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"Oh? As far as I know, her grades are not bad."

As soon as she said this, Wen Yu was 100% sure that she already knew it was him, so he turned around and said to her, "It's me, it's me, I'm a thief, so I'll give you back the new one..."

The people in the class are concentrating on their self-study, and no one pays attention to their whispering.

Song Qiulin pinched her face, and exerted a little force with his fingers, knowing that the lump of cheek flesh was puffed up, "What are you going to do with it, just tell me no."

Wen Yu glanced at her quickly, then lowered her head guiltyly, she hadn't smelled that smell recently, but C Meng worked harder and harder, every morning when she woke up, her body was warm and her face was dry. Even cold water could not quench the warmth, and she was so excited that she could dance ten sets of radio gymnastics in a row.

Then she realized that as long as she was closer to Song Qiu, she would feel better, so she found an excuse to ask her some questions.

She could still fool around during the day, but she still felt very uncomfortable when she got home at night, so she had no choice but to use the substitutes she bought for Song Qiulin's items that smelled of her.

And after committing crimes many times, she has gained experience. The pen is the most frequently used object in a day by Song Qiulin, and it is also the best thing to steal. The more she changes, the more excited she becomes, and she doesn't notice when she shows her flaws.

"Let me tell you directly, can you not treat me as a pervert?"

"I've said it before." Song Qiulin moved her fingers slightly and turned the pen, and the black pen danced and bloomed between her fingers. "Besides, it's not the first time I've seen it. Song Zhou also has the same problem."

"Your sister...is also suffering from this kind of disease, so it's not my sister who is clinging to her?"

Song Qiulin looked at her quietly.

Wen Yu tried to figure everything out by himself. Song Qiulin thought that he was also mentally ill, that's why he indulged her excessive behavior from the very beginning.

perfect!

Then she took advantage of the opportunity to pretend that she was sick, and took the opportunity... Thinking about it, Wen Yu began to rub his hands in anticipation.

"At the same table." She frowned and looked down at Fan, her voice was weak, she was covering her chest with one hand as if she was going to faint in a second, "To tell you the truth, my illness has gotten worse recently, and I can't help it more I want to be close to you."

"But I know that you are considerate, you are kind, and you are willing to help others. You will not guard against whether I don't care about it."

Song Qiulin propped his head on one hand, with interest hidden in his eyes, he quietly waited for Wen Yu to finish his tricks before speaking, "Well, this little mouth can talk, you've finished talking, I can't say anything."

"Then..." Wen Yu tentatively said, "You're still willing to continue this good character of being helpful, right?"

Song Qiulin smiled, and raised his chin towards her, "Write quickly."

The plan was exposed without being scolded, and a big deal was exchanged. Wen Yu grinned and grabbed the pen, and covered the place where Song Qiulin held it with his fingertips just now, as if her body temperature was still there, grinding away the slight itching in his heart .

The nature of human beings really pushes one's feet. What should I do if my deskmate is so good, but she becomes more greedy.

……

There is not much time left before the monthly exam. Wen Yu originally wanted to ask for a leave of absence from the live broadcast, but found that the friendly match competition criteria also required the average daily live broadcast time of the anchor, so she had to temporarily change the plan - live broadcast Do questions.

[Is Ruan Ruan a science student?The question looks difficult. 】

[The voice of the pencil is also awesome!Heavier and heavier!Don't be afraid to abuse my ears! 】

【well!Another crazy aunt...]

When Wen Yu was concentrating on her homework, she seldom talked, and she never cared about the content on the bullet screen. She typed a line on the screen, "Make up the time for the live broadcast, concentrate on the questions and not open for business", and then deserted with peace of mind, but did not forget A mosaic was made for the title of the test paper, so as not to be stripped of the three-dimensional vest.

When she was writing the last question of the physics paper, her speed of writing slowed down significantly. She deleted, deleted and corrected several times, and reluctantly put the pen into her mouth, thinking and biting.

[Ruan Ruan don't bite the tip of the pen, it's dirty (I really worry about being an aunt)]

【Stuck? 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many physics 】

Wen Yu rubbed her eyes, stood up and planned to pour a glass of water. When she was trapped by a question, she would walk around to change her thinking mode, so as not to be stuck in a dead end and unable to get out.

