Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

"Tell me, why are you fighting this time?"

When Jing Ji's consciousness returned to the cage, he heard a strange male voice.

He opened his eyes, facing a pair of copper bells glaring angrily.

The vicious looking middle-aged man clapped his desk and shouted angrily, "I promised me the other day that I wouldn't skip classes or fights, and I would study hard, but what happened? In a blink of an eye, I'm back to my old ways! Do you think the teacher Can't cure you? Huh?"

"Look at what I do? I'll tell you Jing Ji, you can't fool me this time!"

Jing Ji looked at him blankly, his mind blank.

How is this going?

He only remembered that after the results of the college entrance examination came out, he missed the top spot in the provincial science department by one point. Depressed and unwilling, he shut himself in at home and drank a few sips of suffocating wine, and then woke up, it was now.

"I..." He subconsciously followed the man and said, "I didn't hit..."

"Didn't fight?!" The other party was even more angry when he heard what he said, his voice was so loud that it almost broke Jing Ji's eardrums: "How dare you say you didn't fight?! Everyone fainted, so what are you fighting? Is it touching? Come, come, come here, I will touch you to death today!"

Saying that, look at Jing Ci's back.

Jing Ji gasped in pain, seeing that he raised his hand, and there was a tendency to knock it down, he quickly raised his hand to block: "Uncle, wait-"

When he reached out, he felt that something was wrong.

Jing Ci's lowercase posture was not standard since the beginning. The teacher who taught him corrected him countless times, but he couldn't change it. So much so that on the **** of his right hand, there was a small cocoon that bulged slightly.

The fingers of the hands in front of him were white and flawless, and there was no trace of overwriting on them.

This is not his hand.

Jing Ji's brain hummed, and his heart beat like a drum in an instant.

He took a deep breath, calmed down for a few seconds, lowered his head and looked up slowly.

He was not wearing the white T he was familiar with, but a blue and white school uniform with a strange pattern printed on the lower left side of his chest, surrounded by small words: Donghai Provincial Experimental Senior High School.

Jing Ji stumbled, and his back slammed into the edge of the desk.

It's not his body, it's not his school.

He...crossed.

"What do you call me? Uncle?" The man pointed at Jing Ji in disbelief, breathing heavily: "I just told you a few words, don't you even want to call a teacher now?!"

"Calm down, Mr. Liu, calm down." A chubby teacher with glasses came over, and desperately grabbed the furious Mr. Liu: "Jing Ji was stunned by your beating, it doesn't mean anything else."

Turning back, he winked at Jing Ji: "Hurry up and apologize to your head teacher."

At this moment, Jing Ji's heart had already set off a huge wave, and his face was pale, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I was wrong."

Teacher Liu snorted, waved the short and fat teacher's hand, walked to Jing Ji, hated the iron and said: "Your parents don't know how much effort it took to send you to our province for experiment, just to make You have a good learning environment. You are good! Learn to fight, learn to skip classes, just don't study! Are you worthy of them?"

"I don't understand. You and Qiao Anyan are in Class 7 and Class 11, and the classrooms are not on the same floor. How can he provoke you?"

"Qiao Anyan?"

Qiao Anyan, Donghai Provincial Experimental High School, Jing Ci…

Jing Ji's eyes widened suddenly, isn't this the content of a rebirth campus text he read before?

The protagonist died of poverty in his previous life by Qiao Anyan, and by chance, he returned to his sophomore year of high school, and since then he has started the road of slapping the face from a scumbag to a scholar.

This book is advertised as sweet and refreshing, but the author only wrote that the protagonist was attacked to the first place in the grade, and even the feelings between the attack and the sufferer were pitted before they could develop.

At that time, Jing Ji still scolded a few words in his heart.

Unexpectedly, there is a deflated calf in the dark, and he actually got into this book.

In the novel, the original body is just a low-level cannon fodder with few roles. Because of his mad obsession with the protagonist Gong Yingjiao, he did a lot of mindless things, and even claimed to be Yingjiao's ex-boyfriend. In the end, the protagonist was beaten and dropped out of school, and died in the gang fight.

The fight this time was because the original body heard that Qiao Anyan liked to win arrogance, and went over to look for trouble with others angrily, and the two started fighting after arguing.

Jing Ji carefully recalled the plot in the novel, and sadly discovered that it was this incident that led to Qiao Anyan's rebirth.

At this point in time, it is just the beginning of the novel.

"Qiao Anyan? What's your tone of voice?" Teacher Liu was furious: "The fight is all over, don't tell me you don't know what they're called! Are you a bomb? You're still doing indiscriminate attacks!"

Jing Ji took a deep breath, clenched his hand that was still shaking slightly, and looked at Teacher Liu: "Teacher, I know I'm wrong, I promise to study hard in the future and never fight again."

He has no interest in Yingjiao, and does not intend to continue to be cannon fodder to give the protagonist a head.

Math is not fun, or workbooks are not easy to do, why should you fall in love?

He just wants to avoid the plot, live his own life, and maybe one day he will wear it back again.

When Teacher Liu heard that he was subdued, his tone softened a lot, but his face was still gloomy: "What you say is better than what you sing, but you do what you say!"

