Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

From this day on, the school bully classmate, who has always been an idol with a ton of baggage, often has problems such as uneven collars and wrong buttons, but the friends around him are like a collective blindness and can never see it.

Jing Ji was not too embarrassed to remind him at first, but over time, he got used to it.

So much so that now when Yingjiao's collar is rolled up, he can even naturally reach out to help tidy it up.

Early self-study, Jing Ji put the written notes on Yingjiao's desk: "That's about it, you can read it first, if you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me."

Ying Jiao lowered his head and opened the thick notebook. The snow-white paper was densely filled with words, and some places were marked with red pen.

Large chapters, small chapters and key knowledge are written clearly and at a glance.

"Remember so seriously," Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Little classmate, do you want me to make progress with you so much?"

Yingjiao's mood is a bit complicated.

When Jing Ji first said that he would organize his notes for him, he didn't take it seriously. Later, it was very interesting to see the serious appearance of the little pervert who was writing and writing quickly, so he continued to watch the fun with a playful attitude.

He didn't expect that Jing Ji really took this to heart.

Yingjiao has not known what learning is for many years.

However, now holding this heavy notebook, his stomach of jokes can't go on.

Jing Ji raised his eyes to look at him: "You..." He pursed his lower lip: "Don't want to see?"

"Where?" Yingjiao's Adam's apple twitched, and he flipped the pages of the book: "Inequality, right? It's very simple..."

That's good.

Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief and calculated in his heart. From now on, I don't owe Yingjiao at all, I should be able to draw a line with him this time.

So, Ying Jiao found that since he got the notes, Jing Ji seemed to be a lot colder to him.

But he didn't think much of it.

As a result, Jing Ci's character was not enthusiastic at all. Second, the mid-term exam is approaching, and Jing Ji has been studying harder and harder these days.

"Hey Jingci, have you seen that post on our school forum?" When the get out of class was over, Jingci went outside to breathe, and Li Zhou suddenly said to him: "The super class and the key class don't know where the superiority comes from. I'm so **** **** off."

"What post?" Jing Ji was thinking about a math problem, and when he heard the words, he asked subconsciously.

"I've really convinced you. You are a red-hearted student now." Li Zhou looked around like a thief. Seeing not many people, he carefully took out his mobile phone, tapped twice on the screen, and handed it to Jing. Ci: "Well, this is the post that says you are pretending to be a scumbag."

He said indignantly: "It was quite normal at first, but then I didn't know which idiots were pushing it, saying that our seventh class had a lot of drama, and some people started a bet, betting that you will be the last one or the second last in the test this time. "

The original body is also quite famous in the second grade of high school. He always turns in blank papers in exams, and he is the last one every time. He also loves fighting, plus his iconic yellow hair, many people know him.

Therefore, after hearing that he is a true academic bully and a fake academic scum, most people don't believe it.

The students in Class 7 saw Jing Ji's performance this month, and they were very curious. They used the platform near the water to ask Jing Ji a lot of questions, and Jing Ji knew everything, so they slowly accepted this curious thing.

But the students in other classes didn't know, so after the post, it had developed from mocking Jingci to mocking the entire seventh class.

It was this post.

Jing Ci took over the phone, and since Mr. Liu showed him last time, he hadn't paid attention to it.

He turned the page up.

[The 380th floor: As expected of the dandy class, the IQ of the seventh class has been clearly demonstrated in this post with 360 degrees without dead ends. 】

[The 392nd Floor: No, I'm just wondering, how can someone from Class 7 make up such a ridiculous thing? As a digression, Jing Ji is quite handsome after cutting his hair, but his face has nothing to do with IQ. 】

[Four hundred and twelfth floor: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha the seventh class Tianxiu! Jingci study well? I just want to know what good learning looks like in the eyes of the seventh class? Can you memorize ancient poems? Or will it calculate a quadratic equation in one variable? Ha ha ha ha】

[Four hundred and fifteenth floor: Stupid, my brain is stuck with shit. Jing Ci is that you study well, our head teacher has stamped it, you idiots are collectively climaxing. 】

[Four hundred and twentieth floor: Class seven head teacher? Is that bear? Hahahaha, to be honest, I thought he was a PE teacher at first. 】

[Four hundred and twenty-eighth floor: Jingci studied well? Maybe, he can probably get into the top 500 of the school this time? puff. 】

[Four hundred and forty-fourth floor: If the total score of Jing Ci's test can reach 200, I will live broadcast! 】

…………

Rao has read it once, but when he watched it again, Li Zhou was still angry: "If you want me to know who these people are, drag them into the alley after school! Forget about saying anything else, and attack Lao Liu, Mom. slut."

Mr. Liu has a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart, and he is dedicated to the students, and everyone in Class 7 respects him.

"And this," Li Zhou pointed at the phone screen: "The first five hundred? Damn, there are only less than five hundred and twenty people in our science class."

The more Li Zhou spoke, the more angry he became. He took a deep breath and looked at Jing Ji very seriously: "Tell me the truth, Jing Ji, what level are you? Can you enter..."

After hesitating for a while, he said ruthlessly a ranking that he didn't dare to think about: "Can there be one in the top three hundred?"

The provincial experiment last year's high-cost enrollment rate was 94 percent.

