Ever since he heard the electronic sound in the morning to indicate that Qiu Yilin's twenty-point favorability value had been achieved, Ling Xing hadn't heard an electronic sound for a whole day.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and was also faintly anxious, because she couldn't figure out whether it was the system upgrade that she would never hear in the future, or Qiu Yilin didn't talk to the system at all?

The anxiety didn't last long, Ling Xing was trapped by the additional questions on the math test paper, and the scratch paper was full of various ways to solve the problems, and finally came up with inconsistent answers.

Tut! Therefore, even if you feel that the first answer is wrong, you should not be difficult to calculate it again for yourself.

Math problems are indeed the most emotionally breaking.

It was difficult for herself to be so long, Ling Xing decided to let herself go for the time being, she lifted a new page of scratch paper, and turned her head to see Zeng Zhile at the same table biting the pen and looking at the test paper.

Zeng Zhile looks like a sweet type, and there will be two shallow pear vortices on her cheeks when she laughs, which is so cute, which makes her frown tightly, and her puffing appearance looks even more cute.

Everyone is inevitably curious, and Ling Xing lowered his eyes and glanced at her test paper.

Good guy, the question that trapped Zeng Zhile is the same as trapping her.

Zeng Zhile's list of solutions was no less than Ling Xing's, a piece of scratch paper was densely filled with numbers, and it was not difficult to see that the results she got in the end were also inconsistent.

When she came up with a completely unfamiliar number on the scratch paper, Zeng Zhile's patience finally disappeared, she threw away the pen in her hand with a snap, and scratched the math test paper with her right hand: "What kind of garbage are they?!" ”

The voice fell for less than a minute, and he appointed to smooth out the crumpled test paper little by little.

Sensing Ling Xing's gaze, Zeng Zhile's change of face was comparable to that of a flip book, and she grinned and pushed the crumpled math test paper into the middle of the desk: "This question ......"

Ling Xing pushed his test paper over together: "I didn't calculate it either." ”

The two glanced at each other, and Zeng Zhile's eyes swept around the classroom: "The teacher will not be here, why don't we ask?" ”

Great idea, but who to ask?

The second and third classes can be regarded as key classes, and there are several in the top ten of the grade alone, but the first grade is not in their class.

"Forget it, the teacher should explain it tomorrow." Zeng Zhile accepted the test paper and took out another picture book: "Let's study the blackboard newspaper first, and it will be evaluated next Wednesday." ”

Today is already Tuesday, this Saturday is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the school is on holiday for three days, and it is not an easy task to draw a blackboard newspaper, leaving little time for the two of them.

Zeng Zhile pointed out the selected pictures to Ling Xing: "I have shown Sister Yu the pictures I chose, she has no opinion, saying that we should play freely." ”

Ling Xing also took out his notebook from the hole in the table: "I have copied a lot of inspirational stories before, but I haven't asked Teacher Yu and Teacher Yu's opinions yet. ”

Teacher Yu is too young, and within a few days of taking their group of students, some people in the class group have already jokingly called her 'Sister Yu'.

"It's not important," Zeng Zhile waved his hand: "Sister Yu said let us play freely, then we will play freely first, if it doesn't work, it's okay to change it." ”

Ling Xing nodded: "Let's start after school this afternoon." ”

Time was too short, and she was afraid that something would happen.

Especially now that Qiu Yilin has collected enough 20 opinion points, who knows what she will exchange for something in electronic music?

She had to be on guard before it rained.

The school bell rang quickly, and the students left the classroom one after another.

Ji Yan gently patted Ling Xing's desk with his book, and when he saw Ling Xing turn his head to look at him, he laughed, his peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, gentle and handsome, warm and dazzling.

Ling Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and when she was still wondering if this was the so-called male protagonist's aura, she heard Ji Yan say: "Xingxing, let's go home together." ”

It was not in a consultative tone, as if she would not refuse.

