intoxicating

——Psychological work——

The other part is worrying. Everyone knows that Jiang Qianming is not easy to mess with and likes to provoke troubles. What if he feels that he hasn't fought enough and goes to them in the middle of the night?

"What are you doing?" The assistant teacher ran over angrily.

Gong Lingxi put away the brain remnants, "My room had an accident, can you change my room?"

"What kind of accident? Can it smash the alloy wall?"

Judging from this meaning, it is clear that he wants to pursue it.

"I did it..." Jiang Qianming looked calm, as if he wasn't the one who made the mistake.

"Your room doesn't seem to be here."

"You didn't assign the room? You don't know?" Jiang Qianming looked at him with her arms crossed.

"Jiang Qianming attacked the team members in the middle of the night, destroyed the spaceship, and was suspended for one match."

Punishments such as running penalty are useless to Jiang Qianming, the assistant teacher thought for a long time before coming up with this ultimate move.

This trick really worked for Jiang Qianming, and he went back to his room with a grim expression.

"As for the rooms..." the teaching assistant looked at Gong Lingxi and hesitated, "There are a few spare rooms, but these rooms are used to store equipment and pets."

One of them was his.

"Then I'll stay in the living room for a while, anyway, I just woke up, and I'll be there soon."

"You live with me..." A head popped up suddenly, with a few hairs curled up due to lack of sleep, the pajamas on his body were loose, and a stuffed toy was hanging on his arm.

"Yeah, there are still more than ten hours to go, you should squeeze together first..." The teaching assistant agreed with Hua Jian's words.

"No need, let him stay in my room..." A hand stretched out, directly holding Gong Lingxi's forearm, without waiting for everyone's reaction, leaving these people a back view.

The assistant coach shook his head helplessly, and muttered, "I don't know whether the relationship between these two is good or bad. I hope they will be in a good state during the game."

Huajian narrowed her eyes, which became darker.

After closing the door, Gong Lingxi couldn't wait to say, "If you do this, people will misunderstand you."

"Misunderstanding what?"

Zuo Xiyou was walking in front, but at this moment he turned his head suddenly, his face was magnified, Gong Lingxi instinctively took a step back, but behind him was the door, he could hear the sound of his back colliding with the door, it must be in pain It's his back.

Zuo Xiyou didn't realize it, and took another step forward.

This feeling is like the depth of field of the photo has changed, everything around is blurred, only the person in front of him is clear, he can even clearly see the other person's slender eyelashes, slightly raised chin, and lower jaw Nice arc.

He always wears simple and tasteful clothes, but in some places, he seems too formal, buttoning the top row of buttons, and cuffs buttoned left and right.

Damn button, Gong Lingxi cursed secretly, then shifted her gaze, "There is something wrong with us."

Zuo Xiyou stretched out his hand, his hands were well-articulated, they were hands holding a sword, their knuckles were slender, and they were also hands playing the piano. Now these hands were lifted up, and a strand of hair was gathered behind the ears, and the fingertips depicted Gong Lingxi's hand. The shape of the pinna.

The light in his eyes is gentle like spring water, and there seems to be tiny stars hidden in his eyes.

His lips were very light, like a withered pale rose, stained a little with blood.

He said, "Lingxi, let's date."

The timing was wrong and the place was wrong, but this sentence came from Zuo Xiyou's mouth, and he couldn't refuse it.

Without a moment's hesitation, Gong Lingxi said, "Okay."

He was afraid that if he answered late, Zuo Xiyou's rational part would come back to his senses, feeling ashamed and wanting to take back what he had just said.

Zuo Xiyou went to take a bath, and Gong Lingxi hugged the pillow in a daze. He had maintained this posture for a long time, but when he thought of what happened just now, he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to recall it a few more times, so that this The event is always engraved in the depths of memory, even if other memories fade, we must remember this event.

He knew that Zuo Xiyou would only say this sentence once.

It is impossible for him and Xiyou to get married, let alone hold a wedding and entertain guests wantonly.

When Zuo Xi came out, the pillow had been twisted into an abstract sculpture, and he said while wiping his hair, "Go wash it."

"Oh..." Gong Lingxi put down the pillow in a daze, and went into the bathroom with hands and feet.

"Wait a minute, where's your pajamas?"

