Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The fourth quarter of class 7 was a chemistry class. Teacher Wang had just been talking on stage for 20 minutes when there was a knock on the classroom door. Teacher Wang turned around and saw that it was Teacher Liu.

He put down the book and asked suspiciously, "Old Liu, what's the matter with you?"

"Sorry, find a student." Mr. Liu stood at the door, nodded to Mr. Wang, and then said with a dark face: "Yingjiao, come out for me!"

Yingjiao put down his pen, frowned impatiently, and walked out in a hurry under the watchful eyes of the whole class.

"What's the matter with you?" As soon as the door was closed, Mr. Liu couldn't hold back his fire. He patted the window sill in the corridor and roared, "What's the matter with you running to Class 11?! Where did Qiao Anyan offend you? Is it worth it to be so ruthless?!"

Ying Jiao said casually, "It doesn't look good to him."

Teacher Liu was so angry that he fell to his knees and said with a sneer: "If you don't like him, you will hit someone? Can others hit you if you don't like you?!"

"Okay," Ying Jiao smiled indifferently: "If you can beat it, come here."

"You..." Mr. Liu almost spit out a mouthful of old blood from the choking, and he took a deep breath before continuing: "Okay, what's wrong with you? You two..."

Thinking of the love letter that Qiao Anyan sent Yingjiao to, Teacher Liu paused and said embarrassedly, "He... is he pestering you again?"

"No." Yingjiao laughed: "I didn't think he was too disgusting. I was afraid that he would be scolded, so I stunned him first."

Teacher Liu:"……"

Teacher Liu angrily slapped him: "Speak to me!"

"It's okay." Ying Jiao looked down at his right hand, and said lightly, "I will pay for the damage, he can live in the VIP ward three hundred and sixty-five days a year."

Teacher Liu frowned and looked Yingjiao up and down.

Yingjiao is not an unreasonable student. In fact, he is quite at ease with Yingjiao.

The student spoke out of tune, but he was very measured in his heart.

Since entering the school, although he has caused a lot of troubles, they are all innocuous, except for the time when he hit the teacher for a reason.

This was the first time he had done something to an ordinary student for no reason.

Mr. Liu didn't think it was all right, but Yingjiao didn't want to say, he couldn't ask at all.

call a parent? That's a lifetime of not wanting to know why.

Teacher Liu has a headache: "Can't you give the teacher an accurate word? Why?"

Yingjiao still said that: "I really don't like him."

Teacher Liu was extremely angry and stopped talking nonsense to him: "Okay! Then you go back and write a review for me! Eight hundred... no! Write me fifteen thousand this time! If you can't write it, rewrite it until it is finished. until!"

"Okay." Yingjiao answered simply, seeing Mr. Liu's face hesitant to say anything, he asked, "Are you still doing anything?"

"You..." Mr. Liu sighed and thought about the words in his heart before saying, "I think you have worked hard during this time, don't ruin your future for a little thing."

Teacher Liu is really worried, and it is hard to see that Yingjiao has made progress. What if this is because of a Qiao Anyan and then return to the original shape?

"Don't worry." Ying Jiao chuckled, "I won't."

He also has to accompany his classmates to the best university.

"It's better." Teacher Liu gave him a warning look, and without saying more, let him go back to the classroom.

Jing Ji didn't know what was going on at the school. After the opening ceremony in the morning was over, and after watching the examination room again, he and Zhou Chao followed Zhao Feng to the free exchange meeting in the afternoon.

All major schools have made roll-up banners for publicity, and they are placed in rows in the conference hall, which looks very exciting.

"If only my grades were better," Zhou Chao looked at the contestants who had communicated with several college teachers, and said with envy: "They are also booked by famous schools, right?"

Jing Ji found a place to sit down, took out a pen and paper, and said the truth: "You can get into these schools even if you don't have to participate in the competition."

Zhou Chao was immediately happy when he heard the words: "Brother Ci, I love hearing what you said, hahahaha."

He sat down next to Jing Ci and asked him, "Brother Ci, which school do you want to go to?"

Jing Ji did not hesitate at all, and said directly: "Peking University."

