They Are Not Human! - Chapter 99

[Chapter 98 Dezhi Middle School 03]

Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said to the system with a blushing face: [I, I mean, there is a reason for their better grades. ]

001 hummed.

[Yes, there is an abnormal reason! 】

001 hummed again.

Wen Qing blushed even more, he lay on the table and buried his face in his arms.

The second sentence was what he thought temporarily.

He was cranky at first.

He was clearly thinking about 001, and the whole person was naked in front of 001, and everything was seen.

The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more shy he became. After a while, he said to 001 angrily: [Don’t talk to me! ]

001: [Wrong. 】

Wen Qing: 【Shut up! ]

001 stopped talking, and Wen Qing stopped talking to it.

After a while, Wen Qing threw 001 out of her mind.

He raised his head, buried half of his face in his elbow, and blinked at the third grade.

Now is the last class in the afternoon, a self-study class.

Every student in the front row was studying hard, reading books, writing questions, etc. Wen Qing stared at everyone for five minutes.

Without seeing one person deserting, everyone is hurrying to learn.

Isn’t it normal to work so hard to get good grades?

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a boy sleeping in the back row awake. He had yellow hair on his head and stretched, but he didn’t make a sound.

Apart from the empty desks and chairs, the seats in the back row of the classroom were the students who had been sleeping. They had dyed hair, and their school uniforms were crooked. They looked like bad students.

Wen Qing recalled the prompt of the system, each student’s grades were getting better and better.

That should include these bad students?

Should we start with these students?

While thinking about it, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang.

“Bell—” The loud bell rang through the teaching building, and the whole building instantly boiled, with the sound of desks and chairs rubbing, booing and chatting, and so on.

The students in the next classroom squeezed me and I squeezed you to run over, but the students in the only class were still studying.

Wen Qing looked at the students who were completely unresponsive, and thought, they are studying too seriously, didn’t you hear? Still waiting for what?

The next second, Wen Qing knew that they were waiting for the squad leader’s order.

“get out of class.” After the monitor said these two words, all the students who were studying stopped.

A low voice of chatting and rustling small movements gradually sounded in the classroom.

“Brother Song, play ball!”

“Let’s go, don’t sleep.”

“Go and move your muscles.”

……

The boys chattered behind him, and soon, Wen Qing heard the chair at the back table move. The grumpy boy seemed to wake up and said in a hoarse voice, “Let’s go.” Out of the

corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of four or five boys walking out of the classroom, and Wen let out a sigh of relief. He was a little afraid of such violent elements.

Can’t beat, can’t run.

Looking back, Wen Qing turned to the head of the office again.

The monitor pursed his lips and looked at the students in the class with deep eyes.

Following his gaze, Wen Qing found that he was looking at the player.

Perhaps noticing Wen Qing’s gaze, the squad leader turned around, half-closed his eyes, his eyes slowly descended from Wen Qing’s pale cheeks, and stopped on his slender neck, he frowned invisibly.

温轻愣了下，对上班长的乌黑的眸子后，连忙低下头。

他也有点怕班长，但是和刚才暴力分子的害怕不同。

被班长看着，有种毛骨悚然，后背发凉的感觉。

班长冷淡地吐出三个字：“傅然修。”

温轻眼睫颤抖，紧张地问：“是、是谁？”

班长：“……我。”

温轻愣了愣，红着脸说：“对不起……”

他一下子没反应过来。

“我、我叫温猛。”

“我知道。”傅然修垂眸，凝视着温轻的手。

他的手不大，腕骨精致微凸，手背上布着淡青色的筋脉，没有体毛，白嫩细腻，手指纤细，指甲盖是粉色的，看起来很适合握在掌心把玩。

傅然修有些挪不开眼。

温轻感受到了对方炽热的目光，忍不住屈了屈手指，缩回手，把手放到膝盖上。

见状，傅然修撩起眼皮，问道：“你身体不好吗？”

温轻不明白他为什么突然问这个问题，正想摇头，又记起来自己的身份牌，便慢慢地点了点头：“对……”

嗯，他身娇体弱。

傅然修收回视线，淡淡地说：“你和我一个寝室。”

温轻：“？？？”

怎么就要和你一起寝室了？

傅然修没有解释原因，起身道：“转学生留下，其他随意。”

说完，他离开教室。

温轻坐在位置上不敢动，继续看着班里的学生们。

After Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, a few more students left the classroom, but most of them stayed in the classroom, nibbling bread and snacks, and some people opened the book again and started to study.

Soon, Fu Ranxiu came back with a bunch of keys and a stack of meal cards in his hand.

He walked directly to the podium and said, “Chen Jing, 204, Building 2.”

This time, Fu Ranxiu’s speech was a little slower, which was a little different from when he was allocating seats.

“Xu Yuan, Building 2, 305.”

“Zhang Yang, Building 3, 406.”

“Jiang Yan, Building 2, 304.”

“Wen Meng, Building 3, 401.”

Wen Qing walked up to the podium and reached for the bedroom key and meal card .

Fu Ranxiu put the key in his palm, his cool fingertips pressed against his skin and scratched lightly.

Wen Qing froze and opened her eyes.

