Ling Xing tentatively asked Su Qingluo two sentences about Qiu Yilin, Su Qingluo's face was a little ugly, and he didn't even want to mention half a sentence about this person who had hurt him with gossip.

When Ling Xing saw Su Qingluo's reaction, he was basically sure that this was just a coincidence.

Yes, there is one less teammate to talk to.

Su Qingluo's character has never been a person who is willing to suffer dumb losses, if no one instigates him, the gossip will be difficult to stop...... That's it.

But he knew that someone was behind him, and he sincerely wanted to press him into the mud, uncover layer by layer the wounds that he had been recuperating for a long time to scarn, and then sprinkle a handful of salt on his bloody wounds.

New wounds and old scars, those injuries that have been suffered, swept in again.

He was in such pain that he almost felt like he couldn't hold on.

He was trapped in the darkness and walked alone, the sky was full of dark clouds that obscured the bright moonlight, he could not see the road ahead, and he almost drowned in the darkness.

In desperation, he saw the stars peeking through the dark clouds.

In the dark night, the stars glowed faintly, and that little light probably helped him, maybe it didn't help him, but it gave him a hope that he had never had before.

Everyone is pointing fingers at his background, blaming him for all the perfections and imperfections in him on his blood.

There was only one person, willing to walk through the darkness towards him, and she walked firmly, even though she knew that there were thorns in front of her, and she did not hesitate to flinch.

Ling Xing didn't continue to dwell on this topic, she was a little worried about going to school tomorrow.

There were only a dozen or so students in the classroom today, and everyone was busy studying, and no one was talking about anything.

But what about tomorrow?

Tomorrow, all the teachers and students will go to school, and in the face of gossip that may be heard at any time, can Su Qingluo really withstand this pressure?

Or will he change schools and get out of here as he did before?

As if sensing Ling Xing's worried emotions, Su Qingluo turned to face her, under the cover of the drawing board, the young man softened his eyebrows inch by inch, he reached out and gently hooked Ling Xing's tail fingertips: "Where you are, I won't leave."

Ling Xing pursed his lips and smiled, and was about to speak, when he heard Liang Ke's voice calling "brother".

She and Su Qingluo turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction of Shi Shu by the window-

Shi Shu finally finished painting a painting, and as soon as he put down the pen in his hand, he felt someone staring at him behind him.

Shi Shu turned around, and his gaze was straight to that of Liang Ke looking at him.

Liang Ke was stunned, quickly came back to his senses, and called him with a smile: "Brother."

Shi Shu pursed his thin lips and didn't respond, his gaze paused on Liang Ke's face for a moment, and his long silver eyelashes hung down to cover the emotions in those light blue eyes.

He still replied to Liang Ke, his voice low and stiff: "I'm not your brother."

It's been like this since he was a child, Ling Xing's friends used to call him brother, but he never answered others, even Ji Yan called him brother.

He has a stubborn personality, whether it is in family or friendship, he is persistent and single-minded, he believes that there is only one sister in Ling Xing, and no one can call him brother.

Liang Ke frowned, "Then what should I call you?" ”

This time, Shi Shu didn't squeak, and picked up the brushes and dyes that were placed under the drawing board.

Ling Xing saw the interaction between the two in her eyes, and she gently bumped Su Qingluo with her elbow: "Look, my brother is actually a face control."

When Liang Ke's face was covered with heavy makeup just now, her brother didn't even give anyone a second look, and now he not only looks at others, but also talks to others.

Su Qingluo nodded, with a look of agreement: "I think too."

At 6:30 p.m., Liang Ke received a call from home and said that he wanted to go home.

Ling Xing and Su Qingluo went out to see her off together, and seeing Liang Ke get into the taxi, the two of them walked back.

After walking not far, Ling Xing saw Ji Yan on the other side of the park...... and Qiu Yilin, who walked side by side with Ji Yan.

The two talked and laughed, and there was a lot of ambiguity between words and deeds.

After only one glance, Ling Xing quietly withdrew her gaze, and she motioned for Su Qingluo to take another path.

Su Qingluo was probably a little reluctant, holding Ling Xing's hand and not moving.

How? Does he still want to have a chance encounter with Ji Yan?

Ling Xing used some strength on his arm: "Don't rub it off, school will start tomorrow, hurry up and go home to study."

