Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

After saying that unintelligible sentence at noon that day, Ying Jiao didn't go to tease Jing Ci again.

Therefore, this weekend Jingjing had a very happy and contented speech.

He has already finished his homework, and he has read the knowledge in the book many times. Then I took out the newly bought book, sat in the classroom and read one after another, immersed in the study and unable to extricate myself.

At this time, in the office of the teaching building, the teachers of the second year of high school are gathering together, working overtime to correct the test papers.

Mr. Liu's child's illness has not yet healed, and he will arrive an hour late in the afternoon. The other teachers chatted while grading the papers.

"The difficulty of the paper has been specially increased this time. I don't know how many marks the students can get on the test." Zhao Feng, the head teacher of the second class, just finished approving a mathematics paper, turning the page and shaking his head: "This semester is half over, some The hearts of the students are still floating, wait for the scores to come out and give them a close look. Just the one I just approved, what are the answers!"

"Yes," Sun Dongan, the head teacher of the third class, answered, "I saw the score I got in the test, but..."

Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.

The teachers in the office turned to look at him one after another: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Sun, what did you see? Why are you so surprised?"

"This..." Teacher Sun pointed at a paper with bright eyes: "I just approved a complete math paper!"

He said excitedly: "Although I still don't know how to answer the multiple-choice questions, the following questions are all correct."

The questions of this exam were created by the provincial experimental teachers themselves. The provincial experimental teachers were ruthless and ruthless.

However, there are a lot of experimental students in the province. Every time you take the exam, you will get a lot of full marks in each subject. How can you make Teacher Sun so excited?

The other teachers were a little puzzled.

Zhang Jing glanced at Sun Dongan disdainfully: "It's just mathematics."

Only the teachers of the key and parallel classes are so rare and strange, and they are so excited when they see full marks.

"No." Teacher Sun picked up the stack of sealed test papers on the table and explained: "I have approved all of this stack of papers, and I didn't even get more than 50 points before, this is the last one, full marks! You are weird. Isn't it weird?!"

"There are still people who can get full marks in the next few exam rooms?"

When Teacher Sun said this, other teachers immediately became interested and came over to see it.

"Not a student in our class, the handwriting is unfamiliar."

"It's not like our class."

"It's weird, which class is that?"

Several teachers were secretly guessing when Teacher Wang, who taught chemistry in Class 7, suddenly exclaimed, "I have the same situation as Teacher Sun here."

He shook the paper in his hand: "Except for the multiple-choice questions, I don't know about Li Zong, and all the others are full marks."

Teacher Wang has already vaguely guessed in his heart, and his excited words are not easy to say: "No one else in the same examination room with him has a score of more than 100%!"

Hearing the words, the other teachers rushed over.

Sure enough, it was the same as what Teacher Wang said.

A light flashed in a teacher's mind, suddenly thought of the post on the forum, and his eyes widened: "Could it be..."

He swallowed dryly, and finally managed to say the name with difficulty: "The remarks of the seventh class, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jing snorted coldly, "Impossible!"

How could a gangster in class seven be so good in the test? !

The other teachers didn't believe it either. They all knew about the post, but no one took the content of the post seriously.

A teacher said: "Anyway, this stack of papers has been approved, why don't we take it apart and take a look? Let's save our guessing here, maybe it was confused when it was bound."

Sun Dongan nodded and said, "I think so too, why don't you take it apart?"

Several other teachers nodded.

There is no problem with removing names in advance for the exams of my school, not to mention that this stack of papers is so graded, and there is nothing to do with it.

Under the watchful eyes of all the teachers in the office, Sun Dongan slowly opened the sealing line and pulled out the mathematics paper.

When their eyes focused on that name, all the teachers in the office collectively lost their voices.

The teachers widened their eyes, opened their mouths, breathed heavily, and some even rubbed their eyes childishly.

Impossible, fake, how could it be him? !

For a while, the office was unusually quiet, and needles could be heard falling.

After a long time, Zhang Jing screamed in disbelief, breaking the peace in the room: "How is this possible?!"

However, she didn't believe it and couldn't help it. On the neat scroll, in the column of name and class, a few words were clearly written—

High school sophomore class seven, Jing Ji.

At the same time, Mr. Wang also dismantled the sealing line.

"My God!" Zhao Feng, who has always been serious, clutched his chest and made an unbelievable expression: "You're a perfect scorer of Jing Ji?!"