Fu Ranxiu looked indifferent, as if asking him what happened?

Wen Qing quickly withdrew her hand and stammered, “Thank you, thank you…”

Did she accidentally touch him?

Fu Ranxiu opened his mouth and said, “The meal card contains the money you saved when you transferred schools.”

“I’ll take you to the Academic Affairs Office when you get the school uniforms tomorrow.

” Students study.”

After speaking, Fu Ranxiu glanced at his watch and left the classroom.

Wen Qing looked at the other players. Except for Jiang Yan, everyone else left the classroom.

Wen Qing stood there, hesitating whether to say hello to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan waved at him and said with a smile: “I’m going to the cafeteria, are you going?”

Wen Qing shook his head: “I want to buy some clothes first.”

He thought about it pragmatically, the main task is often a month, and the school will issue school uniforms, but not others.

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, walked in front of him, and bent down slightly.

Her posture and movements caused Wen Qing to lower her eyes, and what she saw was Jiang Yan’s plump breasts.

Wen Qing’s cheeks flushed and she stepped back.

Seeing his actions, Jiang Yan laughed and asked, “What to buy?”

“Panties?”

Wen Qing was not used to talking about panties with girls, so she nodded stiffly.

Jiang Yan looked at his blushing cheeks and said with a smile, “Help me take a look too.”

“I want lace, if it’s the color…”

Jiang Yan dragged his tone, moved closer to Wen Qing’s ear, and blew a breath. He lowered his voice and said, “Choose what you like.”

Wen Qing’s face instantly flushed to the back of her ears, because her emotions were too fluctuating, and there was a thin layer of mist in her eyes.

He stammered: “You, don’t do this…”

Jiang Yan laughed, leaning back and forth, raising his hand to squeeze Wen Qing’s face: “Don’t say this to others.”

“Not everyone is like me. , I’ll let you go easily.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips, not understanding what she meant.

Jiang Yan hummed a little song and left the classroom, leaving only Wen Qing’s back.

Wen slowed down for a while, and then walked out. He paused as he passed the door, looking at the schedule posted on the wall.

Ordinary high school schedule, get up at 6:30 in the morning, early self-study, class, lunch break, class… and end at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Night time is blank.

Listening to Fu Ranxiu’s meaning, evening self-study is not mandatory, a group of self-organized evening self-study.

Wen Qing thought about it and walked out.

The classroom is on the fourth floor, and there is a map of the entire school in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building.

Wen Qing stood in front of the map and wrote down the locations of the school’s supermarket, canteen and dormitory.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Xu Yuan walking with a few girls. The girls looked familiar and seemed to be students in the first class.

A few people laughed and passed by:

“Your name is Xu Yuan, right?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll be a dormitory from now on.”

“Would you like to go to the cafeteria to eat first?”

……

Wen Qing couldn’t bear it Zhu Zhu took a second look, but he didn’t expect Xu Yuan to break into the students so quickly.

Surrounded by several girls, Xu Yuan nervously twisted her hair while chatting: “Okay.”

“Wow, your skin is so tender.”

“Let me see.”

“Really, let me touch it . Touch.”

“That’s great hahaha.”

……

Wen Qing looked at their backs, and always felt something indescribably strange.

He looked back and walked towards the supermarket in the school.

The supermarket is right next to the dormitory building. It covers a large area and has all the basic daily necessities, including T-shirts and underwear.

After shopping, Wen Qing went directly to the bedroom.

The names of the dormitory members were posted on the door of the dormitory, but there were only two names.

[Fu Ranxiu]

[Song Xuan]

Wen Qing glanced at the names on the doors of other dormitories, there were three or four, and he understood that he only had two roommates.

Pushing the door open, the dormitory is a quadruple room, with a bed and a table, and each bed is covered with the school’s uniform sheets and quilts.

Two of the beds were obviously owned by the owner, and there were scattered things on the table below, while the other two were empty.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the table on the left. There was a stack of papers neatly placed on the table, as well as a palm-sized angel sculpture.

He walked over and glanced at the name on the paper.

Fu Ranxiu.

This is the monitor’s bed.

Without thinking, Wen Qing picked the empty bed on the right.

Just after putting the clothes in the closet, the bedroom door was forced open.

“Bang-” hit the wall.

Wen Qing shuddered in fright and turned her head to look over.

A boy in a red basketball uniform was standing at the door. His facial features were handsome, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his eyebrows were faintly sullen, and he didn’t seem very good-tempered.

Seeing someone in the dormitory, the boy narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze on Wen Qing: “Transfer student?”

Wen Qing nodded and responded in a low voice.

Song Xuan’s eyes wandered on him for a long time, and finally settled on Wen Qing’s face.

He threw away the basketball in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth: “What’s it called?” The

basketball bounced on the ground, brushed over Wen Qing’s trouser legs, and hit the chair beside him.

Wen Qing was even more nervous, she didn’t expect another roommate to be so fierce.

He pinched his palm and said slowly, “Wen, Wenmeng…”

“Wenmeng?”

Song Xuan sneered.

He walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and asked meaningfully, “Where is it?”

[End of This Chapter]