Wen Qing's footsteps stopped abruptly, her heart skipping a beat in fright.

He turned his head nervously and met Fu Ranxiu's eyes.

Fu Ranxiu's eyes were dark and bottomless, without any emotion, he just looked at him quietly, stating a fact.

Wen Qing clenched her palms and lowered her eyes, for fear of being seen the panic in her eyes.

How could Fu Ranxiu know that he touched it?

He clearly put everything back in place

"Wen Meng." Fu Ranxiu called out his name in an indifferent tone.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she said slowly, "I, I... wiped it."

"After cutting your nails, you didn't clean the table."

With that said, Wen Qing slowly straightened her waist, thinking to herself, this is a reasonable excuse.

Fu Ranxiu did not wipe the table, and his fingernails might accidentally splash on Fu Ranxiu's table.

Wen Qing raised her eyes cautiously and looked at Fu Ranxiu.

Fu Ranxiu stared at him and said slowly, "Wipe it again."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Fu Ranxiu raised his chin slightly, tapped the table with his fingertips, and repeated, "How did you wipe it back then? Now wipe it aside."

In order to dispel his suspicions, Wen lightly took out a tissue and began to wipe the table.

Start at the corners and rub little by little.

Fu Ranxiu closed his eyes halfway, watching the gentle and tender fingers sliding on the table, his fingertips pressed against the table, and his fingers curved into a beautiful arc.

The fingertips were oppressed, revealing a touch of pink and red, which made this hand more attractive.

Fu Ranxiu's fingers rubbed slowly on the tabletop, and the cold wooden tabletop slightly eased his dryness.

He stared at the gentle fingers, watching the other party pick up the angel sculpture, the white and slender fingers holding the dead white ornament.

Under the incandescent light, the skin is warm and delicate, with a healthy and fresh milky white, which is obviously different from the white of the sculpture.

Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips and pressed his fingertips against the table, as if he had touched the hand in the air.

Wen Qing used the fastest speed to demonstrate the procedure of wiping the table, and quickly said to Fu Ranxiu, "That's it."

Turning his head, he saw Fu Ranxiu staring straight at his hand.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she subconsciously turned her hands behind her back.

His heart was beating so fast, he couldn't help thinking, this fellow Fu Ranxiu must have deliberately asked him to clean the table, right? !

Wen Qing stammered to remind Fu Ranxiu, "Just, that's how I wiped it."

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids, glanced at the tissue he had left on the table, and said slowly, "Paper."

Wen Qing hurriedly stretched out her hand, threw the tissue into the trash can, pinched her palm, and said, "Then I'll throw out the trash."

Fu Ranxiu hummed lightly.

Wen Qing blinked, wondering if this meant believing or not?

The next second, Fu Ranxiu suddenly grabbed his hand.

Wen Qing's eyes widened, and she immediately shrugged. Unexpectedly, Fu Ranxiu looked thin, but his strength was abnormally strong. He couldn't struggle at all, but instead caused his wrist to hurt.

"Don't move." Fu Ranxiu said solemnly.

Of course Wen Qing ignored him and raised her other hand, wanting to hit someone, and then she saw Fu Ran Xiu caressing his fingers and gently breaking them apart.

"Don't pinch your hands." Fu Ranxiu said.

Wen Qing moved for a while, and following his gaze, he saw the teeth-like marks on his palm.

Fu Ranxiu: "Your habits are poor."

Feeling a little loosening on the wrist, Wen Qing immediately retracted her hand.

Fu Ranxiu didn't do anything else, the sudden behavior just now seemed to be just to keep him from pinching his palms.

Wen Qing quickly put her hands in her trouser pockets.

Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu said lightly, "I like your hands."

Wen Qing didn't speak, thought silently, he saw it.

Fu Ranxiu continued, "You should have a lot of questions."

Wen Qing was startled and looked up at him.

Fu Ranxiu stared at him quietly, his eyes slowly moved down and landed on his bare wrist.

He glanced at it and looked away.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and understood the sound of his words.

Fu Ranxiu was implying that he made a deal.

Wen Qing's mind immediately jumped out of Jiang Yan's nonsense.

His body froze, neither agreeing nor refusing, and said dryly, "I-I'm going to do the laundry."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the clothes he had changed yesterday and ran into the bathroom.

Wen Qing stood in front of the washstand and looked down at his hands.

It looks like an ordinary pair of hands.

He had never met a hand-controlled person before, and he didn't understand the psychology of these people and what their liking was like.

After thinking for a while, he asked 001 in his heart: [System, do you know manual control? 】

001: [I know. 】

Wen Qing tentatively asked: [Can you tell me the specific meaning? Like the drawbridge effect last time. 】

001: [Hand control refers to a complex that the opponent has a special favorite. 】

It's the same as saying it and not saying it.

Wen Qing asked again: [Is there an example of this complex? 】

For example, do you want to see, touch, or do something else?

001: [It varies from person to person. 】

Wen Qing snorted and turned her head to look at the door.

The door of the bathroom is made of wood, and the upper part is frosted, so you can't see the outside from the inside, and you can't see the inside from the outside.

Wen Qing retracted her gaze and wondered if Fu Ranxiu looked quite abstinent, would he just want to see his hands?

After washing clothes, Wen Qing walked out of the bathroom, Fu Ranxiu was no longer in the dormitory.

Wen Qing sat in his seat, looked at the clock hanging on the bedroom wall, and asked questions after simulating using the victim's halo.

He has a lot of questions, and I'm afraid it's too late.

The first round of simulation came down, and the timeout was three minutes.

Wen frowned slightly. He could adjust the speed of his speech, but he couldn't control the speed of Fu Ranxiu's speech.

