I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

When they got home from school that day, Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile added WeChat to each other in the class group.

Zeng Zhile is rigorous and efficient in doing things. She searched a few blackboard newspapers from the Internet and sent them to Ling Xing, saying they were for reference and asking her to give her opinions.

Ling Xing doesn't know how to draw, and has no objection to the few paintings Zeng Zhile chose.

She zoomed in on the picture and looked at it for a long time before dryly replying with two words: 【It looks good. 】

Zeng Zhile: [That's it? 】

if not?

Every year, there are new and innovative awards in the blackboard newspaper. No matter how beautiful the ones on the Internet are, they are ideas that others have used.

Zeng Zhile obviously knew this too, she sent a sighing expression, Ling Xing went back and patted his head, and the chat topic ended.

Many students in the class group were drawn in, and the chatting in the group was in full swing. Even the head teacher would make a fuss from time to time, and specially told everyone not to indulge in games, and to take care of themselves when school started, and study hard.

The students "received" the replies one by one, well-behaved and neat, but turned their heads, but behind the head teacher's back, they pulled a small group alone and continued to chat.

In fact, only those few students were the most active chatterers, and the other students couldn't get in the way at all, or even if they got in a few words, they acted as if they hadn't seen it, and ignored it at all.

It doesn't make much sense.

Ling Xing got up early the next day, and when she was going out, she met Ji Yan at the door who came to go to school with her.

The boy stood in the morning light and smiled softly at her: "Good morning, stars!"

It's pointless to vent your anger, after all, Ji Yan couldn't hear the voices she heard.

After figuring this out, Ling Xing quickly adjusted his mood, and greeted Ji Yan with a smile: "Morning!"

The relationship between the two returned to normal before Ji Yan noticed the abnormality.

Ling Xing came relatively early. When she arrived in the class, there were not many people in the class, and her deskmate Zeng Zhile, who arrived earlier than her, was cleaning the desk.

Inside and outside, wiping bit by bit is very serious.

When Ling Xing walked in and sat down, he also smelled a smell of alcohol, which was a bit strong.

There is a transparent spray bottle on the desk, and the transparent liquid inside should be alcohol.

Zeng Zhile casually put the spray bottle into the belly of the table, and showed a shy expression to Ling Xing who was looking at her: "Alcohol can disinfect... My mother is a doctor, and I have a mild family genetic obsession with cleanliness."

oh!Ling Xing suddenly realized, no wonder when Zeng Zhile sat in the empty seat next to her, the first thing he saw was not what kind of deskmate he would have in the future, but that the desk was not clean.

Regardless of boys and girls, it is always a good thing to love to be clean.

Moreover, Zeng Zhile's cleanliness obsession is quite mild, and has not yet reached that morbid state.

07:30 The morning reading ends, and after a 10-minute break, the class bell rings on time.

The boy who was late yesterday morning and skipped class in the afternoon stepped on the bell and walked in front of the teacher, and entered the classroom one step ahead of the teacher.

The new English teacher was a stranger. He stood on the podium and stared at Su Qingluo the whole time as he sat down in his seat. Although his face was ugly, he didn't say anything.

After the English teacher gave a brief self-introduction, he opened the book and the lesson plan and directly entered the lecture mode.

Before he could say a few words on the podium, Qiu Yilin, who had been quiet all morning over there, chatted with the system as usual.

The whole topic revolves around Su Qingluo who stepped into the classroom, and the meaning of exploration inside and outside the words is obvious. Such a deviant boy can be regarded as a different kind of scenery in his youth, how could he not even have a supporting role in the book? Can't count?

The system explained patiently: "This world is a story written by the author. Although it is a story, these people are flesh and blood and have their own thoughts. As long as they don't affect the main line of the story, no matter how bright their lives are, we It is not allowed to interfere." [1] [6] [6] [small] [say]

All illogical settings are to promote the plot.

Ling Xing accurately grasped the key point of "not being allowed to interfere".

The English teacher gave examples of events in life for the content of the explanation, and talked with examples in fluent English on the podium. Ling Xing was taking notes accurately while listening to Qiu Yilin's conversation with distraction.

After going through the conversation above, Qiu Yilin asked the question Ling Xing wanted to know the most: "Then my arrival didn't disrupt the main line of the story?"

