I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Ling Xing tentatively asked Su Qingluo a few words about Qiu Yilin, Su Qingluo's face was a little ugly, and she didn't even want to mention him to this person who once hurt him with gossip.

Seeing Su Qingluo's reaction, Ling Xing was basically sure that it was just a coincidence.

Well, there is one less teammate who can talk to each other.

Su Qingluo's character has never been someone who is willing to suffer from being dumb. If no one instigates her, the rumors and gossips will be endless... This matter will be fine.

But he knew that someone was behind the scenes, and sincerely wanted to press him in the mud, uncover layer after layer the wounds that he had healed for a long time, and then ruthlessly sprinkled a handful of blood on his bloody wounds. Salt.

New wounds and old scars, those injuries that have been suffered, swept over again.

He was in so much pain that he almost felt that he would not be able to hold on any longer.

He was trapped and walked alone in the darkness, the sky was full of dark clouds covering the bright moonlight, he could not see the road ahead, and almost drowned in the darkness.

In desperation he saw stars peeking through the clouds.

In the dark night, the stars shone faintly, and that light may or may not have helped him, but it gave him an unprecedented hope.

Everyone is pointing fingers at his life experience, blaming all his perfections and imperfections on his blood.

There was only one person who was willing to walk towards him through the darkness. She walked firmly, even though she knew that there were thorny thorns in front of her, she did not hesitate to shrink back.

Ling Xing doesn't continue to dwell on this topic anymore, she is a little worried about going to school tomorrow.

Today, there are only a dozen or so students in the classroom. Everyone is busy studying, and no one talks about anything.

But what about tomorrow?

Tomorrow, all the teachers and students in the school will go to school. In the face of rumors that may be heard at any time, can Su Qingluo really withstand this pressure?

Or will he transfer schools like before and leave here?

As if feeling Ling Xing's worry, Su Qingluo turned to face her. Under the cover of the drawing board, the young man lowered his brows inch by inch, and he stretched out his hand to gently hook Ling Xing's little fingertips: "With you here place, I will not leave."

Ling Xing pursed his lips and smiled, and was about to speak when he heard Liang Ke's voice calling "brother".

She and Su Qingluo turned their heads to look in the direction of Shishu by the window at the same time——

Shi Shu finally finished drawing a picture, and just as he put down the pen in his hand, he felt someone behind him staring at him.

When Shi Shu turned his head, his eyes met Liang Ke's when he was looking at him.

Liang Ke was taken aback, but soon recovered, and called him with a smile: "Brother."

Shi Shu pursed his thin lips and did not respond, his eyes paused on Liang Ke's face for a moment, and his long silver eyelashes lowered to cover the emotion in those light blue eyes.

He still answered Liang Ke, his voice was low and blunt: "I'm not your brother."

It's been like this since childhood, Ling Xing's friends used to call him brother, but he never answered others, even Ji Yan called him brother, he never answered.

He has a stubborn personality, and he is persistent and dedicated in both family and friendship. He believes that there is only Ling Xing as a younger sister, and no one can call him brother.

Liang Ke frowned, "Then what should I call you?"

This time, Shi Shu didn't say anything, and picked up the brushes and dyes placed under the drawing board.

Ling Xing saw the interaction between the two of them, and she nudged Su Qingluo lightly with her elbow: "Look, my brother is actually a face control."

When Liang Ke's face was covered with heavy makeup just now, her brother didn't even show it out of the corner of his eye. Now he not only looks at him, but also talks to him.

Su Qingluo nodded, with a face of agreement: "I think so too."

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Liang Ke received a call from home and said he was going home.

Ling Xing and Su Qingluo went out to see her off together. Seeing Liang Ke got into the taxi, the two of them walked back like walking.

Not long after walking, Ling Xing saw Ji Yan at the park...and Qiu Yilin who was walking side by side with Ji Yan.

The two were talking and laughing, and their words and deeds were somewhat ambiguous.

After only one glance, Ling Xing calmly withdrew her gaze, and she signaled Su Qingluo to go another way.

Su Qingluo was probably a little reluctant, holding Ling Xing's hand without moving.

how?Does he still want to have a chance encounter with Ji Yan?

Ling Xing used some strength on his arm: "Don't dawdle, school starts tomorrow, hurry up and go home to study."

Su Qingluo: "..."