Wen Qing held her cheeks, took out a pen and paper, and reorganized her words.

Halfway through writing, I suddenly remembered something, and quickly asked: [System, if I use Victim Halo and the five-minute effective time expires, will the other party feel abnormal? 】

If he did not complete the advanced quest after the expiration of the victim's halo, he would be miserable!

Wen Qing asked in detail: [Will you notice what I did to him? 】

001: [No. 】

001: [The other party will think that this is what he wants to do from his heart. 】

Wen let out a sigh of relief: [That's good. 】

Not long after, the bell rang for the evening study.

The dormitory building is still noisy, and most of the students are playing in the dormitory, which is more like a university dormitory than a high school dormitory.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was knocked.

"Boom thump-"

Wen Qing fingertips paused, walked to the door, and hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

"Me." Zhang Yang's voice came from outside the door.

Wen Qing quickly opened the door.

Zhang Yang yawned. Although he knew that the student from the first class should not be there, he still looked inside and asked, "Is your roommate not here?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Zhang Yang walked into 401 and closed the door.

He sat down on the empty chair and said directly to Wen Qing, "I met students from other classes when I went back to the dormitory in the afternoon."

"They're all pretty normal, and someone asked me if I wanted to go to the infirmary."

"I asked about the first class by the way," Zhang Yang paused and continued, "They said the same thing. The first class students not only have good grades, but also good people. They are also very united."

Wen Wei was slightly startled, nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that too."

He briefly recounted what happened in the textbook during the day with the students in Class 6.

After listening, Zhang Yang rubbed his chin and muttered, "These gangsters are really fucking good."

"I asked, and they said that in the past three years, there has been no bad news from the first grade to the third grade. There have been many students who have been transferred to the first class, and they have been transferred for a while and then left."

"But I have never heard of them bullying transfer students."

Wen Qing pursed her lips: "Did anyone tell you?"

Zhang Yang: "It's estimated that no one will believe it. Those gangsters pretend to be dogs."

Having said this, he couldn't help scolding his roommate for a while, and then continued: "By the way, I asked another thing."

"Don't you have a bad temper at the back desk, and there are the gang of hooligans in the classroom. They are all from their families with money, and they are different from the poor students recruited by other schools."

"One of them seems to be very famous when he was in junior high school. He is a famous school bully in this district. He fights all day long. After entering the first class, he is very calm."

"What's your name, Song?" Zhang Yang scratched his head and couldn't remember the person's name, "Anyway, the surname is Song."

Wen Qing asked, "Is it Song Xuan?"

"Yes, yes," Zhang Yang nodded again and again, "The Huang Maos are his little brothers, listen to him."

"Since they entered the first class in the first year of high school, they didn't bully people like they did in junior high school. Instead, they did a good job."

Zhang Yang: "Just today, they beat up a little pervert who peeked into the girls' dormitory and stole clothes, and sent him to the infirmary after the beating. When I went back to the dormitory in the afternoon, I happened to bump into the pervert's parents to pack up, it seems To drop out."

Wen Qing was stunned, so there was really something wrong with the person Song Xuan and Huang Mao beat up.

He couldn't help but ask, "Is it because that person bullied a class of girls? Or is it because that person has a problem?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I didn't know how many people I asked, but I only said that many girls were victimized."

"But why did these hooligans change sex after entering high school? It's just too weird."

Wen Qing was curious: "Did you ask?"

"I asked, they said it was like this once I entered high school," Zhang Yang pondered for a while and asked, "Could it be that the monitor did something?"

With that said, he looked at the table and chair beside him and asked Wen Qing, "Did you turn over his things?"

Wen Qing nodded slowly: "There is nothing unusual on the table, nothing else."

Zhang Yang stood up and walked quickly to a wardrobe: "Is this the monitor's?"

Wen nodded lightly and said quickly, "He can tell that someone has touched his things."

"So vigilant?" Zhang Yang frowned, opened the closet, didn't rummage, just glanced.

There are several sets of school uniforms, underwear, socks, etc. in it, there are not many things, and you can see everything.

Zhang Yang closed the closet door and glanced at the bed again. It was neat and tidy, and nothing could be seen from the surface.

He turned his head and asked Wen Qing, "did you feel anything wrong in this room?"

Wen Qing shook her head honestly: "Not so far."

Zhang Yang sighed; "Then we can only look at it again."

"Tonight the 406 gang of Gui Sun don't know if they will cause trouble. You also need to be careful with the squad leader."

Wen responded lightly.

After discussing for another hour, the two of them had no clue except for a group of students targeting transfer students.

Zhang Yang ate a meal and went back to his bedroom to catch up on sleep, worried that he would not be able to sleep well at night.

Wen Qing didn't think much about it, because of Zhang Yang's words, she went to bed for a while after washing up.

After a while, heard footsteps in a daze.

someone is coming.

Wen Qing woke up instantly, sat up suddenly, and stared blankly at the person standing beside the bed.

It was Fu Ranxiu.

He looked like he had just taken a shower, his body was soaked with water vapor, his black hair was wet, the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose were also stained with a little water mist, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and there was a trace of abstinence.

Aware of Wen Qing's gaze, he turned his head indifferently, saw Wen Qing staring straight at him, and said, "Have you thought about it?"

Wen Qing's mind was still a little dull, and she blurted out, "What do you want to do?"

Fu Ranxiu said calmly, "Fair deal."

"What do you want to know?"

Hearing Fu Ranxiu's icy voice, Wen Qing's mind slowly turned.

He thought about it and asked tentatively, "Why do you bully transfer students?"

Fu Ranxiu's expression remained unchanged, as if he had guessed that he would ask this question.

He raised his eyelids and said the transaction content directly: "Touch me."