Chapter 240 real world

Song Xuan raised his head, the black hair on his forehead spread out slightly, revealing sharp browbones, his dark Danfeng eyes stared at Wen Qing, and the bottom of his eyes flashed with covetousness.

Like a large dog waiting to be fed by its owner.

The eyes of large dogs are always on their masters and will not move away.

It was as if he was the only one in his eyes.

Wen Qing had the illusion of being burned by his gaze, and couldn’t help but tilt her head to avoid Song Xuan’s gaze.

He bowed his head and flipped through his homework, took out three biological exam papers, and slapped Song Xuan on the face.

“Don’t study logic, study biology first.”

Song Xuan: “…”

He raised his face, instead of avoiding Wen Qing’s hand, he sniffed instead.

Through the paper, I could feel his breath, which was very hot.

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled, and regardless of whether Song Xuan held the test paper or not, he let go.

The test paper fell to the ground without external force, Song Xuan raised his hand to grab the test paper and pressed it on the table.

He picked up the pen and turned around: “Okay, the teacher asked me to study biology.”

“I’ll study biology first.”

Wen Qing looked down at him, always feeling that he would not be so obedient.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said casually, “After all, living things include physiology.”

“Learn physiology well and serve teachers.”

Wen Qing: “…”

He said blankly: “You learn your paramecia well.”

“Song classmate.”

Song Xuan hummed twice, turned his pen, and looked at Fu Ranxiu, who was sitting opposite him, nonchalantly.

He turned to the side, his arms beside the corners of Wen Qing’s clothes, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Fu Ranxiu pushed down his glasses and said to Wen Qing, “There’s a lot of homework, and Song Xuan doesn’t know a lot of questions, and he can’t finish it in a while.”

“It’s better to let him do what he can do first.”

These words not only scolded Song Xuan for being stupid, but also made Wen Qing stay away from Song Xuan.

Song Xuan’s face immediately darkened.

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan’s expression, and then at Fu Ranxiu, who had a bad heart. He walked to the center of the western dining table and sat down impartially.

He said to the two: “Are you going to waste time talking?”

Fu Ranxiu looked at him quietly and asked, “Is it all right after I finish my homework?”

Wen Qing nodded: “My job today is to help you with your homework.”

“You can get off work when you’re done.”

“Okay.” Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and began to organize his homework, classifying them by subject.

Song Xuan glanced at the half-table distance between himself and Wen Qing, and said unhappily, “Teacher, this fellow Fu Ranxiu is sitting across from me, I can’t do my homework.”

“Nauseous, want to vomit.”

Wen Qing snorted and said calmly, “You can do it in another room.”

“There are a lot of rooms here.”

Song Xuan immediately started to do his homework and said without raising his head, “I don’t feel disgusting when I smell the scent of the teacher.”

“The teacher is closer to me.”

Wen Qing guessed what calculus he was working on, and said slowly, “It’s not necessary.”

“You have a very smart nose. If you are too close, I’m afraid I will smoke you.”

Song Xuan: “…”

He wanted to say something, but after seeing a pile of homework on the side of his hand, he closed his mouth again.

Write first, write what you want to say, and do what you want to do.

The living room was quiet for a moment, and then there was the sound of pulling a chair.

Wen Qing raised her eyes and saw Jiang Yan sitting across from him, resting his chin on one hand, and curling his lips, “Teacher hard to help these two unfilial sons.”

Wen Qing: “…”

Quite entertaining.

Jiang Yan handed him a bottle of milk and smiled: “The teacher looks at them, and I look at the teacher.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips, took the milk, and whispered thanks.

Jiang Yan still likes to feed him milk.

In a trance, there is an illusion that he is still in the world.

Seeing that he didn’t move while holding the milk, Jiang Yan asked softly, “Is your body the same as when you were in the human world?”

Hearing this question, Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan’s writing speed invariably slowed down.

They didn’t say anything, just like Jiang Yan, waiting for Wen Qing’s answer.

Wen Qing whispered: “It’s not the same.”

He thought about it for a while and continued, “I’m sleeping normally now, and I can also eat.”

However, he has never been obviously hungry, and it is not clear whether it is because of his health or because he is being fed after returning.

Jiang Yan nodded and quietly looked at Wen Qingmei’s eyebrows: “That’s good.”

All that was left in the living room was the rustling of the tip of the pen across the paper.

Wen Qing bit the milk straw and stared blankly at the homework on the table.

In addition to the test papers, there are also some exercise books. The exercise books are not thick and can be stacked almost half a meter high.

Do high school seniors have so much homework on weekends?

Is it too outrageous?

Wen Qing stared at the homework for a while, and probably knew something.

It must have something to do with Io.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Io. When he saw the prompt of low power, he had to find a charger to charge it.

I forgot to buy a new phone yesterday, and I have no chance today.

Wen Qing sat back at the table again, drinking milk slowly, in a daze.

Maybe it’s because I’m not alone, this time I don’t have any negative emotions in a daze.