After taking a sip of ice water, she felt her head clearer. She went back to the computer and accidentally scanned the barrage, and a line of words with colorful glare special effects came into view.

[Autumn: The 2016xx provincial simulation volume has a similar body shape. 】

[Boss Qiu is here! 】

[I squatted next door for a long time and didn't find anyone, but I did squat here hahahaha, I'm such a clever little ghost. 】

[Suddenly discovered that these days, as long as Ruanruan does not broadcast live, Boss Qiu does not broadcast live, have I discovered Huadian? 】

[Auntie upstairs, I agree with you! 】

Wen Yu didn't care about how Qiu knew this for the time being. She looked through the paper given by the old witch before, and she really found it. Li Yanran helped write the paper back then, so she didn't remember the questions.

"Thank you." The girl in the camera smiled with a clear voice.

After clearing her mind, she unwrapped the test paper.

Afterwards, as long as Wen Yu's pen pauses for a moment, Qiu will leave a message below to give advice, sometimes telling her a similar question type, sometimes a formula, without saying much, but there is a way to separate other bullet screens of interaction.

This is a scene of dog abuse for the people who eat melons, but it is a long-lost carnival for cp fans.

Song Qiulin on the other side of the barrage was indeed doing these papers at the same time as Wen Yu, and the speed was faster than Wen Yu. She put down the pen after solving a difficult problem, stared at the screen and waited. Wen Yu, who was stumped, boarded patiently for a while before giving a reminder.

He stared at the tip of the pen stuffed in the girl's mouth. Not surprisingly, it should be the ones that were stolen out of her drawer.

There's no way, if she keeps watching, there won't be many pens enough for Wen Yu to bite.

When the girl is lost in thought, she will habitually press the tip of her pale pink tongue against it, and her slightly parted lips reveal neat white teeth.

Song Qiulin pressed her lips thoughtfully, as if the heat from that day's touch was still on them, her eyes gradually dimmed, she picked up her phone and sent a message to the opposite party.

Qiu: Don't bite the pen, it's dirty.

Seeing the message on the lit screen, Wen Yu quickly removed the pen from his mouth, "Oh."

【oh?Who are you talking to, Wen Ruanruan, you openly deserted during the live broadcast, let me check my phone, which vixen it is! 】

[Boss Qiu is still here! 】

Wen Yu took the time to glance at the barrage that was obviously refreshed faster, and pointed his phone at the camera in disapproval, "Hey, the vixen you want to see."

[I'm bah bah bah!Boss Qiu is not a vixen, he is the principal! 】

[Don't talk about it in the barrage, go to wx to whisper, I seem to...]

[Hahaha, Qiu Tedi said in private, and was released directly by Wen Ruanruan, a slut, I would be so mad if I wanted to. 】

【Only I care about how to add to the warm and soft wx...】

[Qiu: The position on the list surpasses me before I say it]

[Thanks to Boss Qiu, cut off my idea:)]

"Qiu, why are you scaring them?" Wen Yu watched with relish, the corners of his lips curled up, "wx doesn't add anyone, the same goes for you joining the fan group."

I don’t even mention how she and Qiu joined her in the first place. Now that I think about it, it’s a little strange, but one day I suddenly saw it in the friend request, and I passed it in a good mood that day.

Really... everything is a coincidence.

Before the live broadcast, Wen Yu said good night with the earphones and the bullet screen, then turned off the live broadcast and went to wash up.

Qiu seems to have a good understanding with her. In the past two days, Wen Yu has been preparing for the monthly exam, so she doesn't urge her to go to game training.

Every night, she would regularly interact with her on the barrage, and persisted until the end of the monthly exam.

This made her feel that Qiu's sense of mystery is stronger. She thinks that her brain is not bad enough, but Qiu's level is far more than that. She seems to be a powerful living question bank. The answer, sometimes when Wen Yu wants to start for a long time, she can say it right away.

This perverted problem-solving speed reminded her of the robot at the same table.

Just as he thought of Song Qiulin, the cell phone rang.

【Smelly fart at the same table】

Wen Yu stared at the note, nodded, affirming himself in his heart, "Well, this note fully shows my love for my deskmate."

