Chapter Thirty Three

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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Thirty Three"

weight="142062"

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

mode = "manual"

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The consequence of being too busy was that Jing Ci, who was ashamed and angry, was driven out of the dormitory without mercy.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Ying Jiao smiled helplessly, took out his mobile phone to open WeChat, typed, and went back to his dormitory.

After half a minute, Jing Ci's cell phone rang. He looked down, and Yingjiao sent him two messages over

[Arrogance]: Important things should be said three times.

[Pride]: Congratulations to the first place in the exam, it's really amazing.

Jing Ci looked away from the screen and did not reply, but a smile came out in his eyes.

In the 303 dormitory, Ying Jiao was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and staring at Jing Ci's WeChat profile picture for a while, then smiled and took out a workbook from under his pillow.

Even if Jing Ci didn't want to share his emotions, it would be nice to be able to be happy with him like this.

The next day, the students in Class 7 received bad news early in the morning.

Teacher Liu stood on the podium and announced with a serious face: "After the month-end vacation, we will have a monthly exam. This time, our school will give the question itself."

He frowned and looked at the blurred-eyed and yawning students in the audience, raising his voice and said, "Everyone is fighting! Mathematics, physics and chemistry can't assault, but what about Chinese? Let me recite everything that should be recitation! I tell you! This Whoever fills in the blanks for the next poem..."

Teacher Liu slapped the desk and said viciously: "Look at how I clean up you!"

After that, he patrolled the class and beat a few students who wanted to sleep on the table, and then he walked out of the classroom unhurriedly.

Jing Ci didn't care about taking exams or not, but the end of the month was about to be on holiday, and the thought of going home made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He stared at the desktop in a daze, and couldn't help thinking, it would be great if he was allowed to stay at school during the month-end holidays.

"Damn, take another exam." After confirming that Teacher Liu really left, Zheng Que carefully took out his mobile phone from his sleeve and mumbled and complained, "How do I feel that I just passed the exam yesterday."

He Conge wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said listlessly, "Old Zheng, calm down, students, exams are not our daily routine."

Zheng Que was trembling with disgust, and said in disgust: "Oh...can you speak well?"

He Chow sighed, pointing to the front and said: "Let’s learn from Brother Jiao. You see, Brother Jiao calmly, calmly even took out a copy of "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-year Simulation"."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que suddenly showed a difficult expression on his face, he stood up and glanced forward. Seeing that Ying Jiao touched Peng Jingci's arm, he seemed to be asking him a question.

Jing Ci glanced at the pages of the book, and soon picked up his pen and whispered to him.

Zheng Que looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He dragged He porridge: "Hey, do you think he is listening to the question, or is it to look at people?"

Hearing the words, Peng Chengcheng glanced forward and summed it up concisely: "Both."

He Cong hadn't noticed before. When Zheng Que said so, he suddenly leaned in: "He can't hide it?" He Cong's expression on his face was toothache: "No, just the look in his eyes at Jing Ci is personal Can you see his thoughts?"

Peng Chengcheng still hit the nail on the head: "Jing Ci can't tell."

He Cong immediately smirked and laughed: "Yes, Ren Jingci doesn't want to talk to him at all now, he deserves it!"

Before, Jing Ci finished talking about a topic, put down his pen and asked Ying Jiao: "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Yingjiao took back the exercise book and said with a chuckle: "Thank you, little classmate."

Jing Ci shook his head, picked up his pen and continued to do Mathematical Olympiad.

Ying Jiao Po Tian Huangdi didn't tease him any more, and found out the knowledge points involved in the question just now, and then proceeded to do it.

When first started learning, Yingjiao did not really sit still. But after clenching his teeth for a month, he found that it was not as difficult as he had imagined.

the most important is……

Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci with a corner.

He seemed to have encountered a problem, and the nib hesitated several times without falling. After pondering for nearly a minute, the frowned brows slowly loosened, and the answer was smoothly written on the paper.

