Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

After graduating with a master's degree, Mr. Liu entered the provincial experiment. I have brought a lot of classes over the years, and I am no stranger to this kind of thing.

Before each exam, the top few in the class are surrounded by other students. Either touch your head, touch your hands, or rub a pen or an eraser, euphemistically speaking, you will be smack in the air, and seek good luck in the next exam.

It will be the first monthly exam of this semester, so there is absolutely no problem with the argument of winning arrogance.

The mood suddenly went up and down, Mr. Liu took a moment to relax, and his face became much better.

He glared at Yingjiao: "Why can't you fit in the classroom? You came here on purpose!"

"Isn't this going to eat?" Ying Jiao picked up the salt-baked pigeon on the windowsill and handed it to Teacher Liu: "Would you like a piece?"

"Take it!" Mr. Liu looked around on the food box and waved his hand: "Take up the garbage after eating, don't make it all over the corridor."

"I know." Ying Jiao agreed, took a piece of pigeon meat without hesitation, and stuffed it into Jing Ji's mouth in front of him.

A series of actions are done like running water together, and there is no sense of guilty conscience.

Teacher Liu looked at him and then at Jingci, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: There shouldn't be any problem with being so frank.

He must be sensitive, isn't he just interlocking his fingers, there are many boys in the class touching each other's thighs and stacking Arhats. What is this trivial matter, not to mention that the relationship between Yingjiao and Jingji is still so good.

It was all Qiao Anyan from Class 11, who led him astray.

Teacher Liu felt a little relieved, and his voice couldn't help but calm down: "Hurry up, eat well and go back to self-study. What kind of spirit is there to learn? It's just right to do a few more questions when you have time."

"clear."

"Jing Ci." Teacher Liu turned to Jing Ci again and instructed: "You are going to participate in the second round of trials next month. If you have any difficulties, just tell the teacher and don't hold back."

Jing Ji had no expression on his face, but his ears were a little red, and he nodded. It may be because there is meat in his mouth, and his voice is a little vague: "Thank you, teacher."

Teacher Liu glanced at the two of them, said nothing, and walked forward.

For some reason, while walking, Teacher Liu suddenly felt that something was wrong. He thought about it carefully, but couldn't remember it, shook his head and put this strange thought behind him, and stepped into the class.

In the corner, Jing Ji let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, unable to hold back, he leaned against the wall behind.

Yingjiao laughed and asked him to spit out the bones in his mouth: "Afraid?"

Jing Ji nodded, thought about it, and shook his head again.

Yingjiao moved in his heart and asked him softly, "If I didn't interrupt just now, what did you want to say?"

"Just... just say that I want to be nice to you." Jing Ji tilted his head slightly, his cheeks were a little red, he whispered: "The school still expects me to go further in the competition, and it won't do anything to me. .if……"

He pursed his lips, with a look of determination on his face: "If they fire you, then I'll go with you too."

"Aren't you afraid of others talking about you behind your back?" Ying Jiao knew Jing Ji and knew that he was the least willing to expose his privacy in front of others. He supported the wall with one hand and looked down at him: "You are so well-known now, if it spreads out, people who don't know you will mix in and say the last sentence. And those keyboard warriors on the Internet will not let you go."

"It doesn't matter." Jing Ji raised his eyes to meet his eyes, and said seriously: "I don't want to watch or listen, and it's good to talk about me, so they won't pay attention to you."

"Stupid or not," Yingjiao's heart was soft and outrageous, seeing his eyes becoming more and more gentle: "With me here, it's your turn to come forward?"

Jing Ji smiled embarrassedly and didn't answer.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Brother."

"Um?"

"Then are you afraid?"

Ying Jiao smiled: "I can't wait to hold the horn and stand under the flag to announce our relationship, do you think I'm afraid?" He returned the chopsticks to Jing Ji: "Hurry up, it's too cold in the corridor, so save your money. frozen."

"Okay."

After encountering this scene, Teacher Liu paid special attention to Ying Jiao and Jing Ji. After observing the two of them for a long time in a row, and seeing that they have no intimate behavior at all, I really feel relieved.

It seems that he really thinks too much. Teacher Liu withdraws his eyes, announces the end of get out of class, and leaves the door with the book in his hand.

With the monthly exam approaching, Class 7's recess is not as joyous as it used to be, and sighs can be heard everywhere.

This holiday everyone is playing wild, and the homework is rushed out two days before the school starts. The results of the future exams can be imagined.

When people are guilty of fear, they will try to find a spiritual sustenance.

As a result, Jing Ji became popular, and almost the entire class wanted to get close to him.

Although Jing Ji has a cold face on a daily basis, he is actually very good-natured. Except for the head, no one is allowed to touch it, and the rest are basically responsive.

"Are the people in our class lining up, holding a number plate influenced by the **** of learning?" He Conge looked in the direction of Jing Ci and sighed: "My brother Ci is about to become a mascot."

Zheng Que laughed, he belongs to the one who gave up completely. Not to mention that the grades are blessed by the gods of learning, and even if they are consecrated by the Buddha, they will not get better.

"Actually, it's pretty good, and you can also pull girls for free..." Before he could finish a sentence, Ying Jiao, who was beside him, suddenly had a cold face, stood up, and went straight to Jing Ji.

Zheng Que was silent for a moment, looked at He Congee, and then uttered two words gloatingly: "I'm jealous."

