Of course Wen Qing didn't look at Song Xuan, he turned his head and turned to face Song Xuan, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

The voices outside the teaching building gradually faded away, the building was silent, and the sound reception in the toilet was exceptionally good, so that Wen Qing could clearly hear Song Xuan's heavy breathing, echoing in the narrow space.

Obviously not next to Song Xuan, the two were separated by a distance of one meter, but the other party's hot breath rushed towards his face, making his face red and his ears hot.

Wen Qing couldn't help but pursed her lips, and her body also felt warm.

How could someone just act and act by themselves, that's all...

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and caught a glimpse of Song Xuan's wheat-colored skin from the corner of the eye, blushing and urging: "You, you hurry up..."

The flames that Song Xuan finally calmed down a little were ignited by Wen Qing's sticky coquettish voice, and the flames burned even more vigorously.

His throat moved slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing turned his face to the side, his lips, cheeks, ear tips... all turned red, spreading down to his neck, the slender neck glowed a touch of pink, and his whole person seemed to be rosy, ripe, and tempting to pick.

Song Xuan pressed his tongue against his cheeks, unable to look away.

Wen Qing noticed his scorching gaze, grabbed the corner of his clothes unconsciously, and shouted, "Song Xuan...you, are you wearing it?"

Song Xuan replied in a low voice.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, tilted her head, and opened her eyes.

Not only was Song Xuan not dressed properly, but he was even more...

"you you……"

Liar!

Wen Qing was so ashamed that he turned around immediately, turned his back to Song Xuan, and stammered, "You, what's the matter with you?!"

Song Xuan looked at his back and said in a low voice, "You called my name."

Wen Qing said quickly, "I told you to hurry up!"

"If you talk again, I may not be able to bear it anymore." Song Xuan said.

The voice of this sentence was a bit more hoarse than the previous one, and the breathing was more heavy.

Wen Qing didn't dare to speak any more, grabbed the corner of her clothes and stared at the wall in a daze.

Song Xuan's gaze slowly moved up from Wen Qing's slender ankles, with straight legs and a raised butt, it was not difficult to imagine the scenery when these legs were wrapped around his waist.

He exhaled a hot breath and looked at Wen Qing's upper body.

The loose school uniform was put on Wen Qing's body, making his waist thinner, his back straight, and his neck dyed a little red... Even the back of his head was inexplicably cute.

Even if it is just a strand of hair, it can easily hook out the beast in the heart.

Song Xuan closed his eyes, stopped looking at Wen Qing, turned around and walked to the washstand outside, turning on the faucet.

Wen Qing was stunned when she heard the footsteps behind her, and then she heard the sound of water outside.

The toilet and washstand are separate, has Song Xuan gone out?

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then turned to look, Song Xuan had indeed walked out.

Are you ready?

As he thought about it, he went out. Just as he reached the door, Song Xuan's hoarse voice sounded outside: "If you come out."

"Going to be fucked."

Wen Qing's footsteps stopped suddenly, don't say anything, he didn't even dare to move, and stood obediently by the wall.

After a long time, the sound of water stopped, there was a rustling sound, and the belt buckle made a crisp sound.

Song Xuan stood at the door, his hair was wet and dripping with water. He casually brushed the strands of hair behind his head, revealing sharp eyebrows.

There was obviously a trace of dissatisfaction between the eyebrows, and Danfeng's eyes were dark and heavy, like a beast that was not full.

Wen Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but after meeting Song Xuan's eyes, her nerves became more tense, worried that Song Xuan would go crazy again.

Song Xuan walked up to him, lowered his head and sniffed the scent lingering in the air, and said slowly, "Wait until the game is over."

"Remember to reward me."

"Owner."

Song Xuan's breath carried warmth and brushed his cheeks.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she hurried out of the toilet.

He hurriedly left the teaching building, thinking, when the game is over, you will be rewarded for a new owner.

