Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

"Hey, little classmate," Ying Jiao suddenly leaned over and looked at him with a chuckle, "Are you happy?"

The smile on Jing Ji's lips was too late to withdraw.

"Brother helped you to bully you back." Ying Jiao leaned back on the chair lazily, with his right elbow slanted behind him, with a smile on his face: "Are you out of breath?"

Jing Ji pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "I'm not angry."

Zheng Que's ears were sharp, and when he heard his words, he interjected: "Jing Ji, your temper is too good now. If you change this matter today, you must not put the paper on Zhang Jing's face?"

"It's not," He Conge approached and smiled, "You don't know, Brother Jiao killed everyone in the exam room today, let alone Zhang Jing, Feng Datu couldn't stand it."

He Conge laughed so much that all his fat was shaking: "I will never forget Feng Dadao's expression at that time in my life, hahahaha, he even read the contents of the note twice! Hahahaha."

Peng Chengcheng couldn't help laughing: "Feng Dabald can be regarded as an innocent disaster."

Yingjiao sneered when he heard the words: "It's all pheasants, what's in and out of the cage."

Feng Datu is not a good guy either. He was the one who said that the little perverts had bad morals in the office that day.

This time, Peng Chengcheng couldn't help laughing, and the classroom of Class 7 was instantly filled with joy.

The corners of Jing Ji's lips were slightly raised, and he whispered, "Thank you."

Ying Jiao's heart tickled when he laughed, he raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to rub Jing Ji's hair.

Jing Ji quickly escaped.

Ying Jiao remembered his problem of not being able to touch his head, he gritted his teeth lightly, and lied without changing his face: "Don't move, there is a piece of confetti on your head."

"Where?" Jing Ji quickly stretched out his hand and snorted on his head, his fluffy hair curled up with his movements, trembling and very cute.

"It's not there," Ying Jiao pretended to point twice, and after doing enough, he stretched out his hand and put it on Jing Ji's head: "I'll let you fool around, it's gone..."

He put his palm on the top of Jing Ji's head and rubbed it twice.

Jing Ji was puzzled: "Have you gotten rid of it yet?"

Ying Jiao glanced at him and hummed: "It's not that you messed around."

When Jing Ji heard the words, he didn't dare to move.

Facing Yingjiao, he put his hands on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and waited obediently for him to help him take down the confetti.

Ying Jiao's slender fingers slid through Jing Ji's hair, and he was so addicted to it that he put down his hand reluctantly and pretended to throw it away: "Okay."

"Thank you." Jing Ci thanked him and turned to continue the question.

He Conge looked at Ying Jiao with contempt, and whispered forcefully, "Ah... shameless."

Zheng Que had already covered his eyes: "My arrogant brother...Is this finally stepping down from the altar? Very good."

Ying Jiao rubbed his fingers lightly, and went to bed contentedly.

On the second day, I took the comprehensive and English test.

He has already taken two exams, enough for Jing Ji to figure out the difficulty of this exam.

Before going to the examination room, he specially said to Li Zhou, "I will come out early at noon, and then I will help you eat together. Then you can come to the cafeteria to find me directly."

"No, no, no." Li Zhou quickly shook his head and declined: "Don't worry about the meal, take the exam well."

"I have a measure." Jing Ci picked up the schoolbag and said, "That's it."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom.

It would be impossible to leave Li Zhou tangled in his seat alone.

For a while, I am happy that my friend treats me well, and for a while I am afraid that he will fail the exam because of his smallness.

After a few minutes of lingering, all the students who came to take the exam in the first year of high school entered the classroom, and then went to the exam room with pain and joy.

As Jing Ji expected, it was really not difficult to manage the comprehensive analysis. In less than two hours, he answered all the questions and even checked it again.

There was really nothing to do, and he walked out of the examination room under the contemptuous eyes of the invigilator.

The two teachers who invigorated the test this time were the head teachers of the parallel classes in the second year of high school, and they knew that the last test room was basically filled with students from class seven.

A teacher casually put Jing Ci's paper on the podium and whispered, "Old Liu is really not easy. If nothing else, I can't teach these students in Class 7."

Another teacher smiled and said: "No, it's fortunate that Lao Liu has a good physique and looks like he can scare people. Although our classes are not comparable to the extraordinary and key classes, at least occasionally someone will enter the top 200. …”

He paused and shook his head: "Unlike Lao Liu, who took over all the bottom of the grade."

"Who said no." The teacher who spoke at the beginning sighed and looked at Jing Ji's back: "The paper has been handed in so early, what is the answer to the paper?"

Another teacher said: "Forget it, it's none of our business. I heard some movement in the north platoon. I'll go take a look."

At noon, Li Zhou found Jing Ji in the most eye-catching location of the cafeteria.

"Have you finished eating?" Li Zhou raised his spoon and looked at Jing Ji in disbelief: "What time did you come out?"

Jing Ji counted the time: "Around eleven o'clock."

"Fuck!" Li Zhou couldn't help but uttered a foul language, threw the spoon into the dinner plate, made a bang, and didn't eat the meal, pinching Jing Ji's shoulder and shaking frantically: "Did you hand in a blank paper again? !is not it?!"

"Sun! Jing Ji, I am at odds with you!"

Seeing that the eyes of the people around him were wrong, Jing Ji quickly pressed him down: "No, I really didn't hand in a blank."

Li Zhou didn't believe it: "Then why are you so fast?"

Jing Ji said lightly: "I'll come out after I answer."

The questions are really not difficult for him, and many of them know the answer at a glance, and they don't even need to calculate on paper.