Su Qingluo: "......"

Ji Yan and Qiu Yilin didn't see them, but Ling Xing felt that the ghost thing in the system must have seen her, and would tell Qiu Yilin about seeing her.

Qiu Yilin chose to take a walk near her house with Ji Yan, didn't she just want her to see it?

Maybe the system thinks that it is a sure thing that she likes Ji Yan, after all, there is a female protagonist in who doesn't like the male protagonist?

Did Qiu Yilin deliberately want to provoke her jealousy this time?

Joke.

The most pitiful creatures are those who are deeply emotionally trapped and unable to extricate themselves.

Not to mention that she has never liked Ji Yan, she really likes Ji Yan, and she doesn't bother to compete with others, because she firmly believes that it is her who others can't snatch away.

can be easily snatched away by others, can only say that it does not belong to her.

It's the same with people.

There are not many weekend homework, and they have more homework for the debate competition than other students.

Before school today, Lao Wu left two more debate topics for them, saying that they would have another debate with the four seniors in the next class.

Ling Xing didn't care about the topic of debate, she was frantically making up her homework, and she didn't even have time to look at the phone that kept vibrating.

Yesterday, I went to Su Qingluo to delay the time for studying, and her homework has reached the point where she can't finish it if she doesn't dare hard.

Su Qingluo didn't move a word, but the meaning he wanted to write was not strong, at most, he was writing with Ling Xing.

It was too late, Ling Xing raised her head from her homework and looked at Su Qingluo who was sitting next to her: "Let's write it in batches, wait a minute, you copy mine, I'll copy yours?"

Su Qingluo nodded very happily: "What should I write?"

Ling Xing was holding the Chinese test paper in her hand, and she pushed the math test paper to Su Qingluo: "You are better at mathematics, physics and chemistry, you write these first, and I will write Chinese and English."

"Okay."

For a moment, the room could only hear the sound of the pen falling on the paper and the crisp sound of the paper turning.

Shi Shu stood at the door, looking at them through the crack in the door, the two glasses of milk he still held in his hand didn't go in at all, and turned around and went downstairs.

At eleven forty-seven o'clock in the evening, Ling Xing, who had just finished his homework, was lying on the bed and didn't even want to move his fingers.

Su Qingluo was called away by Shi Shu as early as 11:00.

The mobile phone on the bedside table was still vibrating, and he and she closed their eyes and blindly touched the bedside table for a while, and finally touched the mobile phone that had been vibrating non-stop since more than eight o'clock.

Ling Xing narrowed his right eye and looked at the phone screen, there were a lot of WeChat messages, whether it was in the class group or personal WeChat.

Zeng Zhile sent her many WeChat messages, Ling Xing clicked on it and looked at it, Zeng Zhile first sent her some questions that he didn't know, note: solve.

Later, he threw her a link and postscripted: Daxing, I have eaten melons again.

Ling Xing clicked on the link, and the link automatically jumped to the school bar.

This is a topic about which school will win this debate competition, and the landlord initiated a vote.

Left: City No. 1 Middle School, on the right: F High.

Choose the one that can win in City One and reply downstairs: 1

Choose F to win and reply downstairs: 2

This is an F high school, right, which fool would choose 2?

Ling Xing's finger slid down, and as soon as he swiped two 2s, he saw a few pictures posted on the fourth floor.

The person on the fifth or fourth floor, he said: [Students, I also want to choose our school to win, but do you look closely at these people? 】

Sixth floor: [A traitor is a traitor, don't talk nonsense.] 】

Seventh floor: [@第五楼, it!] I know, I've seen a few of them on the debate show, and they made it all the way to the finals and won in the end! 】

Eighth floor: [@第七楼, ask for the video link. 】

10th Floor: [Although, I also know a few of them, I heard that they have been exposed to debate tournaments since childhood, and they have participated in many debate tournaments, large and small. 】

Twelfth Floor: [Excuse me, I'll pick one.] 】

13th Floor: [1]

14th Floor: [1]

Sixteenth Floor: [The opponent is too strong, 1]

Ling Xing in the back didn't look down any further, she clicked on those pictures and looked at them for a while, and saved them one by one.

She also saw her opponent in advance, although it was not good news for her.

But self-chaos is the easiest to lose.

Those of them who have never studied debate since they were young, even if they lose this time, they will not be ashamed.