After Ji Yan and Qiu Yilin left, only Ling Xing, Zeng Zhile and Nan Xi were left in the classroom.

Zeng Zhile had earplugs in his ears, his ears didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and he only focused on painting.

Nanxi stood behind them and watched for a while, standing in front of the blackboard, the two girls on the left and on the right, the painting skills on the left were perfect, and the one on the right was good at writing, the key was that both of them had good grades......

People really can't be compared with each other, in order not to keep herself from falling into self-doubt about whether she is a waste or not, Nan Xi decided to talk to Ling Xing to divert her attention.

She walked up behind Ling Xing and asked, "Xingxing, aren't you curious about what I just said to Ji Yan?" ”

Ling Xing glanced sideways at him, and Nanxi's big eyes were clearly written, 'Ask me, ask me, ask me'.

Ling Xing smiled, her curiosity was actually not heavy, but it was still as Nanxi wished: "What did you tell him?" ”

Nan Xi glanced at Zeng Zhile's side, and saw that Zeng Zhile was very focused and didn't notice them at all, so she approached Ling Xing's right ear and whispered: "I said, I want to go home with you to find your brother today, if he follows on the way, there are some things I can't say to you." ”

After Nan Xi saw Shi Shu for the first time at Ling Xing's house before, she had said that she liked Shi Shu, but Ling Xing didn't take this to heart at all.

She knows Nanxi, this guy has always been three points hot in doing things, including treating people he likes, she likes to be good-looking, she likes to be gentle and sensible in the past, and she also likes the first grade with excellent grades before, but these likes didn't last long, she met too many people, and the people she liked became very fast.

Ling Xing's handwriting movements kept stopping, and by the way, he asked the doubts in his heart: "How do you know that my brother is back?" ”

After all, she didn't know that Shi Shu was back when she got home from school last night.

Nanxi was triumphant: "I saw his circle of friends last night, and I saw that the back was in your living room." ”

Did you send it to Moments?

That's really rare, Ling Xing told him that he had been a WeChat friend for three or four years, and he had never posted any news.

She was aroused by two points of curiosity: "What did he send?" ”

Nanxi: "It's a photo of Mao Tuan, I sent a WeChat message to ask you last night, but you didn't reply to me." ”

Ling Xing thought for a moment: "I was brushing the test papers all the time last night, and I didn't look at my phone. ”

Last night, she went back to her room and started to brush the test papers, and she didn't go to bed until almost twelve o'clock, let alone look at her phone, she didn't even look for where she put her phone.

"I guessed, I don't know you, college tyrant."

Although the two were talking and laughing, Ling Xing's writing speed did not stop, her words looked horizontally and vertically like italics, and the strength used when writing was not small, like this, she had to throw off her arm to write two lines, otherwise her wrist would be sore and uncomfortable.

As he spoke, Nan Xi remembered someone again.

"Hey, Xingxing, I heard that you were in the same class as Su Qingluo this time?"

The name Su Qingluo was already familiar to Ling Xing, she nodded, and said casually, "He is now my back table." ”

Nan Xi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said jokingly: "Xingxing, you are really not shallow, Su Qingluo's popularity last year was much higher than Ji Yan's." ”

"Really?" Ling Xing has never been interested in this kind of gossip, in order not to talk to death, she still casually continued: "Why was Ji Yan overtaken this year?" ”

Inevitably, she remembered that when she first saw Su Qingluo, the handsomeness of the young man would never fall behind than Ji Yan, how could he be such a person, how could he be nameless in a youth campus book?

The electronic voice said that he was brought by the author a few times to set off the excellent supporting role of the male protagonist, and even the side of the male supporting actor was not touched.

It's not scientific at all.

Besides, if the protagonist is really good, why do you need a supporting role?

Nanxi expressed helplessness: "Since last year, the seniors were escorted to four in a row, and the school began to take the route of rolling gods. ”

Okay.

The world has changed, does this fully show that the era of looking at faces has passed, and good results in the future are handsome faces?

Nan Xi tilted his little head and was the first to veto this concept: "Anyway, I've always looked at my face, and I still think Su Qingluo is better looking than Ji Yan." ”

After copying an inspirational short story, Ling Xing got down from the stool and shook his sore wrist.

Nan Xi patted the chalk marks on her cuffs, and she was still obsessed with the topic just now, so she asked unwillingly: "Xingxing, do you think Su Qingluo looks good?" ”

"It's very good-looking," for this young man who had amazed herself, Ling Xing would not be stingy with her praise, and then she remembered Su Qingluo's 12-point test paper, and added: "IQ changed." ”

"Whew!"

A sneer came from behind him.

Ling Xing and Nan Xi were startled, and they both looked back at the same time, the person they were talking about just now was standing at the door of the classroom, looking at them with a flat expression...... Or rather, it would be more appropriate to look at Ling Xing.

I don't know when he returned to the classroom, and I don't know how much he listened to what they just said.

Ling Xing is so big, and it is the first time he has experienced such a social death.

She opened her mouth to apologize to Su Qingluo or something, but Su Qingluo didn't mean to talk to them at all, he walked straight to his seat, bent down to take something from the hole in the table, and strode out of the classroom.

It wasn't until there was no longer any footsteps outside the corridor that Nanxi came back from her stunned, she patted her little heart that was beating wildly, and exhaled a long breath: "Whew, it's all at this point, why will he go back to the classroom?" It's scared to death. ”

Ling Xing pursed his lips, not wanting to take on this topic again.

Nan Xi was still pulling her sleeves: "Xingxing, did you just see what he was holding, why do I look at it as a small blue box." ”

Ling Xing was stunned, and his tone was much lighter: "I didn't pay attention." ”

In fact, she saw that what Su Qingluo was holding just now was indeed a small blue box, which was the box of earplugs she gave him this morning.

……

I stayed at school for more than two hours, and it was not until it was completely dark that the three girls went home together.

Zeng Zhile and Ling Xing did not go the same way, and waved goodbye to them at the intersection not far from the school.

The journey between two people is much more interesting than going home alone, and it is not boring to walk for nearly twenty minutes.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when I got home, and there was a faint light in the living room, which looked more like a spare night light left by the owner when he went out on this brightly lit night.

It was not the first time that Nan Xi had come to Ling Xing's house at night, she naturally understood the reason, and she would never ask more questions if she shouldn't have asked.

Opening the door, Ling Xing saw at a glance the young man leaning by the living room door waiting for her to come home, he was leaning against the wall with the back of his head closed, his hair hanging down obediently in front of his forehead, and the moonlight was shining a deeper silver.

Children of the moon will always like the moon more.

Nan Xi let out a small wow, and said in a low voice: "No matter how many times I see my brother, at first glance, I will still think that he is an angel who does not eat fireworks in the world."

Xu heard the voice, Shi Shu slowly opened his eyes, and those pale blue eyes melted into endless black in the night.

He looked past Nanxi and fell straight on Ling Xing, without asking her why she came back later than yesterday, nor did he ask her how she brought her friend home.

"Hungry?" He asked.