Gong Lingxi tilted her head and thought for a while, "In the original room, I'll look for it, and Jiang Qianming should not have been implicated."

Zuo Xiyou put the towel aside, and took out a set of pajamas from the cabinet. The pajamas were neatly folded, as if he just bought them today.

"Don't go too, wear mine first..." Zuo Xiyou handed over the pajamas, and finally asked uncertainly, "You don't mind."

"I don't mind..." Gong Lingxi took her pajamas and slipped into the bathroom.

When he lingered out of the bathroom, Zuo Xiyou's hair was almost dry, and he was leaning against the bedside to watch the video. No need to think about it, Gong Lingxi also knew that it must be a battle video.

He stretched out his still damp head, and saw the screen suddenly flooded with white light, and his eyes suffered ten thousand points of damage.

Zuo Xiyou paused the video, put his brain aside, picked up the towel drooping on Gong Lingxi's head, and wiped his hair little by little, which made Gong Lingxi restless, but she was unconscious.

After finally getting through the hurdle of wiping his hair, Gong Lingxi found a worse thing waiting for him. There was only one bed in the room, and the bed was not narrow enough to sleep two people. But now he is a little Want to sleep on the sofa.

"Go to sleep..." Zuo Xiyou patted the empty space around him.

"I, I'm not sleepy yet, I want to watch the video again."

"Then I'll sleep first."

More than ten minutes later, Gong Lingxi approached. Zuo Xiyou had a regular schedule and had already fallen asleep at this moment. His appearance when he was asleep was not much different from when he was awake.

In his sleep, he was also very stable, with his brows and eyes stretched.

He obviously has a lot of things to worry about, but he seems to be careless, just looking, but he can't see the crisis hidden under the still water.

A strand of broken hair fell, and Gong Lingxi stretched out her hand to brush away the broken hair. This movement was very slight, but it still woke up Zuo Xiyou. means to ask.

"Wait for me..." Gong Lingxi's lips moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

This sentence waits, I don’t know what to wait for, when to wait, and how long to wait.

Zuo Xiyou closed his eyes again, just like before, but his lips moved, and he whispered, "Okay."

The spaceship stopped at Ziwei Star, and most of the people went home by spaceship. Most of the selected team members stayed in Ziwei Star, except for Zuo Xiyou who lived in Pojun Star. a phone call.

Gong Lingxi was originally studying at Ziweixing, so she simply went back to school. It was winter vacation at this time, and there were not many people in the school.

When I came to the club activity room, the door of the activity room was open.

Is it Huajian?Only Huajian, like him, has just returned to Ziweixing.

In the event room, one person was holding a violin, and the sunlight came in from the window, casting a faint halo around her.

Gong Lingxi's footsteps stuck to the door, he couldn't bear to interrupt the current scene.

The music stopped abruptly at a certain note, Ye Rong put down the bow, her long hair fell down her shoulders, and her whole body was shrouded in shadow. The next second, she raised her face with a usual smile on her face.

"It's not a good habit to enter without knocking."

"Are you waiting for Huajian?"

"I'm waiting for you."

"Then I'm flattered."

Gong Lingxi walked to the familiar cabinet, opened it, and took out the piano case inside.

"There are two newcomers in the club..." Ye Rong said, "Ms. Yan left the school, and now Mr. Zheng is in charge of our club."

Opening the piano box, just as it was just put in, Gong Lingxi touched this old friend who had been with her for more than two years, and said, "Geng Huang."

This is a name that hasn't been mentioned for a long time. When Ye Rong mentions it occasionally, it is mostly a curse.

"What are you doing? Mention him again..." Ye Rong showed a disgusted expression, as if this was a virus, and even mentioning his name would be infected.

"The person you are waiting for is Geng Huang, right?"

Gong Lingxi raised her head, and saw Ye Rong's unrepentant emotions, as well as her stiff body.

"despair"

Ye Rong raised her head, distracted by the voice from outside the door.

A dark shadow flashed past the door, and Gong Lingxi walked to the door in a few steps. The corridor was empty, only the faint fragrance of orchids in the air and accessories falling on the ground, and the purple stones turned like a purple mandala.

It's really cutting constantly, and the rationale is still messed up.

Gong Lingxi picked up the accessories on the ground and put them in her pocket.

