It was already 9:20 p.m. when the blackboard newspaper was completely completed, and the dormitory students should wait another ten minutes for the next night's self-study.

Ling Xing stuffed a test paper into his bookbag, but didn't bring a book, and then washed up when he got home, and basically didn't have much time to brush up on the questions.

Zeng Zhile was originally not going to bring books, but when she saw that Ling Xing had brought them all, she didn't seem to pay much attention to studying, so she also brought a test paper back.

When Ling Xing was about to leave, Su Qingluo was still sitting in his seat, and he hadn't studied, so he wanted to fight something.

She looked at it a few more times, but she didn't see what she was fighting, and asked casually, "Don't you want to go back?" ”

Su Qingluo raised his eyes to look at her, and then looked past her to Ji Yan, who was standing at the door of the classroom waiting for her, his attitude was a little light: "Hmm." ”

This man...... How did it suddenly become weird?

Ling Xing didn't think so much, he and Zeng Zhile turned around and walked towards the door of the classroom, and the figures of the three of them quickly disappeared into the corridor outside the classroom.

Not two minutes after Ling Xing and the others left, Sun Xin walked to Su Qingluo's desk and asked him with a smile, "You won't apply to live in the school, will you?" ”

Su Qingluo glanced at him lazily, and continued to fight the things in his hand without squeaking.

Sun Xin walked to the front table and pulled out Ling Xing's stool, as if he was about to sit down and have a good chat with Su Qingluo.

"Sit aside." Su Qingluo stretched out his long legs and hooked Ling Xing's stool with his foot to move a position.

Sun Xin had already sat down, but it seemed that the stool below him had been removed, if he hadn't grabbed Su Qingluo's table with his quick eyes, he would probably have fallen a big butt.

Sun Xin was a little unhappy, and raised his voice slightly to question Su Qingluo: "......What are you doing?"

Facing Su Qingluo's cold eyes, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and coaxed: "I mainly want to ask you, ...... are you preparing for this exam?"

Su Qingluo put the half-pieced things on the table into the table hole, he stood up and walked to Ling Xing's seat, stretched out his leg to hook Ling Xing's stool, and with a force, the stool fell into his hand.

The young man carried a stool and walked out of the classroom, leaving only one sentence: "How many times have I told you, never ask if you shouldn't ask." ”

Sun Xin ignored the gazes of many classmates and asked loudly at his back, "Why did you take away other people's stools?" ”

There seemed to be a faint word floating in the distance: "Dirty!"

Dirty? Do you take it to wash?

No, what's dirty?

Sun Xin almost wanted to cry without tears: "I haven't sat down yet......"

……

At nine o'clock on Wednesday morning, several representatives of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union held the grading sheets in their hands, looked at the classrooms, and some people were in charge of taking pictures with cameras.

When it was the turn of the second and third classes, several scoring representatives with glasses pushed the glasses on the bridge of their noses almost uniformly.

They watched for a long time, then held their heads and whispered for a while, and finally nodded to each other and left together.

There are other classes that have not been watched, and the evaluation results will not be released immediately, and the evaluation results will not be released until about 3 p.m. at the earliest.

It was the first time Zeng Zhile had served as a collective honor, and he was so nervous that the palm of the pen kept sweating.

When she wiped her palms with wet wipes, she asked Ling Xing curiously, "Aren't you nervous?" ”

Nervousness must be nervous, but Ling Xing was a little strange, if she saw that others were more nervous than her, she would feel less nervous.

Zeng Zhile's nervousness at the moment could not calm her equally nervous emotions, on the contrary, Qiu Yilin's nervous waiting for the result comforted Ling Xing.

What's there to be nervous about? Everyone has put in so much effort, and no matter how unbearable it is, at most it will be a second place like in the book.

Instead, she comforted Zeng Zhile: "Relax, no matter what the result is, we have done our best anyway." ”

Zeng Zhile thought for a while, touched his chin and said, "Ling Xing, I think the tone you speak in now is particularly like a person." ”

Knowing that she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to say anything good, Ling Xing still asked, "Who?" ”

"The homeroom teacher who painted me a whole year of pie in my first year of high school."

Ling Xing: "......"

She knew it.

When he went to the cafeteria to eat at noon, Ling Xing ran into Liang Qingzhou, who he hadn't seen for several days, but Liang Qingzhou didn't see her.

In this cafeteria where the classmates were either busy cooking or eating, the goods were half-paralyzed in the chair as if they were boneless, and his younger brothers were busy helping him cook, and even sent chopsticks to him after everything was done.

Zeng Zhile obviously also saw Liang Qingzhou, and after she watched silently for a long time, she suddenly sighed: "Tsk! Fate, this thing......"

Ling Xing looked at her sideways, why did she hear a hint of envy from Zeng Zhile's tone?

Liang Qingzhou is very fast, he belongs to the kind of person who shouts that all kinds of disgusted meals are unpalatable, and at the same time pays for the disc action.

This wave of operation is obviously not the first time, and it can be seen from the face of the aunt who is used to cooking.

This thing is high-profile, and I heard that most of the school's gentlemen are his friends.

After eating, the group walked away, and the scene was like a group of elementary school chickens playing the black club who went to the wrong set.

Ling Xing buried his head in silently taking a few bites of food, and heard the two boys at the next table talking-

"Song Shize, what the do you mean by that?"

The boy who called Song Shize 'cut', and his tone sounded ruffian: "It's literal." ”

"Say it again?!"

"I'll say it a hundred times, Li Qingmo, you were as stupid as Liang Qingzhou when you were a school bully before!" said that he said it, but Song Shize's tone was obviously sluggish.

Ling Xing was about to look back, but Zeng Zhile, who had finished eating, grabbed his arm, "Have you eaten enough?" ”

"It's full."

Zeng Zhile picked up the plate with his other hand, and the hand that grabbed Ling Xing's arm did not let go: "Then let's go."

It wasn't until he walked far out of the cafeteria that Ling Xing asked Zeng Zhile: "So, one of the two boys sitting behind us just now is the former school bully?" ”

Zeng Zhile nodded with a serious face and asked Ling Xing rhetorically, "Do you know why I didn't let you look back?" ”

Ling Xing shook his head honestly.

Zeng Zhile looked left and right, and saw that no one around him was paying attention to them, so he whispered: "The school bully and Song Erzu both have bad tempers, and when they are unhappy, it is wrong for us to even take a second look." ”

Ling Xing: "......"

Isn't it a society governed by the rule of law? Could it be that these two people are legally illiterate?

Now that she is living in a book, she really believes it.

"But it doesn't matter much," Zeng Zhile gasped: "Do you know the sister of the former school bully?" ”

Ling Xing shook his head again, in Zeng Zhile, "What are you doing at school?" She touched her nose and sneered, "I've never paid much attention to these things."

In her world, in addition to studying, it seems that she is brushing questions and brushing questions in the dark, because she knows that she has no outstanding talent in learning, so she puts in more effort than others.

I thought that this would pay off accordingly, but it was all set......

Who would be willing to work hard to live a good life at the mercy of others?

While preventing Qiu Yilin from completing the task, she also has to try to break the shackles set by the plot on her.

The results of the competition were announced on time at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, and unexpectedly, the first place in the evaluation this time is the second and third classes of high school.

It turns out that as long as everyone works together, they can finally break through the shackles of the plot......