I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Chapter 53

Finally, at 11:30, their excursion was finally over, and they got in the car and prepared to go back.

There were two cars going back, one for the second and third shifts, and one for the second and fifth shifts. Sister Yu also rushed back from the hospital and was standing in front of the car waiting for them.

After arriving in the car, Ling Xing also took a special look at it. The students who were stung by bees were not in the car. They should have gone home after returning from the hospital.

Ling Xing still sat in the seat where she came, and Su Qingluo still sat next to her. The only difference was that Liang Qingzhou also shamelessly squeezed into the second and third class cars, and sat in Su Qingluo's seat. Clear the back.

His coquettish maneuvers made Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile have to suspect that there should be some unruly genes in him.

Zeng Zhile didn't have the courage to turn around to face the two great gods, so he could only frantically send WeChat messages to Ling Xing on his mobile phone.

Zeng Zhile: [How is it?Have they hit it again? 】

Ling Xing looked at Su Qingluo with her eyes closed and rested beside her, and replied to her: [There is no such sign. 】

Zeng Zhile got excited: [The school bully doesn't take the car of his own class, but insists on coming to sit in our class, Xing Xing, what do you think he means? 】

Ling Xing: [I don't know. 】

Liang Qingzhou's behavior is indeed a bit inexplicable, it should be the nonsensical arrangement of the plot in the book.

Just after returning to Zeng Zhile, Ling Xing received another WeChat message from Shi Shu.

Brother: 【Ji Yan just came to our house. 】

Ling Xing held the phone, and didn't know what to answer for a while, Ji Yan was stung by a bee, so he can't rest at home, why go to her house?

Suddenly there was no rush to go back.

Liang Qingzhou in the back seat patted Ling Xing's seat at this time, and Ling Xing looked back.

I saw the guy holding up his phone, revealing the QR code of his WeChat personal business card: "Give you a chance to add me..."

After the voice fell, Su Qingluo opened her eyes and turned to look at him. The three of them looked at each other, and Ling Xing's mobile phone hadn't been taken out yet.

Su Qingluo frowned, took out her phone from her pocket, and said lightly, "I'll add you."

Liang Qingzhou rolled his eyes, his handsome facial features were distorted due to too much force, he snorted: "You are not a woman, why add me?"

Co-author, the two of you have been in love and killed each other for so long, and now you are not even a WeChat friend?

Liang Qingzhou only has the most cheeky skin all over his body. His cheeky skin is almost disposable, and he can't use it up after throwing it away. In the end, he just relied on his thick skin to successfully add Ling Xing's WeChat.

Of course, he was also forced to add Su Qingluo, and even Qiu Yilin who came out of nowhere.

After adding Qiu Yilin's WeChat, Liang Qingzhou came back to it belatedly. He picked up his cheeks with his tongue and wrote his displeasure on his face: "Why are you everywhere? I know you like me so much that I can't extricate myself. I told you too, I don’t like this type, can you be a little self-aware?!”

How could Qiu Yilin have self-knowledge, she lowered her head slightly and looked helpless: "I like it, what could be wrong?"

This is simply 82 Longjing, the car is full of tea.

Turning around, Ling Xing heard Qiu Yilin, who was humble, complaining to the system: "Is the male second person not sick? Why is he so narcissistic?"

The system's voice was flat: "Host, if you can't wait to get close to him, he will definitely feel good about himself."

Qiu Yilin didn't speak any more, and sat in the empty seat behind Liang Qingzhou. The last row was a row of five, and there were three boys sitting in the five seats. Qiu Yilin happened to sit in the empty seat between them.

Liang Qingzhou looked back at Qiu Yilin, then turned her head to stare at Ling Xing for a while, and said in surprise: "Hey, you two wear very similar clothes and have the same hairstyle. If you don't look carefully, you really think you are the same person."

It's not just like a person, even Ji Yan, who has been with him for so many years, can recognize the wrong person.

During this period of time, Zeng Zhile sent several WeChat messages to Ling Xing.

Zeng Zhile: [What's the situation?The school bully added you on WeChat? 】

Zeng Zhile: [Xing, I have long wanted to ask if Qiu Yilin has some mental problems, why can she be there for everything?It's annoying to watch. 】

Ling Xing replied with a cute bunny emoticon package, holding the mobile phone and watching the scene of the car going backwards rapidly outside the window in a daze. She remembered that when she added Liang Qingzhou's WeChat just now, she inadvertently glanced at the screen of Su Qingluo's mobile phone, Su Qingluo The wallpaper is a screenshot of the chat interface.