"Who's outside?" Ye Rong had put down the violin and walked to the door.

"I didn't see it."

The location of the regional trials was set to be the love star of the Yuan Empire. Gong Lingxi sat on the spaceship heading to the competition venue and dug out the photos sent by a previous harassment message.

In the photo, there is a fountain, a music plaza, and a theater. At the entrance of the theater, there is a large poster. At the bottom of the poster is a four-character title written in a common language - "The Bloody Crown".

"I've seen this opera..." Kong Ying sat down opposite him with a bowl of red bean soup.

"What kind of story is that?" Gong Lingxi leaned back and put away the previous photos.

"What are you talking about?" Han Yichen sat down next to Gong Lingxi very naturally, holding a plate in one hand and a teacup in the other. There were three small cakes on the plate.

Gong Lingxi who was forced to move: "..."

"We are telling a love story..." Kong Ying said with a smile.

"Young man..." Han Yichen sighed meaningfully.

"Senior, don't say that. You are very young. According to Yuan Empire's standards, you are still underage."

Han Yichen is three years older than Gong Lingxi, that is, 24. Gong Lingxi remembers that the adult standard in the Marshanian Republic is 25 years old, while the Yuan Empire is 30 years old. This is related to the average life expectancy of each country.

"That must be a beautiful story..." Han Yichen said.

"If killing and bloodshed are also a kind of beauty..." Kong Ying continued.

"I really want to hear this story..." Han Yichen showed an interested expression.

Gong Lingxi had never seen an opera, so she didn't answer.In fact, he felt he was a bit redundant.

Kong Ying opened her mouth and slowly told the story. At some point, Gong Lingxi's attention shifted from the miscellaneous things to the story itself.

"There really is such a beauty, even if she dies by her sword, I would be willing..." Han Yichen said, he was still the same as before.

Gong Lingxi knew that he was indifferent to the content of the story. This kind of story can only move two kinds of people, one is the person who is trapped in love and cannot extricate himself, and the other is the person who is easily moved. Han Yichen does not belong to the two .

So he can also say these similar confession words as a matter of course, because he has no one to be responsible for, but can move those little girls with well-developed tear glands.

It's a pity that the person opposite is not a simple little girl, Kong Ying turned her gaze to Gong Lingxi, "Do you think the king did something wrong?"

She was asking what was wrong, not right, and if she wanted approval, she should have changed the word, obviously she was changing the subject.

"He was wrong, the mistake was that he shouldn't fall in love with the princess of the enemy country."

"The god of art will not favor a person who has no romantic cells."

A trace of surprise flashed in Han Yichen's eyes, he finally realized the current strange state.

"I think what he said is quite right..." Qi Zhao, who had been listening to the whole process, turned around and voted for Gong Lingxi. After speaking, he looked for approval again, "Right, Senior Han."

"This kind of story can only be experienced by those who have experienced it."

Han Yichen said something meaningless, in short, it's none of my business, I don't want to talk about it.

Qi Zhao hit a wall with Han Yichen, and kicked the question to the alumni, "What do you think?"

"The teaching assistant has something to ask everyone, everyone gather..." the alumnus issued an order calmly.

The meeting place is not a conference room, but a room where equipment is placed, which is very rare.

"There are still three days before arriving at the Love Star. During these three days, in order to better understand everyone's situation, and according to the arrangement made by the opponent, a synchronization rate test will be carried out. The first is the synchronization rate of the two of you. Zuo Xiyou, Han Yichen, you guys first come."

The two walked to the instrument, stretched out a hand, and sent a part of energy into the instrument, and the instrument would calculate the synchronization rate based on the energy delivered.

In less than 1 minute, a number popped up on the instrument: 78%;

"Zuo Xiyou don't move yet, Xie Qingyu, you will replace Han Yichen."

Seeing the arrangement of the teaching assistants, everyone immediately understood the order of arrangement.

The new test starts and the second number is 69%.

73%;

57%;

43%;

71%;

62%;

75%;

70%;

59%;

The last one was Gong Lingxi. Gong Lingxi exhaled deeply, remembering the bedtime story called Cinderella that Fat Fou told him.

Sitting on the chair, Gong Lingxi looked at the instrument on her hand and slowly output energy.

77%, this is the last number that jumped out.