…………

On the edge of the teaching area is the dormitory area. The road from the three buildings to the dormitory building is neither long nor short.

Fortunately, didn't meet other students along the way, and ran into the dormitory without incident.

The dormitory building, like the teaching building, is quiet and silent.

There seems to be no one.

Song Xuan strode upstairs.

Wen Qing followed upstairs, just as he was about to say that he was going back to 401, when he looked at Song Xuan's direction, he found that he seemed to be going back to the dormitory too.

Wen Qing was a little puzzled, and asked in a low voice, "Did you plan to go back to the dormitory?"

Song Xuan responded and walked straight forward without explaining the reason.

Going to 401, Wen Qing pushed open the door directly, only to see Fu Ranxiu sitting inside with a laptop in front of him.

Wen Qing walked slowly, why was Fu Ranxiu in the dormitory?

Shouldn't it be in the radio studio?

He looked at Song Xuan nervously.

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, his face darkened, without any surprise, he seemed to know that Fu Ranxiu was in the dormitory.

He went into the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak, when she saw Song Xuan striding in front of Fu Ranxiu, kicking over another empty chair.

The chair was kicked hard against the wall, making a loud noise that made Wen Qing's eyelids jump.

Song Xuan was very angry.

Did you go back to the dormitory just to find Fu Ranxiu?

Wen Qing pursed her lips, feeling more and more that Song Xuan already understood what Fu Ranxiu had done.

He pinched his palm and looked carefully at Fu Ranxiu.

Fu Ranxiu's expression was indifferent, without any anger or dissatisfaction, like an emotionless robot.

He lowered his eyes, didn't even look at Song Xuan, just raised his hand and tapped lightly on the computer keyboard.

The next second, the broadcast sounded: "Exclude the third building of the teaching building."

Circled.

Wen Qing blinked and looked at the notebook on Fu Ranxiu's desk.

The computer screen shows the school's surveillance screen, the playground, teaching building, dormitory building, etc., are divided into several small screens.

Each small picture is static and dynamic, and several pictures with human figures are very eye-catching.

Wen Qing saw Jiang Yan in the surveillance at a glance. He was shuttled in the teaching building, and the people behind him couldn't catch up with him at all, and he was quickly thrown away.

Seeing that nothing happened to Jiang Yan, Wen Qing was relieved.

"Fu Ranxiu." Song Xuan said suddenly.

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes: "Did Ji Sheng make you do it?"

Hearing Ji Sheng's name, Fu Ranxiu's expression moved slightly, and he slowly raised his eyelids: "No."

"He just gave me an opportunity..."

One did not ask a clear question, and the other did not answer clearly, but everyone present understood the specific meaning.

Song Xuan's brows and eyes were ruthless, blue veins burst out on his forehead, and he scolded angrily: "Fu Ranxiu, your fucking brain is caught in the door?"

Hearing this, Fu Ranxiu glanced at Wen Qing lightly. He didn't shy away and said, "I'm doing the right thing."

He looked at Song Xuan, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he said calmly, "Song Xuan, you were born well, you can do whatever you want and do whatever you want."

"Other people are not, more people are ordinary people, and even many people just try their best to be ordinary people."

Song Xuan frowned: "What the hell are you talking about."

Fu Ranxiu continued: "Both Wang Feng's parents died, and there was only one grandmother in the family, who made a living by picking up scraps. Lin Fangfang's parents were both paralyzed and the other half-crippled. The family of three depended on the government's subsistence allowance to make ends meet. are similar to them."

"The school sets up a class, not only to provide them with food, clothing, housing, transportation and living expenses, but also to provide funds to settle their families. The only condition is grades."

"Once the score falls below the top 1,000 in the city, the contract will be voided."

Song Xuan was slightly startled. He knew that the family conditions of the people in the class were not good, but he did not expect it to be this level.

"Why don't you just tell me if you want money? Can your Fu family have no money to help so many people?"

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids: "Money can't solve everything."