But... At this time, it's not about asking her a question, is it?The monthly exams are over.

……

Song Qiulin found that the effect of sleeping pills seemed to be stronger than she had imagined. She couldn't even wake up the alarm clock when she was in a light sleep, and Wen Ziyang even needed to knock on the door to call her.

Every morning when she wakes up, she will feel like her body is overused, her muscles are sore, and her brain will be swollen and painful, just like the feeling after a hangover.

She didn't care about these things, but when she habitually opened the cabinet door on the sink in the morning and saw the bottle of perfume intact, she almost thought she was hallucinating.

She threw away the perfume the first time, but it was still in place the next day.

She asked Song Zhou to rule out the possibility that she misplaced it, and then Song Qiulin remembered the bag of powder, so she asked Song Zhou for the test results.

Test results showed that those dark brown powder is natural musk.

Natural musk is a contraband, but it can be extracted from artificial musk musk. However, Song Qiulin remembered clearly that day the teller specially emphasized that this bottle of perfume used artificial musk.

She pinched the powder in her hand and was lost in thought. If this was the case, it would not be surprising that Wen Yu would lose control like that that day. Originally, she was still wondering how artificial musk could have such a strong effect.

It's just that she couldn't make a reasonable explanation for these powders appearing in her home.

Holding the sixth sense of unknown origin, she began to resist sleep, and was a little afraid of seeing the perfume bottle in the cabinet again when she woke up the next day. It seemed to be a struggle with a force in her brain, but the more this happened, it seemed that the other party's attack The stronger she was, the perennial insomnia would actually cause her to pass out due to drowsiness.

Eventually, she set up a video camera in the room, only to be taken aback when she got up the next day to check it out.

She saw herself sleeping on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, then stood up, and turned off the camera with her own hands.

……

Wen Ziyang was woken up by Song Qiulin's phone call in his sleep. Looking at the time, it was around 50:[-].

"Hello?" Although she was very sleepy, she still got up and turned on the light, "What's the matter?"

"Doctor Wen, I have something to ask you."

Wen Ziyang frowned, "What's wrong?"

"What are the symptoms of sleepwalking, can you tell me in detail." The person opposite took a deep breath and turned off the camera. She felt that she was strange and terrifying in the dark.

Wen Ziyang didn't answer her question immediately, but instead said, "You haven't come to the hospital these days, are you not taking enough sleeping pills?"

"I don't need sleeping pills." Song Qiulin paused, and then said, "Don't tell Song Zhou either."

Wen Ziyang pondered for a while, "As your attending doctor, I have the right to keep your privacy, but as a family member, Song Zhou also needs to know about your situation."

She lowered her voice, "Qiu Lin, you need help."

"I don't need help." On the other side of the phone, Song Qiulin's eyes were terribly calm, "Please tell me what disease I have."

"I'm not 100% sure yet, it's just a preliminary guess, you pick a time to come..."

"Thank you." Song Qiulin suddenly interrupted her with a strange tone, "I see."

Looking at the blacked-out screen, Wen Ziyang felt uneasy, and she quickly called Song Zhou.

"Go to Qiulin's room and see how she is doing."

Song Zhou went to the door of Song Qiulin's room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Song Qiulin?" There was still no response.

"How is it?" Wen Ziyang asked on the other end.

"no response."

"I'll come over."

Wen Ziyang hurriedly got out of bed and got dressed. When he went downstairs, he passed by Wen Yu's door. Seeing that her light was still on, he went in and wanted to urge her to sleep, but she was on the phone with someone.

"Who are you calling so late and still not sleeping?"

Wen Yu turned on the screen for her, with an innocent expression on her face, she was caught by Wen Ziyang before she could say a word, "I'm at the same table, she said she has something to ask me, and I'll go to sleep after hearing what she said." .”

"Your sister?" Song Qiulin's voice came from the opposite side.

Wen Yu hummed.

"Give her the phone."

"Sister, she asked you to answer the phone."

Wen Ziyang took a tight breath, took the phone and leaned it to his ear.

"Doctor Wen, hello."

It was Song Qiulin's voice, but her tone was completely different from her calm tone, with a light and floating ending, as if through the telephone receiver, one could imagine the charming appearance of the other party's lips curling into a smile.