Then Zuo Xiyou stepped back, Han Yichen sat in that position, and took him as the benchmark to measure.

Then there are Xie Qingyu, Wang Ling, Zheng Haoxuan, Jiang Qianming...

Gong Lingxi remembered that this was his sixth measurement, that is to say, there would be five more measurements in the future, and it was inconvenient to be at the bottom. Zuo Xiyou only had to move once, while he had to move eleven times.

15%;

The assistant coach looked at this number in surprise. This was the lowest number he had ever seen in his career. Of course, there were lower numbers, but he didn't meet them.

He felt that he wanted to change his strategy. It wasn't Zuo Xiyou and Gong Lingxi who were at odds, but Gong Lingxi and Jiang Qianming. During the match, these two people must not be allowed to play at the same time.

The test continued, and it was Huajian's turn.

As a pharmacist, Hua Jian's general situation is better, and the situation will not be too low, and the average is higher than others.

"90%"

I don't know who called out, such a synchronization rate is really rare.

The teaching assistant couldn't help but glance at the other person. So far, the highest stats and the lowest stats have appeared on the same person. What a spiritual representation of personality.

Then there was never more than 90% of the data, not even close to the data.

The second highest data appeared on Kong Ying and An Lian, 83%.

"Next, test the team synchronization rate..." The teaching assistant picked up another test form.

There are five people in the team, and there are twelve people in total. Select five people from the twelve people, and ignore the repetition brought by the internal sequence, there are 792 possibilities in total.

It is impossible for the teaching assistant to test every possibility, but to select a few of them for testing to ensure that the team synchronization rate is above 50%.

That's right, as long as the team synchronization rate reaches 50%, it is only the standard for passing the line.

Even so, there are still many participating teams that can't meet this standard, or can meet it during the test, but in the competition, they fall to the level of failing or even lower.

In the worst case, a team dropped to zero, and irreconcilable conflicts occurred within them, which broke out directly in the game.

So after testing the synchronization rate of the team, the teaching assistant asked everyone to do psychological work to find out whether they had conflicts with whom, or potential conflicts, such as unaccustomed habits, or relationships with rivals.

"What do you think of Zuo Xiyou?"

"Very good..." Gong Lingxi said.

"Then what are his shortcomings as a captain?"

"pretty good."

"You don't have to feel restrained, now you just have to tell the question..." The teaching assistant was obviously dissatisfied with Gong Lingxi's answer, feeling that he was afraid of the captain's authority and dared not speak up.

"It's really good."

Anyway, he thinks everything is fine.

The teaching assistant decided to fight in a roundabout way, "What about Zhao Chuan? He seems a little dissatisfied with you."

"That's his business."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"He has his ideas, but as long as he plays well, I have nothing to say."

The assistant wrote a line and continued to ask, "What about Jiang Qianming? What do you think about him attacking you in the middle of the night?"

"I hope he won't do it next time."

"You hate this kind of behavior?"

"Fortunately."

"Do you like Kong Ying?"

"I like her, but not between a man and a woman. Could liking increase the synchronization rate?"

"It is indeed possible..." The teaching assistant has read many books on this subject, and is very confident about it, "Then you like Huajian?"

Gong Lingxi's expression, which had not changed since she came in, finally showed a crack. The assistant teacher looked at it and felt that she had asked the right question, and continued, "When did it start?"

He is not, he does not.

Gong Lingxi coughed and adjusted her mood, "Can I ask what Hua Jian said?"

"It's personal privacy."

Coming out of the teaching assistant's room, Gong Lingxi saw that everyone who greeted him felt that they already knew about it, and they secretly talked about it when he was not paying attention.

When the rumored object was Kong Ying, he didn't care, because he knew it wasn't true, not to mention it would be more troublesome to explain.

But now, with the testimony of the synchronization rate, coupled with Huajian's misleading behavior, even he himself began to suspect that something was wrong.

In the room, the teaching assistant looked at the record in front of him, then turned a few pages forward, and his eyes fell on that line.

"What he said was exactly what I thought."

These words seemed extremely ambiguous, but looking at Gong Lingxi's negative answer without hesitation, this is really a capitalized scumbag.

"Unrequited love is really sweet and painful..." the teaching assistant sighed, as if seeing his young self.