I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Ling Xing didn't go to evening self-study, and when she got home from school, she began to study the blackboard newspapers that had won awards over the years.

According to the system, the blackboard newspapers of their second and third classes won No.2 in this evaluation.

So what is written in the book must be destined?

What if she tries to get out of the plot?For example, this time the blackboard newspaper got the first place in the evaluation?

Now that you have something to think about, you have to work hard.

The turned-on mobile phone kept vibrating on the bedside table, and the buzzing sound was disturbing. Ling Xing moved to the side of the bedside table and stared at the phone for a while. Without it, she forgot the unlock code.

Now I can't even move my right hand, and fingerprint unlocking is definitely not possible. If I knew it, I would have recorded a fingerprint for my left hand.

Annoyed for a moment, Ling Xing tried a few times and finally remembered the password, and clicked on WeChat. It was the last day of the make-up class that the make-up class teacher asked them to join to send messages in a group.

It seems that a batch of Huanggang test papers arrived at a certain bookstore, and the remedial teacher asked in the group for the bookstore owner if anyone needed it.

The Huanggang test paper is Ling Xing's nightmare. She still remembers that every time she takes the Huanggang test paper, her total score will be several tens of points lower than usual.

Need or need, the most important thing to learn is to do more questions. As long as you do too many questions of the same type, muscle memory will be generated, and the answering speed will also increase a lot.

Just pressing off the phone screen, Ling Xing remembered Liang Qingzhou's warning to her today. Adding WeChat is not too difficult, but in the past so many days, she has long forgotten Liang Qingzhou's WeChat.

On Thursday, I heard that Qiu Yilin had approached Sister Yu, so Mao recommended that she could write well. Ling Xing twisted his wrist and couldn't write, so she could be a substitute.

Sister Yu didn't know why she rejected her. In short, Qiu Yilin had a bad face when she came back from the office.

The electronic voice continued to advise her, saying that as long as the blackboard newspaper is not the heroine, no matter who completes it, Qiu Yilin will be considered as completing the task, and it doesn't have to be her.

Qiu Yilin was a little eager for quick success, she couldn't let it go, and blamed all this on the halo of the heroine.

Zeng Zhile also heard about Qiu Yilin's self-recommendation. She has always been a smart person, and she hit the point: "The person surnamed Tian is so close to Qiu Yilin, and Qiu Yilin wants to draw a blackboard newspaper. The two of them can't be..."

Although he didn't say the rest of the words, he understood the meaning.

Ling Xing smiled at her: "It may also be that Qiu Yilin has a strong collective honor mentality."

Zeng Zhile curled her lips, obviously not approving, and had nothing to refute after all.

If the mentality of collective glory is strong, how could it possibly destroy the half-painted blackboard newspaper? As long as the class wins the prize, it doesn't really matter who draws it.

In the evening self-study class for the past two days, Zeng Zhile has been drawing pictures, and the part that belongs to her has basically been completed, and the rest is to fill in the words.

Ever since he knew that the characters written by Ling Xing's left hand were not inferior to those written by his right hand, Zeng Zhile, who was hit hard, bought several copybooks in the bookstore, and used the time between classes to practice calligraphy.

There was no evening self-study on Friday night, and the next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. Because it was unsafe for the boarding students to go home too late, the school canceled the evening self-study on this day.

Today is just the turn of Ling Xing and their group to be on duty.

Ji Yan was not in a hurry to leave after school, he asked Ling Xing if he had any arrangements for the holiday?

Ling Xing thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "I don't have any arrangements. I can't write with my hands these days, and I have left behind a lot of test papers. I may go to the library to study."

Ji Yan nodded, and said: "Monkey and the others are going to have a barbecue at my house tomorrow afternoon, and he called Nanxi, can you come over too?"

"Let's see when the time comes." Ling Xing gave an ambiguous answer.

She knew Nanxi well, and Nanxi would not directly agree to Monkey's request without asking her if she had gone, after all, she didn't know Monkey very well.

Some students in the class who hadn't left all turned their heads to look at them. Ji Yan has excellent grades and good looks. He is a special existence in this class.

It may be that the author of this book set the heroine as a heartthrob, or it may be that the seventeen or eighteen years old can't distinguish between liking and muqiang, in short, many people have an inexplicable affection for Ji Yan.

Ji Yan glanced at Ling Xing's right hand hanging on the desk, and reached out to take the broom from Zeng Zhile: "Xing Xing, your hands are not convenient, let me sweep the floor for you."

"No need," Zeng Zhile avoided Ji Yan's hand, and handed the broom to Su Qingluo at the back table: "There are originally five people in our group, Ling Xing just needs to watch us sweep."

The students on duty were in a group of four at the front and back desks, but the number of people in the class was odd, and Su Qingluo happened to be on the order, so they were simply assigned to his front desk group.

Su Qingluo took the broom, and squinted at Ji Yan who was standing in the aisle: "It's blocking the way, give way."

