Wen Qing was stunned, then turned to look at Zhang Yang: "Huh?"

Zhang Yang patted his chest and vowed: "It must be like this, otherwise what else could be the reason?"

Wen Qing stopped and looked back at Song Xuan who was not far away.

As soon as he stopped, Song Xuan also stopped.

Song Xuan stood under the tree, his sleeves rolled up casually, and with a hint of impatience between his brows, he casually kicked the pebbles beside his feet.

The next second, Song Xuan lifted his eyelids and looked straight at him.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and Song Xuan's expression moved slightly when he noticed that he was staring at him.

Wen Qing couldn't understand his change, but he could see that the anger in Song Xuan's eyebrows had clearly dissipated a lot.

He was muttering in his heart, originally he just thought Song Xuan was crazy.

But now hearing Zhang Yang's words, Wen Qing began to have some doubts.

He whispered to Zhang Yang, "Could he be afraid of me?"

So that's why you listen?

Hearing this, Zhang Yang shook his head: "Definitely not."

"Why do I still follow you if I'm afraid of your words, and can't run far away?"

"It's obviously..." Zhang Yang looked back at Song Xuan, felt the fiery eyes in his eyes, and said firmly, "This must have recognized you as a big brother."

"I know."

Wen Qing looked at Zhang Yang's assertive appearance and nodded suspiciously.

Soon, the two left the path and walked into the teaching building of the third year of high school.

As soon as I walked into the lobby on the first floor, I heard someone shouting, "Brother Song."

Wen Qing glanced around, and saw Huang Mao and the others running towards Song Xuan, nodded and shouted:

"Good morning, Brother Song."

"Good morning, Brother Song."

…………

Song Xuan frowned, and said coldly, "What stinks on your body?"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to smell it, and immediately said, "This is the smell of perfume."

"Now the most popular men's perfume, what is it called, what is the cedar scent, it is said that it is the standard for male protagonists."

Song Xuan glanced at him coldly: "Go away."

"stinky."

After speaking, Song Xuan walked straight forward.

Huang Mao and the others stood on the spot, you heard me, I heard you, and continued to walk after a long distance from Song Xuan, very obedient.

Seeing this familiar scene, Wen Qing was silent.

Does Song Xuan really recognize him as the eldest brother?

Beaten so hard?

Wen Qing flexed his fingers, thinking to himself, why not just slap...

Went up to the fourth floor with Zhang Yang, and saw Jiang Yan leaning against the railing, smoking again.

He squinted his eyes and looked a little sleepy, as if he was smoking to boost his spirits.

Seeing Wen Qing and Zhang Yang coming, he waved to them.

Wen Qing stepped forward, Jiang Yan exhaled a ring of smoke, and his voice was sleepy: "Xu Yuan and Chen Jing went to the toilet together."

"Let's talk first."

"It was Christmas Eve last night, and nothing happened."

Wen Qing said, "So are we."

Jiang Yan responded lazily and said in a toned tone, "I also used some props."

"It's useless for roommates," she said, and she paused. "To be precise, it's useless for students in one class, but it's okay for students in other classes."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, is it useless to a class of students?

Zhang Yang wondered: "Why is it okay to Song Xuan?"

"Is there something wrong with this guy? It's really strange that he is the only one who doesn't live on campus."

Zhang Yang looked downstairs sideways, Song Xuan was standing at the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, leaning lazily against the wall, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, playing in an open and fair manner.

Jiang Yan followed his gaze, squinted his eyes, and shouted casually, "Song Xuan."

When the words fell, Song Xuan raised his head and looked at Wen Qing.

After realizing that Wen Qing was not calling him, he glanced at Zhang Yang and Jiang Yan beside him, and withdrew his gaze blankly.

Jiang Yan lightly lit the butt of the cigarette with his fingertips, shook off the ash, lowered his eyes and took a breath, and said lazily, "I can't use it."

"It's not Song Xuan's problem."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Wen Qing: "Maybe we Wen Meng are more painful."

Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she quickly asked, "Could it be an item level issue?"

Jiang Yan shook his head: "No, all the props will not work."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Zhang Yang was a little stunned, and asked Wen Qing in a low voice, "What happened at that time?"

then……

Wen Qing's cheeks turned even redder, and she said vaguely, "I'll use it while he's not paying attention."

"It shouldn't be for this reason," Zhang Yang glanced down and muttered in a low voice, "This guy was obviously unprepared just now."

"Wen Meng, think about something else."

Wen Qing thought about it and thought about it, but there was only a special point like a kiss.

Jiang Yan leaned slantingly against the railing, admiring Wen Qing's face, every inch of her face was red, dyeing her auricles red.

He exhaled the smoke ring, extinguished the smoke, and said, "It's not related to the scene."

"It's about people."