Ying Jiao retracted his gaze and closed his eyes. He still doesn't want to remember the day when his midterm exam scores came down.

The day before, he had just realized that he was in love with Jing Ci, and then, reality hit him hard.

Prior to this, Yingjiao had never had any idea about his own results.

He was born to win at the starting line. The things his mother left him allowed him to do nothing for the rest of his life, and he would not be short of money.

But when he and Jing Ci's results were compared, Ying Jiao suddenly felt unable to lift his head.

It was too embarrassing, it was really too embarrassing.

When he fell out with his father, Yingjiao had no regrets.

When the winner moved out, Yingjiao had no regrets.

Even when Teacher Liu took pains to speak out his previous results and regretted persuading him in front of him, winning the arrogance did not regret it.

Dudu regretted it when he saw the full marks of Jingci.

If he had known fortunately to meet such a person, he should have worked harder for the future.

However, the time that has passed is no longer chasing, and he can only grasp the moment.

Ying Jiao let out a breath, calmed down for a moment, lowered his head and concentrated on continuing to do the problem.

Although received the bad news about the exam, the students in Class 7 got used to it and wailed for a while, and then left the matter behind.

After eating at noon, a group of people had nothing to do, joking together in twos and threes, and standing in the corridor could hear the movement in the classroom.

Jing Ci didn't have time to spare. After finishing correcting the comprehensive paper that Yingjiao did yesterday, he listed all the important points lost before ringing the bell.

After doing all this, he put down his pen and looked up at the drinking fountain.

The green light happens to be on, which means that the hot water is ready. Jing Ci waited for two minutes. Seeing no girl came to pick up the hot water, he walked to the front with the cup.

Jing Ci uses a heat-resistant glass, but it does not have a handle. It will be hot if you hold it with hot water. So he took some cold water first, and then poured hot water into it.

It has always been raining these days, the weather is cold and cold, and there is no heating in the classroom. Jing Ci wanted to use a cup to warm his hands, so he deliberately took in more hot water.

It's still a bit hot when you take it, but it's not intolerable. Jing Ci carefully held the cup and walked quickly to his seat.

Just as he was about to turn, a boy who was fighting in the aisle suddenly retreated, and his raised right hand was heavily pressed on Jing Ci's chin.

Jing Ci shook his body, and most of the water spilled out.

"Ah," the boy turned around and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to someone behind."

Jing Ci shook his head: "It's okay."

He lowered his head and looked at the boy's back: "The water spilled on you. Didn't it get hot?"

The boy stretched out his hand and touched it, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it doesn't feel at all."

Jing Ci smiled at him, passed by him, and sat in his seat.

He put the water glass on the table and rubbed his chin.

The boy just didn't have any strength at all, Jing Ci's chin is still numb now.

He pursed his lips and moved his cheeks. Just as he wanted to feel it carefully, he suddenly stretched out a hand next to him.

Ying Jiao held the back of his head with one hand, raised his head slightly, pinched his chin with one hand, and frowned, "Don't move, let me see."

"It's okay." Jing Ci said indifferently: "It'll be fine later."

Ying Jiao sneered, and gently rubbed his right hand on his chin: "Doesn't it hurt?" After a pause, he looked at him: "To be honest."

Jing Ci gasped in a low voice, "It hurts a bit."

Jing Ci's skin was white, and he hit very hard this time, the red mark on his chin looked shocking. Ying Jiao's brows became tighter and he kept moving, humming and saying: "Pain is pain, what does it mean to be a little pain?"

Yingjiao has forgotten where he heard someone say that the bones on his chin are very fragile and can easily be injured. He leaned over to take a closer look, and said uneasy: "Why is it so red? Don't worry, brother will take you to the hospital for a look?"

"No," Jing Ci was amused by him, "it doesn't hurt much anymore."

"Really?" Ying Jiao stared at him suspiciously. It was true that this little classmate had too many criminal convictions. He carried everything on his own, holding nothing in his heart, making him unable to believe his words.

