I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

In November, F City, which claims to be like spring all year round, unexpectedly experienced a snowfall.

The snow was not heavy, and it was only a thin layer on the ground. It was not enough to build a snowman, but it was enough to make F Gao's group of big friends who hadn't seen snow for many years excited.

Not to mention the excitement of the students, even the teacher on the podium couldn't help turning his head and looking out the window when he paused after finishing a question.

The arrival of Chuxue dispelled most of the haze caused by studying during this period of time, even Ling Xing was no exception.

Except on the mobile phone and TV, Ling Xing has forgotten when she saw the snow last time, and she really wants to go out and feel the snow up close.

Zeng Zhile obviously had the same idea as Ling Xing, she quickly wrote a line on the draft paper, and pushed it between their desks.

Ling Xing leaned over to take a look, Zeng Zhile wrote: It would be great if the snow was bigger, they could get together and have a snowball fight.

Few of the children in the south have really seen the snow.

This class was particularly tough, and the students were almost stretching their necks like giraffes.

The snowflakes outside are getting smaller and smaller, and the surrounding scene is getting whiter and whiter.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. It has been a long time since school started, and it may be the first time today that the students in the class rushed out of the classroom before the teacher said 'end of get out of class'.

But the teacher doesn't mind, he himself is looking forward to feeling the snow from a distance.

The first snow is beautiful.

When Ling Xing heard Qiu Yilin talking with the system before, she said that she was the heroine in the book when she was in the first snow, and finally realized how much she likes Ji Yan belatedly.

But in the current situation, if it is possible, Ling Xing doesn't even want to see Ji Yan, let alone realize that he likes him.

There is only 10 minutes of recess between classes, but the happiness is doubled.

Although the snow is getting smaller and smaller, it is still falling.

So few people chose to take a break during today's lunch break.

Zeng Zhile is discussing with Ling Xing what gifts to give each other.

They heard that at the beautiful moment of Chuxue, giving gifts to close friends or loved ones represents the blessings from Chuxue.

Reluctantly can be regarded as a more meaningful thing, right?

The snow fell very suddenly. Before the snow fell, even if the students read the weather forecast, many of them did not believe that the snow would be on their side.

It is precisely because of this that few people think of preparing gifts in advance.

Fortunately, the gift does not mean that it will be delivered to the other party today. They said that blessings are counted before the snow melts.

In the class, there were only gifts prepared in advance by Qiu Yilin, who was familiar with the plot, and gave the gifts to Ji Yan after school.

Ji Yan saw the gift in Qiu Yilin's hand, and subconsciously glanced at Ling Xing. In his eyes, the relationship between him and Ling Xing was easing day by day during this period.

He also knew that Qiu Yilin was the fuse of the previous conflict between them.

Ling Xing didn't look at him, she and Zeng Zhile were talking to Lu Qianmo at the front table, looking very energetic.

Qiu Yilin maintained a smile at the corner of her mouth, and continued to hold the gift in her hand, and there were even more students in the class who were looking at them vaguely.

Ling Xing clearly has some classmates discussing——

"Does Qiu Yilin like Ji Yan?"

"Huh? It's so obvious, you just saw it? I saw it a long time ago."

"Then she also reported Ling Xing's puppy love with Luoshen before? Is this impure thief calling catch a thief?"

"Then who knows? But I think Ling Xing and Luoshen should be fine."

"I also think that the most important thing is to communicate in studies. Besides, don't they still participate in the debate competition together? There must be a lot of topics to discuss."

"Now I want to know, what gift will I give Network God tomorrow?"

"What a coincidence, I also want to give it to him, and I also thought that if I can be blessed by the god of learning, then my grades will skyrocket?"

"..."

How could there be the word "rejection" in Ji Yan's dictionary?

After hesitating for a moment, he still stretched out his hand to take the gift from Qiu Yilin's hand, and thanked Qiu Yilin generously.

Qiu Yilin also blinked at Chong Jiyan, pretending to be mischievous: "I hope to receive your blessing as well."

Ji Yan nodded, slightly raised his lips: "Yes."

