My ex-boyfriend is always teasing me [Unlimited Stream]

Qu Xingchen stood aside with his head bowed, shoulders shrugged, like a little wolf cub abandoned by his master.

Qin Yan was sitting on the only chair behind the desk. Qu Xingchen had been leaning on the edge of the desk and looking down with him before. Now that Qu Xingchen was standing aside, Qin Yan's hand holding the corner of the book fell gently on his thigh. Up, clap.

This was a completely subconscious action, maybe Qin Yan himself didn't even realize it.

Qu Xingchen pursed the corners of his lips, tensed his cheeks, strode over, sat on Qin Yan's lap, and sat very hard. Qin Yan chuckled, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around Qu Xingchen's waist.

Before Qin Yan disappeared, during the countless days and nights three years ago, as long as Qin Yan patted his legs, no matter how big a quarrel the two had had before, Qu Xingchen would sit over and bury his head in Qin Yan's neck , which is a summing signal.

Even after three years of separation, the memory of the body will not be forgotten, which has formed an unforgettable brand.

Qu Xingchen sat on Qin Yan's lap and pressed his cheek against Qin Yan's neck. As before, there was only Qin Yan's smell in his breath, and this was the only place that made him feel safe.

Qin Yan's hand on Qu Xingchen's waist was slightly stiff, then he slowly relaxed his body, raised his arm, and stroked Qu Xingchen's back one after another, as if comforting a helpless child.

Qu Xingchen rubbed his cheek against Qin Yan's neck, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit it.

The white teeth sank deeply into the tough skin, Qin Yan let out a muffled snort, did not move, his arms paused slightly, and then continued to caress Qu Xingchen's back.

After a while, Qu Xingchen raised his head, the corners of his lips were bright red, and his eyes were covered by falling curly bangs, so he couldn't see his expression.

He got up from Qin Yan, raised his hand and wiped his lips fiercely, grabbed the "Diary of Joan of Arc" on the table, flipped to the back with a clatter, read it roughly, and asked, "Is it possible that the key is here? If this book "The Diary of Joan of Arc" is real, so Ding Xuanqi is the principal's real wife, she is the vice principal, if the principal gave her the key, it is very likely that she is hiding here."

Qin Yan looked up at Qu Xingchen. Qu Xingchen's face was calm. He knew that this was a sign that the previous incident was temporarily overturned.

He got up, opened the drawer of this desk again, and said, "That's right, the key is probably here. We need to hurry up and find the key before Qin Yazhi gets rid of the remaining transfer students and runs here."

The two searched carefully in the vice-principal's office, and found no clues until they were in a mess.

Qin Yan looked at the messy office and pondered, while Qu Xingchen stood aside, carefully thinking about everything he saw in Joan's diary, then the two suddenly looked at each other, and walked towards the closet where they were hiding before.

Opening the closet, the clothes inside were squeezed into a corner, Qu Xingchen turned over one by one until he saw the bright red dress.

There were no obvious pockets on the surface of the skirt. Qin Yan opened the inside of the skirt and found a small hidden pocket sewn inside.

Qu Xingchen reached out to tear open the pocket, and a small key fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of metal clashing and shining with silver light.

"found it!"

Qu Xingchen immediately picked up the key and held Qin Yan's wrist: "Quick, let's go now."

Qin Yan stretched out his hand and gently helped Qu Xingchen's hand away, took the key over and looked at it, then put it into Qu Xingchen's palm, and helped him hold it tightly: "It should be right, there is only one key, and you can open the school gate. Leave this world, you now walk along the edge of the school to the gate, don't disturb those chaotic footprints, open the gate and leave here."

Qu Xingchen looked up at him suddenly: "What do you mean? You won't come with me?"

Qin Yan sighed, lowered his head slowly, and pressed his forehead against Qu Xingchen's, "Xingchen, be obedient, take the key and leave here."

The eyelashes of the two were almost entangled. Qu Xingchen blinked and asked him, "Qin Yan, do you have other tasks? Which world is this for you?"

Qin Yan no longer evaded this time: "The third world, the dream world starts from the third world, and the difficulty increases exponentially, only for individuals, so there will still be newcomers in the third world, but maybe the world after that will not There are newcomers again. Xingchen, if we form a team, the difficulty of the world will only be set according to the highest standard, that is, according to my difficulty, your second world will start to increase to the difficulty of the fourth world, so that your future What is the world going to do?"

After Qin Yan finished speaking, he raised his hand suddenly, and a knife landed on the back of Qu Xingchen's neck. Qu Xingchen looked at Qin Yan in disbelief, and fell into a coma the next second.

Before the consciousness dissipated, I vaguely heard three vague words - "I'm sorry."

Qu Xingchen's consciousness was floating in the darkness, ups and downs, his thoughts became muddy water, and he couldn't make sense of them.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the cold ground, his whole body shrouded in a glow.

He stood up, and in front of him was the school gate that had been opened. The words "Jeanne d'Arc Totally Closed School" were still dilapidated and gray, and there was darkness behind the gate.

Qu Xingchen stood outside the door, which was shrouded in fluorescent light, but the fluorescent light couldn't illuminate everything inside the door, and couldn't penetrate even a tiny bit.

Qu Xingchen turned around, and behind him was a milky white wall, which seemed to be formed by the condensation of a thick liquid, and the fluorescence was emitted from this wall.

He reached into his pocket, found a piece of paper, took it out, and found a line of flamboyant words on it through the fluorescence.

"I can only send you here. You need to go out by yourself when you go out. The things in the school can't get out of the door. You are safe here. After you wake up, leave here—Qin Yan."

After Qu Xingchen finished reading, he immediately squeezed the note tightly in his palm and held it tightly. The corner of the note hurt his palm, but he didn't notice it.

At this time, a call came.

"Qu Xingchen?"

When Qu Xingchen turned his head, he saw Yuan Xue who was trembling at the gate of the school with her mobile phone in her hands.

Although Yuan Xue's body was dirty, fortunately there were no wounds.

She was anxiously calling Qu Xingchen: "Why are you standing there? It's too dangerous there, come back!"

Qu Xingchen stuffed the crumpled paper ball back into his pocket, and his gaze fell lightly on Yuan Xue: "Where am I standing?"

Yuan Xue frowned, and the anxious and frightened expression on her face became even worse: "Behind you... there is no way, there is a broken cliff, it's over if you fall off, come back quickly, Xingchen."

Yuan Xue urged anxiously, but her footsteps stayed firmly in the gate, never stepping in at all.

Qu Xingchen was a little playful, with a timid expression on his face, his voice trembling: "Really? I don't know why I'm here...I'm so scared, wait for me, I'll go out now!"

As he spoke, Qu Xingchen walked slowly towards the gate.

Seeing Qu Xingchen's approach, Yuan Xue showed an expression of uncontrollable excitement on her face, and then shrank her face, causing her facial expression to become distorted and terrifying.

Qu Xingchen lowered his head and walked with small steps, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and the corners of his mouth curled up ironically.

Who is the prey of whose, maybe.