Wen Qing was still pondering what the limitations of the advanced tasks were, but didn't notice Jiang Yan's actions, and when he heard him say sweet, she took out all the chocolates in her pocket.

The chocolates are bought at will, in the flavors of Bai Qiao, Hei Qiao, Hazelnut, etc. Wen Qing picked out Hei Qiao and handed it to Jiang Yan: "Nah."

Jiang Yan lifted his eyelids and met Wen Qing's clear eyes.

He tilted his head, his cheeks were tender and delicate, and he said seriously: "This taste should not be sweet."

In an instant, Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled, "I didn't mean chocolate was sweet."

Wen Qing looked at him with a little doubt in his eyes.

Jiang Yan didn't explain. He held his chin and said slowly, "Actually, I have a terminal illness."

Wen Qing glanced at him and said slowly, "don't lie to me."

He has a long memory.

Jiang Yan blinked and said, "Otherwise, why would I come to this world?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little dazed: "Isn't it forced to pull in?"

"Of course not," Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and tapped the back of Wen Qing's hand, "Someone was forced to come in."

"Someone came in voluntarily." He then pointed to the tip of his nose.

"Only here can I have a chance to cure my terminal illness."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at him.

Jiang Yan had a smile on his lips, and his tone was casual, as if he was joking, and he seemed to be joking and saying something.

Seeing Jiang Yan curling his hair with his fingertips, Wen Qing was stunned, and a thought flashed in his mind.

Is it really terminally ill?

So the hair is short hair, not long hair?

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan's face again, he thought to himself, this face seemed to be a little pale.

So the usual heavy makeup is to hide the sick face?

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Is it a serious illness?"

Jiang Yan tapped the table with his fingertips and replied, "There is no rule in the real world."

Wen Qing flashed many rankings of advanced cancer in her mind. She didn't know what to say, so she could only comfort her in a low voice: "It will be cured."

Jiang Yan nodded, held his hand, and smiled with frowning eyes: "So can Mengmeng help me?"

Wen Qing bent his fingers, did not avoid Jiang Yan's touch, and asked lightly, "How can I help you?"

Jiang Yan leaned in front of him and pouted: "Just a kiss."

Wen Qing: "..."

He opened a piece of chocolate blankly and stuffed it into Jiang Yan's mouth again.

Shut up you.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Wen Qing moved for a while and tilted his head to look over.

The footsteps gradually approached, and without any hesitation, they stopped directly outside the door.

"Click-" the door opened.

Song Xuan strode into the office and closed the door.

He glanced at the state of Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, and seeing that there was nothing unusual between them, he withdrew his gaze, sat beside Wen Qing, and took out his mobile phone to read text messages.

Feeling that something was wrong with Song Xuan, Wen Qing glanced at him more.

Song Xuan half-closed his eyes, his brows were full of anger, and there was no previous calm at all.

Because of the season sound?

Song Xuan had just said half of his words, obviously thinking of something.

Ji Sheng, Fu Ranxiu

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, Song Xuan probably guessed it was because of Ji Sheng?

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Wen Qing and Jiang Yan looked at Song Xuan together.

"SMS." Song Xuan said, and opened the text message.

Huang Yi: [Brother Song, the monitor is in the dormitory and seems to be watching the monitor on the computer. 】

Song Xuan: [Where are the others? 】

Huang Yi: [They haven't gotten up yet. 】

Song Xuan: [You can let them start playing games. 】

Song Xuan: [I'm going to find Fu Ranxiu. 】

Huang Yi: [Good. 】

Wen Qing couldn't see Song Xuan's phone screen, but from his typing and the vibration of his phone, it seemed that he was chatting with someone else.

Like yellow hair?

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, and asked curiously, "Do the rules of the game allow you to connect with each other?"

Song Xuan put away his phone and explained patiently, "We just can't interfere with normal games."

"Like cheating on props."

After speaking, he glanced at Wen Qing's clothes and looked away.

Someone stole his mobile phone, and he retrieved the lost property as the owner, of course it wasn't cheating.

Looking down at the anklet, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, "Is it not cheating when you communicate with each other?"

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "This is just a normal communication between players."

communication between players

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, in this game of hide and seek.

Fu Ranxiu made the rules at the top.

All the students in a class are players, and the transfer students are players and playthings.

A word flashed in Wen Qing's mind: [Some gods want to play a simple game with humans. 】

Like these infinite dungeons, those gods and monsters are players, and other players such as him, Jiang Yan, etc. are both players and playthings.

Wen Qing thought indifferently.

Soon, the voices of giggling sounded outside the window.

"Hello?"

"Is anyone here?"

"Stop shouting, Building 5 was ruled out last night."

"I forgot hahaha."

"Go to the gym."

