Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ci was the last one in the whole grade. After entering the classroom, Ying Jiao didn't even need to look at the location map on the blackboard. He walked straight to the last position in the north row. As expected, Jing Ci's name and student number were posted on it.

Yingjiao put his schoolbag on the table for him, watched him take out the stationery one by one, and said, "I'm taking an exam in Class 21, call me for something."

Jing Ji thanked him for his kindness and nodded in agreement.

Seeing him sitting upright in his position, Ying Jiao brought a smile in his eyes. He pulled the chair next to him and sat down next to Jing Ji. Although he knew he wasn't afraid, he still instructed: "Don't worry about Li Shi and the others, the exam is over, don't think about it."

Jing Ji smiled at him for the first time: "I won't."

"That's good." Looking at him bending his lips, Yingjiao was in a good mood: "Little classmate, come on, Lao Liu expects you to raise your eyebrows once."

The seventh class has been ridiculed in the forum these days, and everyone hopes that Jing Ji can help them fight.

Yesterday, Ying Jiao even saw Zheng Que, the idiot, holding the jade Guanyin on his neck and praying for Jing Ji.

The same goes for the other students in Class 7. If Ying Jiao hadn't stopped them, they would even be able to give Jing Ji a pair of red socks.

Although Yingjiao didn't know the specific results of this little pervert, according to his observations these days, the top three hundred should be an easy task.

Jing Ci, who was shouldering the heavy responsibility of fighting for the reputation of the seventh class, nodded heavily: "I will work hard."

Jing Ji likes the small group of Class Seven very much.

Although the students in Class 7 love to play and play, they don't like to study, and even every self-study class is like herding sheep. However, he is very measured, and does not rely on his family's power to do whatever he wants in the school.

Not only that, Class Seven was the most united class Jing Ci had ever seen.

His previous class was the key class of the grade, and the relationship between the classmates was very weak. In addition to studying all day, the embankment was overtaken by the surrounding people.

It's not like the seventh class, there is a strong sense of collective honor.

After the thread on the forum was circulated in the class, and after the self-study class, a vacuum appeared around Jing Ji.

The person who originally liked to play poker stopped playing poker, and the chatter closed his mouth. Everyone spontaneously stopped disturbing him and made room for him to study.

"Okay, don't be under pressure." Yingjiao stood up and chuckled: "Just do what you did before, I'm leaving."

Jing Ji nodded, and after watching him leave, he lowered his head and began to silently recite the text in his heart.

The first exam was Chinese, and the last exam, by chance, was the head teacher of the first class, Zhang Jing, invigilating the exam.

When all the students in the exam room had arrived, Zhang Jing walked in with another male teacher holding a stack of exam papers and stepping on high heels.

She stood on the podium, glanced down at the students under the stage, and introduced herself first: "I am the head teacher of the first class, and this time I will supervise everyone."

She paused, her stern face full of sternness: "I'm not like other teachers who turn a blind eye to poor students. In my exam room, as long as I find cheating, I will never I'll forgive you!"

She stretched out **** and dipped a little saliva in her mouth. While counting the papers, she said sternly, "The grades you copied are all fake, and the reason for the poor study is mostly on your own! Copy?"

"Let me clean up everything that has nothing to do with the exam, don't have bad grades or bad character!"

After she finished speaking, she looked up at the clock on the wall and handed out the counted papers one by one.

"Damn." In front of Jing Ci was Zheng Que. He handed the last paper to Jing Ci and scolded: "The old witch dares to say that we have bad morals? Who is cheating? Bitch."

Zhang Jing's ears were very good, and when she heard the movement, she immediately looked at them.

Jing Ci gave Zheng Que a hush, motioning him to stop talking and take the exam.

Zheng Que's lips moved, but he still held back.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ji browsed it first.

The basic knowledge is very simple, the reading questions are not difficult, and the final composition is a material composition.

He picked up the pen and quickly filled in the basic questions while thinking about the composition in his mind.

Just finished writing the correct pronunciation in front of me, when a sound of high-heeled shoes came from far and near.

Then, Jing Ji's paper was suddenly opened by a hand. Fortunately, he responded quickly and stopped writing in time, otherwise half of the paper would be destroyed.

Jing Ji frowned and raised his head.

Zhang Jing glanced at the name on his desktop, stretched out his hand and pulled out the draft that Jing Ji had placed under the test paper, and read it carefully, page by page, for fear of what he had written in it.

Jing Ji pursed his lips slightly, and said lightly: "Teacher, please return my book to me."

Zhang Jing's hand paused and looked down at him.

"I still have questions to do." Jing Ji looked at her without dodging: "If you suspect that there is something in the book, take it away, and find me something else to cushion."

All the candidates in the class looked at him, their eyes flickering with excitement.

Zhang Jing sneered and threw the draft back on his desk with a snap. Glancing at Jing Ji, he turned around and left.

It's her demonic handicap, and she was deeply influenced by that thread on the forum.

For a student like Jing Ji, even if he was asked to take an open-book exam, he couldn't find the answer.

Touching Zhang Jing's contemptuous eyes, Jing Ji was neither angry nor looked down upon.

He picked up the pen again, put the draft back in place calmly, and continued to answer the questions.

