Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji slowly turned around, his waist subconsciously straightened.

"I..." He pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "I want to look at the blackboard from a different perspective."

"Ha?" He Cong heard the words, and the expression on his face became even weirder. He looked at Jing Ji in disbelief: "You... look at the blackboard? What kind of joke of the century is this, you look at the blackboard?! Hahahaha."

Zheng Que followed with a smile: "No, Jing Ji, what kind of ecstasy soup have you been poured into by Lao Liu? Don't talk about your hair cut, and look at the blackboard. You won't tell me next, you want to study hard, right? Hahahahaha…”

Zheng Que's smile disappeared under Jing Ji's calm eyes.

"Fuck," Zheng Que rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, his voice subconsciously raised a lot: "Are you really playing?"

Jing Ji gave a perfunctory hum.

Without a trace, he observed the eyes of his classmates around him, trying to get some clues.

"Old Liu..." He Conge caressed the protruding fat on his stomach, and sighed sincerely: "Being an experiment teacher in our province is really an underachiever. If this is going to be a pyramid scheme, what else is there to do..."

Jing Ji took a math book from the table and said casually, "I think this position is good. When is the next seat change in our class?"

He Conge grinned and laughed: "You don't know this, but study hard. Our class changes seats every two weeks." It's...it's the end of October."

Pushing Zheng Que, "Old Zheng, I'm right."

"Don't touch me." Zheng Que just re-formed a group game, and was pushed by He Congee so much that he almost quit, he avoided He Congee's hand cursingly, and took time to look up at Jing Ji: "What are you doing? This position is just across the aisle from your seat, what's the difference?"

Jing Ci paved the way for a long time, waiting for this sentence.

Hearing this, he immediately turned his head, and sure enough, he saw an empty seat in the third-to-last row in the north of the middle row.

This should be the original seat, yes.

He was not in a hurry to go back, fearing that something might be noticed, he lowered his head and started flipping through the math book in his hand.

The owner of this seat and the original body are also estimated to be half a catty. The books one month after the start of school are still new with the smell of ink. It was clean and there was not a word on it.

Jing Ci first browsed the catalogue, which was completely different from his original textbook. The difficulty has increased a lot, and there are many contents that are only involved in the third year of high school.

The same is true for Chinese. Not only are there a lot of texts that need to be recited, but there are even more textbooks that are required.

As for the rationale, it is even more difficult. There is a chapter in physics that Jing Ji had never touched before.

As expected of Shuangwen of the Xueba class, in order to highlight the strength of the protagonist, reasonable and unreasonable things have been added.

But for Jing Ji, this is not a problem at all.

He's not the type to study hard, and he's not just studying to change his destiny. New knowledge, especially new knowledge of science, has a fatal attraction to him.

If it weren't for the accidental situation of sitting in the wrong seat, he would have already started to absorb new knowledge by now.

Jing Ji put down the book in his hand, tidy up the messy desktop, and calmly returned to his place.

"Fuck," Jing Ji's series of operations made He Congee almost doubt his life. He glanced back, Zheng Que was playing games at a high level, and he probably didn't know his mother standing in front of him at the moment. I had to turn back and touch Peng Chengcheng: "Lao Peng, don't sleep, let's talk a few words?"

Peng Chengcheng looked at him, then glanced back.

Although he didn't say a word, He Conge tacitly understood what he meant: "Don't be rude, Lao Peng. If you dare to call Brother Jiao up, I will dare to come over and chat."

Peng Chengcheng: "…"

Peng Chengcheng: "What are you talking about?"

He Conge still felt unreal, he whispered: "What Jing Ji just said is true? Why do I not believe it so much."

Peng Chengcheng rubbed his eyes and said with little interest, "I'll see in two days."

"I heard that Lao Liu called him to the office to train for an afternoon today," He Cong glanced at Jing Ji's back, pointed to his head, and said quietly, "It's probably stimulated here, it's not normal. ."

Peng Chengcheng was extremely cold: "It's none of our business."

"That's right, he's fine like this, at least he won't pester Brother Jiao anymore." He Conge smacked his lips: "I can't stand seeing his boneless appearance."

He said, smiled to himself, stretched out his hand and gestured for the position in the back three rows: "Unexpectedly, there is a person to study in our VIP entertainment area, hahaha..."

Ying Jiao stared at He Conge and Zheng Que, the two fools, being a little bit tricked. His mouth was like a machine gun. See.

He rubbed his eyebrows, stretched out and kicked He Congee's stool: "Change your position."

Ying Jiao and Zheng Que were at the same table, in the last row in the middle row; He Congee and Peng Chengcheng were in the penultimate row in the middle row, and further ahead was Jing Ji's seat.

"Why?" He Conge looked blank.

"Just change it if you want, why is there so much nonsense." Ying Jiao stood up impatiently, dragged He Conge to the back, and sat behind Jing Ji himself.

"Why is each one abnormal tonight." He Conge muttered, and sat down in confusion.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, he clicked it and saw that Yingjiao sent him a red envelope.

He Cong smiled and gave Yingjiao a look of anger: "Oh, as expected of my arrogant brother, it's just the atmosphere. It's just a change of seat, what red envelopes are given, you're polite."

