Chapter Seventeen

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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Seventeen"

weight="142003"

series = ["Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend"]

mode = "manual"

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Jingci was the last one in the whole year. After entering the classroom, Yingjiao didn't even need to look at the location map on the blackboard, and walked towards the last position in the north row. As expected, Jingci's name and student ID were posted on it.

Yingjiao put his schoolbag on the table for him, watched him take the stationery out one by one, and said: "I'm taking an exam in Class 21, and I have something to call me."

Jing Ci thanked him for his kindness and nodded in agreement.

Seeing him sitting upright in his position, Ying Jiao put a smile on his eyes. He pulled the chair beside him and sat down next to Jing Ci. Although he knew that he was not afraid, he still told: "Don't worry about Li Shi and the others, the exam will be over, don't think about it."

Jing Ci smiled at him for the first time: "I won't."

"That's good." Seeing him bending his lips, he was in a good mood to win the pride: "Little classmate, come on, Old Liu will count on you to raise your eyebrows once."

The seventh class was ridiculed on the forum these days, and everyone hoped that Jing Ci could help them fight for their breath.

Yesterday, Ying Jiao even saw Zheng Que's fool, holding the Jade Guanyin on his neck, praying for Jingci.

The same is true for the other students in Class 7. If it weren't for Yingjiao to stop people, they would even be able to give Jingci a pair of red socks.

Although Yingjiao doesn't know the specific results of this little pervert, based on observations these days, the top three hundred should be a breeze.

Jing Ci, who has been fighting for the reputation of the seventh class, nodded heavily: "I will work hard."

Jing Ci likes the small group of Class 7 very much.

Although the students in Class 7 love to play and do not like to learn, even every self-study class is like herding sheep. But he was very measured, and he didn't do whatever he wanted in the school by relying on the power of the family.

Not only that, Class 7 is the most united class Jing Ci has ever seen.

His previous class was a key class for the grade, and the relationship between his classmates was very weak. Apart from studying all day long, the embankment was overtaken by the people around him.

It's not like Class 7 at all, with a strong sense of collective honor.

After the post on the forum spread in the class, and then the self-study class, a vacuum zone appeared around Jingci.

Those who liked to play poker stopped playing poker, and the chatter closed their mouths. Everyone spontaneously didn't bother him to make room for him to learn.

"Okay, don't stress." Yingjiao stood up and chuckled: "Just do what you did before, I'm leaving."

Jing Ci nodded, and after watching him leave, he lowered his head and began to silently recite the text in his heart.

The first examination was Chinese, and the last examination room was the invigilator of the first class teacher Zhang Jing.

When all the students in the examination room arrived, Zhang Jing held a stack of test papers, stepped on high heels, and walked in with another male teacher.

She stood on the podium, glanced condescendingly at the students below, and introduced herself: "I am a class teacher, this time I will proctor everyone."

She paused, a staid face full of sternness: "I’m not like other teachers, who would close one eye to the poor student. In my examination room, as long as I was caught cheating, I would never Will be merciless!"

She stretched out two fingers and spit in her mouth. As she counted the papers, she sternly said: "The grades copied are all false, and the reasons for the poor study are mostly found on her! Copy it?"

"Clean up everything that has nothing to do with the exam, don't have bad grades and bad morals!"

After speaking, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall and sent the numbered papers one by one.

"Damn." Before Jing Ci was Zheng Que, he handed the last paper to Jing Ci, cursing: "The old witch dare to say that we have bad morals? Who really cheated? Bitch."

Zhang Jing's ears were so good that she looked at them when she heard the movement.

Jing Ci hissed at Zheng Que and motioned him not to speak and take the exam.

Zheng Que's lips moved, but after all he held it back.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ci went through it first.

The basic knowledge is very simple, the reading questions are not difficult, and the final composition is a material composition.

He picked up the pen and quickly filled out the basic questions while conceiving the composition in his head.

Just finished writing the correct pronunciation in front, and a sound of high heels came from far and near.

Then, Jing Ci's paper was suddenly opened with one hand. Fortunately, he responded quickly and stopped writing in a timely manner, otherwise half of the paper would be ruined.

Jing Ci frowned and raised his head.

Zhang Jing glanced at the name on his desktop, stretched out his hand to extract the draft of the Jingci under the test paper, and looked through it page by page, for fear of what he wrote in it.

Jing Ci pursed his lips slightly, and said lightly: "Teacher, please return my notebook to me."

Zhang Jing paused with her hand and looked down at him.

"I still have to do the question." Jing Ci stared at her without evasiveness: "If you suspect that there is something in the book, take it away, and find me some extra stuff."

All the candidates in the class looked at him, their eyes gleaming with liveliness.

Zhang Jing sneered and threw the draft back on his desk with a snap. He glanced at Jing Ci lightly, turned around and left.

She is devilish, and she is too affected by the post on the forum.

For a student like Jing Ci, even if he was asked to open the exam, he couldn't find the answer.

Touching Zhang Jing's contemptuous eyes, Jing Ci was not angry, nor did he feel looked down upon.

He picked up the pen again, put the draft back in place calmly, and continued to answer the questions.