Instead, there is a sense of comfort in letting go of meditation.

Wen Qing didn’t recover until a cold voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

“teacher.”

Wen Qing raised his head, Fu Ranxiu didn’t know when he was standing beside him.

Jiang Yan, who was sitting opposite him, was nowhere to be seen.

Wen Qing: “What’s wrong?”

“I finished my English homework.” Fu Ranxiu put a stack of English test papers and newspapers in front of Wen Qing.

When he retracted his hand, the pulp of his finger lightly brushed the back of Wen Qing’s hand.

“Teacher to check?”

The numb electric current on the back of his hand spread along his arm, Wen Qing’s fingertips trembled, and he hurriedly avoided Fu Ranxiu’s hand, accidentally knocking over the milk beside him.

Only the bottom of the milk was left, and it was poured into his hands.

The movement was not too small, Song Xuan raised his eyes and looked over.

He asked Fu Ranxiu coldly, “What did you do?”

Fu Ranxiu said calmly, “Let the teacher check my homework for me.”

Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing’s situation and narrowed his eyes: “You finished writing so soon?”

Fu Ranxiu opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Song Xuan did not give him a chance to speak, so he spoke again and said to Wen Qing, “Teacher, he is very fast.”

“He can’t.”

Wen Qing: “…”

Fu Ranxiu: “…”

Wen Qing took a tissue and wiped it, but there was still a sticky feeling on his hands.

He frowned slightly, got up and said, “I’m going to wash my hands, you guys continue to do your homework.”

As soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by the hand.

Fu Ranxiu circled his wrist and stared down.

There are still some milk marks left on the back of the hand, and the white and tender fingers on the back of the hand have turned red to varying degrees because of the hard wiping just now, which looks more attractive.

Fu Ranxiu moved his throat slightly and said slowly, “Teacher, I’ll help you wash.”

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: “I have hands and I can wash them myself.”

After he finished speaking, he tried to shrink his hand, but failed to free Fu Ranxiu’s hand.

Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu lowered his head, licked the milk stain on the back of his hand, and licked his fingertips along the traces of milk spread.

He opened his lips slightly, and gently sucked the back of Wen Qing’s hand, the sweet fragrance and the faint fragrance of milk between his lips and teeth.

Fu Ranxiu’s series of movements were quick, as if he had planned it long ago. Wen Qing was about to hit someone with his other hand, but as soon as he raised his hand, Fu Ranxiu released him.

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids and licked his lips, feeling the warmth remaining between his lips and teeth, and said calmly, “Teacher’s milk is very sweet.”

The teacher is a serious teacher, and the milk is serious milk.

But when the two words are put together, there is an inexplicable astringency.

Wen Qing’s cheeks instantly turned red: “You—”

As soon as he said a word, Song Xuan got up, kicked the chair away, and rushed over.

Wen Qing thought they were going to fight, but she didn’t expect that she would be pushed on the chair by Song Xuan.

Song Xuan grabbed his hand and started licking like Fu Ranxiu just now.

His actions were quite rude, licking the backs of Wen Qing’s hands and fingers indiscriminately, as if an animal marked its territory and wiped away other flavors.

Wen Qing’s eyelids jumped and he pushed his head away.

Song Xuan tilted his head and stared at Wen Qing’s fingers.

The finger is covered with a layer of shinning water, which is shiny, red in the white and a little bit astringent.

Song Xuan approached Wen Qing and asked, “Teacher.”

“I lick better than him?”

“…”

Wen Qing raised the corners of his mouth, just about to say how big you are!

Suddenly, a small cracking sound rang out.

I saw half of the apple smashed directly on Song Xuan’s head.

Jiang Yan stood at the door of the kitchen, holding half an apple in one hand and a small fruit knife in the other.

His face was expressionless: “You cut a piece of fruit, you unfilial son will take action on your future father?”

Wen Qing: “…”

Song Xuan stood up, unbuttoned his neckline, and strode towards Jiang Yan: “You are really old-fashioned, this is your future daughter-in-law.”

Wen Qing: “…”

As soon as the two approached, they fought again.

You punch me, I punch you, but luckily the living room is large, so they can use their punches.

Wen Qing glanced at them twice, and without stopping, turned to the bathroom beside him.

Turn on the faucet and wash your hands carefully.

Just as he was about to wipe his hands, a towel suddenly appeared under his eyelids.

Fu Ranxiu said that he put the towel in his palm without touching it, and said softly, “I miss you very much.”

“It’s nice to see you.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips.

The next second, two more figures appeared at the door of the bathroom.

Song Xuan and Jiang Yan stood outside the door.

With a cold face, Song Xuan pulled Fu Ranxiu out of the bathroom with a sarcastic expression: “You are not only fast, but also know how to insert needles?”

Jiang Yan smiled coldly and said to Song Xuan, “You two are not good things.”

Song Xuan let go of Fu Ranxiu, clapped his hands in disgust, and looked straight at Wen Qing: “I’m really not a good person.”

“I’m teacher Wen Qing’s dog.”