I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Ever since hearing the electronic sound that reminded Qiu Yilin that she had achieved [-] favorability points in the morning, Ling Xing hadn't heard the electronic sound for a whole day.

While she was relieved, she was also faintly anxious, because she couldn't figure out whether it was the system upgrade that she would never hear again, or whether Qiu Yilin didn't talk to the system at all?

The anxiety didn't last long. Ling Xing was trapped by the additional questions on the math test paper. The draft paper was filled with various ways to solve the problems, and finally the answers were inconsistent.

Tsk!So even if you feel wrong when you calculate the first answer, you shouldn't make it difficult for yourself to calculate it again.

Math problems are indeed the easiest to make people emotionally broken.

Having been suffering for herself for so long, Ling Xing decided to let herself go for the time being. She flipped a new page of draft paper, and when she turned her head, she saw Zeng Zhile, her deskmate, biting the tip of her pen and looking at the test paper, struggling.

Zeng Zhile looks sweet, and when she smiles, there will be two shallow dimples on her cheeks, which is so cute. Now she is frowning tightly, and her puffy appearance looks even cuter.

It is inevitable that people are curious, Ling Xing lowered his eyes and glanced at her test paper.

Good guy, the problem that trapped Zeng Zhile was the same problem that trapped her.

The solution methods Zeng Zhile listed are not less than Ling Xing's. A piece of draft paper is densely filled with numbers, and it is not difficult to see that the results she got in the end are not consistent.

When another completely unfamiliar number came out on the draft paper, Zeng Zhile's patience finally ran out. She threw away the pen in her hand, and wrinkled the math paper with her right hand: "They are all rubbish. ?!"

Within a minute after the words fell, the appointed person smoothed out the crumpled test paper little by little.

Sensing Ling Xing's gaze, Zeng Zhile's face-changing speed was as fast as flipping through a book. She grinned and pushed the crumpled math test paper to the middle of the desk: "This question..."

Ling Xing pushed his test papers over together: "I didn't figure it out either."

The two looked at each other, and Zeng Zhile glanced around the classroom: "Is the teacher here, why don't we ask?"

Great idea, but who to ask?

The second and third classes can be regarded as key classes, there are several in the top ten of the grade, but the first grade is not in their class.

"Forget it, the teacher should explain it tomorrow." Zeng Zhile took the test paper and took out a picture book: "Let's study the blackboard first, and the evaluation will be next Wednesday."

Today is already Tuesday, this Saturday is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the school will be closed for three days. It is not an easy task to draw a blackboard newspaper, and there is not much time left for the two of them.

Zeng Zhile pointed out the selected pictures to Ling Xing: "Sister Yu has seen the pictures I selected, and she has no objection, saying that we are free to play."

Ling Xing also took out his notebook from the hole in the table: "I have excerpted a lot of inspirational stories before, but I haven't asked Yu, Teacher Yu's opinion yet."

Teacher Yu is too young, and it has only been a few days since she took them with this group of students. Some people in the class have already jokingly called her 'Sister Yu'.

"It doesn't matter," Zeng Zhile waved his hand: "Sister Yu said let us play freely, then we can play freely first, if it doesn't work, we can change it later."

Ling Xing nodded: "Let's start after school this afternoon."

Time is too short, she is afraid of accidents.

Especially now that Qiu Yilin has collected 20 favorability points, who knows what she will exchange for electronic music?

Before the rain comes, she has to be prepared.

The school bell rang quickly, and the students left the classroom one after another.

Ji Yan patted Ling Xing's desk lightly with his book, and seeing Ling Xing turned his head to look at him, he laughed, his peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, gentle and handsome, warm and dazzling.

Ling Xing narrowed her eyes slightly, and when she was still wondering if this was the so-called halo of the hero, she heard Ji Yan say: "Xing Xing, let's go home together."

The tone was not negotiable, as if she was sure she would not refuse.

Ling Xing suddenly wanted to laugh, and as soon as the words of refusal came to his lips, the sound of a chair rubbing against the floor suddenly sounded behind him, and a tall and thin figure walked quickly from the aisle between Ling Xing and Ji Yan. Knocked off the book that Ji Yan was holding.

Perhaps hearing the sound of a book falling to the ground, the young man stopped in his tracks. He turned around and looked at Ji Yan. His black eyes, which were so clear that people could sink into them, concealed a rare unruliness in a young man: "Sorry."

Ji Yan glanced at him coldly, but said nothing.

Although Su Qingluo said sorry, she didn't have any sincerity: "A word of caution, the aisle is meant for walking, and your poking head and the book in your hand have taken up public resources."

After all, he didn't wait for Ji Yan to speak, turned and left the classroom, all the way arrogant, without looking at others.

"Pfft!" Zeng Zhile couldn't hold back his laughter, so he quickly covered his mouth, revealing only a pair of crescent-shaped eyes.

The two boys sitting at the front table of Zeng Zhile had already left, the front desk of her front desk heard the voice and looked back, seeing Zeng Zhile, he pushed down his glasses, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, half a smile but not a smile .

It's that tasteless man I met on the playground!

Zeng Zhile felt unlucky and turned her head aside.

Ji Yan's face had completely sunk, and the monkey sitting at the table behind him hurriedly picked up the book on the ground for him, shaking the non-existent soil before handing it to Ji Yan.

Monkey's tablemate Sun Heyu also came over. This guy is a bit fat, in stark contrast to the thin monkey.

Sun Heyu has a thick voice, and he habitually likes to reach out and touch his double chin when he speaks: "Who is this guy? You dragged a bunch of them?"

Monkey snorted a few times in disdain: "It's just a boy with a bad face. I often saw photos comparing him with Brother Yan in the school bar a while ago, but I haven't seen any photos of him now, they are all Brother Yan's... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was forced to stop under Ji Yan's oppressive gaze.

"You go back first Ji Yan," Ling Xing put the packed books on the table, and said: "I still have blackboard newspapers to write."

Ji Yan didn't take Ling Xing's rejection to heart: "It's okay, I'll wait for you here."

What's the matter with love, Ling Xing doesn't bother to say any more.

When he went to the back with the chalk, Ling Xing took another look at Qiu Yilin who had been silent all along.

After school for so long, Qiu Yilin seemed to be packing up her books, but she didn't even put a book in her book bag.

So, what is Qiu Yilin doing?

Are you talking to that electronic voice called the system?Why can't she hear the voice of the conversation?

The flustered little bud in my heart was showing signs of breaking through the ground, and this feeling of being unable to control it was really uncomfortable.

The blackboard at the back had been wiped clean by the student on duty in the front. Zeng Zhile touched his chin and walked back and forth in front of the blackboard twice. Finally, he decided to put the picture on the left side and hand over the right side to Ling Xing to extract inspirational stories and short sentences encouraging learning. .

Just when Ling Xing had finished tracing a large character and was about to write the next one, she heard the long-lost electronic sound again——

"Ding! The system's automatic update is complete, and the multiple-choice exchange mode has been turned on. The host can choose what he wants to exchange at will."

Qiu Yilin breathed a sigh of relief: "System, you are finally back! The heroine is already writing blackboard newspapers, how can I stop her from writing?"

The system calmly gave her an idea: "The host just needs to find a way to make her unable to write."

Qiu Yilin was silent for a while, and then quickly asked: "Is there any way on your side to make her hands hurt so bad that she can't write?"

squeak!

The chalk in Ling Xing's hand broke into two halves due to sudden force.

She calmly turned the remaining half of the chalk in her hand and continued to write.

It is useless to avoid, what should come will always come.