The shrill sound of the radio waves had long since stopped, but Ling Xing felt as if there was still an aftermath lingering in his mind for a long time.

The electronic sound was still calming Qiu Yilin's emotions stimulated by the sudden sound of radio waves, and she didn't have time to take care of her side for the time being.

Thinking of this, Ling Xing loosened his grip on the ballpoint pen, and the pen fell on the book without making much sound.

The tip of her tongue had already been bitten, and the pain spread after realizing it, and the blood that flowed out had a fishy and sweet taste, which was very uncomfortable.

Ling Xing drank several sips of water to dilute the smell of blood, and the numbers on the test paper were the answers she had written when she quickly stabilized her mind in a panic, which was naturally wrong.

If you look carefully, you can still see that the words are a little crooked.

Ling Xing took out the correction tape and erased all the answers to this question, and he didn't bother to count this question again, so he directly copied the answers behind it.

The system just used this setback to hit Qiu Yilin's self-confidence.

The electronic voice began to show a lofty posture again, and it said: "Host, you should not take it lightly, the task of plundering the heroine's luck is not as simple as you think."

Qiu Yilin didn't squeak with a white face.

The system continued: "The heroine's score is set by the original author, and no matter how hard she tries, she will only hover around the tenth place. ”

"Host, you have a chance in front of you, seize the time to get more favorability points from the protagonist and supporting characters, which can be exchanged for the answer this time to get the first place in the grade, or exchange for the good luck of the heroine, change the heroine's grades, etc.。

Qiu Yilin was a little surprised: "First in the grade?"

"Yes, in your world only the first will be noticed, and you need more attention if you want to complete the task."

Ling Xing narrowed her eyes, she could barely maintain her calmness on the surface, what did she mean that her grades were set by the original author?

No wonder there have been many questions since she was a child, and she obviously answered faster and better than Ji Yanwu, but Ji Yan's ranking was always above her during the exam.

At that time, Ling Xing was young, and she would feel uncomfortable in her heart, if Ji Yan's talent and understanding were really higher than hers, she would have nothing to say, but Ji Yan's talent for reading was obviously inferior to hers.

Later, she gradually felt relieved, and blamed the reason for not doing well in the exam on her lack of seriousness and not playing well.

There is no real answer to this question until today, and it was originally a setting of the author.

Isn't there something serious about the author who wrote this book?

……

Qiu Yilin asked for leave in the afternoon, saying that she had a headache and an earache, and she wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Her endurance was much worse than Ling Xing's, and she also listened to the irritating radio waves for more than a minute, and Ling Xing just pretended to be nothing.

The blackboard newspaper in the back is still far from finishing.

Wednesday was judged, and today Tuesday, they have one last day.

During the evening self-study, two girls who claimed to have learned painting also came over to give Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile some suggestions for improvement.

Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile humbly accepted that it was time to erase the place where the rewrite and repainting was absolutely unambiguous.

The two girls had no worries when they saw this, the girl with the student's head was called Xia Nianchu, her personality was a little arrogant, and after getting Zeng Zhile's approval, she directly picked up the chalk to help Zeng Zhile fill in the color.

Another girl wears a ponytail, she looks delicate, her voice is gentle and soft, and she has a nice name, called Lu Qianmo.

Lu Qianmo's painting level is higher than Zeng Zhile and Xia Nianchu's, she can draw 3D three-dimensional paintings.

Zeng Zhile's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly gave up his position and asked Lu Qianmo to write the numbers of 20 ×× into a solid body.

This is a piece of cake for Lu Qianmo, after writing it, she still felt that she was not addicted enough, and by the way, she drew the seagulls flying on the sea into three-dimensional paintings.

The seagulls soaring with their wings seem to be about to fly off the blackboard and land on their shoulders, and this time the visual impact is directly pulled to the full.

When the squad leader Sun Xin moved his sore neck, he glanced back at the blackboard by the way.

It was this glance that made him, an example who had endured a mantra for so many days of school, burst out with a sentence: "!!"

The magnitude of the shock can be imagined.

It was evening self-study, the classroom was quite quiet, Sun Xin's voice was not small, many students looked up at him curiously, and followed his gaze to the blackboard newspaper behind.

Then the praise abounded.

Lu Qianmo is a shy person, she couldn't accept the praise of so many classmates for a while, and suddenly her face turned red, put down the chalk and lowered her head and quickly returned to her seat.

In the noisy classroom, only Tian Jiayun pursed the corners of her lips after glancing at the blackboard newspaper, and whispered to her at the same table: "These two people are also nosy, does it have anything to do with them when others draw blackboard newspapers?" So rushing up to get up, isn't it just to show off. ”

Tian Jiayun's tablemate was a fat girl, and she didn't even raise her head when she heard this, as if she hadn't heard Tian Jiayun speak at all.

The corners of Tian Jiayun's mouth widened, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's really unlucky, so many people in the class are at such a stupid table with me." ”

The tip of the fat girl's pen paused slightly, and she was farting when she said it.

The second and third classes are a big collective, and even if the teacher designates someone to do it, it doesn't say that it must be done by that person himself.

Even if they don't get along for a long time, the fat girl can feel that she, the most difficult person at the same table, is better than her and works harder, and the three views are really distorted.

Unlucky? The unlucky one is obviously her, right?

At 8:30 p.m., day students end their evening self-study, and boarding students end their evening self-study an hour later than day students.

Ji Yan walked behind the blackboard and looked at Ling Xing, and when Ling Xing noticed his gaze, he asked, "Xingxing, isn't it finished yet?" ”

There was a faint smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, as if there had never been a rift between the two.

But in just two days, Ji Yan seems to have returned to the previous Ji Yan.

Ling Xing shook his head: "There is still a part that has not been completed, it is estimated that it will be later, you go back first." ”

Ji Yan immediately said, "It's okay, I'll wait for you to go back together."

Ling Xing opened his mouth to refuse.

Ji Yan was the first to open her mouth and blocked her unspoken words: "It's not safe for a girl to go home too late, don't worry, I'll wait for you." ”

He said so, and then he refused to say that he was a little ignorant, in the end, they grew up together since childhood, how can more than ten years of friendship be said to be easy to give up?

"Okay." Ling Xing nodded, turned around and continued to write on the blackboard.

Ji Yan turned his head to sit on Ling Xing's seat, he was sitting upside down, and when he raised his eyes, he just met Su Qingluo's eyes at the back table, and the latter looked away with disgust.

The corners of Ji Yan's mouth straightened: "If I remember correctly, classmate Su Qingluo should also be a day student, right?" Don't go back yet? ”

"Oh," Su Qingluo turned the pen in his hand in a circle, and his voice was very cold: "You remember something wrong."

The pen rolled off the desk and fell to the ground with excessive force, and the young man casually bent down to pick it up, stretched out his long arms, slipped his sleeves, and the red rope on his wrist was exposed while grabbing the pen.

He sat upright as if nothing had happened, and finally stopped turning his pen to play, but instead played with the red rope on his wrist......

Ji Yan looked at the red rope, and the corners of his eyes were about to turn red.

He tried his best to suppress the thought in his heart of wanting to tear off the red rope, and looked up at Ling Xing, who was still writing, trying to suppress the nameless anger in his heart, never thinking that Ling Xing's raised arm also revealed the red rope.

She hasn't taken it off yet???

The corners of Ji Yan's eyes were really red now.