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

The area is very large, the entire thirteenth floor has been built as a library, and the two of them can't see each other when they turn a corner.

There is not a single window on the entire thirteenth floor, and the rows of white woven lamps overhead are much brighter than the classrooms downstairs.

Rows of bookshelves are full of books, arranged in an orderly manner. Only the bookshelves against the wall are different. Not only are the books placed in a mess, but the bookshelves themselves are much older than other bookshelves.

Different from the clear spines of intact books, the spines of old books are often damaged, stained or without covers, and Qu Xingchen had to take them out one by one to open them.

Every book he turned over would be neatly placed on the other side by him.

For a while, only the occasional sound of flipping books sounded in the quiet corner.

The bookshelf was very high, falling from the top of the wall to the ground. The rows of books below were sorted out, but no "Diary of Joan of Arc" was found.

Qu Xingchen raised his head, looked at the rows of bookshelves on top, searched around, and found a folding iron ladder in the gap between the bookshelves near the wall.

He reached out to grab the edge of the iron ladder and pulled it out, only to find that it seemed to be stuck inside and he couldn't pull it out.

Subconsciously, Qu Xingchen turned his head to look in Qin Yanzai's direction, blocked by rows of bookshelves, unable to see anything.

He retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and tugged hard on the iron ladder.

The iron ladder rubbed between the wooden bookshelf and the wall, making a harsh friction sound, accompanied by the sticky sound of "guji guji", as if it was stirring flesh and blood.

Finally, the iron ladder was pulled out by Qu Xingchen, and then a stench came out from behind the bookshelf.

Qu Xingchen lowered his head and supported the iron ladder to open in front of the bookshelf, as if he hadn't heard of the foul-smelling gap behind the bookshelf.

He didn't go to that gap to look inside as if he was dying.

The iron ladder had been stuck in the gap for an unknown amount of time, and it was covered with dust and red rust. The corners of the four ladders were sticky with wet red slime and lumpy objects.

Qu Xingchen turned a blind eye to this, he stepped on the iron ladder and reached for the books on the upper shelf.

After quickly flipping through the two bookshelves, the only thing left was the top shelf.

The thirteenth floor is the top floor, with a high height. The bookshelf on the top floor is as high as Qu Xingchen would have to tap his feet to reach while standing on the iron ladder.

But fortunately, there are not many books on the top floor, so it is not too difficult to find them. If there is no "Diary of Joan of Arc" in it, then this book should be in Qin Yan's place.

Qu Xingchen took a book with difficulty and flipped it over, the iron ladder made a "creaking" sound under him, and gradually swayed a little.

I finally got the last book, the cover was mottled and moldy, the spine almost fell apart, and when I opened the first page, the five handwritten cursive characters of "Jeanne d'Arc's Diary Part [-]" came into view.

found it.

Qu Xingchen held the book and wanted to go down the iron ladder.

On the beam at the end of the iron ladder, a small screw turned slightly and fell off from above, and the iron ladder collapsed with a loud crash.

The moment it collapsed, Qu Xingchen fell from above.

The distance was not too high, Qu Xingchen exerted strength from his waist, and wanted to turn around and land on the ground, but was wrapped around his waist by a pair of arms.

He suddenly turned his head and met Qin Yan's deep eyes.

Qin Yan held Qu Xingchen's waist tightly with both hands, and his palms pressed against the skin of his waist, and he could feel the slight chill through his clothes.

His thin lips moved slightly, and a familiar voice sounded:

"Xingchen, why are you so careless?"

Qu Xingchen stared at Qin Yan silently for two seconds, then jumped off his arms, holding the "Diary of Joan of Arc Part [-]" that he had found so hard to open in his hand.

He flipped through the pages carelessly, pinching the pages with his fingertips and rattling the pages.

Qin Yan took a step forward:

"You found it? Give it to me."

Qu Xingchen didn't look sideways, and continued to turn the pages of the book, his movements were rude, "Pricking—" the pages of the book were finally overwhelmed, and a corner was torn apart by Qu Xingchen's rough flipping.

Qin Yan pulled the corner of his mouth to show a smile, and took another step forward:

"Stars? Give me the book."

Qu Xingchen looked up at him, with a faint smile:

"why?"

Qin Yan continued to approach Qu Xingchen, and the distance between the two was less than one foot. He said:

"Why? Because we are good brothers."

The next moment, Qin Yan's approaching movement suddenly stopped. He looked down at the utility knife that was pressed against his chest at some point, and raised his eyelids, filled with sadness.

"Xingchen, what are you doing?"

Qu Xingchen pushed the blade of the utility knife forward, and the switch made a unique "click" sound.

"What do you say I'm doing?"

He tilted his head slightly, with innocent eyes, and the tip of the knife slowly pierced into Qin Yan's flesh.

Qin Yan was even more sad:

"Xingchen, I'm in pain."

Qu Xingchen's arm was strong, and the tip of the knife was plunged into Qin Yan's chest. Blood spattered out and drenched Qu Xingchen's face.

Qin Yan's whole body suddenly melted like ice and snow, and his familiar magnetic voice became distorted and harsh:

"why--"

Qu Xingchen let go, and took a step back in disgust:

"why?"

He sneered:

"Who is a good brother to him? We've always had a relationship in bed—"

After the words fell, the melting and distorted figure disappeared, the utility knife fell to the ground, and the blood splattered on Qu Xingchen's face disappeared.

The sound of steady footsteps came, step by step, very familiar.

Qu Xingchen looked up and saw Qin Yan coming out from the corner, holding a tattered book in his hand, his fingertips trembling undetectably, and a thin bloodstain on his cheek.

Qin Yan's eyes fell on Qu Xingchen, searching bit by bit:

"You met 'me'?"