Ling Xing suddenly wanted to laugh, and as soon as the words of refusal came to his lips, the sound of chairs rubbing against the floor suddenly sounded behind him, and a tall and thin figure quickly walked through the aisle between Ling Xing and Ji Yan, so fast that he accidentally knocked off the book in Ji Yan's hand.

Perhaps hearing the sound of the book falling to the ground, the young man stopped, he turned to look at Ji Yan, and the black eyes that were so clear that they could make people sink into them hid the rare uninhibition of young people: "I'm sorry." ”

Ji Yan glanced at him coldly and didn't say a word.

Although Su Qingluo said sorry, he didn't have any sincerity when he looked at it: "Remind me, the aisle is meant to be used for walking, and the head you poke out and the book in your hand occupy public resources." ”

After that, he didn't wait for Ji Yan to speak, turned around and left the classroom, arrogant throughout the whole process, without looking at others.

"Poof!" Zeng Zhile couldn't hold back his laughter, and hurriedly covered his mouth when he reacted, only revealing a pair of eyes that were smiling like crescents.

The two boys sitting at Zeng Zhile's front table had already left, and the front table of her front table heard the sound and looked back, and when he saw Zeng Zhile, he pushed down his glasses, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a curvature, as if he was smiling.

It's the tasteless guy I met on the playground!

Zeng Zhile only felt unlucky, and brushed the ground and twisted his head to the side.

Ji Yan's face had completely sunk, and the monkey sitting at the back table hurriedly picked up the book on the ground for him when he saw this, and shook the soil that didn't exist at all, and then handed it to Ji Yan.

Sun Heyu, the monkey's tablemate, also came over, this guy was a little fat, in stark contrast to the thin monkey.

Sun Heyu has a thick voice, and when he speaks, he habitually likes to reach out and touch his double chin: "Who is this guy?" A batch of drags? ”

The monkey snorted a few times disdainfully: "It's just a little white face, I often swiped photos comparing him and Brother Yan in the school bar some time ago, but now I haven't seen his photos, they are all Brother Yan's ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was forced to terminate under Ji Yan's oppressive gaze.

"You go back first, Ji Yan," Ling Xing put the packed books on the table, and said, "I still have a blackboard newspaper to write." ”

Ji Yan didn't take Ling Xing's refusal to heart: "It's okay, I'm waiting for you here." ”

Love what's the matter, Ling Xing didn't bother to say it anymore.

When he went to the back with the chalk, Ling Xing glanced at Qiu Yilin, who had been silent all along.

It's been so long since school, Qiu Yilin seems to be packing up her books, but in fact, she doesn't even have a book in her bookbag.

So, what exactly is Qiu Yilin doing?

Are you talking to the electronic voice called the system? Why can't she hear the sound of the conversation?

The panicked little sprout in my heart has hidden signs of breaking through the ground, and this feeling of being uncontrollable is really uncomfortable.

The blackboard in the back had already been wiped clean by the student on duty in front, Zeng Zhile touched his chin and walked back and forth in front of the blackboard twice, and finally decided to draw on the left, and hand over the right to Ling Xing to excerpt inspirational stories and short sentences that encourage learning.

Just as Ling Xing had just finished drawing a big character and was about to write the next word, she heard the long-lost electronic sound again-

"Ding! The system is automatically updated, and the multi-choice redemption mode has been opened, and the host can choose what they want to redeem at will. ”

Qiu Yilin was obviously relieved: "The system, you're finally back!" The heroine has started to write blackboard newspapers, how can I stop her from writing? ”

The system gave her an idea in a bland way: "The host just needs to find a way to make her unable to write."

Qiu Yilin was silent for a while, and then quickly said, "Is there a way for you to make her hands hurt so much that she can't write?"

Chirping!

The chalk in Ling Xing's hand broke in half due to the sudden force.

She calmly turned the half of the chalk left in her hand and continued to write.

It's useless to dodge, and what should come is always coming.