They Are Not Human! - Chapter 241

[Chapter 240 The 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 rationale, 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 and said casually, “After all, biology includes physiology.”

“Learn physiology well and serve the teacher.”

Wen Qing: “…”

He said blankly, “You learn your paramecia.”

” Classmate Song.”

Song Xuan snorted 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 it himself.”

Xuan Ben, and let hint 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 of them, “Are you wasting 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 write. Homework.”

“You can get off work when you finish writing.”

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

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

“Disgusting, I want to vomit.”

Wen Qing snorted , said calmly: “You can go to another room to do it.”

“There are many rooms here.”

Song Xuan immediately started to do his homework, and said without looking up: “It’s not disgusting to smell the scent of the teacher.”

“The teacher Get closer to me.”

Wen Qing guessed what kind of abacus he was playing, and said slowly, “It’s not necessary.”

“You have a very smart nose, I’m afraid I’ll smoke you if you’re too close.”

Song Xuan: “… ”

He wanted to say something else, and after seeing a stack 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 her chin on one hand, and said with her lips curved: “Teacher hard to help me, these two unfilial sons.”

Wen Qing: “…” It’s

quite into the play.

Jiang Yan handed him a bottle of milk and smiled: “The teacher looks at them, 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 was holding the milk and didn’t move, 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 simultaneously slowed down.

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

Wen said in a low voice, “It’s not the same.”

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

But he has never been obviously hungry, and it’s not clear whether it’s because of something wrong with his body or because he came back. After being fed.

Jiang Yan nodded and quietly looked at Wen Qingli’s brows and eyes: “That’s good.” In the

living room, only the rustling of the tip of the pen scratching the paper remained.

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, check it?” 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 help me check my homework.”

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

Fu Ranxiu He 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: “…”

傅然修：“……”

温轻拿纸巾擦了擦，手上还是有黏糊糊的感觉。

他微微皱眉，起身道：“我去洗个手，你们继续写作业。”

刚走了一步，便被拉住了手。

傅然修圈着他的手腕，垂眸盯着。

手背上还残余着些许奶痕，白嫩的手背手指因为刚才的用力擦拭不同程度地泛红，看起来愈发诱人。

傅然修喉头微动，缓缓说：“老师，我帮你洗。”

温轻愣了下：“我有手，自己能洗。”

说完，他试着缩了缩手，没能挣开傅然修的手。

忽地，傅然修低下头，舔去他手背上的奶渍，顺着牛奶蔓延的痕迹舔上指尖。

他微微启唇，轻轻地吮了下温轻的手背，唇齿间尽是甜香和隐隐的奶香。

傅然修的一系列动作很快，像是早有预谋似的，温轻正要用另一只手打人，刚抬起手，傅然修便松开了他。

傅然修撩起眼皮，舔了舔唇，感受着唇齿间残余的温热，平静地说：“老师的牛奶很甜。”

老师是正经老师，牛奶是正经牛奶。

但两个词放到一起，有种莫名的涩情意味。

温轻的脸颊瞬间红了：“你——”

刚说出一个字，宋玄起身踹开椅子，冲了过来。

温轻还以为他们要打架，没想到结果是自己被宋玄按在了椅子上。

宋玄抓起他的手，学着傅然修刚才的模样开始舔。

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 leaned in front of Wen Qing and asked, “Teacher.”

“Am I better at licking than him?”

“…”

Wen Qing raised the corner 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: “When you cut a piece of fruit, you unfilial son will take action against your future father?”

Wen Qing: “…”

Song Xuan stood up, unbuttoned his collar, and strode towards Jiang Yan: “You too 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 any other touch, 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.”

[End of This Chapter]