Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

"Why is it so slow!" Mr. Liu frowned and turned around twice. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Zhao Feng next to him suddenly hugged the computer and stood up.

"Come out?!" Teacher Liu's eyes lit up, and the moment he lost his phone, he ran over.

Zhao Feng's face was almost attached to the computer screen, his fingers were shaking, and he murmured unconsciously: "I'm not mistaken... I'm not mistaken..."

"Let me see!" The screen was blocked by him, Mr. Liu couldn't see anything, and he was anxiously turning around. In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, and he dragged Zhao Feng to the side and leaned on it himself.

In the short form, Mr. Liu swept the name of Jing Ci at a glance, and the Donghai Province that followed was particularly eye-catching.

"It's really in!" Teacher Liu clenched his fists and slammed the desk hard. He grinned almost to the bottom of his ears and laughed: "Go in! Go in!"

The teachers in the office immediately surrounded him.

"Really? My God!"

"That's right! It's in!"

"Great, so great."

Before that, no one thought that Jing Ji would be able to break into the second round. After all, it was the national reserve team. Just looking at the word "country" in front of him, you can see how difficult it is.

But Jing Ji did it, giving them such a big surprise without saying a word, and giving Donghai Province a name on the national reserve team for the first time.

Zhao Feng's eyes were red. He had been leading the math competition class, but his results were not satisfactory. Now that Jing Ci has entered the national reserve team, it has a different meaning not only to the school, Donghai Province, but also to him personally.

Even if no one can surpass this achievement in the future, even if the school will no longer hold competition classes in the future, he can still confidently tell others that he once brought out a member of the national reserve team.

Teacher Liu understood his mood, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing.

"Old Liu, let's go, let's go to class." Teacher Wang, who teaches chemistry, has a class in Class 8 this time. After he was excited for a while, he immediately realized that it was time to go to the classroom. When he walked to the door, he looked back and saw Liu The teacher was still standing dumbfounded, and couldn't help calling him.

"Oh, yes, class." Teacher Liu patted his forehead, grabbed the book on the table, and walked out.

"Isn't it happy?" Teacher Wang looked at Teacher Liu mockingly.

"That's it." Mr. Liu wiped his face, the old man with the corners of his lips upturned, but his tone was very unpleasant: "I expected Jing Ci to be very good, isn't this result a matter of course?"

Teacher Wong:"……"

Teacher Wang stopped and looked kindly at Teacher Liu who was walking further and further: "Old Liu."

"Huh?" Teacher Liu turned back and wondered, "Why don't you leave?"

Teacher Wang: "You are going in the opposite direction."

Teacher Liu:"……"

Not only did the experiment save, but the outside world was also fried because of Jing Ci's achievements. Many people couldn't believe that a player from Donghai Province without any professional training actually entered the national reserve team.

After looking at the list again and again, I finally accepted this fact after confirming that I really read it correctly.

[Probably some people really can't see it with ordinary eyes, I don't understand the world of genius. 】

[I understand, this player named Jing Ci is a math Olympian major, and his sideline is face slap. 】

[If I were from Donghai Province, I would be able to offer this person up, I have nothing to say, and I will give him a piece of bullshit. 】

[My face is swollen, but I don't know why, but there is a strange excitement, and I suddenly start looking forward to the national team selection in March...]

[Upstairs +1, continue to pay attention to Jing Jizhong, and wait for his final round of selection to see where he can go. 】

Every year, the number one winner of the college entrance examination will be widely reported, not to mention the unprecedented achievement of Jing Ci. Even though Father Jing didn't pay attention to the selection of the training team, he got the news that day.

He stared blankly at the news posted on the web page, thinking of the child who would be happy for a long time when he was complimented casually by himself, for the first time in his heart, he felt genuine regret.

If... I could treat him well in the first place, what would it be like now?

Jing Ji learned that he passed the first round of selection, and it was Wang Qiong who told him.

At that time, he was listening intently to the speeches of the guests at the closing ceremony, but his hand suddenly hurt. He turned his head and saw that Wang Qiong was clenching his arm tightly, and shouted in a suppressed voice: "Enter! We are both in the second round!"

He handed the phone to Jing Ji, and his neck turned red with excitement: "Look! Look!"

Jing Ji quickly glanced at the screen, and sure enough, he saw his name on the list.

Really got in!

Jing Ji's heart beat faster, and the corners of his eyes and brows were instantly stained with a smile, but he was calmly suppressed by him. He returned the phone to Wang Qiong, took out his phone, and wanted to send a message to Yingjiao, but at the same time he saw Yingjiao's WeChat——

[Pride]: Congratulations on entering the national reserve team, proud of you.

He already knows, has he been paying attention?

Jing Ji clicked on the input box and immediately wanted to reply to him. But suddenly seeing the time on the phone, he forced himself to calm down again.

It's class time now, and he can't let Yingjiao get distracted.

It was difficult for the closing ceremony to end in an hour and a half. After all, it happened to be between classes. Jing Ji immediately called Ying Jiao, and the phone was picked up immediately.

"Congratulations to Jingshen," Yingjiao's laughing voice came from the microphone: "Break another record."

Jing Ji's face turned red, a little embarrassed, but more of it was to share the joy of his mood with his lover. He held the phone and whispered, "You, you wait for me to come back."