The other teachers' souls were all shaken by the name, and it took a while for them to recover and rush towards the paper.

"Really Jing Ji? He actually pretended?! I'll go."

"The current child is really... give me another look, am I right?!"

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

A teacher has been intoxicated by now. He grabbed Jing Ji's mathematics paper and said excitedly: "Quick! Find out all his papers and answer sheets for other subjects! Let's see what the total score is?!"

His proposal received unanimous responses from other teachers.

When the names are all confused, it may be a little hard to find other people's papers, but Jing Ji is the last one in the last exam room, the goal is particularly obvious, and it is relatively easy to find.

The teachers are also very good at gossip. In less than ten minutes, they hurriedly put Jing Ci's papers and answer sheets on the table.

The answer sheet has already been read, and now Jing Ci only has the Chinese and English papers that have not been approved.

"Hurry up!" The other teachers urged the teacher who approved the papers: "Hurry up, let's see what his total score is!"

The two teachers got a headache from being urged by a bunch of people. They let their heads empty and finished the papers. When the scores were summed up, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Only for Chinese, two points are deducted for composition." The teacher who criticized Jingci's language papers looked complicated: "I still think the full score is too much, so I deducted it deliberately."

The teacher who was approving English was dull-eyed, looking at the test paper and muttering, and already began to doubt life: "I can't even find the point of deduction..."

The head teacher of the second class, Zhao Feng, grasped the key points keenly, his fingers trembling, he put all the papers of Jing Ci together, and finally made a summary: "That is to say, Jing Ci's mathematics, English, and comprehensive science are all full marks. Only language was deducted two points?"

Other teachers: "…"

"Impossible!" Zhang Jing couldn't accept this fact at all. She slapped the table and stood up, saying with certainty, "It must be cheating! He must be cheating!"

Zhao Feng rubbed his face and said indifferently, "Cheating? Teacher Zhang, just call the last student in the exam room, give him all the workbooks and books, and let him take the exam open-book, and see if he can get a perfect score."

Zhang Jing was speechless.

All the teachers who had an idea in their hearts were speechless.

Indeed, without real strength, cheating will not get full marks.

If not, the school still has surveillance. Exactly what happened, you can find out by calling out the monitor.

For a moment, the office fell into a dead silence.

Mr. Liu's son just started primary school this year. He caught the flu some time ago. After a period of treatment, the symptoms of fever and runny nose disappeared, but he always had a cough. He went to several hospitals but was not cured, which made Mr. Liu exhausted and had to ask for leave again and again.

When he came out of the hospital again, Mr. Liu gave his son to his wife, called a car by himself, and rushed to the school in a hurry.

He worked overtime last night and approved several stacks of papers. I didn't eat any meal this morning, and I was in a hurry for the whole morning. Finally, the task was almost completed.

But he still has a lot to do next.

The mathematics he teaches needs to calculate the total score, and he is the head teacher. When the results of all subjects are out, he has to do data analysis, and he can't be idle at all.

These are nothing, Mr. Liu is used to it. But when he thought of the sympathy or gloating eyes floating from all directions in the office after the results came out, Mr. Liu felt unhappy.

At the school gate, Mr. Liu paid and got out of the car, went upstairs all the way, and walked towards the office.

Before entering the door, he deliberately put on a cold face. In this way, those teachers who came to talk to him with different motives would have to be more careful when speaking again.

The poor teacher Liu, who was at the bottom of the exam every time, had already figured out a way to survive in the office amid cynicism.

Today, however, something seems to be wrong.

Mr. Liu stood at the door, looking back at the other teachers who were staring at him with piercing eyes.

what happened?

Did their class get the worst score in history?

No, this is just the beginning of the examination of papers, how can the results be released so quickly?

So what's new in their class?

Mr. Liu coughed, cleared his throat, walked in, and was about to say hello to the others, when all the teachers in the office immediately surrounded him—

"Mr. Liu, you are here!"

"Come here, let me show you something! I promise you won't believe it."

"Quick, quick, where's the paper? From whom, bring it to Teacher Liu!"

 …

Teacher Liu took the papers handed over by the teachers with a bewildered look on his face, turned it over a few times, and his face immediately darkened.

Okay, now the people in the office are starting to unite and come together to squeeze him out? !

He even used several full marks to stimulate him!

Does he care about this? !

Mr. Liu snorted coldly and said in a rough voice: "What's wrong, math, English and science are both full marks, and Chinese is a little short of full marks, what's wrong?!"