There is no need to care about anything with her, wait for the results to come out, just use the scores to talk.

Jing Ci's mood was not affected at all. When there were forty-five minutes before the end of the exam, he finished answering the papers, checked the papers and found that there was no problem, then handed in the papers and left the examination room.

He went directly to a cafeteria, because he came out early, and there was no one in the cafeteria at the moment.

After Jing Ci finished his meal, he bumped into Li Zhou who had just come in.

When Li Zhou saw him, he almost broke the meal card in his hand. He held Jing Ci's shoulder in horror and looked up and down nervously: "Why did you come out so early? The paper was torn, or did you meet Li Shi? "

Jing Ci couldn't laugh or cry, broke away from his hand, and motioned for him to start cooking.

Li Zhou ordered a few dishes indiscriminately, and sat across from Jing Ci with the dinner plate: "What's the matter? You don't say that I am not at ease."

"It's okay," Jing Ci looked at him amusedly, and took a sip of rice: "After the answer, I will hand in the paper."

Li Zhou confirmed incredulously: "Is it finished? Are all the questions available?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt unreliable: "You really didn't turn in a blank paper this time?"

"No," Jing Ci swallowed the rice in his mouth and stuffed the spoon into Li Zhou's hand: "Hurry up and eat. I have answered all the questions. If there is no accident, I will definitely be in the top three hundred."

Li Zhou was relieved and heaved a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death."

After the two had eaten, they went straight back to the classroom.

Because of the exam, the tables in Class 7 were all moved apart, even if they were at the same table and at the front and back, the distance between each other was quite far.

There were people standing around Jing Ci's seat. As soon as he entered the door, the students from Class 7 hulled around like a bird returning home.

The study committee member is a pretty girl named Chen Miaomiao. She squeezed everyone away with great strength and seized the most advantageous position around Jing Ci, and asked excitedly: "How is it? How is your exam?"

Chen Miaomiao is usually very attentive to learning, but Xu Shi didn't find the right way, and she always couldn't improve her grades.

During this period of time, she came to Jing Ci and asked many questions, and she has successfully transformed into Jing Ci's fan girl.

Jing Ci recalled the test paper and smiled: "It's good, it's okay to enter the top three hundred."

"Ah ah ah ah!" Chen Miaomiao excitedly held Jing Ci's hand and shook it desperately: "Jing Ci! We rely on you in Class 7! Don't fight for steamed buns, you must come on!"

As soon as Ying Jiao entered the door, he saw this picture, and the smile on the corner of his mouth went down.

He congee and Zheng Que in the back looked at each other, and their hearts were lifted.

Yingjiao usually has a good temper and usually doesn't get angry easily. But once the fire broke out, it was called a smash of heaven and earth, and no one could hold it.

He congee swallowed dryly, looking for words without words, trying to divert Ying Jiao's attention: "Then what... Brother Jiao, where shall we go to play during the end of the month?"

He tremblingly grabbed Ying Jiao's arm and forced a smile: "How about going all night in 1982? It just so happens that Lao Zheng's birthday is coming soon, so I passed it to him in advance."

Ying Jiao calmly looked at the hands that Jing Ci and Chen Miaomiao were shaking. After a long while, he snorted, pushed He porridge away, and walked straight over.

As soon as he came over, the classmates who were chatting around Jing Ci suddenly quieted down. There was a boom in the next second, as if birds and beasts fled back to their seat.

Only Chen Miaomiao was overwhelmed with excitement, and still silly holding Jing Ci's hand before he could react.

Ying Jiao looked at her calmly, with a faint expression: "You are so excited for the math test in the afternoon. It seems that you can pass this time."

Yingjiao is vicious, and specifically pokes at other people's pain points.

Chen Miaomiao's mathematics is a big problem. He has never passed it. It is useless no matter how many teachers are invited to make up classes.

Chen Miaomiao's smile disappeared instantly. She gave Ying Jiao a fierce look, let go of Jing Ci, and ran away angrily.

From now on, Jing Ci is her only male god!

This vicious and cruel person was expelled from the male god by her!

Angrily ran away Chen Miaomiao, Ying Jiao turned to Jing Ci, held his wrist, and pulled him to his side with a cold face.

"What are you doing?" Jing Ci struggled subconsciously before he could react, "Let go of me."

Ying Jiao sneered: "The laughter is so sweet...Is it so happy to be held by a girl?"

Jing Ci's cheeks were slightly red, and he raised his eyes to retort him: "I don't have one, don't talk nonsense."

Yingjiao ignored him.

He raised the hand that Chen Miaomiao had held, and put it on his face blankly. Looking at Jing Ci's eyes, slowly and very hard, he squeezed his fingers one by one between his fingers, clasping his fingers.

"You..." Jing Ci shook the hands of the two clasped together, shy and angry: "Let go of me..."

Ying Jiao sneered, and glanced in Chen Miaomiao's direction brutally: "What? She can hold it, but I can't?"

Jing Ci was anxious: "It's not..."

"Then what are you moving?" Ying Jiao raised a long leg, hooked a stool and sat next to Jing Ci, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Be honest."

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