The smile in Yingjiao's eyes slowly overflowed. He pushed Zheng Que, who came to eavesdrop, away, got up and walked aside: "When is the train?"

Jing Ji subconsciously wanted to tell the train number, but when he thought about the last time he quietly went to pick him up at the station, he was afraid that he would delay the class this time, so he didn't tell the truth: "At six o'clock in the afternoon, I can arrive at the station more than nine o'clock in the evening."

Yingjiao frowned slightly: "So late?"

"Well." Jing Ji racked his brains to think of an excuse: "A few of our familiar friends are going to get together."

This is really no problem, Yingjiao didn't think much, nodded: "Okay, then you have fun, let me know when you get in the car."

"Okay."

Yingjiao's class was about to begin, so Jing Ji didn't talk to him much, urging him to hang up the phone and go back to the dormitory to start packing.

He was actually on the train at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and he had just enough time to go to the train station after having lunch later.

Wang Qiong had already packed up before him. He almost couldn't wait to leave this place, and kept urging Jing Ji: "Hurry up, hurry up, we are both on the train around two o'clock, otherwise it will be too late."

Jing Ji looked at his urgent look, but helplessly, he could only speed up his actions.

The two didn't go out to eat, they ate a hasty meal in the cafeteria, and then set off for the train station. After making an appointment to meet in March, we will go home by car.

Jing Ji was actually very tired, with high-intensity mental exhaustion for half a month, plus another three-hour train ride. As soon as he got home, he wanted to fall asleep on the bed, but he really wanted to win arrogance, so he forcibly resisted the exhaustion and went back to school at dinner time.

At this time, Yingjiao had just eaten and was walking into the classroom.

"I won't be with you this Sunday afternoon," Zheng Que said as he walked away, "Qian Yuan promised to go out to the movies with me."

Qian Yuan was the girl Zheng Que had been chasing for months.

"You say, is she interested in me?"

Interested in watching a movie? What a dream.

He Conge rolled his eyes at him, ignoring him.

Yingjiao sneered: "I still have half a bottle of balsamic oil, and I will paint you sober later..."

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared straight ahead, his footsteps involuntarily stopped.

There, Jing Ji was staring at him with wide eyes, a look of surprise on his face.

"Brother Jiao, what's up with you... Hey? Brother Ci, you're back!" He Conge ran up to Jing Ji and said with a smile, "It's a coincidence that we met in front of the teaching building."

"Isn't the cowardly fat?" Ying Jiao crossed He Congee, pushed Jing Ji on the pillar, resisted the urge to hug him and kiss him, and squeezed his earlobe with a chuckle: "Liar to me?"

Almost the moment he saw Jing Ji, Ying Jiao reacted.

There was no dinner at all, but Jing Ji said it deliberately because he was afraid that he would pick him up and delay his studies.

Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled, but did not speak. Just looked up at him, his eyes sparkling.

Yingjiao's heart softened into a ball in an instant. If he hadn't been worried about the people coming and going in front of the building, he would have rubbed this little liar into his arms long ago, and his legs were weak with panting.

He restrained the turbulent emotions in his heart and rubbed Jing Ji's hair twice: "Are you tired?"

"nor."

Yingjiao laughed: "I'm so thin, I'm still stubborn."

He took Jing Ji's shoulders: "Let's go, don't stand here, go back to the classroom."

Jing Ji nodded and entered the door with him.

Just two steps away, Zheng Que suddenly reminded him: "Brother Ci, your shoelaces are open."

Jing Ji lowered his head, and sure enough, the shoelace of his left foot was loosened. He walked to the corner and was about to tie it up, but Yingjiao squatted down one step ahead of him.

"Stand up well," he stretched out his slender fingers, hooked the loose shoelaces, and said while tying: "It's not good to squat in so many clothes."

After being with Jing Ji for a long time, many places in Yingjiao have quietly changed, at least the shoelaces are much more beautiful than before.

"Is this okay?" After he tied it, he didn't get up, but raised his eyes and looked at Jing Ji with a smile: "Is it symmetrical?"

"Hey," He Cong glanced at Jing Ji's profile, and said strangely, "Brother Jiao, my shoelaces are also open."

Zheng Que joined in the fun: "I am also me."

Jing Ji's face was red with teasing, but his heart was warm. He stretched out his hand to pull Yingjiao: "Symmetrical, get up."

"That's good." Ying Jiao ignored He Conge and the others, stood up with his strength, and went upstairs shoulder to shoulder with him.

Neither of them noticed that, diagonally behind, Qiao Anyan was looking in their direction with a twisted face, and his eyes were so red that blood was almost dripping.

Ying Jiao... The person who tried his best, but not only could not get close, but also made him feel bad, he would take the initiative to tie Jing Ji's shoelaces.

Why are all the good things being spread by Jing Ji?

Obviously, he should be the one who gathers great luck.

Qiao Anyan clenched his fists tightly, almost unable to suppress the evil thoughts in his heart——

If only they couldn't be together, if only they broke up.

So from this day on, the luck of the protagonist in Qiao Anyan disappeared completely, and could no longer affect Jing Ji.

It was also from this day that Jing Ji discovered that he became very uncomfortable with Yingjiao. Even when Yingjiao touched him, he began to feel pain.