Zhao Feng pointed to the upper left corner of the test paper and reminded him, "Mr. Liu, look at your name."

Fuck the name!

Not his student.

Teacher Liu was furious and rolled his eyes in his heart. When I looked over, I had already organized the language of angering the teachers in the group.

However, these sharp words were all blocked in his throat when he saw the familiar name in the upper left corner.

Mr. Liu's eyes widened, and he repeatedly chewed the words "Second and Seventh Class, Jing Ji".

Before his mind could react, his hands had already begun to quickly turn over the scrolls, looking at the names one by one.

Jingji, it's all Jingji!

"Jing Ji?" Teacher Liu still couldn't believe it: "Jing Ji in our class?!"

Zhao Feng nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Feng smiled and looked at Teacher Liu: "Do you think it's incredible?"

The answer to him was a long hiccup from Teacher Liu.

The poor teacher Liu was holding a few papers, adding and subtracting in his mind, and was abruptly frightened by this total score.

On Monday morning, the students in Class 7 yawned and staggered over for their morning self-study.

As soon as Zheng Que entered the door, he rushed to Jing Ji's side, and said excitedly: "When I just passed the office, I listened a little more, and a teacher said that the results are out!"

Li Zhou heard his words as soon as he entered the door, and immediately covered his head with a whimper.

Zheng Que didn't know why: "What's the matter, isn't this a good thing? Anyway, Jing Ji will definitely be in the top 300."

Li Zhou burst into tears, dragged Zheng Que to the last row, and said with a sullen head: "Do you know what time Jing Ji came out during the examination of Li Zong?"

"What time is it?" Zheng Que asked thoughtfully before he could understand it.

"It's less than eleven o'clock!" Li Zhou was lying on the table: "This beast must have been fooled and handed in after answering.

"What?" He Congee also came. He was still dozing off when he heard Li Zhou's words and suddenly woke up: "Then the first three hundred..."

Li Zhou shook his head.

He Porridge has a big mouth, and when he heard the news that was like a thunderbolt from the blue, he couldn't cover it at all. Anyone who had a good relationship with him would try to force him.

So, at the end of the early self-study, all the students in Class 7 knew that Jing Ci had no hope of being in the top 300 in this exam.

He Porridge found someone to watch at the door, secretly took out his mobile phone, and found the post on the forum.

In just a few days, the number of replies to the post has exceeded 900 floors.

[Eight hundred and sixteenth floor: Check in on Monday! I have received the exact news. The results will be announced in class later, and I will wait for the landlord to slap me in the face. 】

[Floor 822: Hahahahaha this is the first time I look forward to the announcement of the results, I just want to see if the faces of those in Class 7 hurt. 】

[Floor 850: What about the seventh class? Isn't it fun to jump around at first? Isn't it certain that Jing Ci is a scholar? Now the results are coming out, how about you guys? 】

[Eight hundred and seventy-sixth floor: Hey, I suddenly began to feel sorry for the idiots in the seventh class...]

[Nine hundred and thirty-first floor: I remember there was a sand sculpture in the first few hundred floors saying that Jing Ji would definitely be in the top three hundred this time, so why don't you go in and grab a loudspeaker with Feng Datu? 】

 …

"What's going on here?" He Conge had a toothache on his face: "Is it possible... Could it be that we just lie down and let us laugh at it?"

"Otherwise?" Li Zhou sighed and pointed at the screen of his phone: "Did you see it? The sand sculpture who said he was going to grab a loudspeaker with Feng Dayu was me, who would suffer from me?"

Peng Chengcheng: "…"

Zheng Que is a real scumbag. He has a blind trust in Jing Ci. The matter has reached this point, and he still does not give up: "But Jing Ci said, he will definitely be in the top 300."

He Conge heard the words and patted him on the shoulder: "Old Zheng, you are always so simple, let me tell you what's good about you."

The class immediately sighed and sighed. Except for Jing Ji and Ying Jiao, they didn't feel anything. The rest of the people were frowning and didn't even go to the toilet.

The first class in the morning was a math class. Teacher Liu was wearing a suit for the first time ever. His tendons were bulging, and he was about to burst his sleeves.

Holding a stack of papers, he walked in in high spirits.

He Conge pointed his finger up, turned around and said to Zheng Que, "Did you see it? Old Liu has gone crazy."

