They are not human! (From chapter 61)

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Jiang Yan looked at Wen Qing with a smile, her eye makeup heavy, false eyelashes long and thick, her fox-like eyes slanted upwards, with a hint of surprise in her teasing expression.
It was clear that the content of their previous conversation had caught him off guard.
Wen Qing stared into Jiang Yan's eyes for a moment. She didn't seem to be from Bai Tong, Oz, or Zhou Zhou.
Then who?
Who would be so kind as to find someone to help him?
After struggling for a while and unable to figure it out, Wen Qing simply asked, "Why are you helping me?"
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Because I'm kind."
"I enjoy helping others, being charitable, and implementing the core socialist values."
Wen Qing: "..."
Jiang Yan continued, "I'm actively responding to the nation's call."
Wen Qing: "..."
Seeing Wen Qing's speechlessness, Jiang Yan laughed again and slowly said, "Actually, I'm just a person with a conscience."
"You know the rewards for those bounty posts, right? Who wouldn't be tempted?" Jiang Yan paused and added, "Especially someone like me, who is greedy for money. I gave you the name change card, helping you, and I can also take your information to claim the reward."
"We can call it a fair exchange."
Wen Qing blinked. At this moment, Jiang Yan's face showed some seriousness, but it felt incongruous and abrupt with her unruly, flamboyant demeanor.
This reason seemed so serious, as if she was deliberately saying it for him to hear.
Wen Qing pursed his lips. Since Jiang Yan didn't want to say more, he didn't press further and said, "I'm going back to the dorm, how about you?"
Jiang Yan nodded and walked down the stairs.
The dorms at Dezhi High School were in a designated dormitory area, with male and female dorms mixed together.
Class 1 girls were in Building 2, boys in Building 3, just in front and behind each other.
It wasn't lights-out time yet, and the dorm building was brightly lit and noisy.
Wen Qing suddenly recalled Song Xuan and his cronies' conversation.
He hesitated and said to Jiang Yan, "It seems like the people in Class 1 are waiting for something."
"I don't know the specifics, just overheard some conversation."
Jiang Yan was slightly startled, then smiled, "Okay, thanks for the heads up, little brother."
As he said this, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you want a thank-you gift?"
"How about a feel?"
"..."
Wen Qing was immensely grateful that there were no other students around to hear what Jiang Yan was saying.
Although no one heard, there were people on the dorm balconies watching them from afar.
"No need!" Wen Qing's cheeks reddened, and he quickly walked towards Building 3.
At the building entrance, he paused and glanced back at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan didn't enter the dorm building but stood under a tree, his body shrouded in shadows, making it hard to see clearly.
He moved and took out something.
The next second, Wen Qing saw clearly that it was a cigarette and a lighter.
As if sensing Wen Qing's gaze, Jiang Yan took a step forward, stood under the light, waved his hand lighting the cigarette, and blew a kiss towards Wen Qing.
Wen Qing quickly turned around and hurried upstairs.
Suddenly, 001's voice sounded in his ear: 【Can I speak now?】
Wen Qing didn't hold grudges and wasn't mad at 001 anymore.
He just hadn't spoken because 001 had been silent.
Now hearing 001's question, he oddly felt like a pet pitifully asking for attention.
He made a sound, slowly saying: 【You can.】
001 asked: 【Do you like this type?】
Wen Qing didn't understand 001's question: 【What type?】
001: 【Do you like someone like Jiang Yan?】
Wen Qing: 【???】
【No.】
Wen Qing puzzled: 【Why would you think it's about liking?】
001: 【Then why did you blush?】
Wen Qing's face reddened more, thinking, his skin is thin, he can't stand those words.
And... anyone would blush hearing Jiang Yan's words, right?!
001 could hear his thoughts...
Thinking of this, Wen Qing dissatisfiedly said: 【Because I'm hot, satisfied?】
After speaking, before 001 could respond, Wen Qing quickly asked: 【You've been acting strange lately.】
【Why are you always thinking about romantic stuff?】
001 remained silent.
As Wen Qing climbed the stairs, he continued to 001: 【You must've been watching too many movies lately.】
【Next time we return to the mortal world, no more romance movies for you.】
001: 【...】
Reaching the dorm door, Wen Qing didn't go in immediately but pushed it open to take a look.
Song Xuan wasn't there, only Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing sighed in relief, entered the dorm, closed the door, and locked it.
He walked inside, stopping at the wardrobe to take out his clothes and towel, cautiously glancing at Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu sat at the desk, eyes lowered, reading swiftly.
From the cover and the text, it wasn't Chinese or English.
Wen Qing didn't recognize the language.
Fu Ranxiu turned two pages and stopped at an illustration.
Wen Qing saw angels and demons in the picture, squinting his eyes, it seemed related to religion.
His gaze paused, then looked at Fu Ranxiu's desk.
Besides the small angel sculpture and papers, there were more books, in English and other languages, obviously just brought back.
Probably sensing his gaze, Fu Ranxiu closed the book and slightly turned his head.
