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The debate class is over, it's already eight o'clock in the evening.

Ling Xing walked behind Senior Sister Qingran, and was forced to eavesdrop on Senior Xie Yingan's begging speech——

"Ranran, I forgot to bring my keys when I went out today, and there is no one at home..."

Senior sister Qingran nodded: "Okay, when I get home later, I will call the unlocking company for you as soon as possible."

Senior Xie Yingan: "..."

After walking a short distance, the sophomores and seniors left separately.

Ling Xing, Su Qingluo, and Pei Yan went back to the classroom together to bring some homework home. Qiu Yilin was originally behind them, but she didn't go far, and she suddenly quickened her pace and ran to the front.

During the period, when passing by Ling Xing, he bumped Ling Xing heavily with his shoulder.

The bump didn't hurt, Ling Xing paused slightly, she felt that Qiu Yilin's recent series of behaviors were getting outrageous.

Self-proclaimed high-level players, actually started to use this kind of unapproachable means?
Ling Xing thought it was nothing, but Su Qingluo didn't think so. As soon as he quickened his pace, Ling Xing, who had expected his movement, stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm.

"Forget it," Ling Xing shook his head at him, her eyes clearly looked at the back of Qiu Yilin walking in front, but there was no shadow of her in her eyes: "Why bother to be as knowledgeable as her."

For such a long period of time in the past, Ling Xing has almost figured out that the best way to get along with someone like Qiu Yilin is to ignore her, just treat her as if she doesn't exist, and don't pay attention to her at all.

What makes Ling Xing feel ridiculous is that Qiu Yilin still wants to stimulate her with Ji Yan?
Hehe, that's it.

She wished that Ji Yan and Qiu Yilin would lock each other up sooner. If Qiu Yilin and Ji Yan were together, the plot of this book would be over, so no matter what, she would bring the two together early.

Su Qingluo, who was pulled by the arm, was forced to slow down. He first glanced sideways at Pei Yan who was walking on his left.

Pei Yan has always been a fool, after sensing Su Qingluo's unfriendly eyes, he understood in seconds.

Then, Ling Xing and Su Qingluo watched Pei Yan pat the back of his left hand with his right hand, and quickened his pace while muttering: "Damn it, why are there still mosquitoes in this weather?"

Ling Xing: "..."

Su Qingluo: "..."

Brother, the weather is already early winter, can your excuses be more clumsy?

When Pei Yan gradually walked away, Ling Xing also let go of Su Qingluo's arm, jokingly, this is at school, if he is caught, he will be suspected even if it is nothing.

Su Qingluo knew Ling Xing's concerns, so he didn't get entangled in this matter. He asked Ling Xing another question: "She seems to be very hostile to you."

Please remove the word seems, thank you.

Ling Xing smiled indifferently, and explained slowly: "Often outstanding people are either liked, admired, envied, or considered no different from ordinary people."

The girl's eyes illuminated by the light of the street lamp had a confident light: "Obviously, I belong to the third type in her eyes."

Su Qingluo was stunned for a moment, probably because she didn't expect Ling Xing's explanation to put gold on her face like this.

But he quickly reacted and nodded solemnly: "You are right."

Ling Xing: "...Really? I made up nonsense."

Under the night sky, the two looked at each other.

Now Su Qingluo's voice was also tinged with a bit of a smile: "The nonsense is also very reasonable."

……

At this time of evening self-study, half of the time the teacher will not be in the classroom.

The study in the second year of high school is heavy, and many students have to be self-disciplined in their studies. Even if some students are not self-disciplined, they have to work hard just because most of the students in the class are studying hard.

But there are still people who are not working hard...

As soon as Ling Xing entered the classroom, he found that his seat had been taken by Xia Nianchu.

Zeng Zhile and she didn't know what they were talking about, their expressions were very ugly.

