They Are Not Human! - Chapter 105

[Chapter 104 Dezhi Middle School 09]

Wen Qing was stunned.

The characters on the Chinese book were written crookedly, and the writers worked so hard that the strokes of many characters cut through the paper.

The edges were covered with dry yellow and brown stains, as if they had been smeared with malicious intent.

Wen Qing picked up the book and looked at the table, then looked at the drawer.

Neat and clean, only the book is worn and damaged.

It shouldn’t be someone who did it for him, but it has something to do with the original owner of this book.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and turned to the title page of the Chinese book, on which was written two words with graceful handwriting: Chen Jing.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. His math book was also written by Chen Jing.

He bent his fingers and wanted to take a look at the math book. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu at the front table, his body was on his side, and he didn’t dare to move.

After waiting for a while, Wen Qing didn’t wait for Fu Ranxiu to sit back,

hesitating for a moment, he raised his eyes cautiously.

Fu Ranxiu was not looking at him, but looking back, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were half-closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wen Qing followed his gaze to see that it was the seat of Huang Mao and others.

Song Xuan did not come back, nor did Huang Mao and the others.

Wen Qing’s eyelids jumped, a little nervous.

He didn’t know if he had successfully threatened Song Xuan.

Shouldn’t Song Xuan be discussing with Huang Mao and the others how to deal with him?

Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked 001 in her heart: [System, what do you think of my performance of threatening Song Xuan just now? ]

001: [Huh? 】

Wen Qing thought that 001 didn’t hear clearly, and said it again in detail: [That is… Didn’t I just beat Song Xuan and threaten him when he was down? 】

001: [Hmm…]

Wen Qing didn’t understand the connotation of the system’s dragging tail, and he asked: [Do you think I was fierce just now? ]

001 recalled the scene at that time: [It’s quite fierce. 】

Like a kitten scratching someone.

Wen Qing asked again: [Fierce or not? ]

001: [It’s cute. 】

Song Xuan almost xie early.

Wen Qing didn’t hear the difference in the tone of the two words clearly, and was slightly relieved when she heard the system’s affirmative answer.

Now that he has successfully threatened Song Xuan, he should be safe for the time being.

Song Xuan would definitely be afraid of him.

Just thinking about it, suddenly, the back door of the classroom was slammed on the door with a bang.

Wen Qing raised his eyes and saw Huang Mao and the others walking in.

They giggled and shoved each other and seemed to be in a good mood.

Wen Qing was about to look away, when Huang Mao looked at him.

Huang Mao’s footsteps stopped suddenly, and the smile on his face solidified.

He pushed another one-inch boy and walked straight over.

“That squad leader.” Huang Mao called Fu Ranxiu.

Wen Qing tapped her fingertips and pricked up her ears.

Huang Mao scratched his head and said to Fu Ranxiu hesitantly, “Brother Song went to the hospital.”

“Maybe I won’t be able to come back today.”

Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly: “Let him come back.”

Huang Mao hesitantly said, “Brother Song has already left. ”

He said that he was fatally injured, which affected the happiness of the rest of his life.”

Wen Qing, who was eavesdropping: “…”

Hearing this nonsense excuse, Fu Ranxiu’s face sank.

Seeing this, Huang Mao said quickly, “Monitor, anyway, according to Brother Song’s grades, even if you don’t study for a day, it won’t have a big impact.”

Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, stopped talking, and turned around to do it well.

Huang Mao swallowed nervously and hurried back to his seat.

Wen Qing was lying on the table, looking back through the gap in the stack of books.

Huang Mao’s expression was obvious, he was afraid of Fu Ranxiu.

The other students seemed to be a little afraid of Fu Ranxiu.

Moreover, Song Xuan still had to report to Fu Ranxiu when he asked for a day off?

It’s so strange…

Wen Qing couldn’t figure it out, the school tyrants he knew were similar to Song Xuan, they all went their own way, and it was impossible to report the schedule to the monitor.

Wen Qing blinked, and suddenly saw Fangfang walking to Huang Mao’s side and handing him a bottle of milk: “Thank you, Brother Huang.”

