Wen Qing was stunned, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

what?

The next second, 001 repeated:

[Bullying people - trampling]

[Release object: Ji Junfeng. 】

This time, 001's tone was not as cold as usual, with a hint of displeasure, urging him to complete the task.

After two seconds, Wen Qing remained in place.

Stampede?

Do you mean to let him step on Ji Junfeng? !

001 spit out two words coldly: [Hurry up. 】

Wen Qing asked weakly in her heart: [If you don't step on it, what will happen? 】

001: [At your own risk. 】

This kind of unclear answer is the most terrifying.

Wen Qing wanted to cry but had no tears, why didn't you make it clear!

Is it possible that there are no consequences?

Maybe be beaten by Ji Junfeng?

Or maybe get kicked out of the copy?

Worst possible...death on the spot?

Wen Qing scared himself, and the more he thought about it, the more worried he became. With his luck, it would definitely not be a good turn, and there was a high probability that it would be the worst outcome.

He can't afford to gamble, and he doesn't dare to gamble.

[I step on, I step on...]

Wen Qing lowered her head, feeling at a loss for Ji Junfeng's bruised body, holding back for a long time, she stumbled and asked, "Can I, can I step on you?"

Ji Junfeng lifted his eyelids and leaned against the wall: "Huh?"

Wen Qingzhi made a very rude request and dared not look directly at Ji Junfeng: "Yes, can you?"

"I'll just step on it gently and quickly, no, it won't hurt."

Ji Junfeng didn't speak, he was silent.

001 urged again: [What are you waiting for? 】

【I know...】

Wen Qing raised his feet, saw his muddy shoes, and put them back silently.

A bit dirty.

He bent down, untied his shoelaces, took off his shoes and socks,

Ji Junfeng lowered his eyes and stared at his feet.

Wen Qing's feet are not big enough to hold in a single grip. The white insteps are covered with light blue and lavender veins, the toes are rounded, and the nails are pink.

Ji Junfeng opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air.

Wen Qing put her toes on the shoe, lifted her foot down, lifted her foot down, and couldn't step on it for a while.

Suddenly, a footstep sounded behind him.

Someone came.

Wen Qing was startled and turned to look over.

Bai Tong stood at the toilet mouth, frowning slightly: "I just met someone—"

Said, he paused and saw Ji Junfeng behind Wen Qing.

Ji Junfeng, who was covered in bruises and bruises, narrowed his eyes at Wen Qing, who was barefoot, and asked, "What happened?"

Wen Qing stammered, "I, I'm bullying people..."

Bai Tong was slightly startled, but quickly realized that it was because of his identity card, he lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen Qing's "naked" and "lu" feet.

Wen Qing instinctively shrank her feet, and she was relieved to see Bai Tong understood what she meant.

He turned sideways, Ji Junfeng, the novel: "I'm sorry, I, I'll just give it a little..."

Ji Junfeng chuckled and said in a hoarse voice, "How long have you been talking about?"

"Why don't you step on it?"

Haven't you been mentally prepared yet...

Wen Qing glanced at Ji Junfeng's body, there were not only wounds on his hands, but also smoke scars, large bruises on his chest, and no wounds on his stomach and legs. There must be wounds from stick marks and footprints on his clothes.

Bruised all over...

This, this has nowhere to go!

Wen Qing stood on tiptoe, not knowing where to step.

Before he could lift his feet, the indifferent countdown of 001 sounded in his mind: [Ten, nine, eight...]

Wen Qing slowly raised his foot, Ji Junfeng might have been impatient to wait, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his ankle.

The hot palms covered her feet, and Wen Qing struggled subconsciously.

It was Ji Junfeng who was so powerful that he grabbed his feet and pressed them directly on his chest.

The skin under her feet was burning hot, and Wen Qing felt as if her feet were being scalded. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Ji Junfeng in a daze.

Ji Junfeng raised the corner of his mouth, moved his palm to the instep, and pressed down gently: "Are you trying to step on me like this?"

The hot and sticky breath brushed against the soles of the feet, gentle, itchy and shy, and quickly apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Ji Junfeng smiled, grabbed his feet, slowly moved down, stopped at the navel, and pressed heavily: "Do you still want to step on me like this?"

Wen Qing could feel that the force was heavy, as if he wanted to really step on it.