Oh, Lu Qianmo at the front desk also participated in it, it should be said that the expressions of the three girls are very dignified.

what happened?
When Ling Xing approached, I heard them discussing the debate competition. Speaking of this, I have to mention the winning and losing voting session in the school bar.

In fact, the students participating in the debate competition have worked very hard not to pay attention to the school bar, so as not to be affected by negative emotions.

I heard that the post about which school can win in the school bar has already built nearly 1000 floors, of which more than [-] floors are the chosen No. [-] Middle School.

The other hundreds of buildings did not choose City No. [-] Middle School, and many of them still saw that F High was their alma mater.

In short, everyone didn't have high expectations for them to win this time, and even the school didn't mention anything after they won, as if they had tacitly agreed that they would definitely lose this time.

Helpless, the opponent is really strong.

Zeng Zhile and Xia Nianchu didn't know if they were full, they actually went to count how many people chose F Gao Neng to win, and how many people chose Shi No. [-] Middle School to win.

After the statistics, Zeng Zhile held the statistics sheet in his hand, and cursed through gritted teeth: "This group of people are all bloody traitors. They are clearly in High School F, but their hearts are toward No. [-] Middle School."

Xia Nianchu also said angrily: "That's right, since you like Shi No. [-] Middle School so much, what are you still doing at F High?"

Lu Qianmo looked at the two of them inexplicably, and reminded her aloud, "Is there a possibility that the city's No. [-] Middle School can't accept so many people?"

It is true that City No. [-] Middle School cannot accept so many students. After so many years, F Gao's reputation has only been improved by the few seniors who participated in the physics competition recommended last year. This reputation did not last long. In the same year, the city No. [-] middle school had a top scorer in the college entrance examination, and it firmly beat F Gao by a head.

So, is this debate really not important to F Gao?
not necessarily.

Just seeing how quickly the school invited a professional Teacher Su, one can tell how much they attach importance to the debate competition.

I didn't mention winning or losing, probably because I was afraid that the students who participated in the debate competition would feel pressured.

Ling Xing didn't care about the voting session initiated in the school bar. Which school can win is not determined by voting alone.

However, Pei Yan, who had just sat down in his seat, was a little interested in this. He stuck out half of his head and asked, "Then is there any reward and punishment for winning or losing?"

Zeng Zhile was shocked by his sudden head, her body visibly trembled, and her voice suddenly raised: "Die, scaring people will scare people to death, do you know that?"

Pei Yan slightly pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, feeling embarrassed for his rashness: "I'm sorry, classmate Zeng Zhile."

Zeng Zhile didn't hold back on him either, she raised her chin slightly: "It's fine, I don't blame you."

Pei Yan: "...Thank you."

When Pei Yan came back, Ling Xing must have come back, Xia Nianchu hurriedly gave up the seat under her buttocks, but was not in a hurry to go back.

After Pei Yan sat down, he asked the question again: "You said betting by voting, are there rewards and punishments for winning or losing?"

Zeng Zhile looked back at him with an expression of 'you're thinking about shit': "Are you still going to decide on rewards and punishments? Tell me, how do you decide?"

Pei Yan ignored Zeng Zhile's contemptuous eyes, and there seemed to be a bit of cunning hidden in his beautiful eyes under the lens: "It goes without saying that those who bet on us can win, but those who bet on our school can't win, if you bet If you lose, can you not make some contributions to the school?"

After all, he looked sideways at Ling Xing who was also looking back at him: "Ling Xing, what do you think?"

Pei Yan never likes to put things in his heart, this time...

Ling Xing was too lazy to think so much, and nodded solemnly: "I think what you said makes sense."

It is justifiable not to believe the students from your school, after all, the other party is too powerful, but it is not worthy of forgiveness if you don't believe that you still want to bully the students from your school.

Although it is said that the students who pull and step are in the minority, some people blindly agree without distinguishing between right and wrong, which is itself a mistake.