Ji Yan and Qiu Yilin didn't see them, but Ling Xing felt that the ghost in the system must have seen her, and would tell Qiu Yilin about seeing her.

Qiu Yilin chose to take a walk near her home with Ji Yan, didn't she just want her to see it?

Maybe the system thinks that she likes Ji Yan is a sure thing, after all, where is the female lead who doesn't like the male lead?

This time Qiu Yilin deliberately wanted to provoke her jealousy?

joke.

Those who are deeply emotional and unable to extricate themselves are the most pitiful wretches.

Not to mention that she never liked Ji Yan, even if she really liked Ji Yan, she didn't bother to fight with others, because she firmly believed that no one else could take her away.

What can be easily snatched away by others, it can only be said that it does not belong to her.

People are the same.

The homework on weekends is not normal, and they have more debate homework than other students.

Before school was over today, Lao Wu left two more debate topics for them, saying that they would have another pro-con debate with the four seniors in the next class.

Ling Xing didn't care about the subject matter of the debate, she was crazily making up her homework, and she didn't even have time to look at her vibrating mobile phone.

Going to see Su Qingluo yesterday delayed her study time, and her homework has reached the point where she can't finish it unless she works hard.

Su Qingluo didn't even move a word, but the meaning he wanted to write was not strong, at most he just wrote with Ling Xing.

It was too late, Ling Xing raised his head from his homework and looked at Su Qingluo who was sitting next to her: "Let's write in batches, later you copy mine and I copy yours?"

Su Qingluo nodded very readily: "What do you want me to write?"

Ling Xing held the Chinese test paper in her hand, and she pushed the math test paper to Su Qingluo: "You are better at mathematics, physics and chemistry, you write these first, and I will write Chinese and English."

"it is good."

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the swishing sound of the pen falling on the paper and the crisp sound of the paper being flipped.

Shi Shu stood at the door, looking at them through the crack of the door. He still had two glasses of milk in his hand, but he didn't go in after all, turned around and went downstairs.

At 47:[-] p.m., Ling Xing, who had just finished all his homework, lay on the bed and didn't even want to move his fingers.

Su Qingluo was called away by Shi Shu as early as 11:00.

The mobile phone on the bedside table was still vibrating. He and she blindly touched the bedside table for a while with their eyes closed, and finally touched the mobile phone that had been vibrating non-stop since eight o'clock.

Ling Xing squinted his right eye and looked at the phone screen. There were a lot of WeChat messages, whether it was in the class group or personal WeChat.

Zeng Zhile sent her many WeChat messages. Ling Xing clicked on them and looked at them. Zeng Zhile first sent her some questions that he didn't know. Note: Solve them.

Later, I sent her a link with a postscript: Daxing, I have eaten melons again.

Ling Xing clicked on the link, and the link automatically jumped to the school bar.

This is a topic about which school can win this debate, and the poster initiated a vote.

On the left: Shiyi Middle School, on the right: F Gao.

Choose the one that can win in No. 1 Middle School and reply downstairs: [-]

Choose F Gao Neng to win and reply downstairs: 2

This is the school of F high, which idiot would choose 2?

Ling Xing swipe down with his fingers, and as soon as he reached two 2s, he saw a few pictures posted on the fourth floor.

The person on the fifth floor was still on the fourth floor. He said: [Students, I also really want to choose our school to win, but take a closer look, do these people look familiar? 】

Sixth floor: [A traitor is a traitor, don't talk nonsense. 】

The seventh floor: [@第五楼, damn it!I know them, I've seen a few of them on debate shows, they made it all the way to the finals, and they won! 】

Eighth floor: [@[-]th floor, please ask for a video link. 】

The tenth floor: [Although, I also know a few of them. I heard that they have been exposed to debate competitions since they were young, and they have participated in many large and small debate competitions. 】

No. 12th floor: [Sorry, I will choose one. 】

No.13 Floor: 【1】

No.14 Floor: 【1】

No. 16th Floor: [The opponent is too strong, 1]

Ling Xing in the back didn't look down any more, she clicked on the pictures and looked at them for a while, and clicked and saved them one by one.

She can be regarded as seeing her opponent in advance, although this is not good news for her.

But self-disruption is the easiest way to lose.

Those of them who have never studied debating since they were young, even if they lose this time, they are not ashamed.