Hearing Ji Junfeng's gradually rapid breathing, Wen Qing apologized again and wanted to retract his foot, but Ji Junfeng grabbed him tightly and continued down.

"I'm sorry..." Wen Qing apologized in a low voice, her eyes slightly flushed with nervousness.

He asked 001 in his heart: [System, is this all right? 】

001: [Hmm. 】

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she quickly said, "Enough..."

"no need……"

His voice trembled slightly, it didn't sound like he was bullying, but like being bullied.

Bai Tong's throat moved slightly, and his eyes fell on Wen Qingguang's feet involuntarily.

Ji Junfeng let out a breath of hot air, panting slightly: "So fast?"

"Don't you want to step anywhere else?"

Bai Tong stood aside, making Ji Junfeng's eyes clear what he wanted, and his face gradually sank.

He strode forward, and a second before he was about to start, Ji Junfeng let go of Wen Qingzhe's hand.

There are red "color" fingerprints on the back of Wen Qing's white and tender instep, which looks very ambiguous.

Ji Junfeng licked his lips, closed his eyes, his chest heaved slightly, as if he was trampled and hurt, and he seemed to be reminiscing about something.

Wen Qing didn't notice his feet at all. He quickly put on his shoes and asked, "How are you, how are you now?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes and did not speak.

Wen Qing Novel: "I'll take you to the room?"

Ji Junfeng still did not speak.

Wen Qing thought to himself, this should be the default.

He bent down and tried to help Ji Junfeng up.

Ji Junfeng was sitting all the time yesterday, and Wen Qing didn't know his height. Now, when he was halfway up, Wen Qing realized that the other party was much taller than him. He could barely wrap his arms around Ji Junfeng's waist, and Ji Junfeng's chin rested on his Tianling cover.

The strong smell of perfume rushed to the face, and Wen Qing was so smoked that her eyes turned red, she turned her head quickly, and bumped into Ji Junfeng's biceps.

Although Ji Junfeng looks inexorable, he has a lot of chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps.

Bai Tong's perspective is that Wen Qing is buried in Ji Junfeng's arms, full of ambiguity.

He sank his face, walked to Wen Qing's side, and said, "You are weak, I'll do it."

Ji Junfeng hummed, still pressing on Wen Qing, and said lazily, "No."

"You look very similar to the person I was just now, I'm afraid."

Bai Tong's mouth twitched.

Wen Qing raised her head and said to Ji Junfeng, "I, I can't hold you alone..."

He said tentatively: "Don't let you close your eyes, so that you won't see the white hole?"

Ji Junfeng reluctantly responded: "Well then."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, pressed his head against Wen Qing's ear, slowly raised an arm, and motioned for Bai Tong to help him.

Bai Tong grabbed Ji Junfeng's arm and walked out expressionlessly.

Wen Qing took two steps and felt something soft brush the tip of her ear.

Take a step, rub it.

The warm breath spit on the auricle, as if a current drilled through the body, spreading to the whole body along the spine.

Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she pushed Ji Junfeng's head slightly: "You, don't get so close to me."

Ji Junfeng snorted and said slowly, "My stomach hurts and I can't move."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and the novel said, "Then you can continue relying on it."

Bai Tong's face darkened, and the hand that grabbed Ji Junfeng's arm gradually tightened.

Ji Junfeng whispered in pain: "My hand is starting to hurt too."

Wen Qing hurriedly asked, "Why don't we take you directly to the infirmary."

Ji Junfeng gasped: "There is no infirmary in the school."

"If you are injured, you can only go to the temple to pray, I don't want to go."

Temple?

Wen Qing thought of the huge statue, her face changed slightly: "Well, let's go to the room."

As soon as he reached the stairs, Ji Junfeng shouted again: "Hands hurt even more."

"Student, don't work so hard."

Hearing this, Wen Qing stopped and tilted her head to Bai Tong.

Bai Tong smiled lightly, motioned Wen Qing to move away, took a step to the side, directly carried Ji Junfeng on his back, and strode down the stairs.

Without any warmth in his voice, he said coldly, "Classmate, of course it will hurt if you talk so much. I will take you to the room to rest."

One person's back is much faster than two people's supporting movements, and they are in the room in the blink of an eye.

