MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty-Chapter 270v2 Cannon fodder female supporting role to save urban culture (8)

Stepping into the second year of junior high school, the students began to rebel visibly with the naked eye. Compared with the junior junior high school students who had just entered junior high school, and the junior junior high school students who were preparing for the senior high school entrance examination, the second grade students seemed to have a sense of a monkey dominating the king. , eager to challenge authority and break the rules.

There are more people bragging, more people who love to have **** with each other, more people who skip class, and boys and girls also have secret crushes.

Even if there is Ling Yi, the first grader in class three, the discipline will not be much better, because she will take the lead in skipping classes.

The class teacher called her into the office several times, and talked to her earnestly: "You are the number one, and you are an example for your classmates. How can you take the lead in skipping class?"

"I am me, and my classmates are classmates. I didn't take the initiative to invite them to escape with me." Ling Yi replied.

Class teacher: "But they watched you run away and followed suit. Wouldn't it hurt them?"

"How could it be that I harmed them?" Ling Yi frowned, not quite understanding, "This is their own decision, and even if they don't get a good ending, it's their own fault. Instead of trying to convince me here, you might as well go to Advise them not to learn from me."

head teacher:"......"

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

"Wait, okay, let's not talk about other people, let's talk about you, do you have to skip this class? Can't you just sit in the classroom and wait for the bell to ring before leaving? Your life is only a few minutes away ?”

"Yes." Ling Yi nodded, and said calmly, "I already understand what the teacher said, why waste time here?"

"Waste? Do you think going to school is a waste?" The head teacher couldn't believe that this was what the first grade would say, "Then what do you think is the right thing to do?"

"Internet."

"..."

In the classroom, the English class representative rushed in and shouted: "I just went to the office to hold my homework, and saw Ling Yi getting angry with the teacher, and now I am writing a review in the office!"

Suddenly there was a noise, and everyone scrambled to ask about the process. The class representative played two roles and performed it with exaggerated expressions and tone. Everyone laughed and slapped the table.

"As expected of Ling Yi! I was wrong, she should be our boss, dare to openly challenge the head teacher!" said the little bully in the class.

"Ling Yi is really the most... awesome number one I have ever seen."

"Next time you go online, call Ling Yi, maybe the dean will let us go for her sake!"

Song Lingshu ran to the office, the class teacher went to the bathroom, Ling Yi was lying on the table to write a review, she walked quietly behind Ling Yi, and when she saw the paper, the word review was written, and the back was always blank.

She laughed, and Ling Yi turned around: "Why are you here?"

"Look at your review." Song Lingshu gloated.

Ling Yi sighed, and looked back at his self-criticism: "I don't think there is anything wrong, but she insisted on me writing the self-criticism."

Song Lingshu patted her on the shoulder and said, "Because others don't understand you, they think they are treating you well, but they don't know that your brain is smarter than they imagined, and they don't know how attractive the Internet is to you. , instead of spending time sitting in a daze in the classroom, it’s better to go to an Internet cafe to explore the online world, right”

Ling Yi nodded and said, "Why can't they think like you?"

"Because I'm Song Lingshu, I'm different from others!" Song Lingshu raised her chin proudly, picked up the paper in front of her, "Let's go back to the classroom, I'll help you write."

"real?"

"Well, I have experience, and I promise to write quickly and well." Song Lingshu smiled, "But I have one request."

"What?" Ling Yi walked out of the office with her.

"Don't skip class anymore."

"..."

"I know you don't want to waste time, but some rules cannot be broken." Song Lingshu took her hand, "And every time you skip class to go to the Internet cafe, we can't go home from school together! Some boys pulled my braids, I scolded them, they got more and more complacent, but they couldn’t win the fight, they were so many and powerful, I was really mad at me!”

Hearing this, Ling Yi frowned slightly, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

In the afternoon, Ling Yi didn't skip class as expected, he obediently waited until the school bell rang before leaving with his schoolbag.

The head teacher was a little relieved, and felt that the ideological education done today was very successful.

Ling Yi waited for Song Lingshu to pack up his schoolbag slowly, before stepping out of the classroom door, and then met Xie Zhi at the school gate, Xiaopang went to his classmate's house to play games.

The three girls went home together, one was autistic and the other was introverted. Song Lingshu, a chatterbox, led the conversation and chatted with her casually.

Some way after walking out of the gate, I met a group of boys from the next class. Among them was a boy who thought he was a bit pretty. The boy then smirked.

Song Lingshu rolled his eyes, grabbed Xie Zhi and made a detour.

"Don't go, let's make friends." The boy followed slowly.

"Who wants to make friends with you, you stinky hooligans." Song Ling sighed.

"Hey, we kindly want to send you home, why are you still calling us hooligans?" The boy smiled and quickened his pace, walked behind them, just as his hand was about to catch her braid, someone twisted his arm backwards, "Hey Eh-ah!!"

There was only a click, and the sound of an arm dislocating, the others were stunned, looking at the expressionless Ling Yi in horror, grabbed their boss, and easily removed his arm.

The boy fell to the ground in pain, holding his arms and complaining endlessly, cursing: "Ling Yi! You are **** sick! I provoked you!"

Ling Yiju gave him a condescending look, then knelt down, grabbed his hair, and asked, "Do you really like pulling people's hair?"

"Ah, ah ah! Let go, let go, let go!" The boy's scalp tightened, and his facial features were almost hideous.

"Let me see you pulling other people's hair again, and I'll twist your bastards."

