three-headed dog father came.

He sniffed and started looking for another book.

Wen Qing remembered that the book had a pure white back cover with no words. It was very special among many books.

But he searched all over and couldn't find it, there was no desk drawer, no Chinese bookshelf...

Half an hour later, Wen Qing was so tired that she sat directly on the ground and looked up to check other bookshelves.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded above his head: "What are you looking for?"

"Look for an all-white book." Wen Qing blurted out.

In the next second, his face gradually turned pale.

He heard the voice of the person behind him.

It is Zhouzhou.

Wen Qing swallowed nervously, shrank to the side of the bookshelf, leaning her back against the bookshelf, barely feeling safe.

Zhou Zhou lowered his head and looked at him solemnly.

His face was panic-stricken, and the ends of his eyes were a little red.

Zhou Zhou had a gloomy face and realized one thing.

Wen Qing is afraid of herself...

"I'll rest on the third floor tonight."

"You can go back to your room to sleep, don't sleep in the study, the blankets are easy to fall off."

Wen Qing froze for a moment, blanket?

How did Zhou Zhou know that he had a blanket when he slept in the study last time?

Last time he only saw Teacher Ji in the study...

Thinking of Yu Xing's words, Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, plucked up her courage, and stammered, "Did you give me that blanket or blanket?"

Zhou Zhou: "Otherwise?"

Wen Qing was stunned, he thought it was the teacher who put it on him.

And when thanked the teacher at that time, the teacher did not explain...

Seeing him stunned, Zhou Zhou's face darkened even more: "Who do you think it is?"

"Is it depression?"

Wen Qing regained her senses and looked up in confusion.

Zhou Zhou thought that he had acquiesced, his expression changed, and blue veins burst out on his forehead: "Is it a suffocation?"

"Did he believe it when he said it was?!"

"How could he care about you when he bullies you all day long!"

The sharply raised voice made Wen Qing tremble with fright, and subconsciously wanted to step back, but there was a bookshelf behind him and he couldn't step back.

He curled up the corners of his clothes, "exposing" a thin waist.

There is a light fingerprint on the side of the waist.

Zhou Zhou's eyes stopped, staring at that part.

He walked up to Wen Qing, squatted down, and gently raised the corner of his white t-shirt.

The fingerprints were slightly reddish, and it looked like someone was pinching this place not long ago...

Zhou Zhou's eyes were cloudy, and his Adam's apple pressed down.

He bent his index finger, stroked Wen Qing's waist, and slowly wiped the fingerprint with his fingertips, from light to heavy.

"It's dirty here."