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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Eighty Nine"

weight="142295"

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

mode = "manual"

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After Mr. Liu graduated with a master's degree, he entered the provincial experiment. I have brought many classes over the years, so 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 a piece of eraser, which is called a domineering spirit, and seek good luck in the next exam.

It will be the first monthly exam in this semester soon, and there is no problem with the idea of ​​"Winning Pride".

There was a sudden ups and downs in the mood, Teacher Liu eased for a while, and his face looked much better.

He glared at Ying Jiao: "Why can't I hold you in the classroom? He came here on purpose!"

"Isn't this for food?" Yingjiao picked up the salt-baked pigeon on the windowsill and handed it to Teacher Liu: "Are you here?"

"Take it!" Teacher Liu turned his gaze on the food box and waved his hand: "After eating, clean up the rubbish, don't make it all over the corridor."

"I know." Yingjiao agreed, and without shyness, he picked up a piece of pigeon meat and stuffed it into Jing Ci's mouth in front of him.

A series of actions are done like the clouds and flowing water, without any sense of guilty conscience.

Teacher Liu looked at him, then looked at Jing Ci, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: So frank and magnanimous, there should be no problem.

I must be sensitive. Isn't it just fingers interlocking? There are so many boys in the class that they touch each other's thighs and stack arhats. What a trivial matter, not to mention the relationship between Yingjiao and Jing Ci is so good.

Qiao Anyan from Class 11 has misled himself.

Teacher Liu's heart loosened slightly, and her voice couldn't help but eased: "Hurry up, eat and go back to study. Why do you feel the spirit of learning? It is the right thing to do a few more questions at that time."

"clear."

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

There was no expression on Jing Ci's face, but his ears were a little red. He nodded. It may be because there is meat in the mouth, and the voice is a little vague: "Thank you, teacher."

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

Somehow, as walked along, Teacher Liu suddenly felt that something was wrong. He thought about it, but couldn't remember it, shook his head and put this strange idea behind him, and stepped into the class.

In the corner, Jing Ci breathed a long sigh of relief. Finally unable to stretch, he leaned against the wall behind.

Winning arrogant laughter, let him spit out the bones in his mouth: "Are you afraid?"

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

Ying Jiao moved in his heart and asked him softly, "If I didn't interrupt just now, what would you like to say?"

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

He pursed his lips, with a touch of determination on his face: "If they fire you, then I will go with you."

"Aren't you afraid of others talking about you behind your back?" Ying Jiao understood Jing Ci, knowing that he was the least willing to expose his own sex in front of others. He supported the wall with one hand and looked down at him: "You are so well-known right now. If you pass it out, people you don't know will be mixed with the last sentence. And those keyboard guys on the Internet will not let you go."

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

"Is it stupid," Ying Jiao felt soft and unreasonable, watching his eyes become more and more gentle: "With me, it's your turn to get ahead?"

Jing Ci smiled embarrassedly, but did not answer.

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

"Um?"

"Then are you scared?"

Ying Jiao smiled: "I really want to stand under the national flag holding a horn to announce our relationship. Do you think I'm afraid?" He returned his chopsticks to Jing Ci: "Hurry up, it's too cold in the corridor, save it. It's frozen."

"good."

After seeing this scene, Teacher Liu paid special attention to Ying Jiao and Jing Ci. After observing the two for a long time, and seeing that they were not intimate at all, really felt relieved.

It seemed that I was thinking too much. Teacher Liu retracted his gaze, announced the end of class, and went out with a book in between.

As the monthly exam approaches, the breaks in Class 7 are not as happy as before, and sighs can be heard everywhere.

Everyone was playing wild this holiday, and the homework was rushed out two days before the start of school. The results of the future exams can be imagined.

When people are guilty and afraid, they will find a way to find spiritual sustenance.

As a result, Jing Ci became hot, and almost the entire class wanted to join him.

Although Jing Ci always has a cold face, he actually has a very good temper. Except for a little bit of the head, no one is allowed to touch it, and everything else is basically responsive.

"Is this my class standing in line, holding a number plate that has been nurtured by the gods of learning?" He congee looked at Jing Ci's direction and exclaimed, "My brother Ci is about to become a mascot."

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

"Actually, it's pretty good. You can still pull girls for free..." Before he could finish his sentence, Ying Jiao, who was beside him, suddenly got cold face, stood up, and went straight to Jing Ci.

Zheng Que was silent for an instant, and he looked at He Zhou, then gloated out two words: "Jealous."

In front, Wu Weicheng stretched out his hand happily, just about to hold Jing Ci, his body was suddenly skewed by a strong force.