Huang Mao took the milk, her cheeks flushed, and said embarrassedly, “Thank you.”

“Brothers will definitely help you with this trivial matter.”

“If you find that kind of perversion in the future, let us know.”

“Okay, thank you Brother Huang.” Fangfang smiled and turned to her seat.

Huang Mao sat down on the chair, shook the milk in his hand proudly, winked at the younger brothers next to him, and opened it to drink.

A few other people shouted, “Qian Fangfang, you are discriminatory.”

“We also contributed.”

“That son of a bitch was dead, and he almost died when he was moved to the infirmary.”

“No, I want to drink milk too.”

……

“I’ll buy it for you in the afternoon, okay?”

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and roughly understood what they were saying.

The person Huang Mao and the others just beat up was a pervert. He probably did something to the girl named Fangfang.

At first glance, I thought it was quite a classmate love.

If you think about it carefully… Fangfang is letting them use violence to control violence.

Still talking about this kind of thing openly in the classroom…

Wen Qing glanced at Fu Ranxiu’s back and frowned slightly.

Fu Ranxiu’s back was straight and his posture was upright, and he didn’t mean to care about Huang Mao and others.

Wen Qing thought about it a bit.

Since Fu Ranxiu has the final say about the affairs of Class 1, that means that Fu Ranxiu has the default to use violence to control violence, trick Xu Yuan, etc…

Soon, the class bell rang.

All the students immediately entered the learning state and began to study. Even Huang Mao and others opened the book and turned two pages with a yawn.

Wen Qing glanced around, except Song Xuan, Zhang Yang and Xu Yuan were not there.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door.

The person who came was not Xu Yuan, but the teacher with black thick-rimmed glasses that I saw yesterday.

He walked into the classroom and glanced at the students casually, not caring at all if any students were not in the classroom.

The teacher turned on the computer, clicked on the PPT, and said to everyone, “Review the first unit today.”

After finishing speaking, before the students opened the textbook, he directly clicked on the first PPT and read it according to the words: “First of all, the definition of a novel , the novel is centered on the portrayal of characters, and is reflected through a complete plot of the story and a specific description of the environment…” The

teacher gave a perfunctory class, the students didn’t lift their heads, and everyone was studying on their own.

After more than ten minutes, my mouth was probably dry, and the teacher took a sip of water, sat on the chair, and said to Fu Ranxiu, “Self-study in the second half of the class, monitor.”

Fu Ranxiu responded and said to everyone, “Self-study.” The

students were still reading books and doing questions.

There is no difference between self-study and class.

Wen Qing looked at it for a while, and then began to rummage through the books she had moved which belonged to Chen Jing.

Soon, many were found.

Chinese books, math books, physics books, etc., are all textbooks for the third year of high school, and a small half of the textbooks have Chen Jing’s name written on them.

There are different degrees of scratches in each book, deep and shallow, more and less, and a lot of abuse.

Judging from the handwriting, it is not written by the same person.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and fell into thought.

“Report, report.” A low female voice suddenly sounded at the door of the classroom.

The classroom was very quiet, making the voice extraordinarily loud.

Wen Qing raised her head. It was Xu Yuan who came back. Her face was extremely pale and her eyes were red.

The teacher glanced at her and asked, “How many classes are you in? What’s the matter?”

Xu Yuan was stunned: “I’m in the first class.”

Hearing this, the teacher looked her up and down and frowned, “A transfer student?”

Xu Yuan nodded.

The teacher didn’t care at all about Xu Yuan’s strange expression, but her brows furrowed even more, and she said unhappily, “Come in quickly, don’t interfere with other students’ study.”

Xu Yuan hurriedly returned to her seat, bowing her head and saying nothing.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and thought to herself, not only students, but also teachers have different attitudes towards transfer students.

A class is over soon.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and without waiting for the teacher on the podium to speak, a group of students left the get out of class on their own.

The teacher has no sense of existence in this class, it seems to be just a decoration on the podium.

Wen Qing glanced at Jiang Yan, saw that he was still sleeping, got up and walked out of the classroom.

