I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Ling Xing didn't hear how much Ji Yan's favorability value for Qiu Yilin had dropped.

But from the moment Ji Yan slapped the book on the desk and made a loud noise, he also knew that he didn't want Ling Xing and Su Qingluo to be tied together.

This person is really...a double standard.

The eyes of many people in the classroom were attracted by Ji Yan's voice. Ji Yan was usually gentle and absent, and his face added a little gloomy.

Ling Xing pretended that he couldn't hear or see the whole process, and calmly opened the physics required questions, and he didn't hesitate to answer the questions.

On the other hand, Su Qingluo, he still looked calm and breezy, as if what happened just now hadn't affected him in the slightest.

After Sister Yu left, the classroom was in chaos, and all kinds of suppressed discussions could be heard endlessly.

But the classroom is only that big, and Ling Xing vaguely heard something like, 'Is it true or not? ''Silence can't make waves, why doesn't she talk about us? ''I've often seen both of them too...'

It doesn't matter, as long as they talk about it, Ling Xing was mentally prepared as early as the day he thought of this idea.

I just feel a little sorry for Su Qingluo, for letting him get involved in this dispute between her and Qiu Yilin for no reason.

"Keep quiet!" Sun Xin stood up and yelled loudly. As the class monitor, he never had much authority in the class, and the classroom was only quiet for a moment, and soon became noisy again.

Sun Xin's face is ugly, at least he realizes that Ling Xing has never seen his face so ugly.

"boom!"

The blackboard eraser hit the blackboard loudly.

Sun Xin stood on the podium, his eyes swept over the whole class one by one.

The classroom gradually quieted down. No one has ever seen the good old man Sun Xin lose his temper. If he really saw him, he would feel a little scared in his heart.

Sun Xin looked around the classroom twice, making sure no one was talking, and said, "Everyone already knows the truth of the matter, do you have any questions?"

The classmates looked at each other in blank dismay, and the classroom was as quiet as a chicken.

Sun Xin's face paled slightly: "Since you're all fine, let's study hard and think about your grades before talking about others."

After all, after so many simulations, Su Qingluo's score is first every time, and Ling Xing's score is also in the top ten, every time like this, a stable batch.

This episode is over quickly.

After the get out of class bell rang for a few minutes, Qiu Yilin came back from the office.

After returning to the classroom, she went straight to Ling Xing's desk, and apologized to Ling Xing in the eyes of the students who seemed to be ignorant: "Student Ling Xing, I'm sorry, I just talked nonsense without knowing the truth of the matter."

Her attitude seemed insincere.

The old god Ling Xing was sitting on the seat, his body didn't move, and he even looked at Qiu Yilin's embarrassment slowly with his chin on his hands.

Is this the so-called high-level player?

Under Qiu Yilin's annoyed gaze that almost burst into flames, she said slowly, "Oh, I don't accept it."

You can apologize, but who stipulated that I must accept it?

A chuckle came from behind.

Qiu Yilin almost gritted her good teeth, she squinted her eyes and looked at Ling Xing: "Don't push yourself!"

Ling Xing hooked his lips, and his attitude was indifferent: "So what? After all..."

She suddenly approached Qiu Yilin, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "This is the first time I have come into contact with high-level players."

Qiu Yilin's chest twitched violently, and the drop in Ji Yan's favorability and Ling Xing's arrogance dealt a near-fatal blow to her inexplicable self-confidence.

Anyway, she felt that she had already apologized according to the teacher's request, and Ling Xing didn't accept it, so why not care about her?

She crossed Ling Xing's desk and walked to Su Qingluo's desk. Compared with Ling Xing's attitude, her attitude towards Su Qingluo was obviously much kinder, and even a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Su Qingluo is the same... "

The young man's cold and indifferent voice interrupted Qiu Yilin's next words without mercy: "Get lost!"

The concise and concise words put Qiu Yilin in an extremely embarrassing place.

Ling Xing almost wanted to turn around and give Su Qingluo a high five.

Qiu Yilin didn't know how she got back to her seat. As soon as she sat down, Tian Jiayun at the front desk came over: "The teacher asked you to apologize to them?"

"Otherwise?" Qiu Yilin was annoyed: "Do you think I will take the initiative to apologize to them?"

"Why not?" Xia Nianchu's voice came in from the side, and she had a half-smile: "Isn't it you who started the rumor first?"

Tian Jiayun's facial features, which were pulled so weirdly by the tight hair, showed ferocity under the excitement: "What's the matter with you, what are you bibi?"

"Should I say that you are a running dog or an accomplice?" Xia Nianchu rolled his eyes at Tian Jiayun, and said, "What a jitter."

"you--"

The class bell rang at the right time, and Tian Jiayun had no choice but to return to her seat no matter how upset she felt.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yilin kept calling the system's voice, but the system never responded.

The number of places for the debate competition will be selected by sister Yu in the last class at noon. She said that the school gave each class 7 places this time.

However, these 7 places are not the final places for the participants. An internal debate will be held for these selected places, and there are only eight final places.

There are only eight places in the entire second year of high school. One can imagine how cruel this debate will be in the end.

Many students in the school retreated early. They felt that they would definitely not be able to get into the final quota, and they didn't want to waste too much time on it.

In the past few days, Ling Xing has read a lot of information about the debate competition, and has a certain understanding of the rules of the debate competition.

As for the pros and cons, Yu Jie asked to choose by lottery.

Ling Xing drew the positive side, and Zeng Zhile drew the negative side.

The corner of Zeng Zhile's mouth twitched, and he read the words on the note: "'Study depends on talent', doesn't it think highly of me?"

Lu Qianmo at the front desk also looked back in frustration, and said to Zeng Zhile: "The ones I drew are the same as yours, but I always prepare squares..."

The two cherished each other for a while, and Zeng Zhile began to wonder what the two people at the back table had drawn?

Pei Yan unfolded the note, and smiled awkwardly at Zeng Zhile: "I'm sorry, I'm your opponent."

Zeng Zhi happily smirked: "I can rest assured that you are my opponent, you can't win anyway."

The smile on Pei Yan's mouth didn't reach his eyes: "We'll wait and see."

When Zeng Zhile looked at Su Qingluo, he seemed to have a sincere expression: "Luo Shen, what did you get?"

Su Qingluo glanced at the note thrown on the desk, and said indifferently, "I don't know."

He didn't seem interested in opening up.

Kind of embarrassing.

Zeng Zhile pulled down Ling Xing's clothes calmly, Ling Xing looked at her suspiciously, and then followed her gaze to Su Qingluo at the back table.

Inevitably seeing the unopened note on his desk, Ling Xing was a little curious and asked him, "Are you a square?"

Su Qingluo restrained her sloppy attitude, and pushed the note on the desk to her hand: "I haven't read it yet, just take a look."

Ling Xing opened the note, and the words 'study depends on talent' came into view impressively.

Don't say it, it's really fucking appropriate.

She returned the note to Su Qingluo, and told him by the way: "We are rivals."

Su Qingluo: "..."

Su Qingluo: How about I admit defeat first?