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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Six"

weight="141962"

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

mode = "manual"

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Teacher Liu was thinking about Jingci in his heart. He didn't eat dinner well, so he managed to endure the first night of self-study, so he took his huge water bottle and walked quickly to the class.

When he reached the sixth shift, he deliberately slowed down, quietly moved to the back door of the seventh shift, and looked inside from the back window.

Upon seeing it, he was immediately relieved.

Jing Ci sat down in his seat honestly, with a copy of "Five Three" in front of him and was working on it. Although the speed is very fast, it does not look like a serious question, but it is good to be willing to write.

Teacher Liu nodded in satisfaction and walked in through the front door.

As soon as he showed up, the original noisy Class 7 suddenly fell silent, and the classmates who were originally no matter what they were doing, all panicked looking for books.

Teacher Liu rolled the math book in his hand into a tube, picked a few of the most moving ones, knocked on his head one by one, and shouted angrily: "You jumped up and down, are you monkeys? Would you like to show me a monkey show on the podium? Huh? "

The students who had been beaten by him sat there honestly and did not dare to say a word.

Teacher Liu is 1.9 meters tall, with bulging tendons and the same big hands as a fan. Shave a bald head and add a gold chain, you can go to the rhythm of the underworld boss in minutes, who would dare to go against him.

"He porridge! Zheng Que! I think you guys are talking very enthusiastically, too much time, right?" Teacher Liu sneered, "Tell me "Pipa Xing" within this week! I will check it on Friday!"

He congee wailed, and his hand holding the language book shook: "Teacher, I don't know if Pipa will work, but if you want me to recite this, I really can't do it."

As for Zheng Que, he doesn't even know what "Pipa Xing" is.

He was still out of shape, and when he heard the name, he felt that it was probably an ancient poem, and he immediately patted his chest to promise: "No problem."

Less than a hundred words, there are four days, a day to recite more than twenty words, and can recite no matter what.

He Jiang stared at him angrily, wishing to seal his mouth with glue. He snapped to the page of "Pipa Xing" and slammed the book under Zheng Que's eyelids.

"No problem? Are you okay with this?"

Zheng Que looked stupid at the densely packed pages.

"Don't memorize it," Teacher Liu didn't get angry either. He looked at He Congee: "The game console in the morning..."

He congee surrendered in one second: "My back! My back!"

After cooking a few people, Teacher Liu walked to Jing Ci and lowered his head to pick up the math "Five Three" he was doing.

Teacher Liu wanted to tell him not to work hard in the wrong direction. At the beginning, he should focus on the basics, and he didn't rush to do the exercises.

I accidentally scanned a multiple-choice question and found that it turned out to be right.

Teacher Liu almost thought that he was dazzled, and continued to look down unbelief, until he saw that the multiple-choice question ended, but he didn't even see a wrong question.

"You..." Teacher Liu looked at Jing Ci with complicated eyes.

Jing Ci felt the alarm bell in his heart, thinking that Teacher Liu had discovered something, and was about to say the wording that had already been written, he heard what Teacher Liu said——

"Are you memorizing all the answers behind?"

Teacher Liu patted Jing Ci on the shoulder, racking his brains to encourage him. After holding back for a long time, he finally squeezed out a rough voice: "I have a good memory, and I can keep up with my hard work now, but don't do this in the future."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci's face was muted: "Yes."

"If there is anything you can't do, go to the office to find a teacher. The evening self-study teachers are available." Teacher Liu returned the workbook to Jing Ci, gratifyingly said: "I will also say hello to several other subject teachers tomorrow. Don’t be embarrassed. If you don’t understand anything, you have to ask. Studying requires diligence. Our class is not far from the office. We usually run more errands and don’t suffer."

Jing Ci felt a little warm in his heart. He nodded, "I see, thank you teacher."

"Study hard." Teacher Liu encouraged him again, picked up his big water bottle again, glanced warningly in the class, and paced out of the classroom.

After Teacher Liu left, Jing Ci picked up the pen and continued to work on the questions. He kept finishing all the exercises for a unit. Feeling full of electricity, he found a notebook with great energy and began to organize the knowledge outline of each subject.

Ying Jiao looked at him for a long time, then turned around.

He congee holding a pair of playing cards, shouting to find someone to fight the landlord: "Brother Jiao, come and fist. Damn, I was killed by Lao Zheng. I have to find some entertainment, or I'll be suffocated. That's it. Is the Pipa Xing memorable? Is Bai Juyi crazy, writing these things to harm future generations!"

Zheng Que planned to redeem his merits, and he came to him after hearing the words: "Take me one, and I will also come."

"Boom!" He porridge pushed him aside and pulled Peng Chengcheng who was lying on the table to his feet, shuffled the cards with a clatter, and sneered: "You are so stupid, I refuse."

Zheng Que was furious: "I'm stupid? When I didn't fight the landlord, I pulled on Brother Jiao! We sent it directly to the door as cannon fodder, who of us is stupid?"

He porridge shook his head: "I'm happy!"

Zheng Que was so angry that he rolled his eyes, threw the phone into the hole in the table, and stopped screaming. He pointed at He porridge: "I will be next to you today and watch how you lose!"