He took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed a hand in Jing Ji's ear, and put a strand of yellow hair in front of him: "Let's not talk about anything else, just your hair, how many times have I told you to let you cut it? You Did you hear it? Huh?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and was immediately shocked by the yellow shit. He immediately said sincerely: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm going to dye my hair back."

His attitude of admitting mistakes was so good that Teacher Liu had a very unreal feeling.

He looked at Jing Ji suspiciously, and squinted: "Did you say that on purpose because you wanted to escape this punishment?"

Jing Ji hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, it's my fault this time. Teacher, you can punish me any way you want. I just want to change my mind and make a statement in front of you."

"Oh," Teacher Liu was delighted, and the yellow hair on Jing Ji's head was also pleasing to the eye: "I have taught you for more than a year, and this is the first time I have seen you admit that you are so sincere."

He has been teaching Jing Ci since the first year of high school. In the second semester of high school, he was divided into arts and sciences. Jing Ci chose science and was in his class.

This kid doesn't know what's going on. He is rebellious and outrageous, and he still has paranoia. The more he is not allowed to do something, the more he does it.

Over the past year, Mr. Liu has worked hard for Jing Ci, and has scolded him many times, but he has not been able to bring him to the right path.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to give up, Jing Ji suddenly opened up.

"What you just said to the teacher is serious?"

Jing Ji nodded and said in a low voice, "Yes, I've caused trouble for the teacher, and I promise I'll never do **** things again."

Mr. Liu's knife-mouthed tofu heart, plus Jing Ji was brought to high school by him, and his heart softened instantly: "Since you have said so, the teacher will believe you once, and I won't ask the reason for the fight, as long as you don't If you do it again, the matter will be turned over.”

"However," Teacher Liu said solemnly, "this is the last time, and next time, the teacher will not help you."

As he said that, he glanced at Jing Ji's full head of yellow hair and said tentatively: "In this way, you don't have to go to the afternoon class, the teacher will give you a vacation to straighten your hair, what do you think? ?"

Jing Ji agreed immediately.

Teacher Liu sighed with relief: "Go, remember to come back for self-study in the evening."

Jing Ji agreed, walked out of the office, and brought the door close.

At this time, it was class time, and the teacher's voice came from time to time in the corridor. Jing Ji stood quietly and listened for a while, then turned and walked downstairs.

He had no memory of his original body, and after detouring a bit, he found the toilet by groping.

The provincial experiment is the best high school in the province, with a long history and a very contemporary toilet.

The dark squat pits are separated by a short cement layer, and there is a row of simple water taps outside.

Jing Ji washed his face, propped up the sink with both hands, and let the water drop down his cheeks drop by drop.

The wind blew, bringing a burst of coolness, which made his dazed head sober a lot.

He didn't know why he crossed over, and he didn't know where the original soul in this body went, but since it came, he just let it go.

Don't kill yourself, don't get close to the plot characters, and live your life in your own way.

After thinking about it, Jing Ji slowly let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed a lot.

It was just this relaxation that he felt a little pain in his body.

Touching down through the clothes, where the palm of my hand passed, another burst of pain.

This one is physically injured.

Jing Ji unzipped the school uniform and lifted the white short T inside.

On the young man's thin body, there are several bruises of various sizes, which are very terrifying because the skin is too white.

It seems that the original body did not take advantage of the fight with the protagonist this time.

Jing Ji put his palm on it and pressed it. Fortunately, the injury just looks scary, not too serious. After a while, the bruise will dissipate on its own.

I was afraid that there would be injuries elsewhere on my body, but there was no one in the toilet at the moment. Jing Ji found a corner, half took off the wide school uniform jacket, hung it loosely on his arm, held the hem of the white T with his mouth, clasped his waist with one hand, lowered his head and looked back hard.

Just when his neck was about to break, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

Jing Ji looked over subconsciously.

The boy who was wearing the same school uniform as him was handsome and was walking lazily this way.

His black hair was messy, his forehead and temples were slightly damp, and as he walked, beads of sweat rolled along the contours to the neat jawline, and finally crossed the raised Adam's apple and disappeared into the collar.

He held an unlit cigarette on his pale thin lips. His long and narrow eyes drooped slightly, and his gaze focused on the cigarette. He turned on the lighter with his right hand, and was about to ignite it when he suddenly felt like he was in the direction of Jing Ji. Look here.

The toilet was damp and dark, and the lighting was poor. The boy squinted his eyes to see Jing Ji's appearance clearly.

"Jing Ji?"

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, who did he know?

He nodded calmly.

When the boy saw this, he sneered. Reaching out his hand to take off the cigarette, he walked to Jing Ji step by step.

He was half a head taller than Jing Ji, and he almost wrapped Jing Ji under his figure. When those long and narrow black eyes stared at the person, it gave people a sense of oppression for no reason, and Jing Ji unconsciously took a half step back.

"What about blocking me again?" The boy asked with a casual smile on his face, raising his eyebrows.

Taking a look at Jing Ji up and down, his eyes fell on the clothes he lifted up and the hands on his waist, and he frivolously blew a rogue whistle: "Wow, I read it wrong, are you... touching yourself?"

"Amazing, little classmate." The boy applauded lazily: "Developed a new use for the men's toilet."

The author has something to say: quietly dig a hole, not too long, a little sweet text from spring.