"Peking University?" Zhou Chao was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it Tsinghua?"

Many people in the provincial experimental mathematics competition class aimed at Tsinghua University. He thought that the same was true for Jing Ci, but he did not expect Jing Ci to mention Peking University.

Jing Ji shook his head.

"What about the major?"

"math."

"You really like mathematics," Zhou Chao sighed: "Unlike me, I just want to use mathematics as a stepping stone, and then go to Tsinghua University of Materials Science."

After Zhou Chao finished speaking, he was happy: "Do you think I've used up the original partner and dumped the original partner to find Bai Yueguang's Phoenix man?"

Jing Ji was amused by his metaphor, not to mention, it was quite similar.

"But..." Zhou Chao glanced at the pen and paper in his hand with some doubts: "You have already determined the school and major, what notes are you taking?"

Jing Ji smiled and said nothing.

He can't use it, but Yingjiao can. He doesn't know which school or major he wants to go to, but it's always right to write down everything he hears. It's better to know it yourself than hearsay.

Jing Ji and Zhou Chao just listened to it for a while when Zhao Feng brought a few people over: "Come on, let me introduce you, this is the teacher and contestant from Jiang Province."

Jiang Province, like Donghai Province, is a weak province in competition, and there will never be more than three players in the finals every year.

Jing Ji and Zhou Chao got up and said hello.

"Old Zhao, you guys have a good year." The teacher from Jiang Province, surnamed Li, is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a plump appearance and a good temper: "Twice as many as last year, hahahaha. "

He pointed to the two students behind him, and said to Jing Ji and Zhou Chao, "This is a contestant from our province."

"you do not say."

After a few people got to know each other, Zhao Feng pushed Jing Ji forward a little and said happily: "Jing Ji is the highest score in this year's competition in our province, 226."

When publicizing the results on the official website, it will only write a series of information such as the name of the school and the awards, and will not publish the scores together. Therefore, this is the first time Teacher Li has heard about Jing Ci's results.

He glanced at Jing Ji in surprise: "This classmate is very good, it seems that the national training team can also look forward to it."

What Zhao Feng was waiting for was his words. Hearing the words, his mouth was grinning to his ears, but he still pretended to be modest: "Where is it, we will talk about it when the results come out, hahaha."

The conference hall is so big, there are so many people, there is no free space at all, and everyone is huddled together.

Coincidentally, there were several people from provinces with good competition results standing next to Zhao Feng.

One is Xihe Province and the other is Beidou Province.

Although the results of these two provinces are not top-notch, one or two players can enter the national training team every year.

Hearing the conversation between Zhao Feng and Teacher Li, a group of people looked over, surprised by their brazenness.

Who does not know the achievements of Donghai Province and Jiang Province in the whole country, Wannian's crane tail has never been a player from the national training team. It would be fine if it were really a remote province where educational resources could not keep up, but neither of these two provinces.

Using the A roll, the results are not as good as the provinces that use the B roll. Where does the confidence come from looking forward to the national training team.

A proud and arrogant leader teacher couldn't help whispering to the people next to him: "Is Donghai Province stimulated by this?"

Another teacher did a lot of homework in advance, and even knew about Jing Ji, and replied: "The highest score in their province this year is 226."

The first teacher was stunned for a moment, and then said: "No wonder. This result is quite good, but unfortunately it is in Donghai Province. It is estimated that there is no experience in the national training team. It is too difficult to be shortlisted."

The other teacher nodded in agreement: "No, the leader of the East China Sea Province has no idea."

The two teachers are very popular. When communicating with others, they accidentally revealed this as a joke.

One by one, it has become in the end: the leader of the Donghai Province said that players from their province will definitely join the national training team this year.

Not only the contestants, but even the reporters accompanying them knew about it.

"They have never played a training team player, so their obsession has become a devil?"

"Probably...it's pretty pitiful to think about."

"Not necessarily. Didn't the guy named Jing Ci get 226?"

"What's wrong with 226? Putting those few strong provinces aside will be able to make it to the provincial level. It's just that no one in Donghai Province has ever taken such a high test, so I think this score is stable."

