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date="2021-11-01"

title="chapter Ten"

weight="141976"

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

mode = "manual"

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Ying Jiao hugged Jing Ci full of arms, looked down at the small hair spin on his head, with a smile in his eyes: "I can't help but how long I haven't seen it, tsk tsk."

Jing Ciran panted slightly: "I didn't mean it, I just didn't see it clearly." He stretched out his hand and pushed away Yingjiao.

However, he just ran quickly, his whole body limp and unable to exert his strength at all. After pushing twice, Yingjiao still stood still on the spot.

"Oh -" Ying Jiao dragged the long tone, and said in a meaningful way: "You confess to me every day, follow me, fight for me, so many people on the playground, you just threw into my arms, but I know , You didn't mean it, it's just a coincidence."

Jing Ci was slightly hot on the cheeks he said, and he tried to explain: "Sorry, don't get me wrong, I really don't."

He paused, fearing that Li Zhou had waited too long and was anxious, he once again pushed to win the arrogance: "You let go first, and I will apologize to you when I go back. Li Zhou is still waiting for me in the cafeteria."

The more anxious he was, the more he won't let go of Winning Pride, and even more vigorously held him by the waist, and directly buckled him into his arms.

"I hugged you first?" Ying Jiao watched him flutter in his arms, somehow, just trying to bully him hard: "Can't it work, little classmate, if you take advantage, the wicked will sue first."

It was very hot and it was noon. The two young boys hugged each other for so long, and after a while, Jing Ci broke out in fine sweat.

The heat, coupled with the inability to make sense with Yingjiao, made Jing Ci's heart fire. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and tried to persuade Yingjiao: "I really want to go to dinner, will you let me go?"

"If you say something nice, let you go." Yingjiao's nasty voice came from above his head.

Jingci lowered his eyelids, already on the verge of an explosion: "Let go."

"No one won't let you go." Yingjiao said lazily: "How can I let go if you don't speak?"

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the fabric on Yingjiao's back. Before he could react, his knees pushed up hard

"Fuck." Ying Jiao took a breath of pain, his face changed.

He arched slightly and looked down at Jing Ci: "You..."

Jing Ciren has been with him for a long time. He looked at Ying Jiao coldly, and said lightly: "What's wrong with me?"

He knew that he would be completely offended by winning the arrogance today, so he planned to wait for a while to finish the meal and go to the small shop to buy a pencil sharpener. If Yingjiao comes to beat himself, let him show his blood.

Jing Ci rationalized the messed up school uniform, and his slightly narrow eyes were full of provocation.

He pursed his lips slightly, his stubborn little appearance was unexpectedly cute.

Ying Jiao cursed in his heart, and didn't know where to throw that point of anger.

"You..." He tried his best to ignore the pain underneath and looked towards Jing Ci.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

Ying Jiao chuckles: "I found it so accurate, haven't you been staring at it for a long time?"

Jing Ci's face flushed.

He gave Ying Jiao a stern look and cursed: "I'm sick!" He turned and ran.

Ying Jiao licked his lips, recalling the small expression of shame he had just made, and felt that the pain had alleviated a lot.

Yingjiao's reputation in the provincial experiment was quite high. At this time, the playground was full of people. His rapport with Jing Ci attracted a lot of attention. Ying Jiao watched Jing Ci run away, and glanced at the surroundings blankly, his eyes disappeared instantly.

He carried the thermos barrel on the path, walked to a place where there was no one, and finally couldn't hold back hiss.

Fuck, it hurts, this little pervert is so cruel.

"Why are you here so late?" As soon as Jing Ci entered the canteen, he ran into Li Zhou at the door.

He dragged Jing Ci to the dining area: "I made rice for you, fried mushrooms and mapo tofu, four or two rice, okay?"

"Okay, it's all my favorite." Jing Ci thanked Li Zhou, and sat down at the dinner table: "How much? I'll give it to you."

"No need," Li Zhou waved his hand, not taking the six dollars in his eyes: "You can buy it for me next time."

"That's good." Jing Ci took a careful note and promised meticulously: "I will continue to bring you breakfast tomorrow."

Li Zhou was amused by him. He felt that Jing Ci's character was really getting better and better, and he grinned: "Then I will ask you for my breakfast from now on."

Jing Ci nodded: "Wrap it on me."

The two smiled at each other and lowered their heads to eat.

The lunch break for the provincial experiment was one hour, and Jing Ci only took twenty minutes to eat. The classroom was noisy and couldn't sleep, so he simply took out the math "Five Three" and continued to work on the problems.

His assiduous appearance fell in the eyes of the students in Class 7, which could be called incredible.

He congee bumped Peng Chengcheng with his elbow, pointed to the wise words, and whispered: "Lao Peng, you said he has been doing crazy questions since yesterday. I don't understand, whether he really knows how to do it or not. Nonsense?"

Peng Chengcheng glanced at Jing Ci's back blankly, and came to a conclusion without thinking: "Blindly writing."

"But..." He Congee entangled: "How do I think his writing is correct..."

He stood up: "No...I'm so curious, I'm going to try him."

