Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Ying Jiao hugged Jing Ji in his arms, looked down at the small swirl of hair on his head, his eyes were full of smiles: "It's been so long, I can't help it, tsk tsk."

Jing Ji ran slightly panting: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just didn't see it clearly." He reached out and pushed Yingjiao away.

However, he just ran quickly, his body was limp and he couldn't exert himself at all. After pushing twice, Yingjiao was still standing still.

"Oh—" Yingjiao dragged a long tone, and said with a special meaning: "You confess to me every day, follow me, fight for me, there are so many people on the playground, and they just threw themselves into my arms, but I know, You didn't do it on purpose, it was just a coincidence."

Jing Ji's cheeks were slightly warmed by what he said, and he tried to explain: "I'm sorry, don't get me wrong, I really don't."

He paused, afraid that Li Zhou would be anxious for waiting too long, so he pushed Yingjiao again: "You let go first, and I will apologize to you when you go back. Li Zhou is still waiting for me in the cafeteria."

The more anxious he was, the more Yingjiao wouldn't let go, and he even tightened his arms around his waist, pulling him directly into his arms.

"I was the one who hugged you first?" Ying Jiao watched him flutter in his arms. For some reason, he just wanted to bully him with all his might: "Is it okay, little classmate, if you take advantage of it, the wicked will sue first."

The weather was hot, and it was just noon. The two vigorous boys hugged each other for so long, and Jing Ji broke into a fine sweat in a short while.

The heat and the inability to communicate with Ying Jiao made Jing Ji's heart aflame. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and tried to convince Yingjiao: "I'm really going to dinner, will you let me go?"

"If you say something nice, I'll let you go." Ying Jiao's vile voice came from above his head.

Jing Ji lowered his eyelids and was on the verge of eruption: "Let go."

"No one will let you go." Ying Jiao said lazily: "How can I let you go if you don't talk?"

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the fabric on Yingjiao's back. Before he could react, his knees pushed up—

"Fuck." Ying Jiao gasped in pain, his face changed.

He bowed slightly and looked at Jing Ji with a sullen face: "You..."

Jing Ji endured him for a long time, he looked at Ying Jiao coldly, and said lightly: "What happened to me?"

He knew that he had completely offended Yingjiao today, so he planned to go to the small shop to buy a pencil sharpener after dinner. If Yingjiao came to beat him, he would bleed for him.

Jing Ci straightened up the messed up school uniform, and his slightly narrow eyes were full of provocation.

He pursed his lips slightly, and his stubborn little appearance was unexpectedly cute.

Yingjiao cursed in his heart, and he didn't know where the anger went.

"You..." He tried his best to ignore the pain under him and looked at Jing Ji.

Jing Ji looked up at him.

Ying Jiao chuckled: "I found it so accurately, have you been staring at it for a long time?"

Jing Ji's face flushed red.

He gave Yingjiao a stern look, and scolded, "I'm sick!" He turned around and ran.

Yingjiao hooked his lips, recalling the little embarrassed expression he had just now, and felt that the pain was relieved a lot.

Yingjiao was quite well-known in the provincial experiment. At this time, the playground was full of people. He and Jing Ji were pulling together, which attracted a lot of attention. Ying Jiao watched Jing Ji run away, glanced around with a blank face, and the sight that looked around disappeared instantly.

He carried the thermal bucket up the path, walked to a place where no one was around, and finally couldn't help hissing.

Fuck, it really hurts, this little pervert is really cruel.

"Why are you here so late?" As soon as Jing Ci was in the dining hall, he met Li Zhou at the door.

He dragged Jing Ji to the dining area: "I made rice for you, fried mushrooms, Mapo tofu, and four taels of rice, okay?"

"Okay, it's all my favorite food." Jing Ji thanked Li Zhou and sat down at the dining table: "How much? I'll give it to you."

"No, no," Li Zhou waved his hand, not taking the six dollars in his eyes: "Just buy it for me next time."

"That's good." Jing Ji took it down seriously and promised meticulously, "I'll continue to bring you breakfast tomorrow."

Li Zhou was amused by him, and felt that Jing Ji's character was really getting better and better, and grinned: "Then I will ask you for breakfast in the future."

Jing Ji nodded: "Wrap it on me."

The two smiled at each other and lowered their heads to eat.

The lunch break for the provincial experiment was one hour, and it only took Jing Ji twenty minutes to eat. There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and he couldn't sleep, so he simply took out the mathematics "May 3" and continued to work on the questions.

In the eyes of the seventh class students, his hard-working appearance can be called incredible.

He Conge bumped Peng Chengcheng with his elbow, pointed to Jing Ji, and whispered: "Lao Peng, you said that he has been doing problems like crazy since yesterday. I don't know, whether he really knows it or not. Write blindly?"

Peng Chengcheng glanced at Jing Ji's back blankly, and came to a conclusion without thinking: "Write it blindly."

"But..." He Conge was tangled: "What do I think of what he wrote in a righteous way..."

He stood up: "No... I'm dying of curiosity, I'm going to try him."

Ying Jiao frowned, and was about to kick him back, but he didn't know what to think, and withdrew his feet again, his eyes closely following He Conge.

"Jing Ji," He Conge walked over to Jing Ji with a workbook and casually turned a page: "Tell me a question."

"Which question?" Jing Ji has always been serious about studying. He put down the pen in his hand and glanced at the question He Conge was referring to, and he had an idea almost instantly.

Li Zhou was not in his seat, Jing Ji gave way to the side, motioned for He Conge to sit in his seat, picked up the scratch paper and began to tell him: "This question is actually very simple, just remember the formula..."