Jiang Yan explained slowly: "The biggest difference between a class of students and other students is that they can improve their grades by bullying transfer students."

"It's some unknown force, it's their malice towards us."

"If nothing else, they can't use props on them because they are malicious to us."

Wen Qing stared blankly at Jiang Yan.

The analysis makes sense, but does this mean that Song Xuan has no ill will towards him?

He didn't ask his doubts, but Jiang Yan could see it.

Jiang Yan raised his hand and pinched Wen Qing's face, and said with a smile, "That's why we Wen Meng are hurting people."

Song Xuan did not disturb their chat, but would glance up from time to time.

After seeing a woman move his hands and feet on Wen Qing, his face sank, and he lifted his feet upstairs.

Song Xuan looked at Jiang Yan, raised his chin, his eyes were fierce: "Hello."

"Where are you touching?"

Jiang Yan chuckled: "Can you handle it?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yang hurriedly pestled Wen Qing's arm, lowered his voice and said, "Hurry up and take care of your little brother."

Wen Qing frowned and looked at Song Xuan: "You go back to the classroom."

"Don't disturb us."

Song Xuan stinks: "She touched your face."

Wen Qing: "Don't worry about it."

"You go back to the classroom."

Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's expression, and after a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his face, he glanced at Jiang Yan and turned his head towards the classroom.

When Huang Mao and the others were going upstairs, they encountered this scene.

Several people looked at Wen Qing, and then looked at Song Xuan's back, uttered a few words of national quintessence in a low voice, and quickly followed.

Huang Mao rushed to Song Xuan's side in a single step, and stammered, "Song, Song Ge, what's going on?"

Song Xuan glanced at him and said lightly, "Go back to the classroom."

"No," Huang Mao said quickly, "what are you doing back in the classroom?"

"Why do you listen to that transfer student?"

Song Xuan kicked him and asked, "What the hell can I do back in the classroom?"

Huang Mao was kicked and staggered, and said tentatively, "Sleep?"

"Are you tired?"

Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm too lazy to talk to you."

"Leave far away."

…………

On the other side, Zhang Yang tutted his tongue in admiration and said, "Song Xuan is really a loyal little brother."

"Swear to the death to defend the chastity of the elder brother."

Wen Qing was silent.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, watching Song Xuan obediently walk back to the classroom, and raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"

Zhang Yang immediately explained: "After Wen Meng used the props on Song Xuan, Wen Meng beat him up."

"Don't you recognize him as a big brother?"

"Big brother?" Jiang Yan chuckled and looked at Wen Qing's lips thoughtfully, "He doesn't look like an honest person who just takes a beating."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang looked at Wen Qing in surprise: "I didn't expect you to look thin and weak, and it's quite hard to beat people. One beat is worth more than one beat."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Wen Qing: "..."

After chatting for a while, Xu Yuan and Chen Jing came back.

Share information and ideas with each other.

"It is now determined that Fu Ranxiu is the manipulator, what will be the next step?"

Zhang Yang suggested: "Everyone who has props will find a chance to use them on him."

"If Jiang Yan's analysis just now is correct, we can find out who he is not malicious to, and then think of a way."

"Row."

"it is good."

After another ten minutes of discussion, the five of them walked to the classroom before the morning self-study began.

Wen Qing and Jiang Yan walked at the end of the team.

As soon as he walked to the door of the classroom, Jiang Yan noticed Song Xuan looking over and looked straight at Wen Qing.

He narrowed his eyes and grabbed Wen Qing.

Jiang Yan leaned into Wen Qing's ear and said with a smile, "Wen Meng."

His breath spit in his ears, and there was a burst of itchiness.

Wen Qing tilted her head to avoid Jiang Yan's breathing, her cheeks flushed slightly, and asked, "What?"

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, stared at his open and closed lips, and said slowly, "I want to be your little brother too."

Wen Qing looked blank and didn't understand what Jiang Yan meant: "What little brother?"

Jiang Yan blinked and said, "I want to be your little brother just like Song Xuan."

Wen Qing: "...you're a girl."

Jiang Yan snorted: "Then I will be your little sister."

Wen Qing: "..."

What is this mess?

He couldn't help asking, "Why did you suddenly mention this?"

Jiang Yan's fingertips tickled his hair lightly, with a smile on his face: "The price of becoming a younger brother is too tempting."

"I want too."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qing heard Song Xuan's voice from the side: "Hello."

Song Xuan took two steps forward, inserted between Jiang Yan and Wen Qing, separated the two, and said with a gloomy face:

"Wen Meng likes men."

Song Xuan looked Jiang Yan up and down, sneered, and added: "A man like me."

Wen Qing: "???"

Jiang Yan raised his red lips, looked at Song Xuan with a smile, and said in a timid tone: "It's a coincidence, I like men too."

"I and Wen Meng were born together."

Wen Qing: "???"