Wen Qing quickly looked away, rushing into the bathroom to wash up.
Worried that Fu Ranxiu might get suspicious, Wen Qing didn't dare to look more after coming out of the bathroom and went straight to bed.
Only after getting under the covers did he continue to observe Fu Ranxiu through the gaps.
Fu Ranxiu's side profile was sharp, his features cold.
His coldness wasn't just an icy demeanor but had a sinister feeling, chilling to the bone, making the dormitory feel several degrees colder.
The feeling Fu Ranxiu gave him was somewhat similar to the Ji family.
But he didn't hide it as well as the Ji family, it was more direct.
Wen Qing nervously pinched his palm, so far.
His instincts had always been accurate.
Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu put down his book and stood up.
Wen Qing quickly pressed down the corner of his blanket to cover his face.
Footsteps sounded, Fu Ranxiu seemed to walk to the door, then a click, the lights went out.
Followed by the lights-out music, and the noisy dormitory gradually quieted down.
Wen Qing thought, is Fu Ranxiu going to sleep?
Just as the thought passed, a faint light appeared outside the blanket.
Wen Qing listened carefully.
The dormitory was quiet after lights out, making Fu Ranxiu's movements particularly clear.
Wen Qing tilted his head, quietly lifting a corner of the blanket.
Fu Ranxiu was still at the desk, with a small lamp on, continuing to read.
Occasionally circling and marking in the book, seemingly taking notes.
Watching his back for a while, Wen Qing suddenly realized the difference between Fu Ranxiu and the other students in Class 1.
Class 1 students were very focused in class, but in their free time, they relaxed and did their own things.
Fu Ranxiu was still seriously reading after lights out...
And it was related to religion...
Could it be some weird religious ritual?
Wen Qing closed his eyes, thinking about it, sleepiness overtook him.
In a daze, he thought, tomorrow he had to find a chance to use a tool.
First, confirm the class monitor's attributes.
...
The next day
At 6:30 AM, the wake-up bell echoed through the dormitory building, with melodious music playing continuously, making it impossible to sleep in.
Wen Qing, groggy, got up slowly to wash.
It was still dark, the sun not yet up, and the high school students were already up.
Too early, Wen Qing had no appetite, so he bought some bread and milk downstairs, planning to sleep a bit more in the classroom.
Before reaching the classroom door, he heard a few students ahead whispering:
"Damn, everyone in Class 1 is here."
"It's only 7 AM, I thought we were early."
"No wonder it's Class 1."
"They weren't this early the past few days."
...
Wen Qing silently listened, reaching Class 1's back door, and glanced in.
Except for Song Xuan and his cronies, the other students were at their desks, looking tired but their eyes bright, seemingly anticipating something.
If they got up early today...
Is today the time Yellow Hair mentioned?
Wen Qing, filled with doubts, entered the classroom.
Soon, the other players arrived.
The last to come was Jiang Yan, wearing heavy makeup, yawning repeatedly, looking extremely tired.
As soon as Jiang Yan sat down, Fu Ranxiu stood up, saying to everyone, "Transfer students, come with me to get your uniforms."
Then he walked to the door without waiting for anyone and left the classroom.
Wen Qing quickly followed.
It was early, and the players were tired, so no one spoke from the fourth-floor classroom to the first-floor storage room, only continuous yawns.
The storage room was large, about the size of a classroom, filled with various desks, chairs, sports equipment, and a mess.
At the deepest part, there was a small room.
Fu Ranxiu  opened the door, the light inside was dim, with military-green gym mats on the floor, piled with stacks of uniforms.
"The new uniforms can't be delivered yet; these are leftovers from previous years."
Fu Ranxiu stepped inside, dust flying.
Wen Qing couldn't help but cough softly.
Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, stopped, and said to the players, "Pick a few sets that fit you."
"Starting today, everyone must wear uniforms."
With that, he turned and left the small room and the storage room.
Jiang Yan stepped forward, grabbed three sets of large uniforms, yawned, and drowsily said to Wen Qing, "I'm going to sleep first."
Wen Qing nodded and looked for his uniform.
The uniforms were divided into male and female styles, mostly XL for males, with a few Ls. Wen Qing couldn't find any M size after searching for a long time.
The remaining players gradually found suitable sizes for themselves.
After the girls left, Zhang Yang directly changed into his uniform in the storage room.
Seeing Wen Qing still searching, he said, "Just grab a few."
Wen Qing responded, intending to grab an L, but saw they were all with Zhang Yang.
He slowly said, "I'll keep looking."
Zhang Yang didn't think much and said, "I'll go ahead."
Wen Qing continued searching for his size and finally found an M-sized shirt.
Suddenly, a sharp sound came from outside the small room, like something heavy falling and being dragged.
Wen Qing thought it was Zhang Yang making noise, so he opened the door and looked out.
He saw Song Xuan standing not far away, turning his head towards him, with a fierce look and a bit of blood on his face.
"Transfer student."
"Come here."