The day before the rematch, Ling Xing and Su Qingluo made an appointment to go to school together to get a book, and met an acquaintance.

It's not an acquaintance, after all, she and He Tan didn't know each other at all before the game, and even if they participated in the same competition, they didn't talk.

He Qin only had a vague impression of Ling Xing, he was not very familiar with it, there were so many classmates in the debate competition in F high school, and the only one who could really make him remember was Su Qingluo.

Su Qingluo is definitely a very strong opponent for He Qin, before he met Su Qingluo, he had participated in various debate tournaments for three consecutive years and had never been defeated.

His field in the debate tournament has become a small myth.

Because he is so good, there are many videos of him participating in the debate competition on the Internet, which is also the fundamental reason why most students in F High School are not confident that their school can win.

Now, being defeated by Su Qingluo, who has never been in contact with a debate competition, this defeat is definitely a shame for He Tan.

Although the teachers comforted him, saying that the failure was not his fault, it was that his teammates did not cooperate well enough.

It's really not entirely his fault, his teammates are stupider than pigs, and he can't take them.

Fortunately, those teammates who did not have a tacit understanding with him were eliminated this time, and he also made sufficient preparations before participating in the competition this time.

The rematch can only be successful, and it must not fail.

Across a campus path, He Tan and Su Qingluo glanced at each other from afar.

Before He Qin could make and react, Su Qingluo had already opened his eyes expressionlessly, and he had no impression of He Qin at all.

He Tan regarded Su Qingluo as his strongest opponent, but Su Qingluo never took him seriously from beginning to end.

When he couldn't see He Tan's shadow anymore, Ling Xing said to Su Qingluo: "He Tan seemed to want to say hello to you just now."

Su Qingluo frowned slightly: "Who?"

Ling Xing looked at him with some surprise: "He Tan? Didn't you see him? Aren't you two still ......?"

Do you still glance at each other with a hint of Mars?

It was at that glance that Ling Xing felt that the air seemed to be filled with the smell of Mars.

The co-author didn't even notice who was staring at him.

It's outrageous.

Su Qingluo moved the fingers hanging by his side, and his finger bones lightly touched the back of Ling Xing's hand hanging by his side, he didn't care who he had just touched: "I didn't pay attention, but it's an inconsequential person."

Ling Xing: "......"

She felt that she needed this kind of confidence in Su Qingluo.

The two walked to the classroom together, and at this point in time, it was lunch break in the classroom.

Many of my classmates slept on their desks, and some of them chatted quietly together.

Ling Xing saw Qiu Yilin at a glance, Qiu Yilin was chatting quietly with someone.

The person he was chatting with was a boy, and Ling Xing didn't know him.

However, the distance between the two of them was too close, Qiu Yilin lay on her desk with her hands folded and her chin folded, and the boy sat down on the seat in front of her, and turned around and half lay on her desk.

There is only less than 20 centimeters between the two, which has long exceeded the safe distance between classmates, let alone boys and girls.

Ling Xing saw that there were also classmates around him who were looking at Qiu Yilin and whispering something.

Is Qiu Yilin completely ignoring other people's eyes now?

But Qiu Yilin before, even if she used them as paper people, she still cared a lot about the image in the minds of others, what happened now?

In the end, it has nothing to do with her, Ling Xing only glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze.

Seeing Ling Xing back in the classroom, Zeng Zhile was a little surprised now: "Xing, are you back in class?" Didn't the teacher say that you would be given a holiday? ”

Ling Xing sat in his seat and replied to Zeng Zhile while packing up his books: "It's a holiday, I'm coming back now to get books."

Zeng Zhile's originally smiling little face wrinkled together instantly when he heard this: "Why did such a good thing happen to you again?"

Ling Xing smiled lightly: "Is it a good thing to have a holiday?"

Zeng Zhile nodded heavily: "At least in my eyes, it's a great thing."

In fact, not only in Zeng Zhile's eyes, but also in the eyes of most students, holidays are a good thing.

Seeing Ling Xing and Su Qingluo returning to the classroom, Sun Xin at the front table also ran over, he walked to Su Qingluo's desk and smiled without saying a word: "Luo Shen ......"

Su Qingluo took out a few books from the hole in the table, and didn't even glance at Sun Xin during the whole process.

Sun Xin scratched his head, not that he felt too embarrassed, he retreated and walked to Ling Xing's desk, smiling innocently: "Ling Xing, you guys are going to participate in the semi-finals tomorrow, are you nervous?"

Zeng Zhile rolled his eyes: "Squad leader, what you asked is just nonsense."

What's nervous not? If it weren't for being overly nervous, Lao Wu would have given them a holiday?

Don't even think about it.

Sun Xin scratched his head again, suddenly half-lying on Ling Xing's desk, and said in a low voice, "Ling Xing, I have something I want to tell you."

Ling Xing was stunned, and also learned from Sun Xin to lean down and half-lie on the desk, and said in a low voice: "What......'s the matter?"

Before she could finish speaking, Sun Xin was picked up by Su Qingluo.

Sun Xin's mouth opened and he just wanted to scold, but when he turned around, he saw that it was Su Qingluo, and when he came to his mouth, he swallowed it back raw, and a sneering smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong?"

Su Qingluo pulled Sun Xin aside, glanced at Sun Xin with a frown, and his voice was a little cold: "Just talk, what are you doing on the desk?"

Sun Xin: "......"

I actually want to tell you, but you don't want to bird me.

Su Qingluo still didn't want to deal with Sun Xin, Sun Xin was a chatter in his eyes, and he didn't want to say a word to him at all.

But what Sun Xin said just now had already aroused Ling Xing's curiosity, because when Sun Xin wanted to say something, his eyes subconsciously glanced at Qiu Yilin several times.

In the end, the three of them walked out of the classroom together, and when they arrived in the corridor, Ling Xing hurriedly asked Sun Xin, "Squad leader, what did you just say you wanted to tell me?"

Sun Xin looked at the changes before and after, left and right, and he motioned for Ling Xing and Su Qingluo to come over.

As soon as Su Qingluo's face turned gloomy, Ling Xing leaned his ear over.

Su Qingluo turned his head to look at her: "You ......"

Ling Xing waved his hand, "It's important to get down to business, don't waste time yet." ”

Su Qingluo pursed his lips, his dark eyes were heavy, and he didn't speak in the end.

Sun Xin whispered: "I know it's not very good to say people behind my back, but-"

Ling Xing interrupted him a little impatiently: "The squad leader is at this time, can you tell me the point?"

Sun Xin touched his nose and coughed again: "After school the day before yesterday, I forgot to take something and returned to the classroom, and saw Qiu Yilin and Ji Yan talking in the classroom. ”

Ling Xing's expression instantly became solemn.

Sun Xin continued: "I heard them say that there is a shortcut to the debate tournament ......"

Sun Xin didn't hear them say what the so-called shortcut was, but when it came to the debate competition, he also knew that it might not be a good thing, because what he heard was a few words, and he couldn't tell anyone about it.

I wanted to talk to Su Qingluo and Ling Xing, but they hadn't come to school for the past two days, and some things were not clear on WeChat......

Ling Xing and Su Qingluo glanced at each other.

Su Qingluo sneered: "I have never heard that there are shortcuts in this world."

Ling Xing lowered his head and did not speak.

What shortcuts?

A gentleman is frank, even if he wins, he must win brightly.

(End of chapter)