Wen Qing stared blankly at Jiang Yan, and when he saw his gaze fell on his lips, he slowly reacted.

Jiang Yan should have seen that he had been kissed.

So put lip balm on myself, so I said these words.

Wen Qing's cheeks turned red, and he opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to speak, but the tip of his tongue accidentally touched Jiang Yan's finger.

Wen Qing's face turned even redder, she hurriedly turned to the side, avoiding Jiang Yan's hand, and stammered her apology: "Yes, sorry..."

Jiang Yan lowered his head, looked at the wet and hot fingertips, and took a breath.

As if the touch just now remained on his finger, he couldn't help but imagine the feeling of a real kiss.

Jiang Yan lifted his eyelids and looked at Wen Qing's lips.

The ointment has turned into water, covering his lips with a thin layer, the water is shining, the lips seem to be protected, and they seem to be water stains after being kissed.

Probably not used to lipstick, Wen Qing pursed her lips, the corners of her lips also glowed with a touch of luster, inexplicably a little astringent.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, bent his fingertips, and said to Wen Qing, "This is a prop."

"It can heal wounds."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, his lips and teeth were filled with the fragrance of fruit, he resisted the urge to lick his lips, and responded in a low voice.

No wonder he felt cold, he thought to himself.

Seeing that he believed it, Jiang Yan chuckled lightly: "It's slower to absorb it on its own, there is a faster way."

Wen Qing had no doubts and asked curiously, "What method?"

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Find someone to kiss."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, but still did not doubt Jiang Yan's words.

With the urine nature of his own props, let alone a kiss, even if he did, he would not doubt it.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said slowly, "I'm fine, just wait until I absorb it."

He asked with a serious face, Jiang Yan couldn't hold back, and laughed lowly.

Seeing this, Wen Qing asked in hindsight, "Are you lying to me?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yan frowned with a smile, his hands resting lazily on the flower bed.

He leaned back, his toes dangling little by little, and said bluntly, "Would you like to kiss me?"

"It's boring to kiss men all the time."

"You can kiss a girl to get rid of boredom."

Wen Qing: "...No, no need."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "I'm very good at kissing."

"The mouth is fragrant and sweet."

""

Wen Qing: "That's not necessary."

Jiang Yan: "I still have 36d."

"You can kiss and touch."

Wen Qing: "..."

He doesn't want to talk anymore.

Wen Qing wanted to leave, but after touching the phone in her pocket, she stopped and turned to look at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan looked at him with a smile: "Have you changed your mind?"

"No," Wen Qing took out the cell phone in his pocket and put it under Jiang Yan's eyes, "I stole Song Xuan's cell phone."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Then what?"

Wen asked slowly, "Are you going to use it?"

Jiang Yan laughed: "No need."

He asked back, "Do you want to call?"

Wen Qing was stunned, not expecting Jiang Yan to be able to guess this.

Jiang Yan said lazily: "This is not our real world, so don't have high expectations."

"Go, I'll give you a look."

Wen Qing didn't explain that he didn't want to call someone in the real world, thanked him, walked to another corner, and found the phone number of Xing Ze's branch according to the address.

Wen Qing nervously took a deep breath and dialed the phone.

"Beep-beep-"

Soon, the call was connected, and a sweet female voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is..."

Before waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Wen Qing asked anxiously, "Hello, may I ask if there is a policeman named Xing Ze in your place?"

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned, obviously not expecting Wen Qing to ask this question.

"Punishment?"

Wen Qing responded and said, "Punishment is the punishment of punishment, and choice is the choice of choice."

"Sorry sir, I can't provide you with police-related information, please don't interfere with official business."

Wen Qing didn't expect this answer, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, pay attention next time."

The policewoman on the other end of the phone hung up, turned her head and asked her colleague, "Do we have a policeman here called Xing Ze?"

"Someone actually called to find someone."

"No," the colleague shook his head, and after seeing the man walking towards them from the corner of his eye, he patted the policewoman on the shoulder, "Squad!"

"The punishment team is called Xing Ze!"

"It's just that he was promoted three years ago and is no longer here with us."

Hearing the long-lost name, the man stopped and looked at them.

The policewoman quickly told the truth: "A boy called you just now."

Xing Ze raised his eyes: "Who?"

The policewoman shook her head: "I don't know, it's a boy, his voice sounds quite young."

"The number is 182xxxxxxxx."

…………

the other side

Wen Qing and Jiang Yan returned to the classroom, half of the morning self-study had passed.

Almost all the students were studying hard, except for the player and Song Xuan.