"I don't know what happened to Xu Yuan, hahaha."

…………

Jiang Yan got up, walked to the window, and looked out.

More than a dozen people passed by the building where they were in a mighty manner, and they didn't seem to want to come in, and went straight forward.

Jiang Yan said, "Go, go to the bedroom."

Wen Qing was thinking about how to tell Song Xuan.

As soon as he turned his head, Song Xuan didn't fight Jiang Yan and opened the door of the office directly.

"Walk."

The three went downstairs along the corridor closer to the bedroom area, and when they reached the first floor, they saw Xu Yuan panting against the wall.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was blue and black, and she had a lot of scratches on her body. She could smell the thick paint smell on her body from a distance, and she had obviously just run out of the gym.

After seeing Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, Xu Yuan stopped abruptly.

Jiang Yan glanced at her coldly and said to Wen Qing, "Let's go first."

Xu Yuan raised her head, looked at Jiang Yan and Wen Qing who were safe and sound, and looked at Song Xuan behind them, a trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Why?

Why are they both okay? Is there even aboriginal protection?

And you were stuck in the gym and couldn't open your eyes all night?

Xu Yuan gritted her teeth, looked at Jiang Yan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Yan, the two of you are in a group, so you don't care about the rest of us?"

Wen Qing frowned: "We have no obligation"

Before she finished speaking, Xu Yuan gritted her teeth: "I won't tell you any clues in the future!"

After speaking, she turned around and ran to the side of the road, and said loudly, "Jiang Yan and Wen Meng are here."

A shrill female voice runs through the school.

Jiang Yan's face sank, and he turned his eyes to the front.

The first class and the others did not go far, but after hearing Xu Yuan's voice, they all walked back.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Xuan.

Compared with Song Xuan, he was more able to attract the attention of a class of students.

Jiang Yan said coldly, "Take Wen Meng back to the bedroom."

"I'll be right there."

Wen Qing opened her mouth, but she didn't have time to say a word, only to see Jiang Yan running behind Xu Yuan at an extraordinary speed, picked up Xu Yuan's collar, and dragged her towards the three buildings.

"Go." Song Xuan said.

Wen Qing responded and followed Song Xuan away from another road.

Just as he was about to walk out of Building 3, Song Xuan suddenly stopped.

Wen Qing almost bumped into his back, and just stopped, Song Xuan turned around and suddenly carried him on his shoulders.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and almost cried out.

"you"

The next second, there were two more girls in school uniforms in front of him.

It's Fangfang and her roommate.

The two were panting, obviously running here to block the road.

After seeing Song Xuan, he shouted in surprise, "Song, Song Ge..."

"You, did you catch it?"

Song Xuan responded and continued to walk forward.

Fangfang glanced at Wen Qing, gave her roommate a wink, and the two followed behind Song Xuan together.

"Brother Song, are we together?"

Song Xuan paused and looked up and down the two girls: "Together?"

"What? You want to be fucked by me too?"

Fangfang and her roommate were stunned.

Wen Qing was also stunned.

Song Xuan didn't say much, carried Wen Qing, and walked quickly into the men's toilet.

He kicked the door hard and glanced out quietly.

still.

Song Xuan frowned, put Wen Qing on the ground, and silently mouthed: [Call out. 】

Wen Qing stood by the wall, and after a while, she realized what Song Xuan meant, and stammered, "No, no."

He was too nervous, so he didn't want to shout in two words, without any emotion.

Song Xuan was silent for a moment, raised his hand to undo the belt, and threw it to the door, deliberately letting the two outside the door see it.

He slightly raised his jaw and unbuttoned the buttons casually, revealing his smooth muscles. His wheat-colored skin was honey-colored under the dim light of the toilet, with astringent aura.

【continue. 】 Song Xuan said again.

Because of Song Xuan's behavior, Wen Qing was really nervous now, and stumblingly said, "Don't, don't be like this"

He shuddered, his tone lengthening involuntarily.

It does sound like being forced to others.

Fangfang looked at her roommate, a little hesitant.

She has absolutely no interest in this kind of thing.

Hearing the faint sound of water inside, the roommate blushed and said, "Let's go, don't disturb Brother Song."

"What if we go in, what happens to him."

"Let's find Xu Yuan."

The two looked at each other and left the door of the men's bathroom.

inside the toilet

Song Xuan lowered his voice and hummed from time to time.

Wen Qingzao's face was red and her ears were red, and she didn't dare to look directly at Song Xuan, and asked softly, "She, are they gone?"

Song Xuan hummed.

Wen Qing turned her head to look at him, then averted her eyes instantly, her ears turning red with shame.

"You, you put on your pants!"

Song Xuan leaned against the wall and licked the wound on his lips: "Look at me."

"I can't wear it yet."