In the early stage of the debate competition, the psychology of all participating students is already tense. It's good that they can't get in touch with those negative emotions. If they get in touch, who will feel at ease?
Pei Yan heard that the shallow smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a lot, and he looked at his deskmate again: "Luoshen, what do you think?"

Ever since Su Qingluo won the first place in the grade with unfathomable grades, the entire second and third classes called him 'Luo Shen' both openly and secretly.

After all, a person who often sleeps in class, but his grades never fall to the altar, how can ordinary people do it?

Su Qingluo nodded without expression: "Yes."

Zeng Zhile twitched the corner of his mouth: "Although what you said is somewhat reasonable, whoever is willing to admit that it is me who loses?"

Makes sense.

The four looked at each other for a while.

Su Qingluo said slowly: "This matter... Liang Qingzhou may have rich experience."

Ling Xing immediately put himself out: "It is agreed in advance that I refuse to participate in the matter of looking for Liang Qingzhou."

She didn't have time to participate either.

Regardless of whether the plot is still going on now, Ling Xing doesn't want to have anything to do with Liang Qingzhou.

For various reasons, we all know.

Liang Qingzhou is a good person. Even if he likes someone in his heart, he will not stalk this person.

In the same way, if he doesn't like someone, no matter how much others like him, he will directly reject him, and he will never give anyone any illusion.

This is also the reason why Qiu Yilin repeatedly complained about the difficulty of his strategy due to the system.

It may be that his status as a school bully does not allow it.

Su Qingluo nodded: "I know, I will go and tell him."

Ling Xing looked at him suspiciously: "You won't fight him again, will you?"

Su Qingluoya's long black eyelashes were half drooping, and the small red mole on the bridge of his nose was so pale that it could hardly be seen, so he remained silent.

In Ling Xing's eyes, it is equivalent to default.

This guy……

Zeng Zhile looked at Ling Xing and Su Qingluo with a subtle expression. After watching for a while, she and Pei Yan waved for him to come closer.

Pei Yan was full of vigilance, and did not follow her request to approach: "Why can't you say something like this?"

Zeng Zhile: "..."

Whisper, do you understand?
Zeng Zhile rolled her eyes at him speechlessly: "If I talk to you again, I'll be a dog!"

"Oh!" Pei Yan exposed her mercilessly: "You said the same thing last time and last time."

Zeng Zhile's face turned from ugly to livid: "I found out, you will always be a bad guy."

Pei Yan expressed dissatisfaction: "What is the definition of no product in your eyes? To be honest, is it no product?"

Now the melon eaters changed from Zeng Zhile and Pei Yan to Ling Xing and Su Qingluo.

At 20:30, the evening self-study of day students ended, and the four of them left the classroom together.

Zeng Zhile took Ling Xing's arm and said to her: "Xing Xing, I have found out for you. This time your opponents in the debate competition are all very strong, but there is one person whose logic is so strong that it is unbelievable. Drive your opponent crazy."

Ling Xing was not surprised: "You are talking about He Tan, right? I have seen many competition videos about him."

He Tan is not an ordinary person. He has participated in various debate competitions since he was a child, and his results are very good every time. In the past two years, he has won the championship frequently.

He chose liberal arts for the second grade of high school. He is one of the rare existences who won the first place in the grade with the liberal arts score.

He Qin's logical thinking ability is very strong, which may be related to the thinking ability he developed from participating in debate competitions since he was a child. It is definitely not groundless that he almost drove his opponent crazy.

Ling Xing knew that if Qiu Yilin didn't wear books, she and Ji Yan would have won over He Tan in this debate.

She also knew that after they won, Ji Yan made a request to He Qin that was devastating to him.

Ji Yan asked He Qin not to participate in any debate competitions in the future.

Ling Xing didn't know why Ji Yan asked for this, because when she fell asleep, Ji Yan had already started asking He Tan.

The dream was so real that after waking up from the dream, Ling Xing still remembered Ji Yan's superior attitude in the dream. In front of so many teachers, students and classmates, he said mercilessly into the microphone: "Student He Qin , do you remember what you promised me before?"

