I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

The next day, Ling Xing slept until nine o'clock in the morning, and when he woke up, he still felt a headache.

Shi Shu had asked her for a leave of absence a long time ago. Her parents rarely accompanied her siblings since she was a child, and her elder brother naturally played the role of parents in her younger sister's life.

It is precisely because sometimes Shu is at home that the Ling family's parents can work outside with so much peace of mind.

Ling Xing's fever became repeated. She was fine in the morning, able to eat, drink and sleep, but in the afternoon, she started to have a fever again.

Moreover, she still had a high fever. The doctor had no choice but to infuse her yesterday because the high fever persisted.

Today is the same high fever, 39.9 degrees.

Shi Shu was a little anxious, so he took Ling Xing to the hospital without further ado.

The doctor who saw the doctor was not the same as the doctor who was in the emergency room last night. He held Ling Xing's blood test sheet and looked at it for a long time, and he murmured while prescribing the medicine: "Why is the temperature so high? It shouldn't be..."

It was also because of this sentence that a seed of doubt was planted in Ling Xing's heart.

She had always been in good health, and it was hard for her not to think about it.

But it was related to metaphysics. She didn't know anyone in this field, and she couldn't be sure whether it was because of this. After thinking about it, she could only give up temporarily.

Ling Xing's fever lasted for a week, and she didn't go to class this week.

Su Qingluo didn't go to evening self-study this week, and I don't know what he told Sister Yu, anyway, every night after [-]:[-], he showed up at Ling Xing's house on time.

For his appearance, Shi Shu showed a little rejection on the first day, but in just two days, he got used to Su Qingluo coming every day.

She even consciously prepared Su Qingluo's dinner every day.

Now that the second year of high school is coming to an end, Ling Xing seldom asks for leave. It can be said that she almost never asks for leave throughout the year. She suddenly asks for so many days of leave, and she is a little worried that she will not be able to keep up with the class.

So at this time, Su Qingluo became her free tutor.

Su Qingluo has no experience in lecturing. Even if he breaks up a question and tells it to Ling Xing, Ling Xing still can't understand it sometimes.

It is difficult for the two of them to think on the same level. Although Su Qingluo intends to accommodate, but in terms of science, Ling Xing's foundation is not very good.

Fortunately, she is also a studious temperament.

She couldn't understand some questions after explaining them again, so she wrote down the parts she didn't understand separately, and asked Su Qingluo again. Anyway, Su Qingluo was more patient with her.

The confident one is always fearless.

Facing her repeated inquiries, Su Qingluo was not only not annoyed, but also showed excellent patience.

If it is seen by the schoolmates, it is estimated that they will be surprised again. In their eyes, the god of network will always be a cold and academic god. Even if he answers the questions of other students, he will not have the patience to explain and can explain the steps of solving the problems. It would be nice to write them on scratch paper.

However, Ling Xing also had doubts. When the two of them were doing the quiz together again this day, she asked Su Qingluo: "Last time, you seemed to say that your parents are back?"

Su Qingluo nodded, and raised her head from the notebook where she copied the poems: "It's been a while since I've been back."

Just at this time, his pen refill was used up again, so he stood up and changed another pen refill by the way, and put the empty pen refill in the stationery bag.

Ling Xing saw with sharp eyes that there were ten or twenty empty pen refills in his stationery bag. How long has it been since he emptied the empty pen refills in his stationery bag last time?

Is this guy eating pen refills?

Su Qingluo had gained experience in changing the refills, and it took only half a minute for the whole process to change a refill.

Ling Xing had already forgotten the topic just now, and asked him instead: "How many pen refills have you used?"

Su Qingluo moved her wrists, sat on the back of the chair and thought about it for a while, before seriously answering: "No, there should be nearly 50 of them."

Fuck!
Outrageous! ! !

How long has it been since she gave him the refill?
Ling Xing's eyes fell on the upper middle finger of his right hand, probably because he had written too many words during this period, and there was a thin layer of callus on the first joint of the middle finger of his right hand.

Ling Xing tried to persuade him: "I think these poems can be memorized by memorization, there should be no need to copy them?!"

She usually memorized these poems by heart, and rarely copied them.

Su Qingluo, who had just written a few words with a pen in her hand, suddenly raised her head when she heard the words, his dark eyes fixedly met Ling Xing's gaze.

The juvenile's tight jaw line made his facial features more three-dimensional. Under his dark eyes was a high and straight nose bridge, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line. He looked a little unhappy.

Ling Xing was a little guilty when he stared at him, he looked away and asked him: "I will give you a suggestion, whether you adopt it or not is your own business."

Of course Su Qingluo didn't accept it, not only did he not accept it, he also asked Ling Xing: "Are you trying to play tricks?"

The topic jumped too much, and Ling Xing couldn't turn around for a while: "Huh?"

But her reaction fell on Su Qingluo, she couldn't remember the promise she made herself.

It doesn't matter if she can't remember, Su Qingluo reminded her word by word: "The other day you said that you gave me the thousand pen refills, I will use them up without wasting them, you, just, answer, answer, be with me."

The boy suddenly stood up from the chair, walked in front of Ling Xing, bullied himself to get closer to Ling Xing, the distance between the two was extremely close, and he asked: "Can you still count?"

The breathing is blended, and the feeling of oppression is full.

Ling Xing retreated unconsciously, but there was no way to retreat, the back of the chair was behind her.

Su Qingluo kept this posture still, stubbornly waiting for her answer.

"Don't you know I have a cold? Stay away from me." Ling Xing reached out and pushed him away.

At this time, Su Qingluo was easy to talk to. With a slight push from Ling Xing, he withdrew his body a lot, distanced himself from Ling Xing.

Probably because Ling Xing didn't answer the question just now, the boy in front of him lowered his eyelids, and Ling Xing saw some red corners of his eyes.

no……

Not so much, right?

Ling Xing hurriedly explained: "How can I not remember what I said? Don't turn black and white, I clearly said, if you can use up those pen refills, we can be together after high school!!!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Qingluo immediately raised her head. His eyes were black and white, so there was no hint of redness in his eyes?
this dog...

Then, Ling Xing saw him take out his mobile phone from the sleeve of his down jacket, and the mobile phone displayed the recording interface. Su Qingluo clicked to stop recording, and the recording time showed 37 seconds.

Ling Xing: "..."

How much does this dog distrust her, to keep such a hand on her?
Ling Xing took a few deep breaths, and smiled at Su Qingluo like 'I want to smash your dog's head off': "It's still early, I suggest you go home tonight, otherwise uncles and aunts will be more worried."

Hurry up and go back to your house, you actually calculated me like this, you dog!

Su Qingluo didn't take it seriously, he put the phone in his pocket, and showed Ling Xing a bright smile that belonged to a young man.

Teenagers are already good-looking, but such a smile is simply... seductive.

He leaned closer to Ling Xing again, his warm breath sprayed against Ling Xing's ears, and lowered his voice with a gentleness that Ling Xing had never heard before: "Sister, do you really don't need me to accompany you?"

elder sister?

Ling Xing's eyes widened, and he felt that his body didn't hurt that much.

This guy actually called her sister?

Yes, this product is half a month younger than her birth month.

Ahhh, what a milk.

She has long forgotten the anger of being calculated just now, and now she doesn't want to chase the dog at all... Su Qingluo left.

Tell me loudly, is it sweet?