They Are Not Human! - Chapter 107

[Chapter 106 Dezhi Middle School 11]

Wen Qing was silent for a while, trying to reason with Fu Ranxiu: “You are the monitor.”

“Aren’t you supposed to take care of the people in the class?”

Fu Ranxiu said indifferently, “He’s a transfer student.”

Wen Qing was even more at a loss: “? ??”

What happened to the transfer student?

“Transfer students are also students of the first class.”

“For the time being,” Fu Ranxiu looked at Wen Qing quietly and said lightly, “You won’t be here for long.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips, pondering what Fu Ranxiu meant. .

Is it like what the boy in class 6 said, transfer students can’t stand the pressure of study?

Still implying something?

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then asked tentatively, “What do you mean?”

Fu Ranxiu spit out four words: “Literally.”

After speaking, he pushed up his glasses and picked up the book again. He didn’t even look at Wen Qing with his eyes. Tell Wen Qing to shut up.

Wen Qing stared at his profile, thinking about the ill-intentioned people in 406, and thinking about Zhang Yang.

Something must have happened to Zhang Yang.

With his back against the door, he said to 001 in his heart: [I’m so confused. ]

001: [What are you tangled up in? 】

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: 【Don’t you know what I’m thinking? ]

001 hummed.

Wen Qing wondered: [Then why are you asking me. ]

001 said slowly: [I know what you are thinking, but I don’t understand the reason. 】

Wen said lightly: 【I don’t know if I should help Zhang Yang. 】

Bai Tong and the others all told him not to meddle in his own business and just keep himself safe. Not only might he not get thanks for meddling in his own affairs, but it would also be counterproductive.

And now I need him to pay for helping Zhang Yang…

001: [Follow your heart. ]

After a moment of silence, 001 said softly: [Growing up does not make you become another person. 】

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled, and she said in a low voice, “Squad leader, what do you want?”

Fu Ranxiu put his fingertips against the page, turned his head, and looked straight at Wen Qing’s hand beside his trousers.

There was no emotion in his inorganic eyes, but his gaze was inexplicably hot.

Wen Qing was so stared that she shrank her hands, quickly turned her back, and stammered, “Do you want my hand?”

He hasn’t reached this level yet.

Wen Qing closed her eyes, thinking to herself, Zhang Yang couldn’t help it anymore.

The next second, Fu Ranxiu looked back.

He opened the drawer, took out a silver nail clipper, placed it on the table, raised his chin slightly, and said to Wen Qing, “Come here.”

Wen Qing stared at the nail clipper beside him for a while, and determined that it was a nail clipper. , instead of other strange things, he asked in disbelief: “Cut, cut your nails?”

Fu Ranxiu answered lightly.

Wen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the monitor was looking for someone to cut his nails.

Zhang Yang, you have to thank me very well.

Wen Qing walked over slowly and stood by the table, not too far from Fu Ranxiu, keeping a good distance.

He reached for the nail clippers on the table, and as soon as his fingertips touched the table, Fu Ranxiu grabbed him.

Wen Qing instinctively locked his hand, but when Fu Ranxiu pressed his wrist lightly, the hand had no strength.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and was about to scold.

Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly, and said coldly, “Don’t move.”

“Your nails are not fixed.”

Wen Qing was stunned. He looked down and saw that Fu Ranxiu had picked up the nail clippers.

? ? ? ?

Cut his nails? Shouldn’t he cut his nails?

Wen Qing was shocked, it was the first time he met such a hobby.

Also, quite perverted…

Fu Ranxiu lowered his head and placed his left hand against Wen Qing’s palm.

There was flesh in Wen Qing’s palm, soft and tender, Fu Ranxiu’s fingers couldn’t help flexing, and tightly pressed against the soft flesh in his palm.

Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips and pressed his thumb on the phalanx of the gentle index finger, rubbing it gently.

There was no change in the expression on his face, so that Wen Qing didn’t think about it at all, just wondering if Fu Ranxiu’s current movements were the legendary finger massage.

“Crack—”

Fu Ranxiu pressed the nail clippers with one hand, and the finger pulp of the other hand seemed to caress the gentle hand.

His eyes darkened, and his breath gradually became warm.

Wen Qing stared at Fu Ranxiu tightly, feeling the breath of Fu Ranxiu on her cool fingertips.

hot.

Wen Qing thought to himself, breathing was hot.

Should be alive.

There are not many long nails, and they are quickly cut off.

Wen Qing thought it was over, but Fu Ranxiu took out another tool and slapped his nails lightly.

The fingertips were slightly numb and itchy, and Wen Qing couldn’t help but move, her fingers accidentally hooked Fu Ranxiu’s palm.

Fu Ranxiu’s breathing stagnated.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle voice sounded above his head: “Are you alright?” The

voice was soft and soft, Fu Ranxiu grabbed his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

“No.”

Wen Qing snorted, feeling that Fu Ranxiu’s voice seemed to be a little hoarse.

He blinked and watched Fu Ranxiu put down his tools, opened a pack of wet wipes, and wiped his fingers gently and meticulously, as if he was dealing with some treasure.

Wen Qing didn’t understand, could it be that Fu Ranxiu’s dream was to be a manicurist?

After Fu Ranxiu threw away the wipes and clipped nails, Wen Qing asked again, “Are you okay now?”

Fu Ranxiu nodded.

Wen Qing looked at him eagerly: “Where’s Zhang Yang?” Looking at

Wen Qing’s clean and clear eyes, Fu Ranxiu looked away and said two words: “Afternoon.”

After that, he got up and opened the wardrobe and took a set Clothes, go to the bathroom.

Soon, Wen Qing heard the sound of water splashing from the bathroom.

Taking a shower?

How did you take a shower at noon?