Yingjiao is very good at playing poker, and he almost never loses. He Zhou and the others are usually not willing to play with him.

"Two Qs." Ying Jiao half leaned on the desk and lazily threw out two cards.

He Conge stared at his face, then sneaked to Peng Chengcheng to meow. Peng Chengcheng was very alert and immediately put the card upside down on the table. He porridge retracted his gaze wryly: "Two 2."

Peng Chengcheng shook his head to indicate that he would not follow.

He porridge played another card: "Three threes."

Peng Chengcheng: "Three Eights."

Ying Jiao half-closed his eyelids and didn't respond.

His mind was not on playing cards, all he was thinking of was the name Xue Jinxing.

I'm a bit familiar, seem to have heard it somewhere...

He congee tentatively called him: "Brother Jiao, it's you."

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and glanced on the table, absent-mindedly: "Two eights, right? My two nines."

"Lao Peng has three eights." He congee corrected him: "It's not Brother Jiao, what's wrong with you? What do you think?"

"You..." Ying Jiao buckled the card on the table and said thoughtfully: "Do you know Xue Jinxing?"

"I've heard this name," He Jiang looked at his head and thought hard, "but I just can't remember it."

Zheng Que followed: "I seem to have also heard of the perverts of the first class and second class? The old man who won the award all day long said, so I feel familiar."

Winning arrogantly tapped on the desktop: "Probably."

"What's the matter, Brother Jiao?" He Zhou was no longer interested in playing cards, and put the cards in his hand: "This one who doesn't have eyesight provoke you? Let's get him a meal?"

"Forget it," Ying Jiao pursed his lower lip and smiled: "It's okay."

The provincial experiment ends at 9:45 in the evening of the first and second high school, and at 10:25 in the third year.

At 9:45, the students in the first and second grades of high school can go back to the dormitory. Of course, they can also study until 10.25 in the same way as in the third year of high school.

But these students in Class 7 don't say 9:45, most of them ran away after 9:01.

Jing Ci had already agreed with Li Zhou, and went back to the dormitory with him in the evening. But Li Zhou's cell phone kept shaking, he hid under the table and answered the call, leaving a sentence: "You go back after school, my friend came with a girl to look for me!" He ran away grinning. NS.

"Hey—" Jing Ci stretched out his hand and grabbed him. He didn't catch him, so he could only watch him disappear.

I was secretly worried about how I should find a dormitory later.

Ying Jiao watched him frown, searched the chat history with Li Zhou over and over again, and the corners of his mouth were slowly raised.

Seeing that the classroom was more than half empty, He Zhou couldn't sit still anymore, and dragged to win Jiao: "Go, brother Jiao, go out for a while? Old Zheng booked a place in 1982."

In 1982, it was an entertainment club near the school, and they often used to play in Yingjiao.

"You go," Yingjiao refused: "I have something to do today."

Peng Chengcheng frowned: "Not going home?"

Ying Jiao nodded, with a smile in his eyes: "Living in the dormitory tonight."

Zheng Que wondered: "Why is Brother Jiao suddenly living in the dormitory? Didn't you say that the bed in the dormitory is uncomfortable and can't sleep?"

Yingjiao skillfully turned the pen in his hand, and inadvertently turned off the topic: "Well, something is going on. You guys have fun, and you will charge me tonight."

He Zhoule went crazy, and slapped Yingjiao's flattering frantically: "As expected of my brother Jiao, that is Guangliang! Enough brother!"

Zheng Que smiled and blew a kiss to Winning Pride: "Thank you, Dad!"

"Don't be foolish," Ying Jiao gave him a kick and scolded with a smile: "Disgusting, get out of here."

Zheng Que didn't care, he dragged He porridge bluntly, and walked away with Peng Chengcheng.

Jing Ci originally wanted to go with the students in Class 7, at least to find the dormitory first, and talk about the others after they went back. However, the students in Class 7 are basically day students. After leaving the teaching building, they headed straight to the school gate, and did not go in any other direction at all.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he was left alone in front of the teaching building.

Jing Ci was wondering whether he should look for it by himself, or wait for other classes to follow the crowd to the dormitory after class, when a low voice suddenly came from behind him: "Hey."

Jing Ci turned his head, Ying Jiao walked over from behind, he was upright and lazy. Wearing a white T, clinging loosely to the body, the wind blows, revealing a thin and beautiful body line.

Jing Ci was taken aback: "What is..."

"Let's go together." He said in a low voice from the beginning.

Jing Ci didn't speak or move. He didn't forget the time when he was in the classroom just now when he was in the classroom.

"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily: "Aren't you going back to the dormitory? Why aren't you leaving?"

He leaned forward slightly and leaned in, "Afraid I will sell you?"

Jing Ci raised his eyes and glanced at him. Does this person still have the face to say? Have you done something without thinking?

Win arrogantly laughed, and his voice was particularly magnetic in the dark: "Little classmate, no, how dirty is your mind at a young age. What can I do for you? Can you talk softly? Can you kiss? Can……"

"Shut up!" Jing Ci gritted his teeth, his ears turned red, gave him a fierce look, and sprinted forward.

Ying Jiao grinned, raising his foot to catch up.

The author has something to say: Little classmate, come, brother teach you kissing.