I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

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 her ears, she didn't hear anything outside the window, and she just focused on painting.

Nan Xi stood behind them and looked at them for a while. The two girls standing in front of the blackboard, one on the left and one on the right, had excellent drawing skills on the left, and good handwriting on the right. The key is that both of them had good grades...

As expected, people cannot be compared. In order not to let herself continue to fall into self-doubt about whether she is a waste, Nanxi decided to talk to Ling Xing to divert her attention.

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

Ling Xing glanced at him sideways, and Nan Xi's big eyes were shining brightly with the words 'Quickly ask me, quickly ask me'.

Ling Xing smiled, she wasn't really curious, but she still did as Nanxi wished: "What did you tell him?"

Nanxi glanced at Zeng Zhile, seeing that Zeng Zhile was so focused that she didn't notice them at all, so she leaned closer to Ling Xing's right ear and whispered: "I said, I want to talk to you today. You go home and look for your brother, if he follows on the way, I can't tell you something."

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

She knows Nanxi well. This guy has always been very enthusiastic about everything he does, including when he treats people he likes. She likes the good-looking ones, and the gentle and sensible ones. Likes, but these likes did not last long, she met too many people, and the people she liked became very fast.

Ling Xing kept writing on his hands, and by the way asked his doubts: "How do you know my brother is back?"

After all, it was only when she got home from school last night that she realized that Shi Shu had returned.

Nan Xi triumphantly said, "I saw the circle of friends he posted last night, and the back view is in your living room."

Did Shi Shu post on Moments?

That's really rare. Ling Xing told him that he was also a friend on WeChat for three or four years, but he never sent any updates.

She was aroused two points of curiosity: "What did he post?"

Nan Xi: "It's a photo of a hairball. I sent you a WeChat message last night, but you didn't reply."

Ling Xing thought for a while: "I was swiping the test papers last night and didn't look at my phone."

Last night, she returned to her room and started to read the test papers, and didn't go to bed until almost twelve o'clock, not to mention looking at her mobile phone, she didn't even look for where she put it.

"I guessed it, how can I not understand you, college bully."

Although the two were chatting and laughing, Ling Xing's writing speed didn't stop. Her horizontal and vertical characters looked like regular script, and she used a lot of effort when writing. She raised her arms like this to write two lines You have to shake your arm, otherwise your wrist will be sore and uncomfortable.

While talking, Nanxi thought of another person.

"Hey, Xingxing, I heard that you are 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 my back desk now."

Nan Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise, and clicked her tongue twice jokingly: "Xing Xing, you are really lucky. Su Qingluo's popularity last year was much higher than that of Ji Yan."

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

Inevitably, she remembered that when she first met Su Qingluo, the boyish handsomeness would never be inferior to that of Ji Yan. How could such a person be busy in a youthful campus book? nameless?

The electronic voice said that he was brought up by the author a few times to set off the excellent supporting role of the male lead, and he didn't even touch the side of the male supporting role.

It's not scientific at all.

Besides, if the protagonist is really good, why does he need a supporting role?

Nan Xi expressed helplessness: "Since the seniors and seniors were recommended for four in a row last year, the school has started to take the route of the gods. These days, it is not enough to be beautiful. You must cultivate both internally and externally. You must have good looks while being beautiful." Achievement support."

Fine.

The world has changed. Does this fully mean that the era of looking at faces is over, and good grades will be a handsome face in the future?

Nan Xi tilted her head and was the first to veto this idea: "Anyway, I always act on face, I still think Su Qingluo is prettier than Ji Yan."

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

Nanxi patted the chalk marks on her cuffs for her, still obsessed with the topic just now, and asked persistently: "Xing Xing, do you think Su Qingluo looks good?"

"It's pretty good-looking." For this young man who once amazed her, Ling Xing will not be stingy with her praise. After that, she remembered Su Qingluo's 12-point test paper and added: "IQ of."

"laugh!"

There was a sudden sneer from behind.

Ling Xing and Nan Xi were startled, and they 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 calmly...or it would be more appropriate to say that they were looking at Ling Xing.

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

Ling Xing grew up so old, and it was the first time he experienced such death.

She opened her mouth to make a tactful apology to Su Qingluo or something, but Su Qingluo didn't intend to talk to them at all, so he went straight to his seat, bent down and took something from the table hole , strode out of the classroom.

It wasn't until the footsteps could no longer be heard outside the corridor that Nanxi recovered from her daze. She patted her little heart that had been bluffed and thumped wildly, and took a long breath: "Phew, everything How could he go back to the classroom at this point? It's scary."

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

Nan Xi was still tugging at her sleeve: "Xing Xing, did you see what he was holding just now? I think it's a small blue box."

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

In fact, she saw that what Su Qingluo just took was indeed a small blue box, it was the box of earplugs she returned to him this morning.

……

After staying at school for more than two hours, the three girls didn't go home together until it was completely dark.

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 of two people is much more interesting than going home alone, and the usual journey of nearly 10 minutes does not feel boring.

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

It wasn't the first time Nan Xi came to Ling Xing's house at night, she naturally understood the reason, and never asked more questions than she should.

Opening the door, Ling Xing saw the young man leaning against the door of the living room waiting for her to come home at a glance. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, his hair fell obediently on his forehead, and the moonlight cast a deeper silver color.

Children of the moon always like the moon more.

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

When Xu Shi heard the voice, Shi Shu slowly opened his eyes, those pale blue pupils melted into endless blackness under the night.

He looked past Nanxi and landed directly on Ling Xing, and didn't ask her why she came back later than yesterday, nor how she brought her friend home.

"Hungry?" he asked.