Wen Qing raised her hand and glanced at her neat and consistent nails, and understood a little why girls like to do nails.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the angel sculpture on Fu Ranxiu’s desk, he immediately put down his hand and glanced at the bathroom.

Now is a good opportunity, Fu Ranxiu will not suddenly appear.

Wen Qing lowered her head and looked at the table carefully.

In the upper left corner is a stack of real exam papers for the college entrance examination. A white palm-sized angel sculpture is placed on the paper. On the right is a stack of four or five religious books, which seems to be ready to be read.

Wen Qing first picked up the angel sculpture and looked at it.

The angel sculpture is very delicate, with a smile on the cheeks and lips, closed eyes, and lifelike feathers on the wings on the back.

He shook the sculpture, it was solid, there was nothing in it.

It seems to be just an ordinary ornament.

Wen Qing looked down at the real question on the table, her eyes stopped.

These papers all had Fu Ranxiu’s name written on them, and they were all red ticks, and none of the titles were wrong.

Wen Qing turned over and found that none of the papers had wrong questions.

I don’t know if this is Fu Ranxiu’s real grade or a falsification.

Wen Qing put the angel sculpture back where it was, and took out a pen and a sticky note from Fu Ranxiu’s drawer to record the name of the religious book.

They were all written in tadpoles, and Wen Qing was afraid of making a mistake, so she wrote it carefully, stroke by stroke, and it took a lot of time.

After some time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Wen Qing quickly tore off the note and put it in her pocket, her heart beating fast.

He hurriedly tidy up Fu Ranxiu’s desk and put everything back in place.

“Click-” the bathroom door opened.

Wen Qing quickly picked up the garbage bag in the trash can. Turning his back to Fu Ranxiu, he said, “I’ll go to the classroom first, and I’ll throw out the rubbish by the way.”

After speaking, he ran out of the dormitory without looking back.

Fu Ranxiu walked to the table with wet hair, pulled out the chair and sat down, opened the book, and continued to read.

***

Wen Qing went back to the classroom. Because it was lunch break, the classroom was empty.

He exhaled and lay down on the table to rest, and soon became sleepy and fell asleep.

This night I slept very deeply, and when I woke up again, the first class in the afternoon was almost over.

Wen lightly rubbed his eyes, and didn’t fully wake up until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

He glanced at Zhang Yang’s seat, which was still empty.

Wen Qing looked at Fu Ranxiu, saw him get up and walked out, and quickly asked, “Where’s Zhang Yangren?”

Fu Ranxiu glanced at the sleep marks on his face, and pursed his lips: “Go to class.”

Wen Qing turned to look at the others, the students They all go out.

Jiang Yan stood by the door and waved at him: “Let’s go, PE class.”

Wen Qing glanced at the class schedule on the blackboard. The second class was PE class.

When everyone in the classroom was almost gone, Wen Qing and Jiang Yan set off for the playground.

Wen Qing said to Jiang Yan in a low voice: “Zhang Yang is not in the dormitory, it seems that something has happened.”

“His roommate reacted very strangely.”

Jiang Yan: “Huh?”

Wen Qing repeated the conversation at noon.

Jiang Yan looked at the excited class of students in front of him, and squinted his eyes: “Go to the playground.” The

basketball court

physical education teacher, like other classroom teachers, glanced at the students perfunctorily, and then asked, “The sports committee.”

Huang Mao shouted: “The sports committee has asked for leave!” The

physical education teacher was stunned, and said casually, “The monitor is in charge.”

Fu Ranxiu walked up to the crowd and said lightly, “Report the number.”

“One, two, three…two Twelve, twenty-three.”

Fu Ranxiu said indifferently, “Apart from Song Xuan, there is one less person.”

Wen Wei was slightly startled, and raised his eyes to look at Fu Ranxiu.

“A transfer student is not here.” Someone suddenly said.

Wen Qing tilted her head and looked over, it was Zhang Yang’s roommate with a thin bamboo pole.

With a smile on his face, the thin bamboo pole pointed to the gym next to him: “I think he was still there just now.”

“Isn’t the gym being renovated these days, he shouldn’t have an accident, right?”

“Let’s go over there and have a look. .” The PE teacher didn’t speak

, and the other students echoed:

“Okay, okay.” ” Let’s go

find someone.” walk over. Wen Qing frowned and followed them forward. The gym had not yet been renovated, the floor was littered with utensils, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of paint. Wen Qing couldn’t help covering her mouth and nose. Suddenly, a faint hoarse voice sounded on the right side: “Is there anyone?” Wen Qing’s footsteps stopped suddenly, as if it was Zhang Yang’s voice. He tilted his head to look over, and saw the leader of the team, the thin bamboo pole and the others, hurriedly walking towards a door. There was a stick against the door, apparently deliberately blocking the door. The thin bamboo pole walked to the door, without asking if there was anyone inside, just took off the stick on the door and opened the door. This is a narrow and airtight room, filled with various paint buckets, spatulas, paint rollers and other tools. The smell of paint in the room is even more pungent, and the eyes of those who rush it hurt a little. Zhang Yang sat by the door, his face turning blue. The thin bamboo pole glanced at him and laughed: “You are here.” “It smells so bad, why does it smell like urine?”

“Are you urinating and urinating in there ?

” The other students giggled and watched this scene. Wen Qing was about to step up to help Zhang Yang, when he saw Zhang Yang get up from the ground, grab a shovel, and rush towards the thin bamboo pole: “I’m fucking pissing you all over now!” As the words fell, all the students in the first class He was silent for a moment and looked at Zhang Yang. A dozen pairs of eyes stared straight at Zhang Yang in an instant. Zhang Yang froze in place. Wen Qing also saw that her back was cold and horrified.

[End of This Chapter]