"yue!"

In front of Qiu Yilin's front desk, Tian Jiayun deliberately vomited. The classroom was not too noisy, and this sound was quite obvious.

Tian Jiayun sneered: "It's strange, it's okay, why did you get disgusted?"

Qiu Yilin's expression darkened.

……

If Chuxue received the most gifts that day, it would have to be Su Qingluo.

During this period of time, Su Qingluo's reputation in the school was really too loud. During a get out of class break, there were as many girls who asked students from Class [-] and [-] to put gifts on his desk.

Every time Su Qingluo came back and looked at the mountain of presents on the table, she became irritable again.

Although most of the students came here because of his reputation as a god, but he always handles it himself, which is a bit annoying...

Different classmates delivered gifts to Su Qingluo for others. During this period, Ling Xing also handed Su Qingluo a small gift box he had prepared.

Su Qingluo was a little numb to accepting the gift, he thought that Ling Xing was passing it on for someone else, and threw the gift into the trash can as before.

Ling Xing: "..."

Su Qingluo, well done!

In the last class in the afternoon, Su Qingluo suddenly and quietly handed Ling Xing an exquisite gift box.

Seeing Ling Xing accepting it with bent eyes, Su Qingluo stretched out her hand unceremoniously: "Where's mine?"

Ling Xing pursed her lips, remembering how he didn't look at the gift when he threw it, and she felt a little blocked, so she kept silent.

Su Qingluo thought she was unprepared, so she muttered "Little heartless" to herself, then lowered her head and continued to brush up the questions.

Who can tolerate this kind of misunderstanding?

Ling Xing knocked on Su Qingluo's desk with his finger bones. When he looked up, she looked past him to see the trash can in the corner of the classroom, and motioned him to look over it too.

Following her line of sight, Su Qingluo looked like a trash can, and it took only a few seconds for him to realize that his face was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

"Thrown by me?!"

It was obviously a rhetorical question, but he was sure of it in his tone.

Ling Xing nodded.

Su Qingluo's unbelievable eyes fell on the trash can again.

As clean and luxurious as Su Qingluo, he would definitely not be able to rummage through the trash can, so he threw the pen in his hand angrily: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ling Xing was a little speechless, and handed it to him, what else should I say?

She still explained: "...a surprise."

Su Qingluo, who usually rushed out of the classroom very early until school was over, didn't move at all today.

Ling Xing packed up his books, and when he turned around, he saw him propping his head on one hand, while spinning a pen with the other hand in boredom.

She asked suspiciously, "Are you still leaving?"

Su Qingluo raised her eyes to look at her, then lowered her eyes to avoid her sight, and said softly, "You go first, I still have something to do."

Ling Xing couldn't figure out what could happen to him, but seeing him like this probably wasn't something to worry about.

Unexpectedly, that night, the group without a class teacher exploded directly.

Zeng Zhile and Xia Nianchu are even more crazy in the group @lingxing.

Ling Xing swiped for a long time, but couldn't reach the one who sent the message at first, so she directly asked Zeng Zhile, who had eaten the melon, alone.

Ling Xing: 【What happened in the group? 】

Zeng Zhile: [You still don't know? 】

Then Zeng Zhile directly threw an 11-second voice.

Zeng Zhile: [Tonight the fat man walked halfway from school and found something left in the classroom. He turned around to look for it, but do you know what he saw? 】

This guy spoke half of his words, and the other half still whetted her appetite.

Ling Xing: [So, what did he see? 】

What Zeng Zhile sent was still voice, but this time her voice was a little lower.

Zeng Zhile: [He saw our network god, looking through the trash can! ! !Wahahaha~]

Ling Xing stared at the line for a long time, and slowly typed a few words: [Really? 】

Zeng Zhile: [The fat man kept rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Let me tell you, at first the students in the group didn’t believe his words, until he posted a selfie in the group, his eyes really turned red from his rubbing It's swollen...]

Ling Xing looked at the line of words converted into text, wanted to laugh but couldn't, feeling quite mixed in his heart.

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