She only glanced at the text on it, and didn't see it very clearly, but it was very familiar, as if it was the WeChat message she sent him during late night emo a few days ago.

[Student Su Qingluo, the seat will be changed tomorrow, I wonder if there is still a chance to be the front and back table with you. 】

[I personally like to be the front and back desk with you. 】

Those two wechat messages were edited by her when she was in a bad mood. She didn't intend to send them, but she didn't stop.

After sending, she threw the phone aside, stared at the swan night light for a while, and felt that the two messages were sent inappropriately. When she picked up the phone and wanted to withdraw, the time limit for withdrawing had already exceeded.

After all, those two WeChat messages were not withdrawn, and after 1 minute, she received a reply.

The boy replied concisely with one word: [Okay! 】

He agreed, and he did what he said!
Because Ji Yan is at home, Ling Xing doesn't want to go home, and now she doesn't want to see Ji Yan at all.

But there is still a lot of homework left to do, and there seems to be no better way than going home.

When Ling Xing asked, he said: [Brother, is he still at our house? 】

Shi Shu replied quickly: 【Well, he said he will wait for you to come back and he has something to say to you. 】

If there is a fart, what do you say, that the two have been together for nearly twenty years, and he can't even recognize her?
Simply bullshit.

Ji Yan's back is also very similar to Su Qingluo, why has she never misidentified her?

Most of the misunderstandings in this world are just making excuses for your own selfishness.

Ling Xing has listened to the explanation a lot, and he is tired of listening, and now he is even more bored just thinking about it.

Ling Xing asked Zeng Zhile: [Where are you going later? 】

Zeng Zhile replied quickly: [Of course I went home to do my homework, a bunch of homework is waving to me at home. 】

As soon as Ling Xing finished reading it, the message was withdrawn by Zeng Zhile.

Zeng Zhile: [Do you have any arrangements? 】

Zeng Zhile: 【Take me! ! ! 】

There are no arrangements for the arrangement, it is simply that I don't want to go home.

Zeng Zhile suggested: [Let's have a meal together, and then go to the library. 】

This opinion is very good.

……

Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile spent most of the day in the library, and she was not ready to go home until after six o'clock in the afternoon when she sent a WeChat message saying that Ji Yan had left.

When Ling Xing got off the bus, it was already 7:19 in the evening, the sky was completely dark, and the battery of the mobile phone was almost dead.

She was not in a hurry to go home, and walked home slowly with loose steps.

Not long after walking, Ling Xing felt as if someone was watching her. The sixth sense is a very accurate thing. Her first reaction was fear, and she took a bold look back.

The young man followed her slowly with his hands in his pockets. The streetlights stretched his tall and thin figure very long. It is unknown when he followed her, let alone how long he followed her.

Ling Xing stopped and waved at him: "Hi! Su Qingluo."

Needless to say it was a coincidence, this kind of coincidence was probably planned for a long time.

A one-person trip becomes a two-person trip.

The two walked under the broken street light. It was very dark here, and the light from the street light in the distance couldn't come in. Ling Xing waved goodbye to Su Qingluo: "See you tomorrow."

But the boy shook his head, insisted on following her and said, "It's getting dark, I'll see you off."

The night was windy, and occasionally two stray kittens jumped over the bushes.

The two stepped into the dark night together, and Ling Xing felt that his hand was suddenly gently grasped.

There are some things she never wants to hide, and no mouth no matter where it is, it doesn't sound like a good thing.

Under the cover of the night, she suddenly asked: "Su Qingluo, do you like me a little bit?"

The young man froze for a moment, and his body stopped.

Ling Xing's hand was held by him, and he had to stop.

The night was dark, but the two of them were so close that they could see each other's eyes clearly.

Ling Xing smiled after seeing the surprise in his black eyes that almost merged with the night.

"No." He said.

Narcissistic.

Ling Xing twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment. Compared with the embarrassment, there seemed to be a sense of loss in his heart.

"Not at all." The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, mixed with boundless lust, he bent down and approached Ling Xing, his warm breath spraying on her ears.

The light soap locust fragrance strikes, clean and refreshing.

The young man's voice was full of sincerity, every word was clear: "Ling Xing, I like you very much!"

He didn't ask Ling Xing if he also liked him, as if he knew the result, more like he was afraid to say no to Ling Xing.

Walk through the dark road, and then you can see Shishu standing at the gate.

Just when Su Qingluo was about to let go, Ling Xing suddenly held his hand instead.

The fingertips touch each other, and one touch is away.

(End of this chapter)