Ying Jiao glanced at him with pity: "Take some walnuts to replenish your brain."

He Congee: "…"

Ying Jiao put his elbows on his chin, leaned slightly and looked forward, Jing Ji was flipping the books in the hole in the table.

Jing Ji has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and most of all he sees things that have to be neat. The original table hole was not only messy, but also extremely dirty. I don't know how long the snacks have been scattered all over the place. When I touch the scum, some of them have green hairs.

Jing Ji endured the discomfort all over his body, found a rag under the chair, wiped the seat from the inside out, and didn't let go of the corners.

It wasn't until the old stains were cleaned up, and the table top was about to sparkle, that I washed the rag, folded it neatly, and started to pack the textbooks.

There is a blue plastic bookshelf on the original table. The installation is so-so, the bottom is uneven, and it wobbles when touched.

Jing Ji looked upset, so he simply disassembled the bookshelf and reassembled it, placing it upright in the upper left corner of the table. Then the textbooks are inserted into the bookshelf locally in the order of subjects and sizes.

His roommate, Li Zhou, had a panoramic view of his movements, endured and endured, and came over and touched Jing Ji's forehead.

Jing Ji frowned and looked at him puzzled.

Li Zhou murmured: "I don't have a fever..."

He looked at Jing Ji in disbelief: "You, are you crazy?"

"what?"

"Just..." Li Zhou even said with a gesture: "Just as you said, study hard, this is too unlike your style."

Jing Ji looked at the desktop with one mind and was in a good mood. He glanced at Li Zhou and asked, "What style do I have? Isn't the main task of students studying?"

Li Zhou shivered abruptly from what he said, turned his head in a trance, and didn't regain his senses for a long time.

While packing up the textbooks just now, Jing Ji paid special attention and found that although the original body was an out-and-out scumbag, he really bought a lot of workbooks.

The basic "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and "Complete Interpretation of Textbooks for Middle School Students" will not be mentioned. There are also many tutorial books that he has never heard of. It is estimated that the teachers in the provincial experiment forced them to buy them.

The original body is particularly bachelor, and he didn't write a word, which happened to be cheap.

Jing Ji already has a study plan at this time. He listens to the class for a few days, observes the teaching progress of the provincial experimental teacher, and then simply sorts out the knowledge points of each subject to check for any omissions and fill in the gaps.

Everything was arranged clearly, Jing Ji opened the mathematics "Five Three", calmed down after brushing a few parabolic problems, and pulled out the original mobile phone from the hole in the table.

Jing Ji remembered that the original family was described in the novel, saying that after his parents divorced, they formed their own families. He has a half-brother and a half-sister.

Hara lives with his father, but usually does not go to school, but applies for accommodation.

But since he's all dressed in the novel, who knows if there are any changes in other places, it's better to verify it.

Jing Ji tried to unlock it with his fingerprint, clicked on the chat software, followed the chat box on the left, and looked down a little bit.

The original body does not have any close friends, and the only person who chats more is Li Zhou, who is at the same table. Jing Ji looked up and found that Li Zhou was still the original roommate.

After writing down the key information in the chat record, Jing Ji continued to look down, skipping a few unnutritious conversations, and found the conversation record between Yuan Shi and his parents.

As written in the novel, Yuan Shi and his parents are not close. What Jing Ji saw was not so much a chat record, but a transfer record.

There was almost no daily communication, Jing Ji just flipped up and down at will, and the time showed that it was a year ago.

Putting down the phone, Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

This is good news for him. If the original body and his parents are very close, no matter how careful he is, he will reveal his secrets. According to the current situation, even if he has changed a lot, it will be a long time before the original parents realize it.

And adolescent boys are suddenly stimulated to work hard and stop falling.

"Hey, Jing Ji." Li Zhou didn't know when he came over again, he looked at the phone in Jing Ji's hand teasingly, "Don't you want to study hard, why did you start looking at the phone again? Come on, who are we? Who, tell me the truth, is this your new plan for chasing Yingjiao?"

Behind him, Yingjiao's ears perked up quietly.

Jing Ci put away the phone, opened "Complete Interpretation of Textbooks for Middle School Students", and denied it calmly: "No."

Li Zhou: "You tell me, I promise not to tell others."

Jing Ji was helpless: "I really don't."

"I don't believe it." Li Zhou took the book from his hand and chased after him step by step: "Unless you like someone else and change your goals."

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Li Zhou's mind. He widened his eyes, as if he had discovered a new continent, and held on to Jing Ji: "Yeah, you're empathetic, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, it must be so!"

"Who? Who is that person? Do I know him?"

"Is it really good at studying? Is it a super long class?"

"What's your name? Tell me! Tell me!"

Li Zhou believed his judgment very much, no matter how Jing Ji denied it, he firmly believed that Jing Ji's sudden change was for that person.

Jing Ji couldn't help being entangled by him, and couldn't wait to brush the question. Yu Guang saw the cover of "Quan Xie" on the desktop, and said casually, "Xue Jinxing."

Behind him, Ying Jiao's eyes flashed, and his eyelids drooped slightly.

The author has something to say: I, Ying Jiao, even if I am single forever and fly a plane for the rest of my life, I will never date Jing Ji!

later--

day fuck! Who is Xue Jinxing? !

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