The young man named He Tan turned pale, but he still took the microphone and replied firmly, "I remember."

Ji Yan curled his lips and smiled without warmth, which was completely different from his usual gentle smile: "Well, I want you to promise me that you will never participate in any debate competitions again."

As soon as the words fell, the audience sighed suddenly.

He Tan's body also froze completely. Across the debate stage, he looked straight at Ji Yan, the corners of his pale lips were bitten into bright red, and the young man finally smiled bitterly, showing the gentleman's style to the extreme: "Okay .”

Since then, He Qin, I really have never participated in any debate competitions.

A talented young man in the debating world fell away.

It was also at that moment that Ling Xing knew that the genius debate boy He Tan was the same as the learning god Su Qingluo, but it was just to set off the excellent jumping board of the hero Ji Yan.

In order to set off how good the male protagonist is, the author swiped his pen and never cared about the life and death of any cannon fodder supporting characters, and even wiped away all their hard work and blamed it on talent.

The author takes up the pen and plays the role of Siming, but it is far less fair than Siming who treats everything as nothing. At least in the eyes of Siming, there has never been a hero or heroine.

Everyone has their own destiny, and no one is born to set off someone else's existence.

……

Walking out of the school gate, Zeng Zhile still couldn't hold back and leaned closer to Ling Xing's ear, gossiping: "Is Luoshen really living in your house?"

Ling Xing nodded, with a frank and frank attitude: "There is no one in his family, and he is just staying at my house temporarily. Can this be false?"

Zeng Zhile stopped talking, it was because Ling Xing's eyes were too open, so open that she was too embarrassed to ask the two of them what happened...

After walking for a while, Ling Xing and the others met Cheng Hang, the first-year student who was also planning to go home. Cheng Hang didn't know Ling Xing, but they knew Su Qingluo.

He pushed the thick-bottomed eyes of the beer bottle, strode up to Su Qingluo, and asked straight to the point: "Student Su, I heard that you also participated in this debate competition?"

Su Qingluo glanced at him, and said lightly: "It's just an alternate."

Hearing this, Cheng Hang scratched his hair which had not been washed for many days.

Good guy, this guy's dandruff is flying in the air under the light of the street lamp.

Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile, including Pei Yan, unconsciously slowed down to distance themselves from Cheng Hang.

"I didn't even get a place to be an alternate," Cheng Hang said, "You are still better than me."

Su Qingluo didn't say anything this time.

Cheng Hang ignored his indifference, and said to himself: "However, there is one thing about the debate that I can't figure out. I have asked many people, but no one can give me an accurate answer."

Su Qingluo continued to walk forward with one hand in her pocket, still silent.

Cheng Hang followed closely behind him, Su Qingluo didn't ask, but he answered well: "There is no right or wrong in debates, why do you use your own views to oppose other people's views?"

Su Qingluo looked at him this time as if she was looking at an idiot.

Cheng Hang refused: "If you don't answer me, don't you understand?"

The aggressive method is useless to Su Qingluo.

Seeing that Cheng Hang was about to scratch his head in agitation, Ling Xing hurriedly stopped him: "Student Cheng Hang, can I explain to you?"

Cheng Hang glanced at Ling Xing and nodded: "Then tell me."

Ling Xing quickly threw out a bunch of opinions: "The debate itself is a collision between the views of the two abnormal parties. If you use your own views to refute this collision of views, then your views are contrary to the debate. "

Cheng Hang opened his mouth, probably wanting to refute, Ling Xing didn't give him a chance to speak, and said again: "In other words, Lele and I... and Su Qingluo are all going to do homework together, but because we There is an argument about whether to write the test paper first or write the composition first. At this time, you come and tell us why you don’t go out to play? Then your point of view does not conform to the point of view we are arguing about.”

Cheng Hang finally showed a look of sudden realization.

Thankfully, this guy is finally out of his depth.

This chapter is two in one