Wen raised his head slightly and looked into Jiang Yan's eyes.

Well, he didn't think about it.

Jiang Yan's words just now meant literally.

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then squeezed out two words: "No."

Jiang Yan squinted his eyes, his eye makeup was picked up, and the look of squinting his eyes to look at people perfectly interprets the words "believe and doubt".

Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red: "Really not!"

He didn't understand why Jiang Yan could think in that direction.

Wen Qing said immediately, "he just cut my nails."

After he finished speaking, he raised his two hands and bent his fingertips into the shape of claws, so that Jiang Yan could clearly see that his nails had been trimmed.

He wanted Jiang Yan to focus on his hands, but Jiang Yan's attention couldn't help but focus on his actions.

The two paws are placed on the cheeks, which is very cute.

Jiang Yan felt a little itchy.

Wen Qing blinked and emphasized: "He only cut my nails."

"Fu Ranxiu may be interested in manicures."

Jiang Yan: "..."

"Um?"

Wen Qing thought for a while and explained, "His service is very attentive."

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and stared at his hand.

The back of the hand is covered with light blue veins, the fingers are white and slender, and the fingernails are pink and tender, which looks very healthy and is also very suitable for holding in the palm of the hand.

"What's the thoughtful method?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, held out his hand, put it in front of Wen Qing, and said without changing his face, "You demonstrate it with my hand."

Wen Qing: ""

"Men and women don't give and receive."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "What about the man?"

Wen Qing was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "It's normal for boys to have physical contact."

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Then I'm a man."

Wen Qing was silent again.

Jiang Yan's red lips twitched, and he said with a smile, "Don't you believe it?"

"Want to take a look?"

Wen Qing had nothing to say, and dryly squeezed out three words: "No need."

Afraid that Jiang Yan would say something else, he hurriedly said, "I'll tell you about it again."

Jiang Yan stopped teasing him, responded and motioned for Wen Qing to continue.

Wen Qing said, "He just stared at my hand for a while, and then..."

He recalled Fu Ranxiu's expression and actions at the time, but couldn't think of the right words for a while, so he had to say, "Then he grabbed my hand, um... cut his nails."

"I sharpened it with a tool after cutting," Wen Qing's fingers seemed to feel Fu Ranxiu's scorching gaze again, he couldn't help rubbing against his trouser legs, wiping off the non-existent feeling, and continued, "Finally, He even wiped my hands with wet wipes."

The process is a bit simple to describe, and Wen Qing added: "wipe it with one finger and one finger."

After speaking, he felt something was wrong.

Obviously he didn't trim all his nails, but Fu Ranxiu wiped his hands very carefully.

Wen Qing raised her eyes and asked Jiang Yan blankly, "Isn't this process when you do manicures?"

Jiang Yan has never done a manicure, so he doesn't know the specific process, but this does not affect his answer to Wen Qing's question at all.

Jiang Yan said firmly: "No."

"Fu Ranxiu's purpose is not to cut his nails."

"It's your hand."

Wen Qing was startled, thinking that Fu Ranxiu often looked at his hand.

He lowered his voice and asked nervously, "Is he the kind of pervert who likes to collect his hands?"

Jiang Yan lowered his head, looked at Wen Qing's clear eyes, and smiled helplessly.

Wen Qing didn't understand what the laughter meant, and asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Yan snorted and blinked at Wen Qing: "He's not a pervert who likes to collect hands."

"He's a pervert who likes hands."

Wen Qing understood the difference between the two words.

Fu Ranxiu actually! It's a hand control!

So keep staring at his hand.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and couldn't help but wonder, is it because of his hand that he has a dormitory and doesn't bully him?

wrong……

Yesterday afternoon, Fu Ranxiu first asked him, "Are you healthy?"

Then arrange a bedroom with him.

And the specialty on the identity card is also frail...

Wen Qing lowered his head, lost in thought.

He thought about it for a while, but didn't figure it out.

After returning to his senses, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure not far away, Wen Qing tilted his head to look over, and saw Fu Ranxiu standing under the tree, suddenly turned around and left the playground.

The next second, the get out of class bell rang.

"Let's go." Jiang Yan said.

Wen nodded lightly and followed him back to the classroom.

Fu Ranxiu walked far ahead of them, and quickly walked around the corner, disappearing from sight.

Manual control...

Wen Qing raised her hand and glanced at her nails, but it was a pity that the nails grew too slowly.

Otherwise, a nail cut could let Fu Ranxiu do a favor.

He didn't lose at all.

Jiang Yan glanced at his movements, guessed what Wen Qing was thinking, and chuckled, "Aren't you afraid of him?"

Wen nodded lightly and said the truth: "I'm afraid."

"But I can hold back if I cut my nails."

Jiang Yan chuckled and couldn't help pinching his cheek: "For someone like Fu Ranxiu, cutting his nails won't satisfy him in the next deal."

"At least touch it."

Wen Qing blinked and touched his hand to get Fu Ranxiu to help... It wouldn't be a big loss, right?

Jiang Yan's fingertips slid across Wen Qing's cheeks and landed on his shoulders, pinching suggestively, "It's not the kind of touch you want."

"No matter what, you have to touch and play, right?"

Wen Qing now understood that Jiang Yan's touch was not a simple touch. He blushed slightly, not wanting to continue this topic with Jiang Yan, and walked forward quickly.

Jiang Yan's legs were much longer than his, so he caught up with him in two or three steps, leaned close to his ear, and said with a smile, "Let my sister touch it, and my sister may help you too."

"Sister is better than brother."

Wen Qing's face turned even redder, he pretended not to hear Jiang Yan's words, and walked to the classroom without looking back.

…………

Several afternoon classes are also self-study classes.

Perhaps it was because everyone saw Zhang Yang's embarrassment today. The classroom in the afternoon was very calm, and no one targeted the transfer students. Fangfang, Wang Feng and others were all laughing and laughing with their classmates, and they didn't even look at Zhang Yang much. A look at Xu Yuan.

In the self-study class, Wen Qing held her cheeks and stared at Fu Ranxiu's back while writing and drawing on the scratch paper, thinking about what questions to ask and what she could do after using the "victim halo" on Fu Ranxiu.

The "Victim Halo" only took effect for five minutes, so he had to sort it out in advance.

1. Is the improvement in the grades of a class of students related to bullying transfer students?

2. Did you do any sacrificial ceremony?

3. How to cancel?

…………

Wen Qing stared at the third question, pondered for a while, and then added a sentence "If possible, let Fu Ranxiu end this."

Wen Qing spent the whole afternoon on this matter.

After all, the cooldown of Victim Aura is a week, so use it early to cool it down.

After dinner in the evening, Jiang Yan went straight back to the women's bed to sleep.

Wen Qing hesitated for a while and decided to go back to the bedroom first.

Passing by 406, the bedroom door was not closed, and Zhang Yang could be seen sleeping soundly on the bed.

Wen Qing didn't bother him and went back to 401 directly.

He pushed open the door, and saw Fu Ranxiu sitting on a chair, half-closed eyes, flipping through the book in his hand.

Hearing the movement at the door, Fu Ranxiu glanced at him and quickly retracted his gaze.

Wen Qing paused, put his hands in his trouser pockets silently, and walked to his desk pretending to be natural.

Just as he walked behind Fu Ranxiu, an indifferent voice sounded in his ears: "You moved my table."

It's not a question, it's an affirmation.