He turned his head unhappy, and met Ying Jiao's cold eyes. Wu Weicheng shrank his head and stammered hello: "Brother arrogant, brother arrogant."

Ying Jiao looked at several people one by one with a blank face, until he saw them all hairy, and then said lightly: "Want to take a test?"

Several people nodded again and again.

Ying Jiao snorted: "Nine years of duty will teach you feudal superstition, right?"

Jing Ci has been the focus of the students in the past few days. Coupled with the series of actions to win arrogance, they suddenly became the focus of the class.

There was no sound in the classroom, and everyone secretly aimed in this direction.

The school bully suddenly looks like this... Isn't it because he wants to hit someone? But no one bothered him just now.

Yingjiao didn't hit anyone. He put his hand in his pocket and stood beside Jing Ci: "Then you see that I am so close to Jing Ci every day, shouldn't I be sent to Peking University immediately and Tsinghua scrambles for it?"

Several Wu Weicheng shrank their shoulders, wanting to cry without tears, they... just want a psychological comfort.

"Don't come and look for him again," Ying Jiao leaned on Jing Ci's desk and looked around the class coldly, as if to Wu Weicheng and the others, and as if to everyone: "Otherwise... don't you believe this? I asked Zheng Que to hold your exam pens one by one."

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

This level of threat is almost comparable to a nuclear bomb. Not only Wu Weicheng and the others, but the entire Seventh Class instantly dispelled the idea of ​​coming back to learn the spirit of God.

Although don’t know why the school bully doesn’t allow them to look for Jingci, but if you can’t get a good sign, you can at least avoid the bad sign!

Seeing Wu Weicheng's backs running hurriedly, Ying Jiao gritted his teeth lightly: "I'm used to them."

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

Jing Ci had a hot face, and explained to Ying Jiao in a low voice: "They have no other meaning."

"That's not okay." Ying Jiao hummed a laugh, and looked down: "You can give me stationery and the like, if it is not enough for me to buy it. You are not allowed to hold your hand, do you hear it?"

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

Yingjiao's warning was very useful, and since then, no one who came to the scene has disappeared. Li Zhou, a tablemate who knows well the inside story, was almost as far as drawing a line between the two.

Time flies quickly, and the monthly exam is in the blink of an eye.

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

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

"You..." Zhou Chao sighed up to the sky: "Compared with you, I am simply a scum."

Suddenly he patted the table, stood up, and stared at Jing Ci with piercing eyes: "Really, Brother Ci, now I have a wish."

Jing Ci was puzzled: "What?"

Zhou Chao: "I want to get the first place in the exam. Just say, can you fulfill me?"

Jing Ci smiled at him and said nothing.

Although he doesn't know if the examinations on weekdays are useful, he will never let go of any chance, not to mention that he still has a scholarship if he passes the exam.

Zhou Chao understood. He sat down numbly, erected a roll of draft paper to block his eyes, and left a sentence: "You are an exam madman." He didn't want to talk to Jing Ci anymore.

This time the test is a provincial experiment, and the difficulty is higher as usual, but it makes no difference to Jing Ci. He has a solid foundation and has been in the second year of high school twice. Knowledge is as if it is engraved in the mind. Even if I haven't studied it systematically for a few 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, so he turned in the paper in advance and went to the cafeteria.

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

The cafeteria suddenly became lively, on the contrary, it was the teaching building. The corridors were empty, and even a personal figure could not be found.

Jing Ci walked all the way to Class 7, reaching out his hand to push the door, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Ying Jiao who was walking outside.

Has he finished eating or hasn't he gone?

Jing Ci tried hard to go in and ask him, but the door did not open.

Jing Ci was startled, and increased his strength, but still did not push away.

He raised his eyes to the smiling eyes of Yingjiao, and understood that Yingjiao was deliberate.

Jing Ci called him suspiciously, "Brother?"

Ying Jiao curled his lips and didn't speak. He looked at Jing Ci, reached out and clicked on the small glass window on the door, holding it back, "Just let you in if you say something nice."

In the past few days, although the two of them didn't feel so painful when they contacted him, Yingjiao still avoided him as before. No matter what he said, he refused to touch him.

Jing Ci thought that he couldn't do it well, if it wasn't for his character that he couldn't do it, he would have to rush over and throw him down.

Ying Jiao didn't respond when he saw him down, thinking he was worried about someone else in the classroom. Just about to tell him that he was the only one in it at the moment, saw Jing Ci suddenly stretched out a finger and lightly pressed it on his fingertip through the glass window.

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

The author has something to say: Little Theatre, Teacher Liu: fart, the two students are innocent and candid.

Winning pride: Well, Tan Tan Dan Dan.