He quickly wrote several function formulas on the paper, pointed them to He Congee one by one, and wrote down the operation steps in detail: "So C is the correct answer, do you understand?"

From the moment he opened his mouth, He Porridge was stunned.

He patronized and was surprised, but he didn't hear what Jing Ji was saying at all.

Jing Ji can really do it! Isn't he a scumbag like himself? ! Why does a scumbag still have such an advanced-looking question? !

"Don't understand?" Jing Ji changed a blank scratch paper and said patiently: "It's okay, I'll tell you again."

Jing Ci's thinking is very clear and detailed, listing all the knowledge involved in this question one by one. After speaking three times in a row, He Conge was rare to understand.

Holding the exercise book, he returned to his seat in a trance, his eyes straightened and his soul flew away.

"How is it? He really knows?" There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and Jing Ji's voice was not loud. Even if Zheng Que pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear what the two of them said.

He poked He Congee: "Speak! What's the matter with you?"

He Conge turned his neck with a kaka, his eyes blurred: "The odd changes and even the same, the symbol looks at the quadrant."

Zheng Que: "…"

Zheng Que looked at him in horror, pinching his shoulders and shaking violently: "Old He! Old He! What's wrong with you?! Are you awake?!"

"Don't shake, don't shake." He Conge patted his hand and wiped his face with a complicated expression: "You don't know, just now..." He pointed to Jing Ji and whispered: "He just glanced, I know the answer, just take a look, Lao Zheng! Do you understand how I feel?"

"Fuck!" Zheng Que couldn't help but exclaimed: "He really knows?"

"Not only will," He Conge's eyes were vicissitudes of life, revealing a taste of doubt about life: "Did you know Lao Zheng? When he looked at the question and looked up at me, I always felt that he was saying to me with his mind: There are still people who can't understand such a simple question."

Zheng Que still felt that this was not true: "Maybe it was a coincidence?"

He dug out an exercise book from the kennel-like table hole, found a parabola problem that seemed to be very difficult, and couldn't help but said, "I'll ask it too."

Without waiting for He Congee to stop him, he quickly ran to Jing Ji's seat, "Jing Ji, do you know this question?"

When Jing Ci arrived for the first time, he didn't know that Zheng Que was someone who didn't even know how many textbooks there were in mathematics. He took the exercise book and said earnestly, "I'll take a look first."

This question is much more complicated than what He Congee asked before. For most high schools, it is a difficult hurdle to overcome. But for Jing Ji, it was a piece of cake.

He calculated on the scratch paper, and immediately came up with the solution and the answer. He raised his eyes and motioned for Zheng Que to look over: "This question looks complicated, but it's not difficult to find the right method."

He quickly drew a parabola and marked the coordinates: "Look at the first question first, find the coordinates of Pn, let's find the information given in the question first..."

As he spoke, he wrote the steps on a piece of paper, and quickly figured out the answer.

He Conge's questions were simple, and he also listened to some lectures, so he could understand. Zheng Que is different, let alone understand, he can't even read the title.

He looked at Jing Ji numbly and figured out the answers to the three small questions in one breath. Before Jing Ji asked him if he understood, he grabbed the scratch paper and found the answers at the back of the exercise book.

Exactly, no difference from the standard answer.

He dragged his legs and returned to his position dully.

"Does he know? I'll say he knows?" He Conge kept pushing Zheng Que as if he had discovered a new continent: "Did you do it right?"

Zheng Que nodded dumbly: "All right. And I didn't think about it for a long time! Didn't Lao Liu often say that he can't solve the big questions behind him, the monitor who is the first in the general test in our class?"

"Mummy!" He Conge covered his chest and widened his eyes: "You mean... Jing Ci is better than, better than the monitor?!"

This is so amazing that Peng Chengcheng, who has always been less talkative, couldn't help but participate in the topic: "It shouldn't be, when did he become so powerful?"

He Conge was startled: "Could it be that he was..."

Yingjiao kicked He Congee's stool and sneered: "What nonsense, doesn't he always give blank papers in exams?"

Zheng Que nodded: "That's right, but I always feel that something is wrong with him these days..."

"What's wrong?" Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and said in a natural panic, "I heard from Lao Liu that his parents have both remarried and have children..."

He mocked: "In order to attract the attention of parents, it is not surprising to do something stupid."

When he said this, he immediately took a few people's thinking astray.

He Conge slammed down the table: "That's right! That's it! No wonder!"

He suddenly realized: "No wonder he always gives blank papers in exams, and Lao Liu doesn't change it no matter what, his feelings are the king of others, and he wants to pretend to be bronze."

Zheng Que's relationship with his parents was not very good, and Wen Yan was suddenly inspired: "I heard that his grades in the high school entrance examination were very bad, and his father spent a lot of money to put him in the provincial experiment. Hahahaha, if his father Knowing that he is pretending to be a scumbag, don't you get angry?!"

"So much money is wasted! Emma, ​​it's a pity I don't have the strength, otherwise I'd do the same! Xueba is Xueba, and such a bad move can be imagined!"

Peng Chengcheng shook his head: "It's a loss, it's too middle school."

"Don't people stop pretending now?" He Conge temporarily acted as the spokesperson for Jing Ji: "To tell the truth, I still feel quite emotional."

The three of them gathered together and chatted, with a bit of admiration for Jing Ji on their faces.

Yingjiao saw that they didn't think about anywhere else, stopped participating in the topic, and got down to sleep.