As he pondered, he surveyed the other classes along the corridor.

Several classes were noisy and chasing, and one class teacher was still dragging the class.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

At the end, the last class is the third and sixth class.

Seeing a strange classmate standing outside the door, the ban-inch boy sitting at the back door of the classroom asked carelessly, “Classmate, who are you looking for?”

Wen Qing paused and asked hesitantly, “Do you know Chen Jing?”

“Chen Jing?” Jing?” The Bancun boy was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and shouted, “Chen Jing, someone is looking for you?”

“Chen Jing is not here! I’m in the office.”

“Oh, Chen Jing is not here.” The Bancun boy sent a message to Wen Qing again.

Wen Qing was stunned, but he didn’t expect that there was also a student named Chen Jing in this class.

He hurriedly said, “I’m not looking for Chen Jing from your class.” “I just wanted to

ask, do you know Chen Jing from the first class?” The

Bancun boy thought for a while, then said doubtfully, “There is no one named Chen Jing in the first class. People?”

Wen Qing asked tentatively, “Isn’t there a person named Chen Jing before?”

“Maybe he was a transfer student?”

“Ah, right, right,” the ban-inch boy suddenly realized and said to Wen Qing, “It seems that There is a girl named Chen Jing, who has the same name as our class.”

After speaking, he looked at Wen Qing strangely: “Then you go to the first class to find it, what are you asking in our class?”

Wen Qing said slowly: ” I, I’m a transfer student in class one, and I’m a little shy, so I don’t dare to ask my classmate Chen Jing.”

After speaking, Wen Qing realized that this excuse was too absurd.

He blushed slightly, smiled awkwardly at the ban-inch boy, and continued to make it up: “She, she is my classmate in junior high school, I thought I would meet again…”

The ban-inch boy was laughed softly by Wen. stunned.

He didn’t think about how a social fear student who dared not ask his classmates dared to ask questions in other classes.

He stammered and said to Wen Qing, “I-I don’t actually know the transfer students in class 1.”

“They didn’t stay for long and left soon.”

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: ” Why?” The

bancun boy scratched his head and told the truth: “I don’t know either, maybe the learning intensity of the first class is too high. Seeing that they have all studied so hard that their faces are yellow and their muscles are thin, how can anyone study all the time.”

Wen Lightly silent, the learning intensity of the first class seems to be more than one evening self-study from the timetable?

“It’s also possible that the study pressure is too much.” The ban-inch boy added.

Seeing that the boy really didn’t know the reason, Wen Qing turned to ask, “Is there anything I need to pay attention to in the first class?” The

bancun boy said blankly, “Do you need to pay attention to study hard?”

Wen Qing: ” …”

Bancun boy: “There is nothing to pay attention to in the first class. You can integrate into them by studying hard. It is normal to not adapt to the first class. The feelings of the first class students are very good. They are the only ones who have not been divided. The class…” The

ban-inch boy chattered for a while, but Wen Qing didn’t find a chance to interject.

After complimenting the first class, he glanced at Wen Qing’s face that was prettier than the girls, and said shyly, “That… if you really can’t stay in the first class, you can come to our class.”

“Our class is also very good . of.”

Wen Qing nodded and replied, “Okay.” The

class was about to begin, Wen Qing said goodbye to the bancun boy, turned around and walked back to the classroom.

Walking to the front door of the classroom, I happened to see Jiang Yan come out.

He leaned against the wall, his slender legs folded carelessly, his long curly hair draped over his shoulders, golden in the sunlight.

“Jiang Yan.” Wen Qing shouted.

Jiang Yan glanced at him lazily, and raised his eyebrows: “What’s wrong?”

Wen Qing was stunned, how could this voice sound like a man’s?

Because just woke up?

Wen Qing walked up to Jiang Yan and said in a low voice, “I just… um.”

Before he could finish speaking, a forefinger pressed against his lips.

Jiang Yan flexed his fingers, and gently brushed the red lips with his fingertips, and asked lazily, “Little brother, who gnawed on your mouth?”

[End of This Chapter]