Mr. Liu walked up to the podium, put the paper on the podium, held two pieces of paper and swayed it down: "The results of this exam have already come out, they are all printed on paper, and you can see for yourself after class!"

"The math results will be announced below! Click on the name to get your own paper!"

"Zheng Que: 9 points! Among our classmates, Zheng Que is the one that I admire the most! You say you can get a few points even with your eyes closed?"

"He Congee: 68! Counting is quite auspicious. I won't know if it is auspicious or not after you go home."

"Yingjiao: 70! You have a really good relationship with He Congee, and even the scores are good for the two brothers!"

…………

Teacher Liu usually announces grades from high to low. Today, I don't know what happened, so I started to announce from the lowest.

A circle of names were called, and except for Jing Ji, all the other students in the class got the papers.

"What's the situation? What about your papers?" Ying Jiao frowned: "I'll go up and check it out for you?"

"No," Jing Ji shook his head, he probably knew what was going on.

Sure enough, Teacher Liu cleared his throat and continued: "The last paper is from Jing Ji, 150 points!"

Class Seven exploded!

"Fuck!! How many points??" He Conge licked his ears in disbelief: "Am I stuffed with earwax? Old Liu said how many points did Jingci get in the math test??"

Zheng Que's eyes were dull, and he unconsciously responded to He Congee: "I... I seem to be deaf too, 150 points?"

Even Peng Chengcheng, who has always been calm, opened his mouth: "1, 150 points? What is the perfect score in mathematics? 250?"

"What?" Zheng Que's eyes widened: "So I remembered it wrong all the time? The perfect score in mathematics is 250?!"

He Conge wiped his face, turned his head and said angrily, "I think you two are 250!"

Under the shocked or dull eyes of the seventh classmates, Jing Ji calmly took the stage and took away his papers.

As soon as he returned to his seat, the paper was taken by Ying Jiao.

Yingjiao flipped through the paper repeatedly, yes, every question was correct, 150 points, full marks.

He looked at Jing Ji with complicated eyes.

I knew that this little pervert had good grades, but I didn't expect it to be so good.

He returned the paper to Jing Ji, his eyes fell on the big '70' on his paper, and he lowered his eyes slightly.

Teacher Liu also said on the podium, "Have you seen Jing Ji, he is your role model! With a score of 150 in mathematics, given the difficulty of this test paper, there are not many extraordinary classes!"

However, no one below listened to him at all. The paper from Jing Ji was like some kind of sacred relic. It was passed from the middle row to the south row, and then to the north row. Everyone in the seventh class paid homage to him. back into his hands.

Li Zhou was the first person to wake up. He calculated the account in his heart. Since Jingci can take 150 in mathematics, then other subjects will not be too low.

Zheng Que thought of it together with him, raised his hand and asked Teacher Liu directly: "Teacher! What about the results of other subjects of Jing Ci? You can announce it together!"

Originally, what Teacher Liu hated most was the announcement of grades, but today, no one in the school is looking forward to this part more than him. In the morning, he even urged the faculty and staff to post the red list as soon as possible.

"Cough," Mr. Liu's lips turned up: "Since you are looking forward to it so much, I will announce it together now."

Class 7 students waited with bated breath.

"A perfect score of 150 in mathematics."

"English out of 150."

"The comprehensive score is 300."

"Language..." Teacher Liu paused, glanced at the audience, looked at Jing Ci, and said hypocritically, "I can't do Chinese, it's a bit of a drag, it's only 148."

Knowing his total score, Jing Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He never understood why he was so poor in the college entrance examination. In the previous world, every time the city's joint and unified examinations were taken, he almost always occupied the first place with full marks, and the second place couldn't stand up at all.

Jing Ji felt that his college entrance examination papers were very good, and he didn't find any mistakes when he answered the answers. Who knew that after the results came out, they gave him a blow to the head. Now that he knew that his level had not declined, he finally felt relieved.

The seventh class was silent for three minutes, then exploded again.

"Fuck!!!!"

"Damn it!! How many points??!!"

"Damn!! Where's the calculator?? Use it for me to calculate the total score!"

"Are you **** stupid?? Can't you just subtract 2 points from the full score! The total score is 748???! Fuck!"

 …

In this class, except for Jing Ci, no one in Class 7 was seriously listening to the class, and they were all discussing his heaven-defying score.

At the urging of Teacher Liu, after the second get out of class in the morning, the red list for this exam was finally posted.

