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chapter Five
Jing Ci turned around slowly, his waist straightened subconsciously.
"I..." He pursed his lips and looked down: "I want to look at the blackboard from a different perspective."
"Huh?" He porridge heard this, the expression on his face even more weird, he looked at Jing Ci incredulously: "You...look at the blackboard? What kind of joke of the century is this, look at the blackboard?! Hahahaha."
Zheng Que followed with a smile: "No, Jing Ci, what kind of soup was given to you by Lao Liu? Don't tell me after cutting your hair, you still read the blackboard. You won't tell me the next step, you want to study hard Right, hahahahaha..."
Zheng Que's smile disappeared under Jing Ci's calm eyes.
"Fuck me," Zheng Que rubbed the goose bumps on his arm, his voice increased a lot unconsciously: "Are you really playing?"
Jing Ci gave a perfunctory hum.
Without a trace, he observed the gazes of his surrounding classmates, trying to get a clue from it.
"Old Liu..." He porridge caressed the fat protruding from his stomach, and sighed sincerely: "It's really a shame to be a teacher in our province experiment. If this is to engage in MLM, what else will happen... …"
Jing Ci took a math book from the table and said casually, "I think this position is quite good. When will our class change seats next time?"
He Zhou grinned and sneered: "You don't know this, so study hard. Our class changes seats every two weeks," he counted with his fingers: "I think about it, the position I just changed the day before yesterday, next time Yes... it's the end of October."
Pushed Zheng Que, "Old Zheng, I'm right."
"Don't touch me." Zheng Que had just regrouped to play the game. He was pushed so much by He Congee and almost quit. He cursed and avoided He Congee's hand, and took the time to look up at Jing Ci: "What are you doing? This position is separated from your seat by an aisle, what is the difference?"
Jing Ci paved the way for a long time, and that was what was waiting for.
Hearing this, he immediately turned his head and saw that there was an empty seat in the third row from the bottom to the north of the middle row.
This should be the original seat, that's right.
He was not in a hurry to go back, fearing that people would see something, so he lowered his head and began to flip through the math book in his hand.
The owner of this seat is estimated to be half a catty to the original, and the book one month after the start of school is still new with the smell of ink. The above is clean, without a word.
Jing Ci first browsed the catalog, which was completely different from his original textbook. The difficulty has increased a lot, and there are still a lot of content involved in the third year of high school.
The same is true for Chinese. Not only are there more texts that need to be recited, but there are even more compulsory textbooks.
As for the rationale, it is even more difficult. There is a chapter in physics, and Jing Ci has never even touched it before.
It's worthy of learning a superb kind of cool essay, in order to highlight the protagonist's power, reasonable and unreasonable things have been added.
But for Jing Ci, this is not a problem at all.
He is not the type of studying hard, nor is he just learning to change his destiny. New knowledge, especially new knowledge of science, has a fatal attraction to him.
Had it not been for the unexpected situation of sitting in the wrong seat, he would have already absorbed new knowledge by now.
Jing Ci put down the book in his hand and smoothly sorted out the messy tabletop before returning to his place calmly.
"Fuck," Jing Ci's series of operations made him almost skeptical of life. He glanced back, Zheng Que was playing the game and he was playing high. It is estimated that he didn't recognize him when he was standing in front of him. I had to turn back and touched Peng Chengcheng: "Old Peng, don't go to sleep, just have a few words?"
Peng Chengcheng looked at him, then glanced back.
Although he didn't say a word, He Chow understood his meaning tacitly: "Don't be arrogant, Lao Peng. If you dare to call Brother Jiao, I dare to come in and talk."
Peng Chengcheng: "..."
Peng Chengcheng: "What are you talking about?"
He congee still felt untrue, he whispered: "What Jing Ci just said is true? Why do I not believe it so much."
Peng Chengcheng rubbed his eyes, and said with no interest: "Look again in two days."
"I heard that Old Liu called him to the office for training all afternoon today," He Cong glanced at Jing Ci's back, pointed to his head, and quietly said, "It's probably because it's irritated here and it's abnormal. ."
Peng Chengcheng is extremely cold: "It's none of our business."
"Yes, it's good for him, at least he won't pester Brother Jiao anymore." He congee smacked his lips: "I can't stand his boneless appearance."
As he said, he laughed, and stretched out his hand to gesture for the position of the back three rows: "Unexpectedly, there is a person who wants to learn from our VIP entertainment area, hahaha..."
Ying Jiao watched the two idiots, He Congee and Zheng Que, who were slightly used by others, their mouths were like machine guns, and they said everything suddenly. They thought they were very clever, and they couldn't bear it. See.
He rubbed his eyebrows, stretched his feet and kicked He Congee's stool: "Change position."
Yingjiao and Zheng Que are at the same table, in the last row of the middle row; He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng are in the second row from the bottom of the middle row, and further ahead are Jing Ci's seats.
"Why?" He congee looked blank.
"Let you change it, where there is so much nonsense." Ying Jiao stood up impatiently, dragged He Congee to the back, and sat down behind Jing Ci.
"It's not normal to compare one by one tonight." He Conge murmured, and sat down confused.
The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, he clicked on it, and Yingjiao sent him a red envelope.
He congee raised his eyebrows openly and smiled, and glared at winning arrogantly: "Oh, it's my arrogant brother, it's magnificent. It's just a change of seat, what kind of red envelopes, please be polite."
