He Conge stood up expressionlessly and put the chair back in place: "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Peng Chengcheng lay down on his side without saying a word, and silently reached out to cover the exposed ear.

Zheng Que... Zheng Que stared blankly at Ying Jiao for a few seconds, then rubbed his face and sighed up to the sky: "I'm still too young..."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Ying Jiao glanced at them a few times: "Can I get this score without Jing Ji?"

He Conge always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while, and wrinkled his face and said: "That's right..."

Yingjiao kept turning his pen and sneered, "That's it."

"No!" He Conge finally found the logical loophole and retorted Ying Jiao proudly and loudly: "Fucking husband! What kind of husband are you!"

He rushed over to Yingjiao and rolled his eyes: "Ah, stinky shameless!"

Yingjiao didn't know what to think, squinted and smiled: "Don't worry, sooner or later, you will be a person on the household registration book."

On the playground, Jing Ji and Li Zhou came back from the toilet, and they heard someone talking about halfway through—

"Let's go, let's go, the red list is posted!"

"Wow! Then let's go and see!"

"Four minutes left for class, hurry up!"

………………

"Let's go take a look too!" Li Zhou's eyes lit up, he dragged Jing Ji and ran forward: "I was sparring with others on the forum this morning because of your score!"

Jing Ji stepped up to follow him, trying to calm him down: "The list has just been released, and there must be a lot of people watching, we shouldn't be able to squeeze in."

"How is that possible!" Li Zhou gasped and stopped outside the crowd of Wuyangyang, he lifted up his school uniform pants, rubbed his hands, his face full of confidence: "There is no such thing as me in this world. A place not to go in!"

He turned his head to look at Jing Ji: "Don't go in, wait for me outside. I'll help you see the results, and make sure you remember every point clearly."

Jing Ji looked at the crowd of people in front of him, and his heart moved: "It's okay, I want to see it too."

"Oh~" Li Zhou squeezed him forward while dragging a long tone and teased: "So you guys are just as nervous about your grades."

Jing Ji smiled and did not explain.

Li Zhou moved left and right, and finally found a gap near the right side of the red list, and immediately seized the opportunity to rush in.

With his light, Jing Ji also stood in front of the red list.

After confirming his ranking and score, he did not quit, but looked towards the lower right corner.

Jing Ji wanted to start looking for Yingjiao's name from the back, which would be easier. However, when he saw the last place on the red list, he was stunned.

519 Qiao Anyan: 199

Although Jing Ji could not remember how many points he scored and how many places he improved in each exam after Qiao Anyan's rebirth, he remembered that Qiao Anyan made rapid progress in his studies, and he would slap him in the face every time he took the exam, making him look down on him. The man dropped his jaw.

And now, from Qiao Anyan's rebirth to the present, two exams have been taken. But he was the last two times, what the **** is going on?

Did your own travel affect the progress of the entire book?

But this explanation doesn't make sense. Although he and Qiao Anyan are at odds with each other, there is no intersection between the two. What's more, the difference between the academic performance and the plot is not something he can influence.

So why is this so?

Jing Ji was analyzing in his head, and Li Zhou's loud voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Jing Ji! First! You are still the first!"

Li Zhou flushed with excitement, disregarding the people around him, and loudly reported the number to Jing Ci: "The total score is 747!"

When Li Zhou called out Jing Ji's name, the eyes of everyone around him suddenly swept over.

It's a pity that Li Zhou and Jing Ji are both nervous and have something in their hearts, but they didn't find out.

Li Zhou pushed aside the two people next to him and squeezed to Jing Ji's side: "How many points did you get in the last test? Isn't it 748? Wow, I've stepped back this time, 1 point less than before!"

The people around who are listening to their speech with their ears pricked up: "…………"

Damn it! ! Taking the 747 test is called a regression? !

Can they take off their shoes on the spot and gag the man's mouth with a sock? !

"Normal." Jing Ji came back to his senses and didn't think about Qiao Anyan's affairs any more. He replied to Li Zhou and started to look for Yingjiao's name again.

"Let's go, what are you doing?" Li Zhou was satisfied after seeing Jing Ci's score, and was trying to go back to the classroom to brush the forum. He called out, seeing Jing Ci still standing still, he asked suspiciously. .