Ji Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Su Qingluo. Two teenagers of almost the same stature stood in the narrow aisle, refusing to give in to each other.

This atmosphere was broken by the dialogue between Qiu Yilin and the electronic voice.

Qiu Yilin: "System, are you sure this guy is not the male second?"

The flat tone of the electronic voice did not fluctuate: "Host, this is indeed not the male second."

The monkey standing outside the classroom poked its head over the window and asked Ji Yan: "Brother Yan, are you going?"

"En." Ji Yan responded, turned around and walked away from the front of the classroom.

The two boys at the front desk went to throw out the trash, Zeng Zhile and Su Qingluo each cleaned one side of the classroom, and they put the stool upside down on the desk while sweeping.

It was impossible for Ling Xing to really watch them sweep, so he hurried over to help them move the stool.

As soon as he lifted a stool, Su Luo blocked it with a broom.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were a little dull, and the words he said were not so pleasant: "You are not needed here."

Across rows of desks, Zeng Zhile also said: "I don't need you here either."

Ling Xing: "..."

Was she rejected by the group?

Zeng Zhile pointed to the blackboard poster behind: "Ling Xing, take advantage of this time, why don't you write the poster first?"

Today is already Friday, and school will start on Tuesday after the holidays. By then, there will be only one day before the Wednesday evaluation. Ling Xing is not in a hurry, she is almost dying of anxiety.

"it is good."

Ling Xing originally planned to stay in the classroom for a while after school today, and leave after drawing the blackboard newspaper.

No matter how flexible the left hand is, it is not as flexible as the right hand, especially when raising the arm to write, it will soon become sore and uncomfortable.

Ling Xing finished copying a piece of prose, and swept the floor in the classroom.

After sweeping the floor, Zeng Zhile stayed with Ling Xing in the classroom for a while and then left. Her slight obsession with cleanliness made her sweat all over without taking a shower.

Ling Xing was the only one left in the empty classroom, which made her concentrate on writing.

After more than half an hour, the sky completely darkened, and Ling Xing turned on all the lights in the classroom.

The next word to be written is on the sea water painted by Zeng Zhile. The idea of ​​adding the sea was discussed by her and Zeng Zhile.

The blue sea is matched with brown gravel, and the words Lingxing is matched with on the picture are brown gravel.

Xuehai's painting is a bit wider, and the place where the gravel is located is higher. Ling Xing just stepped on the stool and wrote two lines when he felt as if someone was watching her behind him.

Being alone in the classroom was more or less frightening, so she pretended to be calm and looked back slowly.

Sure enough, there was a figure behind her, and Ling Xing was so frightened that he almost fell off the stool.

Fortunately, the man stretched out his hand to support her waist in time, and quickly took it back after she stood still.

Ling Xing patted the creases on the clothes that Su Qingluo caught when she was helping her, and said angrily: "Do you make no sound when you walk?"

Su Qingluo's tone was also somewhat helpless: "You were too focused, you didn't hear it."

"Then why are you back?"

"I forgot to take something."

Ling Xing frowned: "Why do you always forget to take things, is your memory so bad at a young age?"

Su Qingluo fell silent.

I thought that Su Qingluo would leave after taking the things, but unexpectedly he didn't leave, and sat in his own seat, turning to watch Ling Xing write.

Alright, so many people in the classroom are not so afraid anymore.

After writing two more lines, Ling Xing asked him in a strange way: "Do you think this looks good?"

"It's not pretty." Su Qingluo didn't show any mercy.

"Ok?"

He stood up and walked towards Ling Xing, pointed to the piece of sand and gravel, and explained slowly: "The dark blue sea, white seagulls, brown gravel, and the color of the chalk are a bit colorful, and there is no impact on the vision. Effect."

The boy is tall, and Ling Xing can reach the position he can only reach by standing on a stool, but he can reach it by stretching his arms.

Ling Xing felt that what he said made sense, and asked again: "For example?"

Su Qingluo pointed to a place: "For example, here, the deep blue sea is more suitable for white waves, not necessarily brown gravel."

Unexpectedly, it made sense.

Ling Xing picked up the blackboard eraser to wipe off the handwriting, and drew a big cake for him without hesitation: "If you get No.1 in this competition, you will have a third of the credit."

Su Qingluo was not moved by her big cake, and asked instead: "Really? If you get No.1, how are you going to thank me?"

"This is a collective honor, not my own."

Su Qingluo sneered.

There are heavy footsteps outside the classroom from far to near.

Ling Xing and Su Qingluo looked at each other, they were a little close, Ling Xing took two steps back to distance himself.

Did someone forget to take something again?

After a while, the chubby security uncle appeared at the door of the classrooms of the second and third classes, and his flashlight shone on Ling Xing and Su Qingluo: "What time is it, why are you two still in the classroom?"

Su Qingluo pointed to the blackboard newspaper: "We are doing the task assigned by the teacher."

"What task do you have to wait until after school?" Uncle Security inspected the two of them several times with his probing eyes, and said after a long while: "You two are not puppy love, are you?"