Yingjiao glanced at him pityingly: "Buy some walnuts to replenish your brain."
He porridge: "..."
Ying Jiao propped his elbows and chin, tilted his body slightly to look forward, Jing Ci was pouring the book in the hole of the table.
Jing Ci has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, the most important thing that has to be neat. But the original table hole is not only messy, but also extremely dirty. don’t know how long the snacks were scattered everywhere, and when touched the scum, some of them grew green.
Jing Ci endured the whole body's discomfort, found a rag under the chair, wiped the seat from the inside to the outside, without letting go of the corners.
It wasn't until the old stains were cleaned up, and the table top was almost shining, only then did the rags be washed, neatly folded, and the textbooks started to be packed.
A blue plastic bookshelf was placed on the original table. It was installed carelessly, and the bottom was uneven, and it swayed with just a touch.
Jing Ci looked upset, and simply disassembled and reassembled the bookshelf, placing it upright in the upper left corner of the table. Then put the textbooks locally in the bookshelf according to the order of subject and size.
He was at the same table, Li Zhou, who had a full view of his movements.
Jing Ci frowned and looked at him puzzled.
Li Zhou murmured: "I don't have a fever..."
He looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: "You, are you crazy?"
"what?"
"Just..." Li Zhoulian said with gestures: "Just you say you study hard, this is not your style."
Jing Ci looked at the all-in-one desktop, in a good mood, glanced at Li Zhou, and asked, "What is my style? Isn't the main task of students studying?"
Li Zhou shivered abruptly by what he said, and turned his head in a daze. He didn't recover for a long time.
Just as he was packing up his textbooks, Jing Ci paid special attention to it, and found that although the original body was an out-and-out scumbag, he really hadn't bought any workbooks.
The basic "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-year Simulation" and "Comprehensive Explanation of Teaching Materials for Middle School Students" will not be mentioned. There are many tutorial books that he has never heard of, and it is estimated that the teachers of the provincial experiment forced to buy them.
The original body was very bachelor, and he didn't write a single word. It happened to be cheaper than Jing Ci.
Jing Ci already has a learning plan at the moment. First listen to the class for a few days, observe the teaching progress of the provincial experiment teacher, and then simply sort out the knowledge points of each subject and check the missing parts.
Everything was arranged clearly, Jing Ci opened the mathematics "Five Three", brushed a few parabolic questions to calm down, and pulled out the original mobile phone from the hole in the table.
Jing Ci remembered that the description of the original family in the novel meant that after his parents divorced, they started their own families. He has a half-brother and a half-sister.
The original body lives with his father, but does not usually go to school, but has taken care of accommodation.
But since he has worn it in the novel, who knows if there are any changes in other places, it is better to verify it.
Jing Ci tried to unlock the lock with his fingerprints, opened the chat software, and looked down a little bit along the chat box on the left.
The original body doesn't have any close friends. The only person who talks a lot is Li Zhou at the same table. Jing Ci flipped over and found that Li Zhou was still the original roommate.
After writing down the key information in the chat log, Jing Ci continued to look down, skipping a few unnutritious conversations, and found the conversation record between the original body and his parents.
As written in the novel, the relationship between the original body and the parents is not close. What Jing Ci saw was not so much a chat record as a transfer record.
But there was almost no daily communication, Jing Ci only flipped up at will, and the time showed up to one year ago.
Putting down the phone, Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
This is good news for him. If the original body is very close to his parents, he will be careful no matter how careful he is. According to the current situation, even if he has changed a lot, it will be a long time after the original parents notice it.
But adolescent boys are suddenly stimulated and want to work hard and stop falling. This is a normal thing, not abrupt, let alone weird.
"Hey, Jing Ci." Li Zhou didn't know when he came in again. He teased the phone in Jing Ci's hand. "Aren't you going to study hard? Why did you start looking at the phone again? Come on, who should we follow? Who, just tell me the truth, is this your new plan for chasing pride?"
Behind, Yingjiao's ears quietly stood up.
Jing Ci received his mobile phone, opened the "Comprehensions of Middle School Textbooks", and calmly denied: "No."
Li Zhou: "You tell me, I promise not to tell anyone."
Jing Ci was helpless: "Really not."
"I don't believe it." Li Zhou took away the book in his hand and pursued it step by step: "Unless you like others and change your goal."
There was a flash of inspiration in Li Zhou's mind. He widened his eyes, as if he had discovered a new world, holding Jing Ci and holding on: "Yes, are you empathizing, haven't you?"
"Yes, yes, it must be so!"
"Who? Who is that person? Do I know?"
"Is it a particularly good study? Is it a super long class?"
"What's your name? Tell me! Tell me!"
Li Zhou believed in his own judgment very much. No matter how Jing Ci denied it, he firmly believed that Jing Ci's sudden change was for that person.
Jing Ci couldn't help but was entangled by him, and couldn't wait to write the question. Yu Guang saw the cover of "The Complete Solution" on the desktop and said casually: "Xue Jinxing."
Behind him, Ying Jiao had a pause, and his eyelids drooped slightly.
The author has something to say: I, winning arrogance, even if I am single forever and fly a plane for the rest of my life, I will not be with Jingci!
later
Damn it!Who is Xue Jinxing?!
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