It was really hard for Li Zhou to imagine that he could finish the rationale in two hours. He analyzed it in his heart with difficulty, and finally automatically understood this sentence as: Jing Ji answered everything he could do, but he couldn't do it. I really had no choice but to give up.

Li Zhou looked at Jing Ci with tears in his eyes, blaming him for trusting his buddy too much.

Seeing that Jing Ci has no hope of making it into the top 300 in this exam, is he really going to grab a loudspeaker with Feng Datu?

The more Li Zhou thought about it, the more sad he became, and he couldn't even eat meat.

As soon as he returned to the classroom, he slumped on the table, no matter how busy Zheng Que was at the same table.

Just as Zheng Que was about to ask him what was wrong, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Teacher Liu walked in from the outside with a dark face.

"Yingjiao, come out for me!"

Mr. Liu had a fever yesterday, so he asked for leave in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, when he came to school early in the morning, there was such a surprise waiting for him.

Yingjiao clicked his tongue impatiently, and raised his head lazily from the table: "Isn't it alright, I won't let you sleep even during the afternoon nap, who's going to fail the exam in the afternoon?"

Teacher Liu glared at him and ignored him.

Ying Jiao grew up in the UK. For various reasons, he often flew between China and the UK. English was like his mother tongue to him.

Can't pass the English test because you don't take a nap? fart!

"Tell me, why are you bullying Teacher Zhang?" Teacher Liu closed the door of the classroom and asked, "Do you know that Teacher Zhang cried yesterday!"

"Crying?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is the psychological quality so poor?"

Teacher Liu had an old blood stalk in his throat, almost holding back his internal injuries: "Don't be idle! Give me some seriousness! Why on earth?!"

Yingjiao put away the expression on his face and said sternly: "I reasonably suspect that Teacher Zhang is using improper means to interfere with the legitimate competition between classes."

Teacher Liu scratched his ears in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Ying Jiao told what Zhang Jing had done to Jing Ci, and at the end, he said, "Isn't this a blatant abuse of the teacher's authority to interfere with the exams of students in other classes?"

What? Zhang Jing still took the scene resignation paper?

Teacher Liu really doesn't know about this.

He was brainwashed by Yingjiao, and he almost said a good job, but fortunately he reacted before he blurted out, and changed his words: "Then you can't scold the teacher!"

"When did I scold the teacher?" Ying Jiao spread his hands and looked innocent: "How did I know she would pick it up and look at it."

Mr. Liu couldn't tell him, and he was also angry with Zhang Jing, and waved his hand with a dark face: "It's alright, don't play this game with me, I don't know what kind of virtue you are? It's not an example."

Win arrogant dispensable nodded.

"Also," Teacher Liu said again: "Jing Ji has been studying very seriously recently. You don't have anything to mess with him, do you hear me?"

Win arrogant chuckle.

Neither agreed nor refused.

The last test was English. Jing Ji answered the question in a hurry, checked it again as usual, put the test paper away, and sat quietly in his seat.

This time, he did not submit the papers in advance.

There will be a month-end holiday tomorrow, for two days in total, and the cafeteria will not be open tonight.

The duration of the English test in the first year of high school is the same as that in the second year of high school, so even if he submits the papers in advance, he will not be able to enter the classroom.

Xu was because of the imminent holiday, and the people in the last exam room were so excited that the invigilator almost couldn't control it. When the bell for the end of the exam finally rang, both the teacher and the students breathed a sigh of relief.

Jing Ji didn't like to squeeze with people, so he took up his schoolbag and walked out after everyone left the classroom. As soon as he stepped out the door, he saw Ying Jiao facing him, standing in the corridor with one hand in his pocket.

His school uniform jacket was open, and the white T inside was wet and dripping water. On the opposite side stood a man who was trying his best to apologize to him.

Because the man had his back to Jing Ji, Jing Ji didn't recognize who he was at first, until he spoke, Jing Ji suddenly realized that it was Qiao Anyan.

Is there finally an intersection between the two protagonists?

When Ying Jiao heard the movement, he raised his eyes and looked over.

With four eyes facing each other, Jing Ji looked away expressionlessly, turned and left.

This is not bad, maybe Yingjiao's attention will be attracted by Qiao Anyan, and he will be able to stay away from the plot.

He rubbed his aching temples and stepped faster.

"Hey you..." Ying Jiao was waiting for the speech here, who knew that this little pervert saw him as if he didn't see it, and left directly.

Yingjiao gritted his teeth lightly, he really needed to clean up...

He raised his foot to chase, but was stopped by Qiao Anyan.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Qiao Anyan blushed and held his hands uneasily. He wanted to touch Yingjiao's T-shirt, but he didn't dare: "Can I wash the clothes for you? You, you are Which class? I'll send it to you after I wash it."

Ying Jiao looked down at the large water stain on his body, thinking that the water was drunk by the person in front of him, and immediately frowned.

"No."

He doesn't like strangers touching his things.

Ying Jiao bypassed Qiao Anyan, and just took two steps forward when the corner of his clothes was pulled from behind.

"It's all my fault, let me wash it for you," Qiao Anyan timidly looked at Yingjiao and kept apologizing: "Otherwise I'd be uneasy..."

The feeling of the wet T-shirt sticking to his body caused a dense layer of goose bumps on Yingjiao's arm. He lowered his eyes, looked at Qiao Anyan holding his hand, and said indifferently, "Let go."

Qiao Anyan kept shaking his head and said stubbornly, "It's all my fault, I..."

"I let you go."

"No, I'll help you wash..."

"Go away!" Ying Jiao's face froze.

Qiao Anyan was frightened by him and let go of his hand unconsciously.

Ying Jiao sneered, seeing Jing Ji's back so pale that he was almost invisible, without even looking at Qiao Anyan, he strode forward to chase.