As soon as Ling Xing returned to the classroom on her front foot, Ji Yan and Qiu Yilin followed her back to the classroom one after the other.

In the weather at the beginning of September, the autumn tiger is still very strong, and no one wants to sweat outside when the air conditioner blows in the classroom.

Ling Xing didn't pay too much attention to them, and when he returned to his seat, he saw Zeng Zhile biting the cap of his pen with a thoughtful expression, like an ignorant child, looking very cute.

I don't know what I'm thinking, it took a long time for her eyes to fall on Ling Xing slowly, and tentatively touched Ling Xing's arm with a written test: "Hey~ At the same table, do you feel that the last question is a little winding?"

Not long after handing in the test papers, Ling Xing still had some impressions of the last big question that trapped her, she thought about it carefully: "It's a bit of a twist, but the last question I calculated is that the B type is not valid, and there is no solution."

"Woo..." Zeng Zhile suddenly whimpered, and lay on the desk in frustration: "I calculated the answer several times but there was no solution, and then I thought about it, the exam questions that just started should not be so exciting, and finally I calculated it twice, and randomly calculated an answer and filled it in."

The results of the two are basically half a catty.

Ling Xing couldn't be sure that her answer was right, she comforted her tablemate: "Your answer is not necessarily wrong, and my answer is not necessarily right, when the test paper is sent out, the teacher will definitely explain the question."

"Yes," Zeng Zhile sat upright: "Instead of dwelling around, it's better to ask Su Qingluo."

But until the class bell rang, Su Qingluo didn't come back.

Ling Xing heard the electronic sound again.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host.,Get the male master's favorability value +5.,At present, the male owner's total favorability value is 8.,Please keep up the host's efforts.。 ”

It's numb.

Across the aisle, while the teacher on the podium had not yet started teaching, Ling Xing glanced at Ji Yan sideways.

The afternoon sun was scorching, and the curtains were closed in the classroom.

The young man sat by the window, looking up at the teacher on the podium, his back was straight, and his side face was beautiful and a little soft, giving people a feeling of getting along very well.

I met Qiu Yilin a few times, and my favorability value once reached 8 points, isn't it easy to get along?

Qiu Yilin has a system for this kind of thing, although it is mysterious, but Ling Xing's ability to accept it is extraordinary, and she was forced to accept it long before the start of school.

It's one thing to be forced to accept it, and it's another thing to hear that Qiu Yilin is about to get a strategy reward for Ji Yan.

Her mentality was somewhat affected, and she didn't even listen to what the teacher said in this class.

The last class of the afternoon was a self-study class, and the first half of the class was watched by the teacher in the classroom, which was as quiet as a chicken, and only the sound of writing questions and turning books could be heard.

The teacher on the podium in the second half of the class was called out by the dean of teaching, and almost the first second when their figures disappeared, the quiet classroom instantly became noisy.

After a long summer vacation, many students have already released the wildness in their bones, and few can really calm down to study, unless they are stared at by teachers.

A few boys at the front table were fighting, and when they retreated to dodge, they accidentally touched Ling Xing's desk, and hurriedly turned around with a smile and said sorry.

It's polite to be polite, but it's too noisy.

In a noisy classroom, where is the appearance of a class?

The new squad leader has become a Buddha, and with the principle of joining if he can't control it, he chatted with his table mates with peace of mind.

"Tsk!" Zeng Zhile was so noisy that he threw down the pen in his hand and leaned on the back table.

She used a lot of force, and the empty back table couldn't withstand her force, and the legs of the table squeaked against the floor.

Ling Xing glanced at her spread notebook, on which was a half-drawn cartoon.

If you ignore the abrupt black line, the drawing is not bad.

It seems that her table mates did not calm down to study.

The air conditioning in the classroom is forced to limit the temperature, and 26°C is not a suitable temperature for some students.

A few bold ones, knowing that the temperature of the air conditioner could not be lowered, still did not give up on the edge of the air conditioner at the back of the classroom, and pressed the downward inverted triangle several times, showing that the number of 26 degrees did not move at all.

"Ding! Prompt the host, and the plot officially begins. ”

In the noisy classroom, the electronic sounds don't sound so clear.

Again?

Ling Xing moved to the left, resting his elbows on the desk to support his forehead, pretending to be reading a book, but in fact listening to how the plot unfolded.

Plot tip: The heroine served as the blackboard newspaper of the design class and won the second place in the school evaluation. The host's task this time is to design the blackboard newspaper for the heroine.,And the heroine has achieved a corresponding or higher score than the original book.。 ”

"The host of the successful mission will get random rewards and follow-up plot hints, and if the mission fails, the favorwill points obtained from the male protagonist or individual supporting characters will be deducted, and there will be no follow-up plot hints."

Blackboard newspaper?

Qiu Yilin's voice was so low that Ling Xing couldn't hear what she was talking to the system, and could only see her glance back at the blackboard at the back of the classroom.

When she turned around, Ling Xing also glanced at the blackboard behind her, the blackboard newspaper drawn by the former high school sophomore and third class students was good, but after a long time of baptism, the patterns of the painting and the handwriting of the excerpts had been blurred in many places, and the dust on the blackboard was obvious.

The blackboard newspaper at the beginning of school every year is undoubtedly the most important thing for the class teacher.

Ling Xing began to wonder if the heroine the system said was her, she didn't know how to draw at all, how could she take over such a thing as drawing a blackboard newspaper that was related to the collective honor of the class?

The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent at this moment, which was a sign of the teacher's return, and the students immediately sat upright, opening their books and pretending to study.

After a few seconds of silence, there was no teacher in the hallway or in the classroom, and there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

The story of the wolf can't be played too much, which means that when the teacher really walks into the classroom from behind, the noisy classroom is a little quiet from the back to the front.

There were a few boys who didn't know what they were talking about, and when they were chatting, they slapped the table and laughed "hahaha" under the teacher's nose, and then one of the students inadvertently looked up and saw the teacher's expressionless face, and let out a loud ......

The teacher was angry, and the consequences were severe.

Because of discipline and lack of self-discipline, the students in the second half of the class were forced to accept a bowl of chicken soup for the soul sent by Teacher Yu.

There is always one thing in common between teachers and teachers, and they will pour chicken soup for the soul to their classmates.

When the school bell rang, Teacher Yu was patting the blackboard to talk about the excitement, and he didn't mean to end the class at all.

They were forced to stay in church.

When the chicken soup was almost poured, Teacher Yu took out an A4 paper from there, looked at it twice, and clicked the names of the two classmates-

"Ling Xing, Zeng Zhile, these two classmates, please stand."

Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile glanced at each other in confusion and stood up together.

They sat in the back of their seats, and many of their classmates looked back with curious eyes.

Teacher Yu looked at them in surprise for a while, and a smile slowly appeared on his majestic face: "It turns out that the two of you are at the same table, which is quite a coincidence."

"I learned from your first-year high school homeroom teacher that Zeng Zhile is good at drawing, and Ling Xing's handwriting is very good, and this time our class's blackboard is ......."

Ling Xing chuckled in his heart, he couldn't tell what it was like at this moment, only one thing was extremely clear, it was really coming that what was supposed to come would really come.

Until Teacher Yu walked out of the classroom after arranging the blackboard newspaper, Qiu Yilin didn't say anything, but only looked back at the blackboard newspaper meaninglessly after school, and her eyes were full of ambition.

Ling Xing was inexplicably looking forward to what was going to happen next.