I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Chapter 22 22. Pei Yan
Ling Xing changed her mobile phone a year ago, which means that she and Su Qingluo had become friends on WeChat a year ago, and she didn't bother to think about the exact time and motivation.

When she first played WeChat, there were indeed many friends who added her. At that time, she was afraid of missing a certain one, and she added them all regardless of whether she had verification information or not. Maybe it was at that time that Su Qingluo was added.

Zeng Zhile on the side looked at Ling Xing and then at Su Qingluo. She was as smart as her, and she immediately had a bit of insight in her eyes, but she still pretended not to know anything: "Come on, come on, Su Qingluo Student Luo, it's time for us to become friends."

Su Qingluo tapped the screen a few times, and took advantage of the opportunity to shine the QR code in front of Zeng Zhile.

drop!
Adding friends was successful, Zeng Zhile and Su Qingluo did not appear to be friends with each other.

The library has always been a relatively quiet place. Most people are reading quietly, and those who want to chat keep their voices very low.

After the three of them became friends with each other, they stopped talking and bowed their heads to learn from each other.

Ling Xing is still struggling with the last big question on the test paper. It was the same before. Almost every time she takes the exam, she will be stumped by the final big question. Sometimes she can solve it in one to two ten minutes, but more often she Points will be lost because of the big finale.

When she was in the first year of high school, the head teacher once analyzed Ling Xing, saying that her liberal arts grades were good, and that studying literature would always take less brainpower than academic theory.

Ling Xing didn't listen, and a few girls with similar grades to her didn't listen either. They didn't agree with the words of the class teacher in the first year of high school, which revealed that girls' brains are not as flexible as boys.

There are indeed people in this world who are extremely gifted in learning, but those people have always been a very small number of people, and most of them are ordinary people. What kind of grades you want, you have to put in what kind of effort.

When he calculated the unsolvable answer again, Ling Xing almost thought that this was the correct answer.

A pen tip was pressed on the second formula of her grand finale, and the boy deliberately lowered his voice: "The geometric sequence leads to the formula: a1=s1=2a-1=a1=1, you are given If you are confused by this formula, don’t worry about it, you can calculate it in your own way.”

Ling Xing was taken aback, she couldn't believe that the boy in front of her, who had handed in half of the blank papers and got 12 points in the exam, was actually teaching her how to solve the problem?

This is simply off the charts!

But Ling Xing is not someone who doesn't listen to persuasion. This big problem has troubled her for so long, and she has tried various methods to solve the problem. It doesn't hurt to try what Su Qingluo said again.

她换了一张新的草稿纸，列出几个公式后，开始求解，最后得出的答案是：an=3/2【2n-2+(-1)n-1】

This answer seems to be correct. In order to ensure the correctness, Ling Xing checked the calculation again...

Then she raised her eyes to look at Su Qingluo who was sitting directly opposite her, and she couldn't say a word for a long time. Is this a coincidence or...

Su Qingluo didn't seem to notice Ling Xing's gaze. He was reading an extremely thick novel, and just now he was reading ten lines at a glance. Ling Xing had been staring at him and hadn't turned the page for a long time.

However, Ling Xing didn't notice these small actions, Su Qingluo didn't know it, and Zeng Zhile was the only one who endured everything silently throughout the whole process.

Around 10:30, another acquaintance came to the library. He looked around, but at this time there were basically no vacancies in the library.

A desk can seat four people, and Ling Xing can still sit one person, so he walked to Ling Xing and the others, and tapped the table lightly with his right index finger: "Hello, classmates, you have another one here." Empty seat, can I sit?"

The voice sounded familiar, and the attitude was even more gentle and polite.

Ling Xing looked up and recognized him at a glance as the boy who made fun of Zeng Zhile's remarks about grabbing a ball in physical education class a few days ago, but he didn't get any advantage from Zeng Zhile that day.

Of course anyone can sit in the vacant seat in the library, Ling Xing has no objection, and Su Qingluo didn't even raise his head the whole time, he didn't care whether there was someone sitting beside him at all.

But Zeng Zhile was different. The enemy was extremely jealous when they met her. After Pei Yan sat down opposite her, she endured a few moments, but she couldn't hold back her yin and yang: "Tsk! People with weak bodies are different. It was almost downhill, so I thought about going out to study."

How could a person as smart as Pei Yan not be able to understand the meaning of Zeng Zhile's words? He glanced at Zeng Zhile's copybook, lifted his glasses with his right hand, and smiled gently: "It's better to be weak, it's better than to be weak." Some people are half-crippled and can't write with the strength of their hands, so they can only use the dog-planing method to write better."

The words that came out were not so gentle.

What Zeng Zhile hates the most in her life is when others say that her handwriting looks like a dog crawling. She tapped the pen in her hand on the copybook and glared at Pei Yan angrily: "Whose handwriting are you calling like a dog crawling?"

Pei Yan shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Just pretend that I'm talking to myself, don't take it to heart, and don't take it for granted."

I'm right, Nima, take a look at the entire library, am I the only one practicing calligraphy with a copybook?

No matter how angry Zeng Zhile was, she had nothing to do with the poor man in front of her. She took a few deep breaths, still puzzled: "No product."

Pei Yan put the bluetooth headset that he carried with him in his ears, and asked Zeng Zhile pretending to be kind: "Do you need it?"

Nima is needed.

Before Zeng Zhile could express his opinion, he immediately withdrew his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly: "Oh, I forgot, I don't have taste, and the songs I listen to naturally don't have taste."

Zeng Zhile: "..."

Hold!So angry!
This time, the melon eaters successfully changed from Zeng Zhile to Ling Xing and Su Qingluo.

Ling Xing and the others didn't go home at noon, and the four of them had lunch at the noodle restaurant diagonally opposite the library, and then went to the library again.

Seeing that Su Qingluo and Pei Yan sat down and read a thick novel, Ling Xing couldn't understand it. She tried to persuade them tactfully: "I heard that next Friday we will have a little research. ?”

Su Qingluo looked up: "So?"

Pei Yan didn't understand either, so: "Then?"

Zeng Zhile added: "Only the top five in the class are eligible to choose their own seats."

Su Qingluo and Pei Yan nodded at the same time: "Oh."

Pei Yan didn't even want to pretend: "I don't care, I can sit anywhere."

Zeng Zhile sneered, and turned against Pei Yan: "Why don't you just say that your grades are poor, and you can't choose if you want to."

Pei Yan restrained her smile slightly: "It's not too bad, it's definitely more than enough for your grades."

Be flamboyant and confident.

"Bah!" Zeng Zhile sneered again and again: "I just said why the cows are flying in the sky, so you are blowing on the ground!"

Pei Yan's smile slowly froze on the corner of his lips: "..."

But he quickly regained the self-confidence of a young man: "I never lie, let's wait and see."

Zeng Zhile had nothing to fear.

Ling Xing stared at them for a while, and couldn't help thinking, what kind of roles are Zeng Zhile and Pei Yan in the book?

They obviously have flesh and blood, they can cry and laugh, they are all living beings in the three thousand worlds, they can touch the sun with their hands, they can feel the fragrance of birds and flowers, and they will work hard for their goals and struggle for their ideals...

How could they be paper people in Qiu Yilin's eyes?
(End of this chapter)