Rise Chapter 172: My name is An Xin

On Monday morning, the students from Class 7 of Senior Three came to the classroom, and as usual they started their morning self-study.

However, early self-study is generally used by the students to make up for sleep and rest, otherwise they will not be energetic at all when they formally start the class later, so in the classroom at this moment, the seventh class The classmates have fallen down on the desk.

Ren Rou, the monitor and English class representative, led the reading on the podium. Seeing the drowsy classmates under the podium, she had already seen no surprises and shook her head helplessly.

Then her eyes inadvertently swept across the last row of the second group.

I saw Ouyang, who was lying on the table asleep, and Lin Feng beside Ouyang.

At this time, Lin Feng was still immersed in a small notebook, writing and writing quickly, and he didn't know what he was writing.

Ren Rou's eyes couldn't help but flicker with worry.

This is already the fifth day.

From the end of the match between KG team and SSK team in the S5 World Finals last Wednesday, four days have passed, and today is the fifth day.

And Lin Feng is still in a state of incomparably worrying distraction.

Ren Rou already knows roughly what Lin Feng wrote in that notebook: the tactical ideas against the Shanghai Foreign-Attached Middle School team, the selection of bans, the evaluation of the strength of the players in each position of the opponent, the operating habits... etc. wait wait wait.

Before, Ren Rou inadvertently took a look at the specific content of Lin Feng's small book, and was shocked by the dense and various calculation data on it.

Such a huge amount of calculation...

It makes people feel the scalp numb.

Even just a tactical arrangement for a ban selection can list dozens of possibilities or even more.

So it is easy to make people feel how much energy and effort Lin Feng has put into this for the upcoming Sixteenth School League semi-finals and to defeat the Shanghai Foreign-affiliated Middle School team.

Everyone in the e-sports team learned about the little book from Ren Rou.

Then everyone was silent.

Then everyone in the team also began to gritted their teeth more desperately to train hard.

Because they deeply feel that they are weak and useless.

If they can be stronger...

Then Lin Feng doesn't need to bear such a huge pressure alone. A person has to rack his brains and desperately think about all kinds of tactics to deal with the team of the Shanghai Foreign Language School.

Damn it!

Why can't they be stronger!

Because such a situation of watching others fighting alone and a group of people unable to do anything, really makes people feel extremely tortured and uncomfortable.

……

The early self-study is still going on.

Tang Bingyao, who was sitting in the penultimate row of the third group, was not as sleepy as the other classmates. At this time, she was carefully reading the vocabulary list with her English textbook.

But in fact, this kind of "seriousness" is only the appearance.

Because Tangtang was also a little absent-minded at this time. Although she was reading with an English textbook in her hand, her gaze swept toward the back row of the second group on the right from time to time.

The line of sight will fall on Lin Feng.

Seeing Lin Feng who was still immersed in writing, Tang Bingyao bit her lip subconsciously.

Slightly upset.

She thinks she is too stupid.

If she can become stronger, then when the time comes to play against the external attached middle team, if the e-sports team here can have an advantage in the bottom lane, Lin Feng will not have that much pressure to consider.

And if... she would be more comforting.

Maybe Lin Feng now doesn't work so hard, making people feel uncomfortable watching it.

Yeah.

Tang Bingyao felt a little uncomfortable.

I can't tell what kind of emotion it is. With a simple mind, she has never seriously thought about some too complicated emotional relations.

But she just knows that she has become very unhappy when she sees Lin Feng now.

But she doesn't know what to do or want to say something.

(Too stupid.)

Tang Bingyao accused herself like this in her heart.

She also tried very hard to think of some ways to comfort Lin Feng, and even went to talk to Ren Rou to discuss it in private, but she couldn't figure it out all the time.

Thinking of this, Tang Bingyao couldn't help but glance at Lin Feng, tilted her head and thought about it, and made a serious decision:

(Otherwise——)

(Invite him to eat something tonight.)

Thinking about this, Xiao Tang began to earnestly calculate the cost of "please eat", such as how much would two cups of red bean milk tea cost...

It seems to be 14 yuan.

I came to the conclusion that Tang Bingyao took a look in her small wallet, then took out a ten yuan and a five-yuan banknote, and put them in the small pocket of her close-fitting coat.

Then she thought for a moment, hesitated a little, and took out another ten-dollar note.

Because she remembered that Lin Feng still liked big chicken chops very much.

……

At this time, the morning self-study is about to end, and at this time, the class teacher walked in from outside, and went to the podium to signal that the class leader Ren Rou could finish the reading first, and then look at the students under the podium, clear I cleared my throat:

"There is a new classmate in our class today--"

In one sentence, many of the class 7 students who were still drowsy suddenly came to a sense of sobriety and looked at the head teacher on the podium in surprise:

New classmates?

It's been a few weeks since school started. Are there still students who transfer to the class at this time?

And the head teacher continues to say to himself:

"This new student transferred from Hangzhou."

"Then I hope everyone can get along well with her in the future."

"Next, let everyone welcome with applause--"

As the voice fell, the students in Class 7 couldn't help but look towards the door of the classroom, and at the same time some sparse applause rang out.

Who is the new classmate?

Men's and women's?

What does it look like?

All the students are full of curiosity and expectation at this time.

Then, under all gazes, a girl came in from the door, walked lightly to the podium, and stood quietly and obediently beside the head teacher.

"Oh—"

All the class 7 students...especially the boys' eyes widened suddenly:

Fuck, beauty!

The **** the podium is very beautiful, with exquisite features and fair skin, with long hair scattered on her shoulders like a waterfall, and a clean white shirt with an off-white sweater blouse over her lower body. Plaid skirt, a pair of small leather shoes and knee-length black stockings set off the slender legs.

It seems fresh, clear and full of energetic temperament~IndoMTL.com~Although her hands are behind her back obediently, the girl’s big eyes are smiling as if she can talk, and she is from the seventh class below the podium. The students swept across.

"Introduce yourself first."

The head teacher reminded the girl like this.

The girl nodded obediently, then turned her eyes to the stage again, pursed her lips and smiled, and bowed gracefully and politely:

"Hello everyone, I am a new student transferred from Hangzhou."

"I hope I can get along well with the students from Class 7 in the future."

Speaking, the girl paused, as if suddenly remembering something, she stuck out her tongue cutely:

"Oh yes, I almost forgot--"

"My name is An Xin."

"But, just call me a bun~"