This is quite a terrifying number. Even if Li Zhou is a scumbag, he knows how difficult it is to surpass those perverts in the school.

After coming here for nearly a month, Jing Ji has already browsed all the content that the world's high schools have learned, and has also done several sets of test papers.

Although it was more difficult than what he had learned before, in the past, in his spare time, he would often find some interesting science knowledge to learn, and he had been exposed to a lot of content, so it was not difficult for him.

Jing Ji felt that it should be easy for him to enter the top fifty of the school, but he was always cautious, and he never shouted in advance before he came out.

Wen Yan didn't say much, just nodded: "It should be possible."

"Okay!" Li Zhou slapped him on the shoulder: "Dude, just trust you once!"

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the phone in Jing Ji's hand, and typed a reply quickly—

[Five hundred and eighty-two floors: idiots, stop barking! Jing Ci will definitely be in the top 300 in this exam! If you don't enter my special live broadcast, grab the speaker with Feng Dadou! 】

The dean of education Feng Mao, although the name is taken from Feng Hua Zhengmao. But obviously, he lived up to such a beautiful meaning. He became bald at a young age. Even if he grew his hair long and combed it all back, he could still see the traces of the baldness.

Feng Mao has been chasing models and disciplines everywhere recently, and he dared to **** the loudspeaker with him.

As soon as Li Zhou's reply came out, it immediately set off a wave of climax.

[Five hundred and eighty-third floor: There are seven sand sculptures upstairs, and the identification is correct. I hope you will do what you say. 】

[Five hundred and ninetieth floor: It seems that there is another good show to watch, hahahaha, eat melon. 】

[Six hundred floor: Not to mention, the scumbags of the seventh class are really confident hahahahaha. 】

[606th Floor: Suddenly I can't wait to take the exam, it's the first time in my life. 】

 …

Li Zhou turned over the replies one by one to Jing Ji, staring at him with burning eyes: "Brother, this life is on you."

Jing Ji: "…"

Jing Ji's face was complicated: "I will try my best."

As the exam approaches, more and more people know about this post. Many people can't contain their curiosity and come to Class 7 to see Jing Ji.

Until the exam, Jing Ji was like a giant panda entering the zoo for the first time, surrounded by all kinds of people.

The mid-term exam is at the beginning of November, and the provincial experiment attaches great importance to every exam, so the end-of-month holiday is deliberately postponed until after the exam.

In the new teaching building of the provincial experiment, each classroom has been installed with monitoring. But this is not enough. In order to prevent cheating, the classrooms should be switched between the first and second grade exams.

The classrooms from the first to the second grade come to take the test, and the examination room for the second grade is in the first grade.

On the day of the exam, Li Zhou and He Conge were nervous for the first time ever.

"Have you brought the card-painting pen? Where's the black water-based pen?" Li Zhou was busy around Jing Ji, like an assistant, helping him check this and that, and kept nagging.

Zheng Que was also busy with his work. He was someone who couldn't figure out what to bring for the exam at all. He was holding Jing Ji's schoolbag and picking it up: "Is there enough scratch paper? Do you need me to buy another stack for you? "

The school's small shop is very good at doing business, and there are specially cut draft papers for sale, which are very convenient for two yuan a stack.

"Okay, let's go all the way." Seeing Jing Ji was about to be stunned by their questions one after another, Ying Jiao threw them away impatiently: "What's the matter with you?

He pulled Jing Ci's schoolbag and put it on his back: "Ready?"

Jing Ci was in the last exam room, taking the exam in Class 124.

Among the few people, Zheng Que was in the same examination room as him.

"Well." Jing Ji reached out and wanted the schoolbag on him. Next, "I carry it myself."

Yingjiao hid for a while, ignored it, raised his foot and walked out: "Then let's go."

"I don't need you, I'll do it myself." Jing Ji followed, reaching out and grabbing the strap of the schoolbag and pulling it down.

"Don't make trouble." Ying Jiao grabbed his wrist, turned his head and smiled: "Li Shi and those people are from Class 24, you can't go by yourself."

Jing Ji's footsteps stopped.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright." Yingjiao pulled him forward: "There's a brother here."

Jing Ji looked up at him and explained seriously: "I'm not afraid."

Jing Ji's character is not cowardly, and he has never been afraid of anyone, whether in life or in study.

Even if Li Shi and the others are going to do something wrong this time, as long as he still breathes, he will always find a chance to return it.

"I know you're strong, but you're tough, okay." Ying Jiao laughed, turned downstairs, and reminded Jing Ji, "Young-tempered classmate, pay attention to the steps below."

Jing Ji let go of his hand, hummed, and no longer insisted on backing his schoolbag.

He Conge and the others followed numbly, thinking that he was blind.

Zheng Que endured and endured. He couldn't bear it any longer. He leaned over and whispered to He Conge, "How do I remember that Li Shi is from Class 21?"

"It's class 21." He Conge snorted: "I plan to scare him when I go to their class for the exam."

Zheng Que looked tangled: "That arrogant brother... did you remember it wrong?"

He Conge turned his head and looked at Zheng Que lovingly: "What you don't understand are all routines, don't ask."

Zheng Que said "Oh", rubbed his face, and shut up.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: things like heroes saving beauty are especially suitable for me.

He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."