"I'll take a look again." Jing Ji responded vaguely, speeding up his browsing.

Li Zhou thought he was worried about the people behind him, so he leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't worry, the second place Zhou Chao is 15 points behind you."

Jing Ji just wanted to say that he didn't care about this, but when he saw the next name, the corners of his lips curled up instantly.

480 Win Pride: 488.

Although the exam questions this time are simpler than the last time, it is quite remarkable to be able to increase the total score by 88 points in one month.

Li Zhou was still beside him, Jing Ji had already looked at what he wanted to see, and without further delay, followed him out of the crowd.

"Hurry, hurry!" Li Zhou took the lead and walked in front, with fast steps: "I don't dare to look at my phone in Lao Liu's next class. You just... Jing Ji? What's wrong with you?!"

Li Zhou looked at his instantly pale face, was stunned for a few seconds, and then walked back immediately: "What's wrong with you?"

There was a sharp pain in my mind, and even the temples were also twitching. Jing Ji's cold sweat leaked out instantly, and his ears were buzzing. It was not until Li Zhou asked for the third time that he could hear his words clearly.

"It's okay." Jing Ji gritted his teeth and held back the pain, trying his best to maintain the calm on his face.

He took a breath, looked around, and sure enough, he saw Qiao Anyan not far away.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Zhou asked with concern, "Do you need me to take you to the infirmary?"

Seeing Jingci didn't answer, he was so anxious that he followed his gaze: "What are you looking at? What the hell, Qiao Anyan? What kind of eyes did he look at you?"

Obliquely ahead of them, Qiao Anyan was staring at Jing Ji with a gloomy expression, his eyes almost as if he was going to eat him raw.

This time in the exam room, his golden finger failed again. Even if he tried his best to fill in all the papers, he still took the last exam.

If the first is any of the top students in the class he is familiar with, such as Zhou Chao, Jiang Chong and others, Qiao Anyan's psychology will not be out of balance to this point.

However, the first person to take the test was Jing Ci, who was once as degenerate as him.

Why can he say that he will get up when he gets up, but he is obviously reborn, but he has never been able to walk on the planned path.

the most important is……

Qiao Anyan clenched his fist tightly, Jing Ji stole Ying Jiao's attention, and some people on the forum even said that there was an ambiguity between the two of them.

That was the white moonlight that he could not ask for in two lifetimes, how could he be sullied by someone like Jing Ji.

It would be nice if there was no Jing Ji, if only Jing Ji was the same as before... The malice in Qiao Anyan's heart kept rising.

Jing Ji's headache seemed to explode, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Seeing this, Li Zhou immediately supported him: "If you don't have the next class, I'll take you to the school doctor's office."

Many people around are paying attention to Jing Ji secretly. Seeing that the situation is not right now, they don't care whether Jing Ji recognizes them or not, and they all gather around—

"What's the matter? Do you need our help?"

"Jing Ji, are you sick? Let me help you ask your head teacher for leave."

"What color is your face, don't go to class."

……………………

In this sentence after sentence of concern, Jing Ji's headache actually eased slowly.

Not an illusion.

Jing Ji felt it carefully, and it really didn't hurt that much.

He and Qiao Anyan are at odds with each other, and Qiao Anyan's targeting will give him a physiological headache. Will the genuine concern of others offset these pains?

Jing Ji's brain was spinning rapidly. Sure enough, he guessed right. His and Qiao Anyan's positions are opposite. Although the reason why he entered this book is still unknown, it is definitely not accidental!

"It's okay, I'm just a little low blood sugar." Jing Ji slowed down for a while and felt a lot more comfortable. He explained to the people around him and rejected their offer to send him to the school doctor's office. After thanking them sincerely, he and Li Zhou returned to the classroom together.

"Are you really okay?" Although he looked much better, Li Zhou was still a little worried. After hesitating for a while, pondering the words and phrases, he asked vaguely: "You... do you have any physical problems?"

In fact, what Li Zhou wanted to ask was whether he had any chronic disease. I was afraid that it would not sound good to say it, so I changed the way of saying it.

"It's okay, don't worry." Jing Ji pulled out the chair and sat down, raised his head and smiled at him: "It's really low blood sugar."