In front, Wu Weicheng stretched out his hand happily, just as he was about to shake Jing Ji, his body was suddenly swayed by a strong force.

He turned his head in dissatisfaction, and met Yingjiao's cold eyes. Wu Weicheng shrank his head and stammered to say hello: "Pride, arrogant brother."

Yingjiao looked at a few people one by one with no expression, until he saw them all covered in hair, and then said lightly: "Want to take a test?"

Several people nodded.

Yingjiao snorted: "Nine years of duty will teach you feudal superstitions, right?"

Jing Ji has been the focus of the classmates these days. Coupled with the series of actions of Yingjiao, they suddenly became the focus of the whole class.

There was silence in the classroom, and everyone secretly aimed in this direction.

The school tyrant suddenly looked like this... Could it be that he wanted to hit someone? But no one bothered him just now.

Yingjiao didn't hit anyone, he put one hand in his pocket and stood beside Jingci: "Then you see me walking so close to Jingci every day, should I be immediately recommended by Peking University and scrambled by Tsinghua?"

Wu Weicheng and several people shrank their shoulders, wanting to cry without tears, they just wanted to seek psychological comfort.

"Don't come to him again," Ying Jiao leaned on Jing Ji's desk and looked around the class with cold eyes, as if he was saying to Wu Weicheng and the others, but also to everyone: "Otherwise... don't you believe this? I'll ask Zheng Que to hold the pens you use for the exam one by one."

Who doesn't know about Zheng Que's poor score?

This threat level is comparable to a nuclear bomb, not only Wu Weicheng and the others, but the entire seventh class instantly dispelled the idea of ​​​​re-learning the spirit of God.

Although I don't know why the school tyrants forbid them to look for Jing Ji, but it doesn't matter if they can't ask for good omen, at least they have to avoid bad omen!

Looking at the backs of Wu Weicheng and the others fleeing in a hurry, Ying Jiao gritted his teeth gently: "Get used to them."

He can't even touch it now, these people are welcome.

Jing Ji's face was hot, and he explained to Ying Jiao in a low voice: "They have no other meaning."

"That won't work either." Ying Jiao snorted and lowered his eyes, "You can give anything like stationery, it's not enough for me to buy it for you. They are not allowed to hold their hands, do you hear?"

Jing Ji was willing to let him take care of it, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

Yingjiao's warning was very useful, and since then, no one came to Jingjing. Li Zhou, who knew the inside story at the same table, almost didn't draw a three-eighth line between the two.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was time for the monthly exam.

In the first exam room, Zhou Chao looked at Jing Ci with a complicated expression: "Brother Ci, you have been recommended, what exam are you taking?"

Jing Ji took the pencil case out of his schoolbag and placed it on the table meticulously: "I come to class every day, and I must have an exam."

"You..." Zhou Chao sighed in the sky: "Compared to you, I'm just a scumbag."

He suddenly slapped the table, stood up, and stared at Jing Ci with piercing eyes: "Seriously, Brother Ci, now I have one wish."

Jing Ji wondered: "What?"

Zhou Chao: "I want to be the first in the test, so you can say if you can fulfill me?"

Jing Ji smiled at him and said nothing.

Although I don't know if the usual exams are useful, he will never miss the slightest chance, not to mention that he will get a scholarship if he passes the exam.

Zhou Chao understood, he sat down numbly, put up a scroll of scratch paper in front of his eyes, and left a sentence: "You exam madman." He never wanted to talk to Jing Ji again.

This time, the exam was done by the provincial experiment, and the difficulty was higher as usual, but it was no different for Jing Ci. He has a solid foundation and went to high school twice. Knowledge seems to be engraved in the brain, even if it has not been systematically learned for several months, the answers are still as calm and smooth as before.

After checking the last English reading question, Jing Ci didn't sit and wait, and went to the cafeteria ahead of time.

After he had eaten, the bell for the end of the exam rang.

The cafeteria suddenly became lively, and on the contrary, it was the teaching building. The corridor was empty, not even a person could be found.

Jing Ji walked all the way to the seventh class, and just reached out his hand to push the door, but when he looked up, he saw Ying Jiao who was walking out.

Has he finished eating or hasn't he gone?

Jing Ji exerted force on his hands and wanted to go in and ask him, but the door did not open.

Jing Ji was stunned, then increased his strength, but still did not push away.

He raised his eyes to meet Yingjiao's smiling eyes, and understood that Yingjiao did it on purpose.

Jing Ji called him suspiciously: "Brother?"

Ying Jiao raised his lips and did not speak. He looked at Jing Ji, reached out and clicked on the small glass window on the door, holding back, "If you say something nice, I will let you in."

In the past few days, although the two of them contacted him less painfully, Yingjiao still avoided him as before. No matter what he said, don't touch him.

Jing Ji thought that he couldn't think well, if it wasn't because of his personality that he couldn't do it, he would have rushed over and knocked him down.

Ying Jiao saw that he didn't react with his eyes down, thinking that he was worried about someone else in the classroom. Just as he was about to tell him that he was the only one in it at the moment, he saw Jing Ji suddenly stretched out a finger and gently pressed it against his fingertips through the glass window.

Then, as if taking advantage of something, he rolled his eyes and smiled contentedly.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Teacher Liu: Fart, my two students are innocent and frank.

Yingjiao: Well, Tantan Dandan.