They Are Not Human!

Chapter 115: Tak Chi Middle School 20

Something is bound to happen over the weekend.

Fu Ranxiu is asking players and everyone to prepare in advance.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she clenched her palms.

"Ding bell bell -" The bell rang at the end of the evening self-study.

Everyone swarmed out of the classroom, giggling and laughing. The volume of their voices was much higher than usual, and they looked extremely excited.

Compared with holidays, weekend events make them look forward to it more.

Fu Ranxiu on the podium sorted out the exam papers and turned to leave the classroom.

Wen Qing sat on the seat for a while, and when everyone left and there were only a few players left in the classroom, she slowly stood up and walked towards the others.

Zhang Yang kicked the chair at the same table and scolded: "Damn, they must be doing something on the weekend."

Wen nodded lightly.

Xu Yuan and Chen Jing turned pale and couldn't help asking, "What should we do?"

Zhang Yang scratched his hair irritably: "The props are useless, and I don't know what will happen."

"Fuck, why don't we just catch an aboriginal and ask him."

Jiang Yan yawned and said lazily, "Except for Fu Ranxiu, everyone else is in groups, and no one has ever been singled out."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. He didn't observe so carefully, but Jiang Yan said at this moment that it was indeed the case when he recalled it.

Zhang Yang looked at the two girls, then at Wen Qing's thin arms and legs, turned his head and asked Jiang Yan, "Can the two of us deal with one?"

Jiang Yan chuckled: "It can be done, but some things can't be solved by brute force."

"Even if they want to say it, can they really say it?"

Zhang Yang's face changed.

Jiang Yan glanced at the expressions of a few people in the circle, turned around and said, "It's better to prepare something to use then instead of thinking about it."

"I went to the supermarket."

There are no clues at the moment, guessing is useless, just a waste of time.

Wen Qingqian also followed him to the supermarket.

It was a holiday on Friday, and there were very few supermarkets on Thursday night. There were only a few scattered students buying supper, and only one aunt was in charge of the cashier.

Wen Qing bought some portable things such as biscuits and chocolate, and went around the supermarket, but couldn't find any medicines such as bandages and Yunnan Baiyao.

He walked to the cashier and asked the aunt who was eating melon seeds, "Auntie, is there any medicine in the supermarket?"

Auntie wondered: "A Band-Aid?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No, other ordinary trauma medicines."

Auntie was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then you have to go to the infirmary to buy it, we don't sell it here."

Wen Qing responded and wanted to say something when a strong scent of perfume suddenly wafted from behind him.

It is Jiang Yan's perfume.

In the next second, Wen Qing had an extra hand on her shoulder, and Jiang Yan's smiling voice sounded in her ear: "Wen Meng, I saw it."

"What did you see?" Wen Qing tilted her head and asked.