Because of the post on the forum, the second-year high school students were very concerned about the results of this exam. After hearing that the red list came out, they ran away and looked for Jing Ci's name from the back.

The students in Class 7 stood on the far left of the red list, staring at the top in stunned eyes—

1: Scene Speech 748

2: Jiang Chong 723

In a place like the provincial experiment, where there are many scholars, Jing Ji was the first person in the history of the school to beat the second place by 25 points.

The students in other classes were going blind, and they couldn't find Jing Ji's name. Some people couldn't help but whisper: "Is it possible that he has handed in a blank again this time, so it's not a grade?"

He Conge was waiting for such a fool to be delivered to the door. Hearing that, he immediately waved to the muttering man: "Come, come and see who is the number one on the red list."

He Conge was also considered the number one person in the provincial experiment.

In my heart, I thought to myself, who can be the first, after all, it is either Jiang Chong from the first class, or Zhou Chao from the second class.

However, when his eyes fell on the top name, his chin fell to the ground with a click: "Jing Ji?! Jing Ji took the first place in the whole grade?!"

As soon as the voice went down, the entire red list was instantly silent.

He Conge and a few people had seen enough of everyone's disbelieving expressions, so they swayed to the horizontal bar with their shoulders on their backs.

"Sun! It's so cool!" Zheng Que laughed: "This is the happiest day of Lao Tzu's birth since then!"

"Jing Ci..." Peng Chengcheng's expression was complicated: "It's really amazing."

Peng Chengcheng has a cold and hard character, and it is a great thing to be able to say something powerful by him.

He Cong also sighed: "To tell the truth, this result really scared me. When I first heard Li Zhou say that Jing Ji completed the comprehensive paper in two hours, I was stunned, thinking about it, I really didn't expect it. what."

Zheng Que sighed: "Who would have thought that there would be a big guy hiding beside us, Jing Ji's hand is really good."

Several people kept talking, and the worship of Jing Ci in their hearts had reached its peak.

Only Yingjiao did not participate. He leaned against the wall and smoked quietly.

"What's wrong with Brother Jiao?" He Conge touched Peng Chengcheng with his elbow and whispered, "It's been like this since the first class."

Peng Chengcheng looked up at him and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe something happened to his family again?"

Only Zheng Que was heartless, and regardless of Yingjiao's cold face, he leaned over and said, "How is it, Brother Jiao, what does it feel like to be at the same table with the boss? Tell us, let us scumbags feel it! "

Ying Jiao flicked the soot, raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Yes, Jing Ci is a scholar, and these people are collectively called scumbags.

Between the two, there is almost a red list distance.

Ying Jiao exhaled a cigarette ring, snuffed out the remaining half of the cigarette and threw it into the trash can, ignoring Zheng Que, turned around and left.

Zheng Que wanted to ask further questions, but after being slapped by He Cong, he quickly closed his mouth.

Since the test results came out, Jing Ji has become the object of everyone's attention, and the seat has almost become a tourist destination.

Fortunately, he was Yingjiao at the same table, and no one dared to touch Yingjiao's things.

As soon as Ying Jiao came back, the people surrounding Jing Ji dispersed immediately, and Jing Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"So busy..." Ying Jiao leaned over and said with a chuckle, "Little classmate, you did very well in the test, and it gave us a lot of pride in Class 7, congratulations."

"Thank you." Jing Ci smiled at him and accepted his kindness.

"Busy classmates, do you have time to tell me about "Pipa Xing" now? I don't quite understand some things."

When Jing Ji heard this, he glanced at Yingjiao in surprise. This was the first time Yingjiao took the initiative to study: "Of course there is."

He took out the Chinese books from the bookshelf, turned to the page of "Pipa Xing", line by line, and began to seriously tell Ying Jiao.

The young man's calm voice sounded in his ears. This time, Ying Jiao not only listened to the voice, but also remembered the content in his heart.

Meanwhile, that thread on the forum ushered in a new wave of replies.

[Nine hundred and eighty-eighth floor: When the book is used up, I will hate it less, and it will be over with one sentence! Guiding the way to the top of the second year science red list, there are surprises. 】

[Nine hundred and ninetieth floor: What can I say other than lying? ! God **** it! Feel like you are witnessing history! 】

[Thousand Floor: What's going on upstairs? What's wrong? Did the Sand Sculpture from Class 7 really rob Feng Dadou of the loudspeaker? ? ? 】

[Thousands and Seventh Floor: Brothers of the Thousandth Floor... Are you living in the Neolithic Age? The news is too late...]