There's no need to care about anything with her. When the results come out, just talk with the scores.

Jing Ji's mood was not affected in the slightest. When there were forty-five minutes before the end of the exam, he finished answering the paper, checked it again and felt that there was no problem, then handed in the paper and left the examination room.

He went directly to a cafeteria, because he came out early, and there was no one in the cafeteria at the moment.

After Jing Ji finished eating, he bumped into the face of Li Zhou who had just come in.

Seeing him, Li Zhou almost broke the meal card in his hand. He held Jing Ji's shoulder in horror and looked nervously down: "Why did you come out so early? The paper was torn, or did you meet Li Shi? "

Jing Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he broke his hand and motioned for him to eat first.

Li Zhou randomly asked for a few dishes, and sat opposite Jing Ji with a dinner plate: "What's the matter? You don't say that I'm not at ease."

"It's nothing," Jing Ji looked at him with a funny look, stretched out his spoon and scooped a mouthful of rice: "After answering, hand in the paper."

Li Zhou confirmed in disbelief: "Finished? Are all the questions empty?"

The more he thought about it, the more unreliable he felt: "You really didn't hand in a blank paper this time?"

"No," Jing Ji swallowed the rice in his mouth and put the spoon into Li Zhou's hand: "Hurry up and eat, I answered all the questions, if there is no accident, I will definitely be in the top three hundred."

Li Zhou was relieved and heaved a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death."

After the two had eaten, they went straight back to the classroom.

Because of the exam, the tables in Class 7 were pulled apart from each other, and even the front and back tables of the same table were far away from each other.

Jing Ji's seat was crowded with people, and as soon as he entered the door, the students in Class 7 came hula-la around like birds homing to their nests.

The study committee member is a girl who screams, she is very beautiful, and her name is Chen Miaomiao. She squeezed everyone away with the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, grabbed the most favorable position beside Jing Ji, and asked excitedly, "How is it? How did you test?"

Chen Miaomiao usually pays great attention to study, but Xu didn't find the right way, and his grades always failed to improve.

During this time, she came to Jing Ci to ask many questions, and she has successfully become a fan girl of Jing Ci.

Jing Ji recalled the test paper and smiled: "It's good, it's no problem to get into the top 300."

"Ah ah ah ah!" Chen Miaomiao excitedly held Jing Ci's hand and shook it desperately: "Jing Ci! Our seventh class depends on you! Don't fight for steamed bread, you must do your best!"

As soon as Yingjiao entered the door, he saw such a picture, and the smile on the corner of his mouth went down.

He Congee and Zheng Que in the back looked at each other and their hearts were raised.

Yingjiao usually has a good temper, and usually doesn't get angry easily. But once a fire starts, it will be a shattering, and no one can hold it back.

He Porridge swallowed a mouthful of saliva, had nothing to say, and tried to divert Yingjiao's attention: "Then what... Brother Jiao, where are we going to play at the end of the month?"

He took Yingjiao's arm tremblingly and forced a smile: "How about going to 1982 all night? It just so happened that Lao Zheng's birthday was coming up, so I gave it to him ahead of time."

Ying Jiao fixedly looked at the hands of Jing Ji and Chen Miaomiao, and after a while, he snorted, pushed He Conge away, and walked straight over.

As soon as he came over, the classmates who were chatting around Jing Ji instantly became quiet. The next second with a bang, he fled back to his seat like birds and beasts.

Only Chen Miaomiao was overexcited, and before she could react, she still held Jing Ji's hand stupidly.

Yingjiao looked at her calmly, with a light expression: "You are so excited for the math test in the afternoon, it seems that you can pass this time."

Yingjiao's mind is so vicious, he specializes in poking at other people's pain points.

Chen Miaomiao's mathematics is a long-standing problem, and he has never passed it. No matter how many famous teachers he has hired to make up the class, it is useless.

Chen Miaomiao's smile disappeared instantly, she glared at Ying Jiao, let go of Jing Ji, and ran away angrily.

From now on, Jing Ji is her only male god!

This ruthless man was removed from the list of male gods by her!

Chen Miaomiao ran away with anger, Ying Jiao turned to Jing Ji, held his wrist, and pulled him to his side with a cold face.

"What are you doing?" Before Jing Ji could react, he struggled subconsciously: "Let go of me."

Yingjiao sneered: "Smiling so sweet... So happy to be shaken by a girl?"

Jing Ji's cheeks were slightly red, and he raised his eyes to refute him: "I don't have it, don't talk nonsense."

Yingjiao ignored him.

He raised the hand that Chen Miaomiao had held, and reached out to cover it expressionlessly. Looking at Jing Ji's eyes, he slowly and forcefully squeezed his fingers between his fingers one by one, intertwining them with his ten fingers.

"You..." Jing Ji shook the tightly clasped hands of the two of them, embarrassed and angry: "Let go of me..."

Yingjiao sneered, and glanced in Chen Miaomiao's direction full of anger: "What? She can hold it, but I can't?"

Jing Ji was anxious: "No..."

"Then what are you doing?" Ying Jiao raised a long leg, hooked a stool and sat beside Jing Ji, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Be honest with me."

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