Song Xuan swayed his chair in a sloppy manner, his eyes swept down from Wen Qing's hair inch by inch, and looked carefully over and over.

Waiting for the temperature to take a seat, he leaned in and sniffed the smell.

Almost no fragrance.

Song Xuan grunted reluctantly and opened the textbook casually.

Song Xuan didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and Wen Qing ignored him, staring at the back of Fu Ranxiu's head, full of hide-and-seek games.

Fu Ranxiu is a kind-hearted person, why did he organize this kind of game?

The reason for the better grades of a class of students is that they bullied the transfer students.

While thinking wildly, Wen Qing looked at the students in the first class.

Compared with a few days ago, their expressions were very excited today, and their voices seemed to be a lot louder.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, her nerves gradually tense.

From morning to night, nothing happened.

At half past five in the afternoon, the school bell rang.

The entire teaching building instantly boiled, shaking slightly like an earthquake, and screams, the rubbing of tables and chairs, and laughter resounded throughout the building.

A class of students sat in their seats and chatted happily: "The money will be paid after the mock test next week."

"I have a set of books I would love to buy."

"I still owe Brother Huang milk."

"This time the bonus is much higher than last year's, and I must take it."

…………

The students from the second class next door rushed out of the classroom, and when passing by the first class, they smiled and greeted the students sitting at the door.

No students left the classroom, and the players didn't dare to move. Everyone sat in their seats and watched the time pass by.

When the classrooms were quiet, Fu Ranxiu got up and walked to the podium.

He said indifferently: "Hide-and-seek time on weekends, from 10pm on Friday to 10pm on Sunday."

Wen Qing pinched her palm nervously.

"During this period, everyone is prohibited from leaving the school. If you leave, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Wen Qing held her breath, warning the players.

"The school area is too large, and every four hours, the broadcast will notify you to narrow down the game."

"The transfer student is in charge of hiding, and the others are in charge," Fu Ranxiu said after a pause, lifting his eyelids, and said lightly, "Once the transfer student is found, maybe nothing will happen, maybe everything will happen."

Wen Qing was already mentally prepared, but her face turned pale when she heard Fu Ranxiu's cold words.

Before the students on the same floor had finished walking, a few scattered students passed by, looked inside curiously, caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu speaking, and began to talk curiously:

"Are they preparing for the mock exam?"

"No, it seems to be playing a game."

"Don't the first class have to play every weekend? It's a combination of work and rest."

"As expected of a scholar."

…………

Fu Ranxiu glanced at the passing students and said to everyone, "Be sure to abide by the rules of the game, and wish everyone a happy game."

The voice fell, and the students in a class were excited:

"I'll be the first to find it this time."

"Fangfang, let's form a team, I feel Xu Yuan is quite weak."

"Hahaha, okay, Xu Yuan's skin is fair, and it's easy to have marks."

"Wang Feng, where's your roommate?"

They do not shy away from players and speak freely.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, her eyelashes trembled, and she felt the eyes of many people falling on her.

He looks pretty weak after all.

Fu Ranxiu said lightly, "Four more hours."

"You can start preparing in advance."

The next second, the students in the first class suddenly stood up.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, and immediately saw Zhang Yang being held down by four or five people including Wang Feng.

Zhang Yang wanted to struggle, but there were so many people that he couldn't move at all, and soon a black anklet appeared on his feet.

Then Xu Yuan and Chen Jing.

Because Wen Qing said about the anklet, and Zhang Yang was the first to wear it, they were not overly surprised, just because they were pushed down by so many people, their expressions were a little horrified.

A group of students looked at their panicked expressions with joy on their faces. They didn't do anything else, as if they knew that even if they didn't do anything, they would be afraid.

Only Jiang Yan looked as usual, dangling his feet, and said to the girl who was wearing an ankle ring, "It's too tight, loosen it up a bit."

"It's too loose, just a little tighter."

"Would you?"

"There won't be someone else, little sister."

Wen Qing was watching, and the next second, Song Xuan blocked his sight, still holding the furry ankle ring in his hand.

Song Xuan sat on the empty chair beside him, bent over to grab his ankle, and put Wen Qing's foot on his lap.

His hands were big and hot, and there was an indescribable feeling on his ankles.

Wen Qing couldn't help shrinking her feet and said to Song Xuan, "I can do it myself."

Song Xuan put the ankle ring on him and adjusted the tightness.

He raised his eyelids and stared straight at Wen Qing with his long and narrow eyes: "I'll be the first to find you."