After he finished speaking, Wen Qing was so dry that his palms were a little hot.

It's too embarrassing to call yourself a master or something.

Wen Qing didn't dare to look directly into Song Xuan's eyes, she looked away, and said with trembling eyelashes, "Wait another five minutes."

"If Jiang Yan doesn't come, let's go."

Song Xuan looked down at Wen Qing's hand.

Unlike before, this time, Wen Qing took the initiative to hold his hand, and her white and tender fingers grabbed the side of his hand, which was warm, soft and tender.

Obviously it was an extremely ordinary simple touch, but Song Xuan's mouth was dry, he flexed his fingers and held Wen Qing's hand instead.

Hold hands in five minutes.

He waits.

Song Xuan thought to himself that he could wait until Jiang Yan died.

Wen Qing didn't know what Song Xuan was thinking, but she was relieved to see him settle down.

He looked at the empty corridor and prayed that nothing happened to Jiang Yan.

At this moment, the teaching building is extraordinarily quiet. The leaves of the evergreen trees outside the building rustle, and the vibrations of the anklets are one after another.

Wen Qing looked down at the crazily vibrating anklet, and asked Song Xuan, "Can this really not be removed?"

Song Xuan replied: "We must abide by the rules of the game."

Wen Qing pursed her lips. The vibration frequency of the ankle ring had changed from a momentary vibration at the beginning to now vibrating every minute and every second, causing his ankles to be numb.

Coupled with the custom-made fluff of yellow hair, it has been rubbing against the skin, and there is an indescribable itching.

Wen Qing couldn't help but reached out and pulled the ankle ring.

Song Xuan adjusted the tightness just right, he tugged on this end, and the other end was tightly pressed against the skin, making it itchy.

Wen Qing had to give up.

Noticing his movements, Song Xuan frowned slightly: "Is it too tight?"

Wen Qing shook his head and said softly, "No."

"It's a little itchy."

Song Xuan stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and looked down at his ankle.

He rested his index finger on the ring, pressed down lightly, and glanced at the skin that was blocked.

I saw some red marks on the fair skin, and the slightly convex ankle bone was the darkest, with red dots.

Song Xuan turned his fingers to the side, and gently rubbed the red dot with the pulp of his fingers: "Is it itchy?"

Wen Qing hummed softly.

Song Xuan felt quite comfortable when he pressed his fingers.

"It should be allergic," Song Xuan frowned, directly tore off the flannel that the yellow hair had put on, and asked, "Now?"

The anklet was icy cold, it vibrated directly on the foot, rubbed against the skin, and relieved some of the itch a little.

Wen nodded lightly and habitually whispered thanks.

Song Xuan put away the flannel, glanced at the time, and said, "There is only one minute left."

Wen Qing didn't delay, got up and said, "Let's go."

The corridors of Buildings 4 and 5 are on the side of the classroom, very close, and it takes half a minute to walk there.

The two had just walked into the corridor of Building 4 when Fu Ranxiu's indifferent voice sounded on the radio: "Now exclude Building 5 of the teaching building."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, he originally thought that this shrinking circle was like a chicken-eating game. The scope gradually narrowed from large to large. Unexpectedly, Fu Ranxiu directly excluded a teaching building.

While muttering in my heart, suddenly, the ankle ring vibrated violently and made a beeping sound. The sound was not loud, but it was very obvious in the quiet teaching building.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Qing's right foot went numb, and she felt a weak current gushing out from her ankle.

Not a single moment, but a continuous flow of current.

Wen Qing's feet softened and he almost fell.

A second before he fell, Song Xuan stretched his arms around him and quickly walked away from the 5 buildings: "It's too close."

Wen Qing hummed, and the current sense of the foot ring became stronger and stronger.

It didn't hurt, but there was a strange tingling sensation, and his umm's voice changed its tune.

Wen Qing couldn't help groaning, her feet were tense, her voice trembled, and she said to Song Xuan, "Yes, there is electricity..."

His voice had a sticky nasal tone, Song Xuan paused, and looked down at the person in his arms.

Wen Qing obediently shrank in his arms, her eyes were slightly red, her lips were red and swollen, and she was panting slightly.

Song Xuan inevitably thought crooked, and his pace slowed down.

Noticing Song Xuan's daze, Wen Qing hurriedly pushed him and urged intermittently, "Go away, um... there's still electricity..."

After a few meters away from the 5 buildings, the anklet finally settled down.

Wen Qing let out a breath, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his hair was sticking tightly, his eyes were slightly moist, and his vision was a little blurry.

His upper body was hot and dry, and his right foot was numb and soft.

"No, no power"

Song Xuan's throat moved slightly: "I will use the one that has no electricity in the future."

Wen Qing raised her eyes and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a conversation downstairs.

"I think I heard a voice."

"Is there anyone up there?"

"It seems so, go and see."

…………

Song Xuan frowned slightly, hugged Wen Qing, and walked upstairs quickly.

Wen Qing didn't struggle, his legs were still a little weak, and he might not walk as fast as Song Xuan.

The movement from the corridor was slow, and the movements of the two were not fast.

Song Xuan quickly shuttled between the classroom and the office, but not a single door could be opened.

The sound of the violent opening is too loud, and the toilet is the focus of the investigation.

Song Xuan had no choice but to continue walking upstairs.