Bai Tong walked to the back row and threw Ji Junfeng on the chair: "Does it hurt?"

Ji Junfeng's face was pale, and Xiang Zhengguan's Wen Qing was dumb: "It's okay, I can hold it back, and you didn't mean it."

Bai Tong: "..."

Ji Junfeng continued: "Thank you, this classmate."

Wen Qing turned around, unaware of the strange atmosphere between the two.

He asked Ji Junfeng's wound, "Do you have any 'medicine' to apply?"

Ji Junfeng raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm fine."

"It's you, let's go to the cafeteria."

"The fasting starts today, and the teacher will name each meal."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked, "What about you?"

Ji Junfeng lay on the table and closed his eyes: "I'm not going."

"Those people just don't want me to go, you don't have to worry about me."

Wen Qing frowned: "Then let me help you talk to the teacher."

Ji Junfeng smiled: "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Leaving the room for a while, Bai Tong said, "What's the matter with him?"

Wen Qing told the truth: "When I came out of the office, I heard the sound, and then I went."

"Found three or four people in Ji Junfeng, and then pretended to call the teacher to scare them away..."

"Then, then," Wen Qing paused and said slowly, "the system prompted me to step on Ji Junfeng."

Bai Tong frowned: "This is your clue."

Wen Qing ah, suddenly realized: "Yes..."

"But I didn't see the face of the perpetrator."

Bai Tong shook his head and explained, "It should have nothing to do with the perpetrator."

"Your hobby is bullying, it should be about the victim."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Bai Tong lowered his eyes and covered the emotions in his eyes: "To be precise, maybe it has something to do with Ji Junfeng."

"Is there anything unusual about him?"

Wen Qing thought for a while: "he also had a lot of injuries yesterday."

"His...I didn't find it."

Bai Tong sighed and continued: "He said that he could only go to the temple to pray when he was injured. He didn't want to go. As a seminary student, he might know something."

Wanting to change Ji Junfeng just now, Bai Tong couldn't help reminding Wen Qing: "Be careful when you come into contact with him."

"No matter what, he is also a native student of this seminary, to x..."

Bai Tong didn't say the following words, Wen Qing also understood, he nodded and said, "I will."

Bai Tong's expression softened a little, and he turned to ask, "By the way, why did Teacher Chen look for you?"

Wen Qing took out the gift box in his pocket, opened the lid, put the spoon and chopsticks under Bai Tong's eyelids, and said slowly, "The teacher said that the high priest wants me to cook well."

Bai Tong bowed his head and silently tied the chopsticks and spoons with bow ribbons.

Gotta say, kinda cute.

It also matches Wen Qing a little inexplicably.

After a while, he said, "This high priest is watching you."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and Bai Tong definitely said this in his mouth, which was different from his own wild speculation.

He glanced around and made sure that there was no one there, so he leaned into Bai Tong's ear and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you monitoring us?"

The faint sweet fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose, Bai Tong pursed his lips, and said lowly, "It should be only you."

"No one in Oita went to the cafeteria yesterday."

Wen Qing was the only one who received the gift.

Wen slightly frowned, because of what happened in the temple yesterday?

Or because of the buff on him?

Wen Qing couldn't understand it alone. If he wanted Bai Tong to help with the analysis, he had to tell him about the buff.

Bai Tong has already told him about the portable space, if you tell him about the buff...

While hesitating, 001 said: [Can't say. 】

Wen Qing couldn't help but ask: [Why? 】

001 Leng: [Portable space is not a rare thing, and you are the only one who leads the way. 】

[Can you guarantee that he won't do anything after he finds out? 】

Wen Qing was about to speak, but 001 immediately said: [Even if he is normal now, are you sure he will not change in the future? 】

When Wen Qing said this, he instantly thought of Zhou Zhou, and he lowered his eyes: [No. 】

001 didn't let him go, and continued: [Can you make sure he won't tell anyone about this? Inactive or forced? 】

[Those who are interested will covet the buffs on you, and they can even use you as bait, so that everyone is innocent and guilty. 】

Wen Qing heard 001 say such a long sentence once.

Although the tone of these words was the same as usual, cold and indifferent, and he couldn't hear any emotions, he was worried that 001 was secretly angry, and when he returned to the world, he began to spend money recklessly.

