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There are still two days before the rematch, and the betting post in the school bar has not been quiet for a long time, but it was pushed to the latest and hottest again.

It's just that the speeches on the new floor are completely different from the previous ones. Almost all the students who have poured in now are new students who have never participated in the bet. Who can't see the current situation?

There were very few students who praised the stinky feet of No. [-] Middle School, and now their speeches were all related to Su Qingluo.

Level 2143: We have a network god here, so what is He Qin?

Building 2145: The network god is very powerful, but the performance of the other three students is also good.

Building 2158: I look at the front, before so many people bet that the No. [-] middle school will win, why don't they stand up and fart now?

Building 2160: @2158 floor, brother, they must be using eggs at home to reduce swelling on the face.

Building 2161: If the upstairs can talk, talk more, hahaha.

Building 2163: I don't understand, why do they say that they use eggs at home to reduce swelling on the face?

Building 2164: Look, there is an honest man upstairs, let's bully him.

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It was precisely because of paying attention to the school bar that, except for Su Qingluo, several students who participated in the competition felt great pressure.

Especially Zhang Wenhao is the most serious, he is not strong psychologically, not to mention the students in the class who bet on him to win put pressure on him, hooking his shoulders and smilingly asking him to guarantee that he will win this game.

As long as F Gao wins this wave, their bet will be completely stable.

Zhang Wenhao doesn't like to do things he is not sure about, how could he guarantee to win?

He couldn't guarantee it, so he was pissed off by his classmates.

So two days before the competition, in Mr. Su's class, and during the debate session, Zhang Wenhao suddenly turned his head and retched.

He was so stressed that he started throwing up.

Teacher Su immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, and he didn't have time to pursue Ji Yan's failure again today.

He hurriedly called Lao Wu, and then the two left the classroom together.

Teacher Su and Lao Wu didn't know what they had discussed, and the school suddenly decided to give them four days off.

Zhang Wenhao knew that the vacation was decided temporarily because of him. With a white face, he patted his chest and assured the teacher that he could continue to attend classes.

Old Wu didn't speak, sighed and patted Zhang Wenhao's shoulder lightly.

Teacher Su also came over. He was usually a very strict little old man when he was giving lectures, but if he smiled kindly, he laughed now: "Student Wen Hao, don't put too much pressure on yourself, just treat it as an ordinary competition. You should take a good rest and adjust your emotions these two days, so that you can have more energy on the day of the competition."

Zhang Wenhao's lips trembled a little, and his voice was not as clear as before: "We are resting at this juncture, are we really okay?"

His voice was very low, as if he was asking Teacher Su, or himself.

The smile on Teacher Su's face was slightly restrained, and then the smile deepened with encouragement: "It's okay, the students from the No. [-] Middle School in the city will also come to us today, we will compete with them fairly, and we will not involve them."

"That's right," Old Wu finally answered, "Don't let them say that we were still studying two days before the competition, and we won't win by force."

Zhang Wenhao should have believed it, he nodded, and replied in a low voice: "Good teacher, I understand."

Before Teacher Su and Lao Wu left the classroom, they called Su Qingluo away.

Of course, he still remembered Su Qingluo's rules, and when he called him away, he also brought Ji Yan with him.

At this time, the students were still in class, and Ling Xing wanted to go back to the classroom to continue the class, but Mr. Wu and Teacher Su clearly stipulated that they should not enter the classroom again, and go home to have a good rest.

She had no choice but to walk to the school gate together with Zhang Wenhao. During the period, she did not forget to comfort Zhang Wenhao: "After all, you are No. 1 in the liberal arts class. If you don't have confidence in yourself, then let's not mention it."

Zhang Wenhao smiled and said nothing.

For some reason, this young man who was still high-spirited a few days ago seemed to have bent his back these two days.

Until the two walked out of the school gate, Zhang Wenhao suddenly stopped and said suddenly: "Ling Xing, they all said that you and Ji Yan grew up together as childhood sweethearts, so you... really know Ji Yan?"

Ling Xing was keenly aware that something was wrong with Zhang Wenhao's words, she thought about it all over, and finally just nodded: "I have known him since childhood, but I don't know him very well."

What she knew about Ji Yan was that Ji Yan was a central air conditioner. It was ridiculous that she hadn't discovered the essence of Ji Yan's central air conditioner before Qiu Yilin appeared.

