I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

The ear-piercing radio waves had already stopped, but Ling Xing felt that there was still a lingering sound, which lingered in his mind for a long time.

The electronic sound was still soothing Qiu Yilin's emotions stimulated by the sudden radio waves, and she had no time to take care of her for the time being.

Thinking of this, Ling Xing loosened his grip on the ballpoint pen, and the pen fell on the book without making much sound.

The tip of her tongue had been bitten off a long time ago, and the pain spread without realizing it, and the blood that flowed out had a fishy-sweet taste, which made her very uncomfortable.

Ling Xing drank several sips of water before diluting the bloody smell. The numbers on the test paper were the answers she wrote when she quickly stabilized her mind in a panic, and they were naturally wrong.

If you look carefully, you can still see that the words are a little skewed.

Ling Xing took out the correction tape and blotted out all the answers to this question, and he didn't want to calculate this question again, so he directly copied down the answers that followed.

The system is just using this setback to hit Qiu Yilin's overbearing self-confidence.

The electronic voice began to show a superior attitude again, it said: "Host, you should not take it lightly, the task of plundering the heroine's luck is not as simple as you imagined."

Qiu Yilin remained silent with a pale face.

The system continued: "The heroine's grades are set by the original author, no matter how hard she tries, she will only hover around No.10."

"Host, you have an opportunity right now. Hurry up and get more favorability points from the protagonist and supporting roles. You can redeem this answer to be the first in the grade, or redeem the heroine's good luck, change the heroine's grade, etc."

Qiu Yilin was a little surprised: "First in grade?"

"Yes, in your world, only the number one will be noticed, and if you want to complete the task, you need to get more people's attention."

Ling Xing narrowed her eyes, almost unable to maintain her superficial calmness. What does it mean that her grades were set by the original author?

No wonder she was faster and better at answering many questions than Ji Yanwu since she was a child, but Ji Yan always ranked above her in the exams.

At that time, Ling Xing was young, and she would feel uncomfortable in her heart. If Ji Yan's talent and understanding were really higher than her, she would have nothing to say, but Ji Yan's talent for reading is obviously not as good as hers.

Later, she gradually felt relieved, and blamed herself for not being serious enough and not performing well.

There is no real answer to this question until today. It was originally a setting of the author.

Is the author who wrote this book suffering from some serious illness?

……

Qiu Yilin asked for leave in the afternoon, saying that she had a headache and ear pain, and she wanted to go to the hospital for a checkup.

Her endurance was much worse than Ling Xing's. After listening to the stimulating radio waves for more than a minute, Ling Xing just pretended to be calm and survived.

The blackboard newspaper at the back is still not finished.

The selection was only done on Wednesday, and today, Tuesday, they still have the last day.

During evening self-study, two girls who claimed to have learned painting also came over to give Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile some suggestions for improvement.

Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile accepted it humbly, and it was absolutely unambiguous where it should be erased, rewritten and redrawn.

Seeing this, the two girls no longer had any concerns. The girl with the student hair was named Xia Nianchu. She had a carefree personality. After getting Zeng Zhile's approval, she directly picked up the chalk and helped Zeng Zhile fill in the color.

The other girl wore a ponytail. She had a pretty face and a gentle voice. She also had a nice name, Lu Qianmo.

Lu Qianmo's drawing skills are even higher than Zeng Zhile and Xia Nianchu's. She can draw 3D paintings.

Zeng Zhile's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and hurriedly gave up her seat to let Lu Qianmo write the numbers 20xx in three dimensions.

This was a piece of cake for Lu Qianmo. After finishing writing, she still felt that it was not enough for her hands. By the way, she drew those seagulls flying on the sea into three-dimensional paintings.

The soaring seagulls seemed to fly out of the blackboard and land on their shoulders.This time the visual impact is directly pulled to the full.

When monitor Sun Xin moved his sore neck, he turned his head and glanced at how the blackboard report was completed.

It was this one glance that made him, a role model who insisted on holding back a mantra for so many days at the beginning of school, burst out: "Fuck!!!"

Its shocking degree can be imagined.

It was evening self-study, the classroom was quite quiet, Sun Xin's voice was not low, many students looked up at him curiously, and followed his gaze to the blackboard newspaper behind.

Then there were compliments.

Lu Qianmo was a shy character, she couldn't accept the praiseful eyes of so many classmates for a while, her face blushed, she put down the chalk and quickly returned to her seat with her head down.

In the noisy classroom, Tian Jiayun was the only one who glanced at the blackboard newspaper and then twitched the corner of her mouth and whispered to her deskmate: "These two people are also meddling in other people's business. Does it have anything to do with them when others draw the blackboard newspaper? Going up, isn't it just to show off."

Tian Jiayun's deskmate was a fat girl. She didn't even raise her head when she heard the words, as if she didn't hear Tian Jiayun's words at all.

The corners of Tian Jiayun's mouth widened, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's unlucky, I'm the only one with so many people in the class to be at the same table as a fool."

The fat girl's pen tip paused slightly, as if what she said was farting.

The second and third classes are a big group, even if the teacher assigns someone to do it, it doesn't say that it must be done by that person himself.

Even if they haven't been together for a long time, the fat girl can still feel that her tablemate is the worst person who is better than her and works harder than her, and her three views are really distorted.

Unlucky?The unlucky one is obviously her, okay?

At 08:30 in the evening, the evening self-study of the day students ends, and the boarding students end the evening self-study one hour later than the day students.

Ji Yan walked behind the blackboard newspaper and looked at Ling Xing. When Ling Xing noticed his gaze, he asked, "Xing Xing, haven't you finished yet?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, as if there had never been a rift between the two of them.

But in just two days, Ji Yan seemed to have returned to the old Ji Yan.

Ling Xing shook his head: "There is still a part that has not been completed, and it will probably be later, so go back first."

Ji Yan immediately said: "It's okay, I'll wait for you to go back together."

Ling Xing opened his mouth to refuse.

Ji Yan took the lead and blocked what she hadn't said: "It's not safe for a girl to go home too late, don't worry, I'll wait for you."

He has said so, no matter how much he refuses, it seems that he does not know how to praise him. After all, he grew up together since childhood. Does it mean that the friendship of more than ten years can be easily let go?

"Okay." Ling Xing nodded, turned around and continued writing on the blackboard.

Ji Yan turned his head and sat on Ling Xing's seat. He was sitting upside down, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Su Qingluo at the back table, who looked away with disgust.

Ji Yan pursed his lips: "If I remember correctly, Su Qingluo, you should also be a day student, right? Why don't you go back?"

"Oh." Su Qingluo twirled the pen in her hand, her voice was very cold: "You remember wrong."

The pen rolled from the desk with excessive force and fell to the ground. The young man casually bent over to pick it up. He stretched out his long arm and his sleeves slid up. While grabbing the pen, the red string on his wrist was also exposed.

He sat upright as if nothing had happened, and finally stopped playing with the pen, and played with the red string on his wrist instead...

Ji Yan looked at the red rope, the corners of his eyes almost turned red with anger.

He tried his best to suppress the idea of ​​tearing off the string, looked up at Ling Xing who was still writing, trying to suppress the nameless anger in his heart, never thought that Ling Xing's raised arm would also reveal the red rope.

She hasn't taken it off yet? ? ?

Ji Yan's eyes were really red now.