Ling Yi let go, took two steps back, several other boys approached tremblingly, and then quickly went to help the boy, in a panic, Song Lingshu kicked him in troubled waters: "Oh, Ling Yi, we knew you were a Sanda king since childhood, but they I don’t know, just forgive them once!”

The three walked away, Ling Yi wondered, "Since when did I become the King of Sanda?"

Song Lingshu: "Just now."

Ling Yi: "..."

Xie Zhi patted her chest in shock: "It was too scary just now, Ling Yi, how did you manage to subdue the enemy with one move? How could a girl subdue the gangster so easily?"

"I don't know either." Ling Yi shrugged, "Self-taught?"

Song Lingshu covered her mouth and leaned closer to Xie Zhi's ear and said, "Her nickname is the king."

Ling Yi: "I heard it."

Xie Zhi suppressed a smile.

The next day, the head teacher who just thought he had succeeded in ideological education heard that Ling Yi had wrenched the hand of a boy in the next class, and he was still in the hospital.

"Ling Yi, why did you beat him?!" the homeroom teacher asked scoldingly in the morning self-study.

Before Ling Yi could speak, Song Lingshu stood up: "Teacher, that man is a rogue. He pulled my pigtails. Ling Yi beat him to avenge me."

"What kind of revenge is there? You can just fight and fight, but how can you break someone's arm? How do you ask me to explain to their parents? Say she sent her to the hospital because of your pigtails?" said the head teacher.

The class was as quiet as chickens. After a long while, a girl raised her hand cautiously: "Teacher, that boy likes to talk dirty to girls, and even blocked the door of the women's toilet, whistling at us."

"Yes, he is just a hooligan. Taking advantage of us girls' thin skins, he often makes small moves."

The class teacher's face turned serious.

Everyone was whispering to each other. At this time, another girl said, "He deliberately hit our... chests during gym class."

"Bah, scum! I should have broken his **** too." Song Lingshu scolded.

Everyone laughed, and the head teacher patted the table: "Okay, okay, go on to self-study, I'll take care of this."

"Come on old class!" Song Lingshu shouted.

As soon as the head teacher left, the classroom exploded. Some people even ignored discipline and surrounded Ling Yi directly, asking about the details of yesterday.

However, how could Ling Yi talk about such nonsense, so Song Lingshu squeezed in, and said vividly: "It is said that the wind was raging that day, Ling Yi was bare-handed, and he didn't use any of the thirty-six sets of boxing techniques. Shoulder, twisting the backhand like that, it made the bully **** off in pain, begging for mercy again and again—”

"Song Lingshu, who told you to stand on the table!" The head teacher shouted at the door.

Song Lingshu was so scared that he quickly shrank back, lowered his voice and said to the surroundings: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's break it down after class."

Ling Yi: "..."

After the news got out, everyone knew that Ling Yi from the third class was not easy to provoke, and Song Lingshu was even more difficult to provoke, because Ling Yi would go crazy if he provoked her. From then on, being number one in the grade is not only a myth of academic performance, but also a notoriety, no one dares to provoke her.

Because of this, the third class became the most powerful class. They all shook their heads when they walked.

In addition, Song Lingshu received a lot less love letters.

"They don't dare to approach me anymore, haha!" In the evening, after dinner, everyone sat together to play cards, Song Lingshu was so happy that he crossed his legs and shook.

"Then aren't you unpopular?" Xiaopang said.

"Rare, who wants to be welcomed by these stupid boys, their brains don't seem to be fully developed." Song Lingshu pouted, "Do you remember the boy who wrote me a love letter last month?"

"I remember, he's quite handsome." Xiaopang said sourly.

"What a handsome fart, the fifth from the bottom of the grade!" Song Lingshu rolled his eyes, "I don't want to fall in love with stupid people."

"Then who do you want to talk to? First in grade?" Xiaopang asked subconsciously.

"That's right." After Song Lingshu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Ling Yi, and grinned, "At least he must have the IQ of our Ling Yi."

Xie Zhi shook her head: "That's a bit difficult, I guess there are not many people with her IQ in the whole world."

"You are waiting to be a bachelor for the rest of your life, and you will die alone." Xiaopang gloated.

"That's not a bad thing. If you can't meet someone you like, why bother to get together?" Song Lingshu asked.

Xie Zhi nodded: "Yes."

Xiaopang glanced at Xie Zhi, and suddenly asked: "Then what is your ideal type?"

Xie Zhi: "I never thought about it, but learning is more important."

"I've thought about it." Song Lingshu said with a smile.

Everyone looked at her, and she wrung her fingers and began to say: "First of all, you have to be extremely smart, and then you have to have a good-looking face, and you also need to have martial arts, good body and good exercise, so that you can protect me.

Xie Zhi and Xiaopang slowly turned their heads and looked at Ling Yi together, Ling Yi raised his eyes: "What?"

The two shook their heads at the same time, Xie Zhi said: "I heard from my sister at Peking University that she and her boyfriend are complementary types, and it is said that complementary types are easy to last for a long time."

"Complementary... Then find someone who can't cook, anyway, I can cook! You have to talk less, otherwise you will talk too much like me, and you will quarrel every day. Only those who talk less know how to listen Well. Oh, by the way, it's best to get to know each other, I'm so simple, what if I meet a bad guy, do you think my analysis makes sense?" Song Lingshu asked.

"Is there... a point?"

Xie Zhi and Xiaopang looked at Ling Yi at the same time, and Ling Yi dropped the last two cards: "Wang Zha, I won."