Chapter 19 19. Are you two in puppy love?

Author: Yan Lingyu

Chapter 19 19. Are you two in puppy love?

Ling Xing didn't study in the evening. When she got home from school, she started studying the blackboard newspapers that had won awards over the years.

According to the system, their second and third class blackboard newspaper won second place in this competition.

So what is written in the book must be destined?

What if she tries to break away from the plot? For example, she won first place in the Blackboard newspaper's competition this time?

If you want something, you have to work hard.

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

Now I can't move my right hand, and fingerprint unlocking definitely won't work. If I had known, I would have recorded a fingerprint on my left hand.

After a moment of frustration, Ling Xing tried several times and finally remembered the password. She clicked on WeChat and saw that they were sending messages in a group that the tutor asked them to join on the last day of tutoring.

It seems that a batch of Huanggang test papers arrived in a bookstore, and the tutor asked the bookstore owner in the group if anyone needed them.

The Huanggang test paper was Ling Xing's nightmare. She still remembered that every time she took the Huanggang test paper, her total score would be dozens of points lower than usual.

It is still necessary. The most important thing in learning is to answer more questions. As long as you do the same type of questions too many times, you will develop muscle memory and your answering speed will increase a lot.

As soon as she turned off the phone screen, Ling Xing remembered what Liang Qingzhou warned her today. It wasn't that difficult to add WeChat, but she had long forgotten Liang Qingzhou's WeChat ID in the past few days.

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

I don't know how Sister Yu rejected her, but Qiu Yilin looked very ugly when she came back from the office.

The electronic voice continued to give her advice, saying that as long as the blackboard poster was not the heroine, no matter who completed it, Qiu Yilin would have completed the task, and there was no need for it to be her.

Qiu Yilin was a little eager for quick success, but she couldn't let go, blaming all this on the heroine's halo.

Zeng Zhile also heard about Qiu Yilin's self-recommendation. She has always been a smart person and hit the point straight to the point: "That person named Tian is so close to Qiu Yilin, and Qiu Yilin wants to draw a blackboard newspaper. They can't be..."

Although the rest of the words were not spoken, the meaning was understood.

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

Zeng Zhile curled his lips, obviously disapproving, and had no words to refute.

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

Zeng Zhile has been drawing pictures during the two days of evening self-study classes. Her part has basically been completed, and the rest is just filling in the words.

Ever since he learned that Ling Xing's handwriting with his left hand was not inferior to that of his right hand, Zeng Zhile, who was deeply shocked, bought several copybooks in the bookstore and used them to practice calligraphy during breaks between classes.

There was no late self-study on Friday night. The next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. Considering that it was unsafe for dormitory students to go home too late, the school canceled the late self-study on this day.

Today it happens to be Ling Xing's group's turn to be on duty.

Ji Yan was not in a hurry to leave after school. He asked Ling Xing if he had any plans for the holidays.

Ling Xing thought for a while and answered truthfully: "I don't have any plans. My hands are not convenient for writing these days. I have left behind many test papers. I may have to 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. He called Nan Xi. Can you come with him?"

"We'll see then." Ling Xing gave an ambiguous answer.

She knew Nan Xi, and Nan Xi would not directly agree to Monkey's request without asking her whether she was going. After all, she and Monkey were not very familiar with each other.

Some students in the class who had not yet left turned to look at them. Ji Yan had excellent grades and was a good-looking person. He was a special being in this class.

Maybe it's because the author of this book set the male protagonist to be a heartthrob, or maybe it's because he's 17 or 18 years old and can't tell the difference between liking and being strong. In short, many people have an inexplicable fondness for Ji Yan.

Ji Yan glanced at Ling Xing's right hand hanging down on the desk, and reached out to take the broom from Zeng Zhile's hand: "Xingxing, 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 five of us in this group, Ling Xing only 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 an odd number, and Su Qingluo happened to be alone, so they were simply assigned to the group at the front desk.

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

Ji Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Su Qingluo. The two teenagers, who were almost the same height, stood in the narrow aisle, refusing to give in to each other.

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

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

The electronic voice's flat tone did not rise and fall: "Host, this is indeed not the second male lead."

The monkey standing outside the classroom looked over the window and asked Ji Yan: "Brother Yan, can you leave?"

"Yeah." 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 swept one side of the classroom, while they swept the stools upside down on the desk.

Ling Xing couldn't really watch them sweep, so he hurried over to help them move their stools.

As soon as he lifted a stool, Su Luo blocked it with the end of a broomstick.

The young man's eyebrows were a little dull, and his words were not very pleasant: "You are not needed here."

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

Ling Xing: "..."

Was she disliked by the group?

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

Today is already Friday, and school will start again on Tuesday after the holidays. At that time, there will only be one day left before Wednesday's competition. Ling Xing is not in a hurry, she is almost dying of anxiety.

"good."

Ling Xing originally planned to stay in the classroom for a while after school today and finish drawing on the blackboard before leaving.

No matter how flexible your left hand is, it is still inferior to your right hand. Especially when you raise your arm to write, you will soon feel sore and uncomfortable.

Ling Xing finished copying a paragraph of prose and the floor in the classroom was swept.

After sweeping the floor, Zeng Zhile stayed with Ling Xing in the classroom for a while and then left. Her slight mysophobia made her sweaty and not take a shower.

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

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

The words to be written next are on the sea water painted by Zeng Zhile. The idea of ​​adding the sea was discussed by her and Zeng Zhile together. The name is: Studying the Sea without End and Working Hard on the Boat.

The blue sea is paired with brown gravel, and the words Ling Xing paired with the picture are brown gravel.

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

She was still a little scared to be alone in the classroom, so she pretended to be calm and slowly looked back.

There was indeed a figure behind her, and Ling Xing was so frightened that she almost fell off the stool.

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

Ling Xing patted the folds on her clothes that Su Qingluo had picked up when he helped her, and said angrily: "You can't even make a sound when you walk?"

Su Qingluo's tone was also somewhat helpless: "You were too focused and didn't hear me."

"Then why are you back again?"

"I forgot to take something."

Ling Xing frowned: "Why do you always forget to take things? Do you have such a bad memory at such a young age?"

Su Qingluo fell silent.

I thought Su Qingluo would leave after taking the things, but unexpectedly, he didn't leave. He still sat in his seat and turned to look at Ling Xing writing.

Okay, it’s not that scary if there are more than one person in the classroom.

After writing two more lines, Ling Xing asked him out of nowhere: "Do you think this looks good?"

"It doesn't look good." Su Qingluo showed no mercy.

"Um?"

He stood up and walked towards Lingxing, pointed to the patch of gravel with characters on it, and explained slowly: "The dark blue sea, white seagulls, brown gravel, and the chalk colors are a bit colorful, but they don't have any visual impact.

Effect."

The young man was very tall. Ling Xing could reach the position that only Ling Xing could reach by standing on a stool, but he could reach it by stretching his arms.

Ling Xing thought what he said made sense and asked again: "For example?"

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

It actually makes sense unexpectedly.

Ling Xing picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped the handwriting, and said generously: "If I get first place in this competition, you will have one-third of the credit."

Su Qingluo was not moved by her big pie and asked: "Really? If you win first place, how are you going to thank me?"

"This is a collective honor, not my fault alone."

Su Qingluo sneered.

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

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

Did someone forget to take something again?

After a while, a fat security guard appeared at the door of Class 2 and Class 3. 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: "We are doing the tasks assigned by the teacher."

"What tasks have to wait until school is over?" The security guard's inquiring eyes looked back and forth between the two of them several times, and after a long while he said: "You two are not in puppy love, are you?"
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