I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Ling Xing changed her mobile phone a year ago, which means that she and Su Qingluo had become friends on WeChat a year ago, and she didn't bother to think about the exact time and motivation.

When she first played WeChat, she had many friends who added her. At that time, she was afraid of missing acquaintances, and she added friends regardless of whether she had verification information or not. Maybe it was at that time that Su Qingluo was added.

Zeng Zhile on the side looked at Ling Xing and then at Su Qingluo, her eyes had some insights, but she still pretended not to know anything: "Come on, classmate Su Qingluo, what should we do?" The two have become friends."

Su Qingluo nodded, and tapped the screen a few times with her fingers, taking advantage of the opportunity to shine the QR code in front of Zeng Zhile.

drop!

Adding friends was successful, Zeng Zhile and Su Qingluo did not appear to be friends with each other.

The library has always been a relatively quiet place. After adding each other as friends, the three of them stopped talking and learned their own things.

Ling Xing is still struggling with the last big question on the test paper, and it was the same before. Almost every time she takes the exam, she will be stumped by the final big question. Sometimes it takes one to two ten minutes to solve it, but more often Points will be lost because of the big finale.

When she was in the first year of high school, the head teacher also analyzed Ling Xing, saying that her liberal arts grades were good, and that studying literature would take less brainpower than academic theory.

Ling Xing didn't listen, and a few girls with similar grades to her didn't listen either. They didn't agree with the words of the class teacher in the first year of high school, which revealed that girls' brains are not as flexible as boys.

There are indeed people in this world who are extremely gifted in learning, but those have always been a minority.

When he calculated the unsolvable answer again, Ling Xing almost thought that this was the correct answer.

A pen tip was pressed on the second formula of her grand finale, and the boy deliberately lowered his voice: "The geometric sequence leads to the formula: a1=s11=2a-1==a1=1, you are given The formula that came out is confusing, don’t worry about it, you can calculate it in your own way first.”

Ling Xing was taken aback, she couldn't believe that the boy in front of her, who had handed in half of the blank papers and got 12 points in the exam, was actually teaching her how to solve the problem?

This is simply off the charts!

But Ling Xing is not someone who does not listen to persuasion. This big problem has troubled her for so long, and she has tried various methods to solve the problem. It doesn't hurt to try what Su Qingluo said again.

她换了一张新的草稿纸，列出几个公式后，开始求解，最后得出的答案是：an=3/2【2n-2+(-1)n-1】

This answer seems to be correct. In order to ensure the correctness, Ling Xing checked the calculation again...

Then she raised her eyes to look at Su Qingluo who was sitting directly opposite her, and she couldn't say a word for a long time. Is this a coincidence or... is he hiding his clumsiness?

But there's no need to hide one's clumsiness at all. In this day and age, not to mention teachers, even parents are involved in chicken babies. Isn't it because their children's grades can be better?

Su Qingluo didn't seem to notice Ling Xing's gaze. He was reading an extremely thick novel, and he read ten lines at a glance just now. It's been a long time since Ling Xing stared at him.

However, Ling Xing didn't notice these small actions, Su Qingluo didn't know it, and Zeng Zhile was the only one who endured everything silently throughout the whole process.

Around 10:30, another acquaintance came to the library. He looked around. At this time, there were basically no vacancies in the library.

There is one table for four people, and one person can sit on Ling Xing's side, so he walked to Ling Xing and the others, and tapped the table with the phalanx of his right index finger: "Hi students, there is still a vacant seat here, I can Sit down?"

The voice sounded familiar, and the attitude was gentle and polite.

Ling Xing raised his head and recognized him at a glance as the boy who made fun of Zeng Zhile's remarks about grabbing a ball in physical education class a few days ago, but he didn't get any advantage from Zeng Zhile that day.

Of course, anyone can sit in the vacant seat in the library. No matter who is sitting, Ling Xing has no objection, and Su Qingluo didn't even raise his head during the whole process. He doesn't care if there is someone sitting next to him.

But Zeng Zhile was different, her enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and after Pei Yan sat down opposite her, she couldn't hold back her yin and yang and became angry: "Tsk! People with weak bodies are different, the sun is almost setting, I just wanted to go out and study."

How could a person as smart as Pei Yan not be able to understand the meaning of Zeng Zhile's words? He glanced at Zeng Zhile's copybook, adjusted his glasses, and smiled gently: "It's better to be weak, it's better than a little People are half-crippled, and their hands can't use their strength to write, so they can only write with a dog planer."

What Zeng Zhile hates the most in her life is when others say that her handwriting looks like a dog crawling. She tapped the pen in her hand on the copybook and glared at Pei Yan angrily: "Whose handwriting are you calling like a dog crawling?"

Pei Yan shrugged indifferently: "I'm talking to myself, don't take it to heart, and don't take it seriously."【1】【6】【6】【小】【说】

I'll take my seat right Nima, step on the horse and see if she's the only one practicing calligraphy with a copybook in the entire library?

No matter how angry Zeng Zhile was, her teeth were itching, she could do nothing about the poor man in front of her. She took a few deep breaths, still puzzled: "Weak chicken, poor quality."

&nbbsp;Pei Yan put the bluetooth headset that he carried with him in his ear, and asked Zeng Zhile pretending to be kind: "Do you need it?"

Before Zeng Zhile could express his opinion, he immediately withdrew his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly: "Oh, I forgot, I don't have taste, and the songs I listen to naturally don't have taste."

Zeng Zhile: "..."

Hold!So angry!

The people who eat melons successfully changed from Zeng Zhile to Ling Xing and Su Qingluo.

Ling Xing and the others didn't go home at noon, the four of them ate lunch at the noodle restaurant diagonally opposite the library, and then went back to the library.

Seeing that the two of them were reading a thick novel after sitting down, Ling Xingjian couldn't understand, she tried to persuade them tactfully: "I heard that next Friday we will have a little research?"

Su Qingluo looked up: "So?"

Pei Yan didn't understand either, so: "Then?"

Zeng Zhile added: "Only the top five in the class are eligible to choose their own seats."

Su Qingluo and Pei Yan nodded at the same time: "Oh."

Pei Yan didn't even want to pretend: "I don't care, I can sit anywhere."

Zeng Zhile sneered and turned against Pei Yan: "Why don't you just say that your grades are poor."

Pei Yan restrained her smile slightly: "It's not too bad, it's definitely more than enough for your grades."

"Bah!" Zeng Zhile sneered again and again: "I just said why the cows are flying in the sky, so you are blowing on the ground!"

Pei Yan's expression cracked inch by inch, "..."

But he quickly regained the self-confidence of a young man: "I never lie, let's wait and see."

Zeng Zhile had nothing to fear.

Ling Xing stared at them for a while, and couldn't help thinking, what kind of roles are Zeng Zhile and Pei Yan in the book?

Today was a day when I didn't see Ji Yan and Qiu Yilin, and I didn't hear the electronic music, but I actually felt better than every day before.