The system was silent for a while, and then said: "The reason why we chose the host is because you are superior in emotion and life. We received feedback from most readers, and they said that they had read enough sweet articles and wanted to read some vicious ones." The female supporting role wears a book awakening article, I hope the host will live up to the expectations and complete the mission..."

The dialogue between Qiu Yilin and the system was forced to end. After speaking for most of the class, the English teacher on the podium started a session that scared most of the students, asking questions by name.

Coincidentally, the name of Qiu Yilin's tablemate Zhou Yanwen was clicked on.

Zhou Yanwen's grades were average, plus she had been distracted just now, so she hadn't been able to calm down and listen to the class well. She would face the teacher's questions and couldn't answer them at all.

There was an eerie silence in the classroom, and Zhou Yanwen, who was standing, lowered her head in embarrassment.

Qiu Yilin didn't grasp this opportunity to get good impressions, because she just talked to the system and didn't pay attention to the class.

As for the busy study, the system was hindered by some kind, and there was no way to help her.

With this lesson learned, will Qiu Yilin dare to not concentrate in class in the future?

In the end, the English teacher asked Zhou Yanwen to sit down, and did not ask other students any more questions, and gave a detailed explanation of what he just said.

Four classes in one morning passed quickly.

The break at noon is relatively long. After returning to the classroom from the cafeteria, most of the students will sleep on their desks for a while.

For most high school students, taking a nap is a must. Even if you take a short nap, you will be awake all afternoon.

Since the school has just started, the energy of the students is still very strong, and there are loud voices and noises in the classroom.

Ling Xing lay on the desk for a long time, sleepiness was brewing, but she couldn't fall asleep at all due to the noise, so she had no choice but to open her eyes and sit up straight.

As soon as he sat upright, he saw Zeng Zhile pointing his finger at her back, and then pointing at his ear, beckoning wildly to her.

Ling Xing didn't know, so he turned his head and looked behind him.

The boy behind him came back at some point, and was sleeping soundly on the desk, showing half of his side face beyond his arms, no matter how you look at it, he is harmless to humans and animals.

At this moment, Ling Xing's mood can be described by more than two words of envy.

Su Qingluo was able to fall asleep in such an environment, she really was a well-deserved god of sleep.

Zeng Zhile pointed to her ear again, then she approached Ling Xing and whispered: "I saw him put earplugs in his ears."

Ling Xing suddenly realized: "That's it."

"Tsk!" Zeng Zhile lay on the desk with some hesitation: "I want to take a lunch break too, but it's so noisy... Hey, I just saw that Su Qingluo seems to have prepared several pairs of earplugs, why don't we first Borrow two from him?"

Ling Xing disagreed: "It's not good to disturb people's sleep?"

Zeng Zhile glanced at the back: "He just lay down 2 minutes ago, I bet he just closed his eyes at this moment, he must not have fallen asleep, can you give it a try?"

Ling Xing's arm had already stretched out, she patted Su Qingluo's arm lightly, and then remembered to ask: "Aren't you familiar with him? Why don't you ask him to borrow it?"

Zeng Zhile smiled shyly: "I don't know him very well, and I heard that he doesn't seem to have a good temper, especially when he's not awake..."

Ling Xing withdrew his hand abruptly upon hearing this.

It's a pity that it was already too late, Su Qingluo opened her sleepy eyes, raised her head from the desk with a frown, and her gaze fell directly on Ling Xing.

But after a while, those beautiful eyes regained their clarity, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an aura of indifference all over his body.

"What?" he asked.

The voice is flat, without any ups and downs.

Ling Xing tugged Zeng Zhile's clothes under the desk, but Zeng Zhile made it clear that he was pretending to be dead, no matter how much Lingxing pulled, he would never look back.

Ling Xing hesitated for a moment, and forced an embarrassing smile to the young man behind him who looked at her with unfriendly eyes: "Student Su, your... can you lend me a pair of earplugs?"

Su Qingluo didn't speak, just stared at her for a while, and then lay back on the desk again.

At the same time, a small box flew over from behind and landed directly in Ling Xing's arms.

Ling Xing caught it in a hurry, opened the box, and there were several pairs of brand new earplugs neatly stacked inside.