I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Two minutes after the bell rang for the end of the first period, Liang Ke appeared at the door of the second and third classrooms.

The girl sitting in the front row called Ling Xing for her at the top of her voice: "Ling Xing, someone is looking for you—"

Hearing someone called Ling Xing, Su Qingluo looked up subconsciously, and her reaction was faster than when Ling Xing heard her own name.

The weather was still very cold, Ling Xing walked out of the classroom, and at a glance he saw Liang Ke who was wrapping himself into a ball and kept breathing into his palms.

I remember someone once said that the coldness in the south is different from that in the north, and the coldness in the north is straight and cold, not to mention freezing people, everything can freeze;

The coldness in the south is different. Sometimes the temperature is obviously not too low, but it can freeze people to the point where they can't move their hands and feet.

The cold in the south is damp and cold to the bone.

There is no doubt that Liang is terribly cold, very terrified.

Hearing Ling Xing's voice calling her, she put down her hands and put them in her pockets, revealing her head under the furry hat, her little face was flushed red from the cold, which was more exaggerated than the blush she usually put on.

Although Ling Xing also felt cold, but not to the exaggerated level of Liang Ke, so she questioned her soul: "Is it that cold..."

Without saying a word, Liang Ke stretched out his hand from his pocket and grasped Ling Xing's hand hanging by his side.

Liang Ke's hand was as warm as ice balls, and Ling Xing shivered from the cold stimulation: "Why are you so cold?"

"Hey!" Liang Ke withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, sighing leisurely: "I'm always afraid of the cold, and it just happens to be my menstrual period these two days."

Ling Xing had no choice but to resort to the scumbag's quotations: "Then you...drink more hot water."

There is nothing that a cup of hot water can't solve the problem, if it can't, then two cups.

Liang Ke shook his head: "The hot water is not real, I'd better listen to Lele, post some warm baby."

Lele?

The relationship between the two is already so good, it's no wonder that they are familiar with Zeng Zhile.

Liang Ke's class is far away from the second and third classes, and the break time is only 10 minutes. Now is not the time to chat.

She took out two small gift boxes from her pocket like a magic trick and handed them to Ling Xing, one blue and one pink.

Ling Xing reached out to take it and thanked him.

The girl's delicate face is half hidden under the furry hat, and one can see a hint of shyness spreading on her face: "The pink one is for you, and the blue one is for..."

"I know," Ling Xing took her unfinished words, "The blue is for my brother."

Liang Ke became even more shy when he heard the words, and his two big eyes flashed several times: "Will that brother..."

return gift?

It's hard to say, whether Shi Shu will accept Liang Ke's gift is another matter.

After all, in the past so many years, Shi Shu has never had a friend, and he doesn't need a friend. He walks alone all day long, as if he is used to living alone.

Ling Xing didn't dare to promise easily, he just said: "Just wait for me, I also have a gift for you."

"Xingxing," Liang Ke called her hastily, and she asked, "Your presents are all refills, right?"

Ling Xing: "..."

Knowing too much may not be a good thing for you.

Who told the story that she only gave pen refills as gifts?

Liang Ke's attitude was very sincere: "Forget it, don't give it to me, I hardly write, it's too wasteful."

Back in the classroom, Ling Xing put the gift from Liang Ke into a shoulder bag, still wondering whether Shi Shu would accept Liang Ke's gift, how sad it would be if Liang Ke didn't accept it?

This doesn't seem to be the key point. The key point is that she is Liang Ke's wingman...

Cough, Shi Shu treats her very well, he has almost no temper, but this is also because she is his younger sister, if it's about love...

Wouldn't it be bad for her step-sister to intervene rashly?

Shi Shu has a good temper, but it is not without temper, and he is soft-tempered, but he is not easy to handle.

Ling Xing suddenly regretted it a little bit. Today she helped Liang Ke pass on a gift, and she might not have breakfast when she wakes up tomorrow morning.

Ling Xing lay on the desk for a while, and when she turned around, she saw her deskmate Zeng Zhile looking back frequently today, with a somewhat speechless expression.

Not only Zeng Zhile, but also Lu Qianmo at the front table who doesn't like to gossip, also started to turn their heads to look behind frequently.

See who goes without saying.

Outstanding people always get too much attention, not to mention that Su Qingluo is so outstanding that he is called the "God of Learning" by his peers, which shows how much honor he has been awarded.

Ling Xing also turned his head and looked back following their line of sight.

Uh... It's nothing more than surprise, astonishment, curiosity and other emotions written on their faces.

It's nothing else, it's just that the powder puff and purple ballpoint pen in Su Qingluo's hand is too... coquettish.

It's totally out of tune with his aloof academic personality.

Ling Xing felt that the pen in Su Qingluo's hand was very familiar. When she gave the thousand refills, she seemed to have thrown in a few pen cases.

At that time, out of the mentality of teasing Su Qingluo, the pen shells she put in were pink and tender, and they were the style that younger girls liked. She felt that style was childish and would not use it anymore. .

Su Qingluo actually knows how to use it? !

Wait, does Su Qingluo usually write during recess?

No, not to mention the recess time, he seldom writes even during class time, and tries his best not to write when he can.

Why a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, for him it is like farting!

So, what is he writing about?

The bell for class is ringing, but it doesn't affect Ling Xing to look back.

The distance between the front and back desks was close enough that when she turned around, she saw Su Qingluo's well-written notebook, and he was extracting the composition materials.

Line by line, the excerpts are extremely serious.

In the two months since the start of school, the Chinese teacher has praised Su Qingluo's composition level more than once, and he is also a model for his composition, and has told the students several times.

Su Qingluo did read some material books related to writing, but he just read them and never made any excerpts or records.

Couldn't this be really stimulated by her pen refill?

The English teacher was still talking to Sister Yu who was going to class [-] and [-] outside the corridor. Ling Xing took this opportunity to tap Su Qingluo's desk lightly with his finger bones.

Not only Su Qingluo looked up, but even his deskmate Pei Yan also looked at Ling Xing.

Although Zeng Zhile didn't look back, she stretched her ears while leaning back quietly.

Su Qingluo's eyes were dark when he focused on people, especially when he looked at Ling Xing: "Huh?"

Ling Xing's eyes fell on the pen in his hand, and his voice lowered a lot: "Don't you think this pen doesn't match your temperament?"

She almost asked the question that the whole class wanted to ask. For a while, many students turned into rabbits with long ears.

Even Ji Yan was reminded by the monkey, and he straightened his lips and looked towards Ling Xing and Su Qingluo.

It's a pity that the voices of the two were so low that they couldn't hear them at a distance.

Su Qingluo looked at the pink and purple pen in his hand with half-lidded eyelids. The pen twirled around twice in his knuckle-boned palm, and was held in a convenient writing position again.

The boy raised his eyes again, and there was a slight light in his black eyes.

"I don't think so," he said.

Ling Xing blinked his eyes twice, and didn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth: "Then... I still have this kind of pen case at home, do you still want it?"

Su Qingluo was startled, then the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "I want what you give."

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