Li Zhou recalled that his pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead were indeed compatible with low blood sugar, and told him: "I will buy some chocolate or something in my pocket in the future. If it feels wrong, just eat more."

"Okay."

What else did Li Zhou want to say, when the class bell rang, he could only trot back to his seat.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Ying Jiao raised his hand and touched his forehead. He felt the cold sweat on his hand, and immediately frowned, "Is this hypoglycemia?"

Jing Ji's lips moved, but he still told the truth in the end: "My head hurts a bit, but it's much better."

"Have a headache again?" Ying Jiao grabbed a tissue and wiped it for him. He pushed his sweaty hair aside, rubbed his temples, and asked, "What's the pain, tell me about it."

Originally, there was still some pain in Jing Ji's head, but after Ying Jiao rubbed him a few times, the pain was gone.

So you didn't feel wrong last time?

For him, Yingjiao's touch is more useful than the care of those classmates.

Is it because Yingjiao is also one of the protagonists in this book, or is it something else?

"Speak." Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Ying Jiao became more worried, poked his face lightly, and asked again.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jing Ji raised his eyes and smiled at him, and threw the used tissue into the garbage bag hanging between the desks of the two.

"Really good?"

"real."

Ying Jiao carefully observed his face, until he was sure that he was really not lying, then he put down his hand.

But I wrote it down in my heart, and when I have time, I must take Jing Ji to do a full-body examination.

Mr. Liu was delayed by something, and the class bell rang for a minute before he came. Jing Ji put the math book neatly on the table, turned to Yingjiao and said, "By the way, I see your total score. Congratulations, you did well in the test."

Yingjiao involuntarily raised the corners of his lips, only feeling that for this sentence, his persistence this month was worth it.

"So you promised to go to the movies with me?"

Mr. Liu had already pushed the door and came in, but Jing Ji didn't speak, pursed his lips and nodded.

After school on Saturday night, Yingjiao quickly rode his bike home without even having dinner, so he went straight into the cloakroom and started picking out clothes.

With the goal of turning myself into a walking aphrodisiac, I try my best to curb myself.

However, the brands he liked and the clothes he liked were all like Cinderella who had lost her magical blessing that night. No matter how you looked at them, they felt that they were not perfect.

Ying Jiao changed one set after another in front of the mirror, took countless photos and sent them to the group, tossing He Porridge and several people one by one. It wasn't until after twelve o'clock in the evening that I chose a set that was more satisfactory.

However, as soon as he lay on the bed, he regretted it.

Wearing a school uniform can still be regarded as a couple's clothes for the time being. If he wears casual clothes tomorrow, and Jing Ji wears a school uniform, wouldn't it mean that the couple's edge will not be touched at all?

No, not in casual clothes!

So, within two seconds, Ying Jiao overturned the results of his tossing all night, and went to school in his school uniform the next day.

After school, looking at Jing Ji's school uniform, Ying Jiao couldn't help but praised his wit in his heart.

The two people picked was a movie theater not far from the school.

Because the provincial experimental students were on holiday on Sunday afternoon, the seats were basically full.

Yingjiao took a sip of Coke. On the surface, he was calm and calm. He seemed to be watching a movie seriously, but in fact he didn't know where he wanted to go.

It is said that two people watching a love movie together can easily bring them closer.

The atmosphere is in place, holding hands or even learning to kiss the male and female protagonists together, it can be done.

How about there is a word called movie theater play.

As long as the time is right, there is no mouth that cannot be kissed!

It's a pity that this isn't a ghost movie. If it was a ghost movie, it would be like the one in the TV series, and when Jing Ji was scared, he would be hugged into his arms and comforted. It can not only increase the physical contact between two people, but also show their boyfriend strength.

The more Yingjiao thought about it, the more eager he became. In the end, he couldn't hold back.

He stared at the big screen, just waiting for the opportunity to move once the male and female protagonists became intimate.

Sometimes, however, the facts are always far from the expectations.

It was the first time I watched a movie with Jing Ji, and I didn't hold hands or kiss as I imagined.

Yingjiao's perfect idea ended with the brick that cannon fodder slapped on the male protagonist's head.

With a bang, blood flew across the screen. Ying Jiao's face was pale, his head was dizzy, and he plunged into Jing Ji's arms.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: don't ask, ask suicide again.

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