"I was laughed at by people in Donghai Province, but that Jingji is really powerful, so I can take the 226 test."

"Don't laugh at Donghai Province, it is estimated that it is also severely suppressed. This time I finally got a 226. It is normal to be happy. I will be taught by the results in a few days."

For more serious things like this, most of the news written is the same, and there is nothing particularly eye-catching.

The reporters originally thought that this year they could only repost last year's press release, but they didn't expect such a surprise. I was secretly holding back my big move, and I planned to rely on Donghai Province to earn clicks this year.

Zhao Feng never imagined that he just didn't hold back his stammer for a while, and he ended up with such a result.

He blushed and had a thick neck: "When did I say that? These people are so full that they have nothing to do!"

Zhao Feng was also unlucky.

No matter what the occasion, gossip will always spread the most violent and fastest.

In the past, he didn't pay attention, and even listened to funny things, he would be happy, but this year he became a gossip and it was different.

Zhao Feng regretted that, for fear of causing any psychological pressure to Jing Ji. I wanted to come and talk to him, but I was worried that there was nothing to do, but when I said this, Jing Ji was nervous.

I didn't sleep well all night.

But Jing Ci, the protagonist of the gossip, did not pay any attention to the rumors of the outside world. What should he do, even when Zhou Chao was nervous and ran out to call his mother, he was still in the mood to send WeChat to Yingjiao and concerned about his learning progress.

Jing Ji was not sure whether he could join the training team, but he never cared about other people's opinions.

Being able to get in is a manifestation of your previous learning results, and failing to get in shows that your hard work is not enough.

The mood is very stable.

Yingjiao has endured not to contact Jingji all day, not because he didn't want to, but because the exam was imminent, he was afraid of disturbing Jingji, but it was different when Jingji took the initiative to send him a message.

Thinking that WeChat chat was slow, Yingjiao called directly: "Have you been free?"

"Well." Jing Ji leaned against the head of the bed, and his expressionless face instantly softened.

"Does it start at eight tomorrow morning?"

Jing Ji nodded: "The exam time for two days is from 8:00 to 12:30." He paused and added in a low voice: "After the test... I will go back after the test."

Zhao Feng just told them that after the test the day after tomorrow morning, they would check out and leave, instead of waiting for the results to come out.

Yingjiao's heart moved: "You miss me?"

Jing Ji's cheeks were a little hot, his eyelashes trembled, and he changed the subject bluntly: "Have you finished the physical exam?"

If this were normal, Yingjiao had a hundred ways to force him to say that word. But tomorrow was the exam, and he didn't want Jing Ci to be distracted.

Ying Jiao chuckled and followed him: "Don't worry, I can't fail to complete the task you assigned."

He glanced at the time and asked Jing Ji, "When will you go to bed tonight?"

"Eleven o'clock."

Ying Jiao couldn't help laughing, it really is Jing Ji's style, even if tomorrow is an important exam, obsessive-compulsive disorder must go to bed at a fixed time.

He threw the wet towel in his hand aside, lifted the quilt and went to bed: "Me too, let's sleep together? Are you in bed now?"

It was a normal conversation, but when Yingjiao asked him, he felt inexplicably ashamed.

Jing Ji lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, and hummed almost imperceptibly.

"I'm in bed too." Ying Jiao sighed into the microphone: "Unfortunately it's not a bed."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, his heartbeat was a little fast, just as he was about to say something, Zhou Chao opened the door and came in.

"Brother Ci, you... ah, you're on the phone, I'm sorry." Zhou Chao made an apologetic gesture at him and jumped onto the bed.

"Zhou Chao is back?" Yingjiao still had a few words in his heart, but he restrained: "Go to sleep, come on tomorrow, I'll wait for you to come back."

"Good night."

That night, Jing Ji slept well.

The next morning, I got up and entered the examination room full of energy.

At the same time, at the end of the first self-study session, Ying Jiao went directly to Class 11 to pull Qiao Anyan out, and he was familiar with his back neck.

So, after a full four and a half hours of the exam, Jing Ji's thoughts were clear, his mind was clear, he didn't even have a headache, and he finished his paper smoothly.