I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Qiu Yilin, who thought she had figured out Ling Xing's thoughts, would not easily break her defense.

Probably because she really doesn't care about her grades at all. In this senior year of high school where even going to the toilet is a waste of time, Qiu Yilin is the only one who doesn't put any effort into her studies.

She is the last one to come to school every day and the first one to leave the classroom. She also sleeps on the desk during class. It is common for her to be distracted.

The head teacher would try to persuade her with earnest words at first, but in the end he gave up on her completely.

There is a corresponding relationship between dedication and reward. Qiu Yilin was unwilling to give anything, so her grades naturally became worse and worse.

It can be said that Qiu Yilin is fighting in a state that Ling Xing most hopes to see.

Qiu Yilin's scores in these exams have frequently refreshed Ling Xing's understanding of low scores. Ling Xing did not deliberately pay attention to Qiu Yilin's scores, but it was inevitable that his classmates would discuss them. After all, Qiu Yilin had been working with them for more than a year. classmate.

After hearing their discussion, Zeng Zhile curled his lips and said, "Life is her own. If she doesn't work hard, who can save her?"

That's true, but...

Ling Xing's fingers holding the pen tightened, and her eyes fell into the void. Is Qiu Yilin's life really her own?

Of course not, she is not the real Qiu Yilin, and no one knows whether the real Qiu Yilin is alive or dead.

After spending a long time with Su Qingluo, Ling Xing now occasionally talks about Qiu Yilin to him.

Ling Xing never talked about systems clearly, but Su Qingluo seemed to know everything.

Su Qingluo stayed at Ling Xing's house for five or six days, and then left F City with his father who came back temporarily. He didn't say where he was going, and Ling Xing didn't ask him.

Half a month after he left, he contacted Ling Xing and brought him a piece of news that was absolutely the best for Ling Xing.

……

When he met Qiu Yilin again at school, Ling Xing ignored her nostrils and walked over to her and asked: "Classmate Qiu Yilin, can I talk to you?"

Qiu Yilin's eyes were obviously filled with lust. This brainless person probably thought that Ling Xing couldn't figure out her mentality, and now he had nothing to do with her.

She raised her chin high, glanced at Ling Xing with the tail of her eyes, and snorted coldly: "What can you and I have to talk about?"

There really was nothing to talk about. After all, the teachers and students in the school knew that they didn't get along.

After Qiu Yilin finished speaking, she grabbed the arm of her classmate and started to leave, but her female classmate did not move.

The girl let go of Qiu Yilin's arm and walked to Zeng Zhile's side. She tried hard to hide the gossip in her eyes and said to Qiu Yilin: "I didn't waste much time when I came to talk to you. Just to save face."

Qiu Yilin frowned. She really didn't really want to reject Ling Xing, so she agreed half-heartedly.

It is lunch break now, but there are not many students walking around the campus. Except for some energetic students playing basketball on the playground, almost everyone else is studying or sleeping in the classroom.

In recent years, the school has also been beautifying. Several trees were planted not far from the playground, forming a small forest. Very few students usually go there, and there are not many people at this time.

Ling Xing invited Qiu Yilin to a small forest. Zeng Zhile took the girl and stood not far away from them. He could see them but couldn't hear the conversation between Ling Xing and Qiu Yilin.

Qiu Yilin's impatience was written on her face, and she rolled her eyes at Ling Xing: "What exactly do you want to say? Say it quickly, don't waste my time."

Ling Xing looked around again, and after making sure there was no one around, he asked, "Do you really not care about your grades at all?"

Qiu Yilin folded her arms in front of her chest and sneered: "How my grades are is my own business. What does it have to do with you?"

Without waiting for Ling Xing to speak, she continued: "What? Are you so concerned about my grades? Are you starting to have a mother's heart? Are you still trying to influence me?"

Ling Xing looked at her coldly for a moment and suddenly asked her: "Qiu Yilin, do you think your so-called system really exists?"

Qiu Yilin's expression suddenly changed. She knew that Ling Xing might know about the existence of the system was one thing, but Ling Xing's direct question was another matter entirely.

She narrowed her eyes and refused to admit: "I don't understand what you are talking about." At the same time, Ling Xing heard her frantic call to the system.

For some unknown reason, the system did not reply to Qiu Yilin.

Ling Xing lowered her head and straightened the buttons on her clothes. She looked up at Qiu Yilin again, without giving Qiu Yilin time to react. She asked a series of questions: "In other words, why can't others hear or see your system?" No? Are you sure that's not a hallucination or auditory hallucination caused by your schizophrenia?"

Qiu Yilin took a step back unconsciously. A trace of panic clearly flashed across her face, but she quickly calmed down.

"Auditory hallucination?" She glanced at Ling Xing in confusion: "Can you tell if it's an auditory hallucination?"

After all, Ling Xing once asked about electronic music in class.

Ling Xing smiled indifferently. There was no trace of nervousness in her expression, and she asked another question: "Do you really think that you are not the original Qiu Yilin, but a lonely soul from another world?"

As soon as she said these words, Qiu Yilin couldn't hold herself any longer. She unconsciously raised her voice: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I want to say," Ling Xing stepped forward and got closer to Qiu Yilin. She lowered her voice: "Does your system really exist? Are you really not schizophrenic? Who else can sense that so-called System? Do you really believe in something that doesn’t even exist?”

Qiu Yilin pursed her lips and looked at Ling Xing with an extremely unfamiliar look. Her system still didn't reply to her.

Ling Xing continued to output: "Also, there are so many excellent girls in the world, why do you think I am the heroine?"

Qiu Yilin has always remained silent. She really can't prove the existence of the system to anyone, and the system does only exist in her consciousness.

Moreover, the system can find her anytime and anywhere, but she cannot find the system many times.

Schizophrenia?Auditory hallucinations?
Once a seed of doubt is planted in her heart, the seed will begin to take root and sprout. On the surface, Qiu Yilin still has the look of "whatever you say, I won't listen anyway", but her heart has begun to waver.

Ling Xing looked at her with sympathetic eyes and said, "You think you are a raider? But I think you are more like a beggar than a raider."

Raiders?
Qiu Yilin inevitably thought of the Raiders she had seen in books. They seemed to be born with the aura of protagonists, and indeed none of them had such a difficult life as her.

The system said it was helping her, but it didn't seem to have done anything to help her.

So, does the system really exist?
Just when she thought of this, a familiar electronic voice sounded in Qiu Yilin's mind: "Host, don't be deceived by her. We have cooperated for so long, of course I am real."

The confusion in Qiu Yilin's eyes slowly faded away, and she asked the system: "Do you have an entity?"

System: "Host, none of us have entities."

Qiu Yilin hesitated for a moment and then asked: "She is fully aware of your existence. Can you let her see you?"

The system is silent.

Ling Xing's fingers hanging by her side tightened unconsciously. She knew that this matter needed to be further fueled, and continued: "You touch your body, aren't you a human being of flesh and blood? You have parents, relatives and friends. , you still can’t figure out who is the paper man?”

Qiu Yilin touched her arm unconsciously. Of course she was a person of flesh and blood, and of course not a paper person.

The system should be able to feel Qiu Yilin's inner thoughts, and its electronic voice is much higher pitched: "Host, don't believe her, she is confusing you!"

Qiu Yilin seemed to wake up instantly, squinting at Ling Xing.

She told the system: "Then prove it to her and make me believe that you are real."

The system fell silent again.

Just short of getting angry, Ling Xing smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. Anyway, there is a long way to go. As long as you don't believe it for a day, I will continue to educate you about science. One day you will believe me."

The system finally became silent.