"For them, reading good books and raising their IQ is their only chance to change their destiny."

Listening to Fu Ranxiu's words, Wen Qing stepped back nervously and leaned against the bedroom door.

"Fuck your motherfucker," Song Xuan scolded with a sullen face, "Is this the fucking right thing?"

"They don't have an innate advantage, and I provide an acquired opportunity," Fu Ranxiu raised his eyes and looked at Song Xuan: "I didn't force them, they were voluntary."

"It was they who handed over their names to me."

Wen Qing pinched his palm and keenly caught the key words.

name.

related to the name?

Fu Ranxiu closed the laptop and said, "As for you and Huang Yi, you act recklessly and should be punished."

Song Xuan sneered: "If you don't let us hit someone, it's called punishment?"

Fu Ranxiu said lightly, "You were minors back then. You were affected by hormones and deficiencies, so the punishment was not heavy."

Song Xuan clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms burst out: "Sounds high-sounding, don't let us fight, and let us spin students?"

Fu Ranxiu looked at Wen Qing and said calmly, "Transfer students are different."

"Not my race."

"It's the smallest sacrifice."

Wen Qing's heart sank for a while, listening to what he meant, Fu Ranxiu seemed to really know that they were players, not people from this world.

Fu Ranxiu looked at his slightly panicked appearance, and said slowly, "Maybe I haven't done enough."

"One class is just a pilot."

"Be careful next time."

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and now she fully understood what a kind-hearted pervert was.

To say that he is kind-hearted is very kind.

To say he's perverted is pretty perverted.

Fu Ranxiu retracted his gaze and glanced at Song Xuan.

He looked at Song Xuan's raised arm without changing his face: "You know the consequences of doing it."

"Don't worry, your father is taking his life now," Song Xuan sneered, instead of hitting Fu Ranxiu, he picked up the angel sculpture Fu Ranxiu put on the table.

"This is what Ji Sheng gave you."

Wen Qing held her breath nervously, her eyelashes trembled, was it all because of this ornament?

Is this ornament related to Ji Yu?

Fu Ranxiu looked at Song Xuan quietly, but still didn't move. He didn't fight, but asked, "Song Xuan, there are only three months left."

In the past three years, Song Xuan has not actively participated, but he has not rejected it, like a half outsider, playing from time to time.

"Why do you suddenly want to end early?" Fu Ranxiu asked.

Song Xuan grabbed the angel sculpture in his hand and sneered, "Because I want to beat you."

Hearing this, Fu Ranxiu slowly tilted his head and looked at Wen Qing.

His eyes were dark and he suddenly looked at him, so scared that he gently held the door handle, ready to run away at any time.

Fu Ranxiu said slowly, "The price of ending early is Wen Meng leaving?"

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at Fu Ranxiu in shock.

Now it is certain and certain that Fu Ranxiu knows that they are players.

He hurriedly asked the system in his heart: [This, why is this]

[Why did Fu Ranxiu, an aborigines, know about this? 】

001 was quiet for a moment, then said: [Fu Ranxiu is a very smart person. 】

"Song Xuan, do you still want to continue?" Fu Ranxiu asked lightly.

Wen Qing pinched his palm and looked at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan's face sank and his eyes narrowed: "What do you mean by leaving?"

Fu Ranxiu explained, "It's the same as the previous transfer students."

"They will leave, sooner or later."

"Song Xuan, do you want to let him go now?"

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he could answer for Song Xuan.

Won't.

Song Xuan, this mad dog, will not let him go.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, she pressed the door handle, and turned to run.

As soon as he opened the door, his toes were still on the ground, and he was hugged by a large hand and pulled back to the bedroom.

"Click-"

Song Xuan hugged his waist with one hand and closed the door with the other.

Wen Qing's body froze, and out of the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of Song Xuan putting the angel sculpture back on the table, and said:

"Fu Ranxiu."

"Why don't you keep such an important thing away?"