After picking up a system

Chiyi: You didn’t?

Ling Han: Indeed not, I was just completing a mission. Besides, I think a university campus is still a campus, so it’s better to fall in love after going to university.

Dandan: But the host and Guan Leng are not studying in the same university.

Ling Han: Why do I have to date Guan Leng?

Dandan: ...

I choose to remain silent.

Chi Yi was delighted: You really don’t want to date Guan Leng, do you really want to find someone to date in college for the mission?

Ling Han chose to remain silent and continued talking to Guan Leng.

Guan Leng heard this and replied, "What a coincidence. Before I met you, I actually didn't have the idea of ​​falling in love too early. Fortunately, I met you late. If it was earlier, I can't guarantee that I can study in this school now."

Ling Han laughed: "Is it that exaggerated?"

Guan Leng said righteously: "Of course, I don't want to meet someone too amazing too early. Of course, it doesn't matter if I meet him, but if we don't get together, I may regret it for the rest of my life."

Ling Han: "So?"

Guan Leng: "I wonder if I will be lucky enough to grow old without any regrets?"

Ling Han: "In fact, regret is also a kind of attitude towards life. I think it's good to grow old with regret. After all, the flowers bloomed, you have seen it, right?"

We have arrived at the school gate.

Guan Leng sighed, as if he was completely depressed: "Thank you, classmate Ling Han, for your guidance. I understand now."

Ling Han: "You still need to work hard on your cultivation, Comrade Xiaoguan!" He waved his hand and walked out of the school gate.

Guan Leng also waved his hand: "Bye, see you tomorrow!"

Ling Han had already entered the car and couldn't hear anything.

The security guard looked at Guan Leng and smiled cheerfully: "Come on, young man, and try to have no regrets as soon as possible!"

Guan Leng: "Thank you for your good words."

Guan Leng arrived at the classroom almost on time, and the next second the bell for evening study rang.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Xing greeted him warmly, but he walked away indifferently.

Zhang Xing: "Brother! Look, look, I took a picture of Ling Han's divine face!"

Guan Leng looked at the photo on the phone that was handed to him: the lights in the indoor gymnasium were bright, shining on Ling Han from top to bottom. She was sitting obediently on the ground, looking up at something, with tiny lights in her eyes.

Guan Leng's eyes softened. How could there be such a person? The more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was right in his heart.

At this moment, he is already thinking about how big a diamond ring to order when he proposes.

Zhang Xing looked at Guan Leng, who still had no expression, and asked, "Is my photo not good-looking?"

Guan Leng was puzzled: "It looks good!"

Zhang Xing: "Then why didn't you react at all?"

Guan Leng: "I laughed."

Zhang Xing: "Did you laugh?"

Guan Leng: “I smiled.” After that, he ignored Zhang Xing and continued to appreciate Ling Han’s beautiful photos.

Zhang Xing thought for a moment and said, "Then you might be a person with facial paralysis. After all, in my impression, you don't seem to have much expression."

Guan Leng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's genetic? I remember my dad and my brother also had almost the same expression every day."

Zhang Xing: "So is facial paralysis really a standard feature of a domineering CEO?" He turned to look at Guan Leng, "Well, that's not accurate, so it's a standard feature of a male protagonist?"

Guan Leng: "What the hell?"

Zhang Xingle happily shared with Guan Leng the sweet little novel he was reading recently. Guan Leng glanced at the description and chose to stay away from this person. The novels recommended to him by Ling Han were not so sticky. I'm sorry, but I have to accept my incompetence for the time being.

He flipped through Zhang Xing's phone, sent all Ling Han's photos to himself, and then deleted them all from Zhang Xing's phone. Guan Leng didn't expect to find any unexpected surprises in the album.

He returned the phone to Zhang Xing and set Ling Han's photo as the desktop wallpaper on his own phone.

The lock screen is too blatant, the wallpaper is just right.

The midterm exam arrived in nervous anticipation.

After finishing nine subjects in two days, Ling Han felt that she could no longer control her body and her mind was in a state of confusion.

Qin Ran wasn't feeling much better either, feeling dizzy all over.

It happened to be the weekend, and the teachers were busy marking the papers while commenting on them.

The efficiency was very high and all the scores had been posted during the evening self-study session on Sunday night. You know, this was the midterm exam for two grades. The teachers were great!

Zou Si is not only a gangster in the class, but also an uneducated gangster.

I’m already in the second year of high school, but I still think it’s cool not to study and to go against the teacher.

When I was called to the office, it was more than 20 minutes after the evening self-study bell rang. There were basically few people in Class 5 attending the evening self-study class. It was very noisy and the class only pretended to be busy when the dean of studies came to inspect.

It didn't matter that Zou Si was called away. Originally, he was just here to kill time.

In the office, he didn't listen carefully to what the teacher said. He just paid attention when he heard Ling Han's name, but not much.

He thought about how that person easily got close to Guan Leng after rejecting him, and he thought that both she and Guan Leng had embarrassed him.

Listening to the teachers' praise for Ling Han, he didn't take it seriously. Isn't she just a girl studying art? What's wrong with her being good at studying? No, she is just a girl studying art. How can she be good at studying?

After the teacher gave the order, Zou Si made a perfunctory promise and returned to the classroom.

He patted his deskmate and said, "Hey, what do you think would happen if someone cheated on the midterm exam?"

My deskmate played the game without even looking up: "What else can I do? I'll just give him a serious warning and ask him to quit!"

Zou Si nodded in satisfaction, recalling that the teachers had said that Ling Han's grades had always been mediocre before, but now he was number one in the class and in the top 100 in the grade.

But, he only listened to half of it. What was mediocre was that before she chose to become an art student, Ling Han could have achieved a score in the top 100.

If he knew Ling Han a little better, or listened to what the teachers said, he would not think like this.

He even felt that these alone were enough to prove that Ling Han cheated in the midterm exam.

Perhaps some unruly students are undeniably smart, but Zou Si is not like that. It is obvious that there is only water in his brain, nothing else.

The next morning, Zou Si prepared a printed sheet of paper, on which he listed all the evidence that he believed Ling Han had cheated in the midterm exam.

On Monday, when the results come out, everyone will check their rankings on the bulletin board. The school will not tell you exactly what position someone is in, but only give you a rough idea of ​​where you are in the rankings. The top 100 students in the grade will be announced as an encouragement.

So many people saw the paper that Zou Si had posted early on, but the lack of text and the unreliable news did not attract many people to stay, nor did it generate any heat.

It just occupies a small corner on the forum to collect dust.