Wen Qing hurriedly said obediently: [I see, I won't tell anyone about the buff. 】

001 snorted coldly.

Wen Qing thought for a while, and asked hesitantly: [Can my buff be taken away? 】

001: [Some people can. 】

Wen Qing understood, it was probably those with or his buff.

[Then, can that be exchanged? 】

001 Cold: [No. 】

The temperature of these two words is much lower than the previous words, Wen Qing did not dare to ask any more, and walked quickly to the cafeteria with Bai Tong.

The canteen is a single-story building with only the first floor.

Wen Qing and Bai Tong were just walking up the steps when they heard a slightly angry voice from a female teacher: "Wen Qing, Bai Tong."

"Are these two classmates not here?"

Bai Tong shouted, "Here."

Wen Qing also responded quickly and ran quickly.

In the center of the cafeteria stood a middle-aged female teacher in professional attire. She held a roster in her hand and said to Bai Tong coldly and gently, "Why is it so slow?"

"It's past eight o'clock."

Wen Qing walked up to her and said softly, "I'm sorry, teacher."

"Mr. Chen asked me to go to his office, and I wasted a little time on the way."

Seeing Wen Qing, the female teacher showed a smile on her face, drew a pen on the roll, and said in a soft voice, "I know what's going on, you two, sit down and eat."

Wen Qing just took a step, paused, and said to the female teacher, "Teacher, Ji Junfeng from our class is not feeling well and can't come to dinner. He is in the room now."

The female teacher turned her head to him.

Wen Qing thought the teacher didn't hear clearly, and repeated: "Ji Junfeng."

The female teacher gave a nib: "I see."

"You go to eat first."

Wen Qing nodded and swept around. There was no window meal in the cafeteria, and there was no meal in front of the classmates.

Bai Tong lowered: "Just sit down."

Wen Qing and Bai Tong sat down in the empty seats at the player table, and soon, three or four strong men wearing masks and hats pushed the dining cart over and served everyone in turn.

The ordinary stainless steel plate, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, has a large amount of dishes and meals, so much that it hangs tremblingly on the edge, as if they are afraid that they will not be full, and each person also has a cup of hot cow "milk".

Female teacher Yang reminded: "Fast meal is a gift from God, you must finish it, otherwise you will be disrespectful to God."

The players were stunned for a while, and when they met his classmates, they shouted, and began to eat meat with big mouthfuls.

No one dared to touch the chopsticks at the player's table, which was particularly abrupt.

The female teacher glanced over and said lightly, "Enjoy slowly, Teacher Sun is responsible for checking the last empty plate."

After speaking, a burly male teacher walked to the entrance of the cafeteria.

Wen Qing's face changed slightly, realizing that they had to finish their meal today, otherwise they might not be able to leave the cafeteria.

The players looked at each other, grabbed the dishes with chopsticks, and dared not start.

After a while, someone moved.

Oz sat on the side and ate indifferently. Two or three mouthfuls settled on a meat dish.

Seeing this, the players started eating.

Wen Qing didn't use the tableware given by the high priest. He used the wooden chopsticks he sent to poke the pork belly, and he couldn't eat it.

In the early morning, he had a bad appetite, and what he provided was not porridge, but a meal with meat and vegetables.

Reluctantly ate two vegetarian dishes, warmed and burped.

Bai Tong paused, then tilted his head: "Can't you eat anymore?"

Wen Qing nodded, and the novel said, "I will eat slowly."

"No," Bai Tong took the initiative to take the food from his plate and added, "I have a big appetite."

Wen Qing took a sip of the cow's milk, and Xiao Xie said, "Thank you."

Bai Tong finished the meal quickly, looked around, and said lightly, "There are very few people."

Wen Wei was stunned for a moment and turned to the sides.

There are very few students in the cafeteria, there are not many tables and chairs, and the seats are full, which makes it seem crowded.

Wen Qing counted, and as soon as he counted five tables, a woman from Yihe Wan sounded on the right: "There are 74 people in total, including 10 players."

Wen Qing turned her head, and the person who spoke was a pretty girl.

Bai Tong said, "This is my roommate, Li Jingjing."

Wen Qing Novel: "Hello, my name is Wen Qing."

Li Jingjing smiled: "I know."

She took the initiative to say, "I heard some news from my deskmate yesterday."