"No one seems to be there?"

"Did you hear it wrong?"

"Impossible, there may be someone, I'll go and see."

"Okay, then you can go by yourself, I'm going to buy a bottle of water."

…………

It was the voice of two girls, only one girl was still chasing after them.

Wen Qing raised her eyes to look at Song Xuan's profile.

He pursed his lips tightly, and there was a hint of anger and worry in his brows.

The anger is real, and the worry is real.

But there is only one girl, what is Song Xuan worried about?

Wen Qing clenched his palms, thinking that Song Xuan and Huang Mao, as former school bullies, were different from the other students in the class.

They got better.

Except for transfer students, they shouldn't be able to take any shots at ordinary students.

So only beat up students with problems.

So Song Xuan can only run with himself when facing other people.

In his daze, Song Xuan walked up to the Tiantai Gate.

Wen Qing was about to say that the door might be locked.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the rooftop door open.

Jiang Yan stood under the moonlight, leaning lazily against the door. Raised eyebrows.

After hearing the movement of the corridor approaching, Jiang Yan took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and motioned Song Xuan to hand over the person to him.

Song Xuan's hands tightened.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan made a mouth shape and said silently: [Come up. 】

Song Xuan lowered his face and put Wen Qing into his arms.

Jiang Yan instantly stepped back and returned to the rooftop.

At the same time, Song Xuan grabbed the door handle and closed the door.

"Da da da"

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Song Xuan pushed the door open.

The wooden door shook heavily.

Fangfang, who had just gone upstairs, looked at Song Xuan's figure and was stunned: "Song, Song Ge... So it's you."

"I thought it was a transfer student."

Song Xuan didn't speak, his face was cold, and he kicked the door hard again.

The door still didn't open.

Fangfang said quickly, "Brother Song, the rooftop doors are locked."

Song Xuan responded indifferently, turned around, and frowned when he saw Fangfang staring straight at him without any intention of leaving.

In order not to let Fangfang suspect, he had to go downstairs.

Seeing Song Xuan going downstairs, Fangfang did not go up to try to open the rooftop door, but also went downstairs and said to Song Xuan by the way, "Brother Huang said that Xu Yuan is in the gymnasium."

Song Xuan lifted his eyelids, looked at the rooftops with his eyes closed, and said expressionlessly, "I see."

the other side

Wen Qing nervously listened to the movement outside the door, looked at Jiang Yan who was holding her, and said silently: "You can let me down. 】

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on Wen's slightly swollen lips.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "I'm not as comfortable as Song Xuan's in my arms?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "No"

Jiang Yan added: "Why don't you hug it if it's comfortable?"

Wen Qing was a little confused and didn't understand his logic, and stammered, "I just hugged me when my feet were numb."

"It's all right now, and, and you're a girl"

And how could he let a girl hug him!

Wen Qing struggled again.

Jiang Yan didn't force him this time, he slowly released his hand and stared at Wen Qing's extra rosy tongue.

He could almost imagine how Song Xuan's mad dog hooked Wen Qing's tongue, and how it was smothered.

The corners of Jiang Yan's lips were hooked, but his expression was a little cold.

Xu Yuan...

The rooftop was too dark, and Wen Qing had just come from the bright light, so she did not adapt to the darkness here, and could not notice the change in Jiang Yan's expression.

He leaned over to the door and listened to the movement for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement, he said softly to Jiang Yan, "I seem to understand the advanced task a little bit."

Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled, restraining the coldness in his eyes, bending his lips to look at him with a smile: "Huh?"

Wen said in a low voice, "Those poor students in a class should be different from Song Xuan."

"The top-notch poor students need to vent their malice on the transfer students. Except for transfer students and bad guys, school tyrants like Song Xuan Huangmao should not be able to bully any ordinary classmates."

Jiang Yan responded lazily: "Only the world where transfer students are injured has been achieved."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and couldn't figure it out: "This is obviously done by Fu Ranxiu, but the props tell me that he is a good person."

Jiang Yan chuckled lightly: "Good man."

"Sacrificing a small number of people to preserve the interests of the vast majority."

"If you think about it, Fu Ranxiu is a good and unselfish person."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Jiang Yan tilted his head to look at him: "If you had to kill, would you choose to kill one great man or ten ordinary people?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said nothing.

Jiang Yan took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly exhaled the smoke ring: "That is to say, Fu Ranxiu has used some means, which not only improves the grades of poor students, allows them to change themselves, and satisfies their own wishes and the school's needs. The purpose, on the other hand, Song Xuan and the others want to have good grades, except to bully transfer students, they can't bully other people."

"And let everyone's grades get better, and let the school bullies stop."

Wen Qing understood a little.

There is no problem with their inference, but the system still has no prompt.

Seeing his doubts, Jiang Yan took a breath and said slowly, "There are two more questions."

"How did Fu Ranxiu do it?"

"Are there other conditions besides maliciousness towards transfer students?"

Wen Qing blinked, recalling the commonality of everyone in the first class, and quickly figured out the second question: "Do you need time to study?"

"They are very serious in class, they don't desert and race against time."

Jiang Yan shook the ash from his fingertips and nodded: "Now there is only one question left."

"Fu Ranxiu is an ordinary person, how did he do all this?"

"This is a strange copy, but so far, we have not encountered any ghosts, only people."