Zhang Wenhao nodded, he was full of thoughts and didn't speak any more, and soon came to a fork in the intersection, he waved goodbye to Ling Xing, and left in a hurry.

Ling Xing stared at the back of Zhang Wenhao going away for a long time, she felt that Zhang Wenhao's abnormality should have an inseparable relationship with Ji Yan.

No, what did Ji Yan do?

Before Ling Xing could figure it out, he heard Su Qingluo's voice behind him.

Ling Xing only thought that he had auditory hallucinations, how could Su Qingluo come out of the office so quickly?

Thinking so, she still stopped and looked back, and sure enough, she saw Su Qingluo not far away striding towards her.

It was the cold winter, but the boy's clothes were thin, and his tall and thin figure was not at all as bloated as the passers-by beside him.

Ling Xing usually spends most of his time studying. Even if he turned around to talk to Su Qingluo, he would either read the questions in the book or look at his face. He never paid attention to his clothes. Only today did he realize that he was wearing so little?

This guy wants style, not temperature.

When Su Qingluo walked in, before he could speak, Ling Xing suddenly reached out and took his hand.

Sure enough, as she expected, the boy's fingertips were icy cold.

Su Qingluo was also taken aback when his hand was suddenly held, he probably didn't realize that there was such a good thing.

However, his reaction speed was also very fast, and he turned back almost immediately, his fingers staggered away from Ling Xing's phalanges one by one, and his ten fingers were tightly clasped with hers.

Cold meets warm, Ling Xing's temperature is transmitted to Su Qingluo's body little by little through the fingertips.

After walking a few steps, Ling Xing looked back, and there was no sign of Ji Yan behind him. Of course, she couldn't ask Su Qingluo why Ji Yan didn't come out with him at this juncture.

Then I changed the subject: "It's so cold, you still wear so little?"

"It's not that cold." Su Qingluo didn't feel cold, nor did she feel that she was wearing less.

The temperature of the hand is as cold as ice, and it is not cold?

Ling Xing shook the hands they held together, and asked again: "What did the teacher tell you to do?"

Su Qingluo was silent for a moment, and the strength in his hands tightened unconsciously. He looked sideways at Ling Xing, and said slowly: "They are worried that I will change my mind temporarily and not participate in the competition."

After all, this happened in Su Qingluo's personal file.

In the second year of junior high school, he was supposed to represent the school in the Mathematical Olympiad, but suddenly disappeared just before the start of the competition, and no one could find him...

The teachers only knew that this incident had happened, but no one was willing to understand the reason why it happened.

So they didn't know that during that time the young Su Qingluo was experiencing bullying, gossip, being ridiculed and isolated due to his background and blood relationship...

Maliciousness suddenly surged, and the reason was unknown. After all, the young Su Qingluo was not strong enough inside. He couldn't bear the constant rumors and cold violence that came at him, so he chose to escape.

Ling Xing could probably guess the reason, so she stopped continuing the topic and asked instead: "Then will you participate in the rematch?"

Su Qingluo looked ahead and didn't respond.

Ling Xing didn't urge him, and looked down at him deliberately slowing down, just to keep up with her pace.

After walking for a while, Su Qingluo suddenly said: "If I win this debate, what reward will you give me?"

Ling Xing was shocked, and his tone was full of doubts: "Did I give the reward?"

The young man suddenly turned cold. He looked at Ling Xing and explained word by word: "Student Ling Xing, don't forget that I participated in the debate competition because of you. If I don't ask you for rewards, who do I ask for?"

There is... makes sense.

Ling Xing was stunned for a while before asking him tentatively: "Then what reward do you want?"

Su Qingluo stared at her for a moment of contemplation, then said inappropriately: "Rewards are naturally up to you, and I'm asking for it, right?"

Ling Xing: "..."

What are you pretending to be?Aren't you fucking begging for it already?

The two continued to walk forward, when Ling Xing reached the door of the house, he let go of the hand he held with Su Qingluo, and was about to say goodbye to him.

Su Qingluo suddenly looked up at the sky, and said, "The weather seems to be getting colder and colder recently."

Hehe, you just said it wasn't that cold.

Ling Xing didn't pour cold water on him, but rubbed his arms crossed: "It's getting colder and colder."

Su Qingluo took a deep look at her, and her voice became hoarse when she spoke again: "Go back and rest early."

Ling Xing looked at his back slowly going away, and thought for a long time before he suddenly realized.

It's cold, is this guy begging for a hug?

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