"The celebration of God's birthday seems to be a lot of physical and mental effort. From today until the day of God's birthday, every meal has a teacher who supervises us to finish it, saying that it is to ensure that we are getting enough nutrition."

Wen Qing couldn't help frowning, how much each meal?

"What if you can't finish eating?"

Li Jingjing raised his eyebrows in the direction of his classmate and motioned for Wen Qing to go over: "This is a gift from God, even if they can't finish it, they have to force it."

Wen Qing looked over, and sure enough, the skinny students couldn't eat after half the meal. They were still frantically stuffing food into their mouths, their expressions twisted and hideous, and they looked a little terrifying.

Li Jingjing held his cheeks and said lightly, "Is it like feeding a pig?"

"Feed us fat and fat, and then slaughter."

Her tone was soft and her words were very immersive, and Wen Qing couldn't help being excited.

Li Jingjing burst out laughing, and said to Bai Tong: "Your child is so timid."

Bai Tong paused, his eyebrows gradually opened, and he smiled softly: "What my little friend..."

Li Jingjing rolled his eyes and asked Wen Qing, "Have you passed the copy?"

Wen Qing said honestly, "This time it's two."

Li Jingjing surprised him: "Two? You are still a newcomer."

"Why did the newcomer two come to the god level? I don't know whether to say you are unlucky or lucky."

Wen Qing nodded and said slowly, "I know, I'm unlucky."

Li Jingjing laughed again.

It didn't take long for Oz to walk to the entrance of the cafeteria. After Mr. Sun had checked the plates, he let him leave and picked up the players to leave one by one.

Wen Qing and Bai Tong walked to Teacher Sun together.

Mr. Sun glanced at the white plate, let him put it on the table beside him, and said, "Thank God."

Bai Tong: "Thank God."

When it was Wen Qing's turn, Teacher Sun said, "Thank you, High Priest."

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then replied, "Thank you High Priest."

Bai Tong took the initiative to ask, "Teacher, there is still half an hour before class. Can we go to the library?"

Teacher Sun frowned: "What are you going to do in the library?"

Bai Tong said casually, "I want to admire the deeds of God."

Hearing this, Teacher Sun showed a smile on his rigid face: "Not now, it's time for class."

"Don't worry, everyone will be arranged to go to the library this afternoon."

Bai Tong nodded, and Lavin left the cafeteria lightly and walked towards the school building.

Back in the room, Wen Qing found that Ji Junfeng's seat was empty.

As the class time got closer and closer, Ji Junfeng still didn't come back.

Wen frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and asked the classmates in the front row: "That classmate, have you seen Ji Junfeng?"

The smiling faces of the classmates in the front row changed instantly, and said disgustedly, "I don't know, who cares if he lives or dies."

Seeing his face change in person, Wen Qing was stunned, what happened to Ji Junfeng?

He asked, "Why?"

"Why else," the classmates in the front row turned their heads impatiently. Seeing what he said was Wen Qing, he explained perfunctorily, "Because he didn't enjoy God's gift in the morning, he deserves to be punished."

Wen Qing was dumbfounded: "I told the teacher why."

His classmates asked him strangely: "Is there any necessary connection between him being unwell and not coming to the cafeteria?"

"If it were me, I would have to climb to the cafeteria."

Wen Qing opened her mouth and realized that she couldn't make sense with him, so she said dryly, "Thank you."

The classmate laughed and said, "You're welcome."

"But you'd better stay away from Ji Junfeng, he is..."

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped talking.

Wen Qing hurriedly asked, "What is he?"

The classmate shook his head and said covertly, "It's nothing, nothing."

"Anyway, it's good for you to ignore him, and it's good for yourself."

Wen Qing still wanted to ask, but the classmate glanced at the mouth and quickly turned around and sat down.

He tilted his head, and Teacher Sun stood in the mouth at some point.

"Mr. Chen has something to do this morning, so I will come to the prayer class."

Teacher Sun walked to the podium and said to the crowd, "Turn to a page."

"Let's go over it again."

Wen Qing opened it and read to everyone: "The god of love and desire was born in the white spray splashed with blood thrown into the water, desire—"

He stopped suddenly, opened his eyes wide, and couldn't believe the name in the textbook.

Want, want to punish?!