[The 1012th Floor: The trough, the trough, the trough, the trough! ! Is Jing Ji's achievement true? ! Isn't it cheating? ? ? ! 】

[1013th Floor: Brother upstairs, please wake up? All are admitted to the provincial experiment, use your brain more. Is it possible to get such a result by cheating? ? 】

[1028th Floor: I came back from watching the Red List and took pictures to give back to the society. [picture]】

[One thousand and twenty-ninth floor: the trough! ! ! ! ! 】

[1030th Floor: Damn it! ! ! ! 】

[Floor 1031: I...I'm here to be civilized. I got a big fuck! ! ! 】

[1032nd Floor: F*ck**! It turns out that the sand sculptures have always been us, not the seventh class...]

Jing Ji used two points to make a perfect score, and fought a beautiful turnaround for the seventh class. Overwhelms the top students in the extraordinary class and the key class, and stands out from the crowd.

All the people who were sneering and sarcastic on the forum disappeared, and the people who said that the total score of Jing Ci could exceed 200% and live to eat Xiangxiang also disappeared, replaced by a sound of shock and admiration.

Jing Ci's past results, including the high school entrance examination results, were all found and posted on the forum.

Except for the high school entrance examination score, which has a few hundred points, all the other large and small exams are all zero points, which sets off the 748 this time is particularly shocking.

This wave of Tianxiu's actions made Jing Ji instantly become a famous provincial experimenter.

After he came out of the red list, there were countless people who wanted to meet him every day, intentionally or unintentionally, outside the seventh class.

The students in Class 7 are walking outside with their heads held high, especially proud, as if they were the ones who passed the exam first.

Even the principal and vice-principal were alarmed.

There are countless good high schools in Donghai Province. Although the comprehensive strength of the provincial experiment has always been ranked first, its position has become somewhat unstable in recent years.

Foreign languages ​​in the new district have sprung up in recent years, stealing many students from provincial experiments.

Last year, the admission rate for one foreign language study exceeded 85%, catching up with the provincial experiment.

Not only that, foreign language classes are also set up to train international students. With just this one hand, many wealthy parents have switched their children to foreign languages.

Now that a top student who can surpass the second place by 25 points suddenly appears, can the principal be unhappy?

The principal even had a talk with Mr. Liu for this purpose, and specially emphasized that he must pay attention to the mental health of the student Jing Ci, try his best to meet his needs, and report to the school in time if anything happens.

This child finally figured it out, but he must not be allowed to shrink back.

Mr. Liu has been very proud of the spring breeze these days. He feels that he is more than ten years younger, and he is full of energy in everything he does. Hearing the principal's words, he immediately understood.

However, there was one thing he couldn't figure out.

Teacher Liu hesitated for a while, but still said to the principal: "Jing Ci's test results this time, do you want to notify his parents?"

The principal already knew about Jing Ji's fabricated excuse, and he shook his head quickly when he heard the words: "Don't say no, don't act rashly. If you want to tell it, it's what Jing Ji told himself, and our school must not overtake it."

This bear kid dared to pretend even in the middle school entrance examination, and he really can't say for the college entrance examination.

At that time, what he lost was only one test paper, but what the school lost was a champion in science!

"Okay." Teacher Liu also felt that this was better, and nodded in agreement.

So, Jing Ci's grades were concealed like this.

"Fuck," Li Zhou, who was saluted again in the cafeteria, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Jing Ji, "I don't think I can eat with you in the future."

The feeling of being stared at wherever you go is really scary.

Jing Ji calmly put the plate on the dining table, and methodically picked up the spoon to eat: "It's better if they don't exist."

"I think so too!" Some people saw that Li Zhou's actions of eating chicken legs were a lot more gentle, and he lowered his head and whispered: "But it's really not good."

Jing Ji smiled: "Then let's eat quickly and go back after eating."

Li Zhou nodded hurriedly.

The two quickly ate lunch, and as soon as they walked out of the cafeteria, they met a group of Yingjiao who came out of the small shop.

Yingjiao hasn't done much trouble recently, and he's willing to learn. Jingci has become a lot cleaner.

"Have you finished your meal?" Ying Jiao came over and took two cups of milk tea from Zheng Que's hand, the one with the label on it was stuffed to Jing Ji, and the other one was given to Li Zhou.

