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The second model started to rain this day.

The gray weather is very depressing, just like the mood of every candidate.

Countless humiliated and humiliated students brushed their heads and read the questions, and read in the dark nights, all in order to prove themselves with excellent grades at this moment.

Without the influence of Qiu Yilin and the system, Ling Xing felt that he had performed exceptionally this time.

She no longer has to stare at and think about the questions she has brushed for a long time as before, and her muscle memory of the questions she has brushed several times seems to no longer be affected.

What really made her feel a little difficult were the last two big questions on the math test paper. The types of questions were a bit novel, and the teacher had never mentioned them before.

Ling Xing tried to use the problem-solving ideas taught by Su Qingluo to solve a few steps. Halfway through the first problem, she felt a sense of enlightenment.

She used the problem-solving method of this problem to the last problem, but the problem-solving formula could not be applied after only three steps...

Ling Xing didn't waste too much time on this question that was really impossible to solve. She copied the question on the draft paper and checked all the previous questions. After that, there was still some time left. Just continue to struggle with this question.

In the end did not calculate the correct answer.

After handing in the test papers, the wailing in the classroom became louder, and Zeng Zhile came back from the seat in front.

Before I got to my seat, I began to complain: "It's so difficult, the math test paper this time is really too difficult, I didn't do the next two big questions."

Lu Qianmo, who had just returned to her seat at the front table, also turned her head: "I thought I was the only one who found it difficult, and I didn't do a few empty questions."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and asked her deskmate: "How about you, Panpan? Have you done the last two questions?"

Yu Pan seems to have lost a lot of weight during this time, and the loose school uniform looks empty on her body.

Her spirit has also improved a lot. She used to be submissive, and now her voice is not so low that people can't hear clearly when talking to people.

"I didn't do the last big question." Yu Pan frowned slightly when he said this, looking a bit distressed.

Lu Qianmo sighed: "It seems that the last question is really difficult, and I didn't even do it."

Yu Pan's grades are very good and stable, and her ranking hovers around fifth or sixth in the class almost every time.

Yu Pan turned to look at Ling Xing, but didn't dare to look up into Ling Xing's eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Student Ling Xing, did you do the last big question?"

Growing up with a human-shaped blood supply bag in such a family, her inferiority complex seemed to be deeply rooted in her bones.

"I did it, but I didn't finish it. Halfway through, I don't know how to count it down."

Speaking of which, Ling Xing found the draft paper and looked at the three girls around him: "Why don't we study it together and see if we can solve it?"

Three cobblers, the top one is Zhuge Liang.

Apparently, this sentence didn't work for them at all, and they couldn't figure out the answer after four or five consecutive calculations.

Ling Xing stared at the densely packed draft paper without a word, and chose to give up: "Forget it, let's wait for the teacher to explain."

Zeng Zhile pointed behind her with her right index finger: "Why don't you ask Luoshen if it's okay?"

Lu Qianmo finally asked the curiosity that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time: "Why do you and the class monitor always call Su Qingluo Luoshen? Is it because of his good grades?"

Zeng Zhile said earnestly: "You haven't been with him for a long time, within two months at most, you will understand why I called him Luoshen."

After all, she is not the only one who has the final say on the title of Luoshen. She is the god of learning that everyone once recognized.

Lu Qianmo couldn't understand, and whispered to Zeng Zhile when Ling Xing turned his head to ask the question: "If he has good grades, why did he lose to Ling Xing in the debate a few days ago?"

Zeng Zhile: "..."

Ha ha.

That is Ling Xing, try another person.

Here Ling Xing took the draft paper and turned to face the back table. Su Qingluo thought that she was looking for Pei Yan again, and immediately glanced at Pei Yan in an unfriendly way.

Pei Yan: "..."

In other words, is it my fault that I am attractive, have good grades, and look good?

Before Ling Xing could speak, she put on a smile, and she asked Su Qingluo: "Can I ask you a math problem?"

The corners of Su Qingluo's lips raised slightly, and she wanted to say why didn't you ask Pei Yan this time?Afraid that she would be reminded by him to really ask Pei Yan, she immediately swallowed the words.

He was a little dissatisfied with the clear distance between the two, coughed and said: "Come closer to me, how can I see clearly?"

Ling Xing looked down at the draft paper placed in front of Su Qingluo on the desk. In order to make it easier for him to read, she even copied two copies, one in front of him and one sentence in front of herself.

This is not close enough, how can it be close enough?

Do you want me to put the problem on your lap?By the way I sit on your lap too?

Young man, don't be so absurd!

Ling Xing knocked on the desk in front of him, motioning him to look down, not just staring at the draft paper in her hand.

Su Qingluo glanced down, his expression paused, and soon he calmed down, picked up the ballpoint pen as if nothing had happened, and then stared at the question on the draft paper. He recognized that this was the question of today's exam, and he was a little puzzled: "you will not?"

Ling Xing's speechlessness increased again.

Is not this nonsensical?If she would, ask him?

Su Qingluo didn't think it should be: "It's similar to this question, you did it last Saturday."

Ling Xing really didn't have the slightest impression of this, but she did send Su Qingluo a lot of questions she didn't understand last Saturday. At that time, she was in a hurry to catch up with homework, and she didn't carefully analyze the solutions Su Qingluo wrote. train of thought.

She felt as if she had missed No.1. This feeling was not much different from the feeling of losing a hundred million.

Seeing that her expression was not good, Su Qingluo changed the topic: "Talk about your understanding of this question first."

Ling Xing briefly explained his understanding of this question, and wrote down the idea of ​​solving the question on the test paper, still only writing three steps.

Su Qingluo stared at the steps she wrote for a while, but the ballpoint pen in his hand couldn't fall down, and he seemed a bit at a loss.

After a long time, he pinched the center of his brows and collapsed: "Which evil pen taught you to solve problems like this?"

Ling Xing was stunned. It was the first time she heard Su Qingluo swearing after a long time of acquaintance.

But here comes the problem. She learned this way of solving problems from him.

Su Qingluo soon realized that something was wrong, he took a deep breath, and directly wrote down the problem-solving ideas on the draft paper with a few strokes.

Ling Xing stretched his neck to look, but he didn't see the steps to solve the problem he wrote, but he saw his hand.

Those hands, with slender fingers and well-defined joints, look tight.

Ling Xing is not a hand-controller, but she has rarely seen such beautiful fingers. She took a second look, and quickly returned to the question.

Su Qingluo's steps to solve problems are famously concise. He would never write four steps if he could do three steps. For today's problem, he has written seven or eight steps to solve the problem, but he is still writing it. Knowing exactly how many steps it takes to write, no wonder she can't, this question is also a bit difficult for a learning god.

Thinking about it, Ling Xing's gaze moved up unconsciously, and fell on Su Qingluo's sharp-edged face for the first time for a while.

"Don't look at me," Su Qingluo still looked down at the question, but his tone of voice was a little hoarse, a faint blush crept from his ears, and he pretended to be serious in his tone: "Look at the question."

What questions are you looking at? How can the questions look better than you?