"Really." Jing Ci shook his head lightly, avoided his hand, and moved his chin.

The fierceness that Ying Jiao said was actually very gentle. Jing Ci was kneaded by him for a while, except for a slight fever on his chin, but there was no pain at all.

Ying Jiao carefully looked at his expression and made sure that he hadn't lied, so he let go of his heart.

Ying Jiao turned around, took a moment out of God, and took out the phone from his pocket.

Jing Ci Yu Guang took a look at his movements, hesitated for a moment, or whispered: "It's almost taking an exam, are you still looking at your phone?"

Ying Jiao chuckles: "No, there is something really wrong, give me two minutes?"

"Two minutes?"

"Well," Ying Jiao said with a smile while typing, "When did you think I played on my mobile phone recently?"

Jing Ci thought about it, and agreed.

At the same time, the news of Yingjiao was sent to the small group with He congee——

[Pride]: Organize a class party during the holiday at the end of the month.

[He family, your uncle]:? ? ? what?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: There are no holidays, right? Christmas is still one month away.

[Peng Chengcheng]: What kind of party?

[Arrogance]: On Friday night, eat first before going to karaoke.

[He family, your uncle]: No, you have to tell us, what is the reason you want to have this party, right?

Yingjiao's fingers paused, smiled, and typed——

[Arrogance]: Are you sure you want to listen? Forget the ghost cry and wolf howl want to find someone it's time?

[Hejia, your uncle]:...

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:...

【Peng Chengcheng】:……

[He Family Your Uncle]: No, Brother Jiao, let me be honest with you, don't be too much... Jing Ci is still under adulthood.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Exactly! What do you want to do with Jingci? I tell you! None of us agree!

[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother Jiao, take your time.

Ying Jiao snorted, didn't explain much to them, only raised his hand and sent a few messages——

[Arrogance]: Does it need you to agree?

[Pride]: Send out the news later, remember to pull Jing Ci into the group.

After speaking, Yingjiao didn't wait for a reply, and threw the phone directly into the table hole.

Jing Ci looked at the time, and exactly two minutes passed.

Yingjiao turned his head to look at him and chuckled, "Isn't it overtime? When did Brother listen to you?"

Jing Ci's lips curled up, and he was a little happy.

Ying Jiao looked at some of the smiles on his face, his heart soft and unreasonable.

Seeing Jing Ci at the end of last month, he was standing blankly at the door of the bookstore carrying a bag of books, looking like he didn't know where to go.

Although Yingjiao didn't ask much, he knew in his heart that he must be upset with Jing's family.

I can turn temper into such a prosperous remark that can't go home, can imagine how much did over there.

If others were to say that Ying Jiao remembered what happened in the toilet, Jing Ci's character was forced to explode to a certain extent, and the level of danger was close to a nuclear bomb.

But the other party is the blood relative of this body, and his blood relationship is destined to be inherently weak.

Yingjiao couldn't know that Jing Ci would be wronged, so he was still watching.

Ying Jiao knew in his heart that if he invited Jing Ci to play alone, or lived in his own home, even if Jing Ci didn't want to go home, he couldn't agree.

Then set up a small party, so many people together, he will never feel awkward.

After dinner, Jing Ci took out his phone and took a look, and unexpectedly found that he had been pulled into the class's WeChat group.

There is a message from all members of Aite in the group.

He clicked and took a look at

[Hejia, your uncle]: @All members have a dinner at Yueweixuan on Friday night, go to karaoke in the evening, hit 1 if you go, don’t send other messages, it’s convenient for statistics.

1 in the bottom row.

Jing Ci immediately made a 1 and sent it up.

Seeing He Congee's reply ok, his face finally showed a little smile, and finally there was a place to go, so he didn't need to go home.

Beside, Ying Jiao Yu Guang caught his smile, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

The author has something to say: a small theater, win arrogance: once abandoned oneself, did not care about the future, do not care about the future, now only want to work hard for him once.