Qu Xingchen answered irrelevant questions:

"You are hurt?"

Qin Yan raised his hand to touch the thin bloodstain on his cheek, and narrowed his eyes:

"A little wound."

Qu Xingchen walked towards Qin Yan, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and asked softly:

"Hurt by 'me'?"

Qin Yan lowered his head, only Qu Xingchen was in his eyes.

"You know, you've always been my weakness, and always will be."

Qu Xingchen blinked, and his curled eyelashes almost touched Qin Yan's skin, "Tsk."

The next moment, the warm and wet touch ran across the bloodstains on Qin Yan's cheeks, causing slight itching and tingling.

Qin Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes were dark and opaque, and the hand hanging by his side was slowly lifted up, about to fall to Qu Xingchen's waist.

But he didn't want Qu Xingchen to leave first, and casually wiped the water mark on his lips with his thumb, his eyes fixed on Qin Yan:

"Just sanitizing."

Qin Yan turned his eyes sideways, and handed the book in his hand to Qu Xingchen:

"If you're right, yours is the top, and mine is the bottom."

Qu Xingchen took the book and flipped through it a few times:

"It's a handwritten autobiography and needs to be looked at carefully."

Qin Yan pushed aside the sleeves between his wrists, revealing a cheap watch:

"Now is not the time. Immediately practice between classes, and you have to go."

Qu Xingchen returned the two books to Qin Yan, and watched Qin Yan stuff the two books into the inner pocket of the black coat as if by magic.

Noticing Qu Xingchen's gaze, Qin Yan lifted the coats on both sides and faced Qu Xingchen:

"Come in for a while?"

Qu Xingchen immediately looked away, and the two took the elevator downstairs again.

This time the elevator was not so safe, the elevator went down to the first floor, and the elevator door was still open for a long time.

The ever-bright lights kept flickering, and the bloodstains hanging on the walls came alive, crawling upwards and gathering.

Qu Xingchen and Qin Yan stood side by side, looking at the shadow reflected on the metal door. The shadow grew bigger and bigger, gradually growing twisted limbs.

Qin Yan suddenly put his hand on Qu Xingchen's shoulder, and breathed warmly in his ear:

"do not be afraid."

The lights flickered more and more intensely, there was a rustling sound above the head, and the crimson piece of meat suddenly jumped down.

Qin Yan raised his hand, and the scream almost pierced the eardrums. The pieces of meat exploded and splashed, hit the surrounding metal walls, and slowly slid down, but not a single drop of blood splashed on Qu Xingchen and Qin Yan.

The lights returned to normal, the elevator doors opened, and Qin Yan walked out with his arms around Qu Xingchen's shoulders.

After getting out of the elevator, Qu Xingchen swung Qin Yan's arm away and looked at his palm.

Qin Yan spread out his palms, a ball of ashes from burning paper in his palms:

"A small prop can only be used once."

Qu Xingchen asked: "props?"

Qin Yan took out a transparent and round stone from his pocket and placed it in Qu Xingchen's palm:

"Each world has a probability of obtaining props, pay attention to them, some are useless, some are very useful, but most of them have the number of uses."

Qu Xingchen held the transparent stone and brought it close to his eyes. The stone was very pure without any impurities, and he could clearly see Qin Yan standing in front of him from inside.

"What's the use of that?" he asked.

Qin Yan turned around: "It's pretty, just like you."

Qu Xingchen glared at Qin Yan's back, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up.

At this time, the radio rang.

Like all schools, the sound of the exercise bell echoed in the silent campus. Qu Xingchen quickly overtook Qin Yan and walked into the playground first.

The playground was empty, Qu Xingchen stood alone in the middle of the playground, Qin Yan stood in the teaching building, took one last look at Qu Xingchen, turned and left.

Soon, the other six transfer students walked out of the teaching building together.

Except for their ugly faces, they still have all beards and tails.

Seeing Qu Xingchen, Yuan Xue stepped over and asked him:

"What's going on with you?"

Qu Xingchen let go of the transparent stone in his pocket, and grabbed the corner of Yuan Xue's clothes:

"Like, like, nothing happened."

Yuan Xue's complexion was not very good, she looked around warily, then tipped her feet to Qu Xingchen's ear and asked softly:

"Tell me honestly, do you know the new teacher?"

The loudspeaker that played music in a loop suddenly made a harsh and sharp noise. Everyone covered their ears with their hands and looked at the loudspeaker above their heads.

Qu Xingchen also covered his ears to avoid Yuan Xue's question.

Yuan Xue covered her ears and stood back to the front. Her number plate was number three, so she stood in the third position.

The rest of the people stood in a row according to their numbers, Qu Xingchen stood at the end, and at the end, he moved slightly to the right.

The noise subsided, the music stopped, and a familiar voice sounded:

"——the eighth set of radio gymnastics—the times are calling!"

"One two three four five six seven eight, two two three four five six seven eight..."

Yuan Xue was in her third year of high school, and she was very familiar with this, so she immediately followed suit, and her movements were standard and neat.

The rest of the people imitated Yuan Xue's movements one after another, and Qu Xingchen was another person with very standard and skilled movements.

The silent woman in the seventh row looked back at him, Qu Xingchen bent his outstretched arms, and asked weakly:

"What, what are you doing?"

The silent woman withdrew her gaze, and waved her arms stiffly at Yuan Xue in front of her.

Qu Xingchen lowered his head and saw the messy ground of the loess playground.

Around them, countless pairs of footprints are constantly changing, as if countless people are doing radio gymnastics at the same time, but there is no sound.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one who discovered this.

Qin Yazhi, who was number four in front, screamed, stopped doing exercises and crouched on the ground with her head in her arms.