Li Zhou was flattered and held the milk tea. Just as he was about to refuse, he was swept away by He Conge's eyes, and he immediately dared not speak.

Seeing Jing Ji wanted to refuse, Ying Jiao said before he spoke, "You don't want it, and I will be embarrassed to ask you to give me a topic in the future."

"It doesn't matter." Jing Ji said seriously: "As long as you have any questions, you can come to me at any time, you don't need these." After speaking, he stuffed the milk tea back into Yingjiao's hands.

Ying Jiao took advantage of the situation to hold Jing Ji's hand and said with a chuckle, "So good to me?"

Jing Ji smiled slightly unnaturally by him: "Everyone is a classmate..."

"Classmate?" Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and looked at the hands of the two of them, and said meaningfully: "So many people are watching, you and I are holding hands and pulling on the playground. I don't know, you thought we were..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jing Ji suddenly shook his hand away as if he was scalded.

Yingjiao raised the corner of his mouth, held his wrist, and put the milk tea in his hand again: "Take it."

In the back, Zheng Que looked at Ying Jiao, and then at his empty hand, with a confused expression: "Wait... It's true that Jing Ji's cup of milk tea was bought by Brother Jiao, but why do I think the milk tea in Li Zhou's hand is My... I even added an extra pearl on purpose, what's going on??"

He Conge patted his shoulder lovingly: "Plastic brotherhood, don't have milk tea. Don't think about it, go back and drink more hot water."

Several people walked to the classroom together.

Jing Ci is now in the limelight.

He's good-looking, coupled with the halo of a school tyrant and his arrogant actions, the ideal first love in the heart of a proper little girl.

From the cafeteria to the classroom alone, many girls deliberately passed in front of him, and some even walked several times.

Ying Jiao walked beside Jing Ji, and watched one after another staring at Jing Ji, her eyes glowing, her eyes were obsessed, and she was excited to rush over to hug him and kiss him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

He kicked a small stone beside him and dragged Jing Ji to his side.

Jing Ji looked at him inexplicably.

"The sun is too hot over there."

It turned out to be like this, Jing Ji suddenly, smiled gratefully at him, and moved to his side again.

After returning to the classroom, Ying Jiao opened the notes that Jing Ji had arranged for him as usual, as he did a few days ago.

His foundation is not good, and Jing Ji's notes are aimed at this, and the more detailed he is going to be.

Jing Ci has a good memory, solid knowledge, and is very knowledgeable. Sometimes I remember it, and I will write it down when I think of the things I learned in the first year of high school.

In this way, Yingjiao's notes grew thicker and thicker, and he learned more and more things.

Seeing that he started to read as soon as he returned to his seat, Jing Ji remembered that he just said that he didn't want milk tea, so he was embarrassed to ask himself a question, so he leaned over and took the initiative to say, "Is there any problem today?"

He was lying on the table, tilted his head slightly, and from the angle of winning arrogant, he just happened to see his lightly blinking eyelashes clearly.

Yingjiao's heart suddenly felt itchy and swollen, as if being slapped by something furry.

He turned around, took advantage of the opportunity to get the exercise book, and touched Jing Ji's eyelashes with his fingers as if unintentionally.

The most vulnerable part of his face was touched, Jing Ji closed his eyes subconsciously and leaned back.

"Did you meet your eyes?" Yingjiao turned around and asked in a fake manner. While Jing Ji still closed his eyes, he held up his face: "I'll take a look."

Boys are hot, and even if the weather turns cold these days, their palms are still warm. Sticking tightly to Jing Ji's skin made his cheeks heat up.

"It's okay..." Jing Ji turned his head and tried to dodge: "I didn't touch it." But his head was tightly fixed by Ying Jiao's hands, and he couldn't move at all.

"Hey... don't move." Ying Jiao smiled, but the expression on his face was very serious: "Is it a trivial thing to tell you to stop moving, touching your eyes? Let me see."

"It's really okay." Jing Ji just felt that something swayed in front of his eyes, all the movements were subconscious, Ying Jiao's movements were very light, and he didn't touch him at all.

Yingjiao didn't listen to him, he used his hand to lift his face slightly and leaned over.

He was so close that he was so close to Jing Ji that he could even feel his hot breath.

Jing Ji raised his eyes, and the moment his eyes met, his eyelashes trembled, and he hurriedly looked away.

seems to be affected by his performance