Ying Jiao frowned and was about to kick him back. He didn't know what he thought of, and then retracted his feet, his eyes followed He porridge.

"Jing Ci," He Zhou walked to Jing Ci with a workbook, and turned a page casually: "You tell me a question."

"Which question?" Jing Ci has always been serious about studying. He put down the pen in his hand, glanced at the question He Congei pointed out, and he had his thoughts almost instantly.

Li Zhou was not in his seat, Jing Ci gave way to the side, signaled He Congee to sit in his seat, and started to tell him with the drafting paper: "This question is actually very simple, just remember the formula..."

He quickly wrote several function formulas on the paper, and showed them one by one, and then wrote down the calculation steps in detail: "So C is the correct answer, do you understand it?"

From the moment he spoke, He Congee was suppressed.

He patronized and was surprised, he didn't even hear what Jing Ci was talking about.

Jing Ci actually knows how to do it! Isn't he a scumbag like himself? ! Why does the scumbag still have this kind of seemingly advanced question? !

"Didn't understand?" Jing Ci changed a blank draft paper and said patiently: "It's okay, I'll tell you again."

Jing Ci's thoughts are very clear, and he speaks in detail, listing all the knowledge involved in this topic one by one. After speaking it three times in a row, He Congee understood it with a rare experience.

He was holding the exercise book and returned to his seat in a daze, his eyes straightened, and his soul flew away.

"How? He really knows?" The classroom was noisy, Jing Ci's voice was not loud, even if Zheng Que kept his ears up, he didn't hear what the two people were saying.

He stabbed Ho porridge: "Speak! What's wrong with you?"

He porridge turned his neck creakingly, his eyes blurred: "Odd and even remain unchanged, and the symbol looks at the quadrant."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que looked at him in horror, pinching his shoulder and shaking him: "Ho! Ho! What's the matter with you?! Are you more awake?!"

"Don't shake it, don't shake it." He Conge patted his hand and wiped his face, with a complicated expression: "You don't know, just..." He pointed to Jing Ci and whispered quietly: "He just glanced at it. , You know the answer, just glance at Lao Zheng! Do you understand how I feel?"

"Fuck me!" Zheng Que couldn't help but burst into a swear word: "He really knows?"

"Not only that," He Congee's eyes were vicissitudes of life, revealing a taste of doubting life: "Do you know Lao Zheng? When he looked up at the question and looked up at me, I always felt that he was using his mind to tell me: There are people who don’t know such a simple question."

Zheng Que still feels that this is not true: "Maybe it is a coincidence?"

He pulled out a workbook from a table hole like a doghouse, found a parabolic problem that seemed very difficult, and couldn't help but said: "I'll ask too."

Before He could stop him, he quickly ran to Jingci's seat, "Jingci, do you know this question?"

When Jing Ci arrived for the first time, he didn't know that Zheng Que was someone who didn't even know how many mathematics textbooks were. He took the workbook and said seriously: "I'll look at it first."

This question is much more complicated than what He congee asked before. For most high schools, it is a hurdle that is difficult to overcome. But for Jing Ci, it was a piece of cake.

He calculated on the draft paper, and immediately came up with the understanding method and the answer, raised his eyes and motioned Zheng Que to look over: "This question looks complicated, but it is not difficult to find the right method."

He quickly drew a parabola and marked the coordinates: "Look at the first question first, to find the coordinates of Pn, let's find the information given in the title first..."

As he spoke, he wrote the steps on the paper, and quickly figured out the answer.

He congee's question is simple, plus he still listens to some lessons, so he can understand it. Zheng Que is different, let alone understand, he can't even read the topic.

He numbly watched Jing Ci calculate the answers to the three small questions in one breath, and before Jing Ci asked him to understand, he grabbed the draft paper and turned out the answers at the back of the exercise book, a little bit right.

All right, there is no difference from the standard answer.

He dragged his legs and returned to his place dull.

"He will? I said he will?" As if he had discovered some new world, He Zhou kept pushing Zheng Que: "Is it right?"

Zheng Que nodded blankly: "All right. And it didn't take long at all! Didn't Old Liu always say that the squad leader who was the first in our class always said that he couldn't do the big questions behind him?"

"Damn!" He Congee clutched his chest and widened his eyes: "You mean...Jingci is better than the class monitor?!"

This is so miraculous that Peng Chengcheng, who has always spoken little, couldn't help but participate in the topic: "This shouldn't be, when did he become so powerful?"

He Cong was startled: "Did he be..."

Ying Jiao kicked He porridge stool and sneered: "What are you talking about? He doesn't always hand in blank papers in exams?"

Zheng Que nodded: "That's right, but I always feel that he is a bit wrong these days..."

"What's wrong?" Ying Jiao looked down, and said naturally panic: "I heard Old Liu said that his parents are both remarried and both have children..."

He ridiculed: "In order to attract the attention of parents, it is not surprising to do something stupid."

When he said this, he immediately deflected the thinking of several people.

He porridge patted the table abruptly: "Yes, yes! That's the reason! No wonder!"

He suddenly realized: "No wonder he always handed in blank papers in exams, Old Liu didn't change what he said, the feeling is the king of others is to pretend to be bronze."

Zheng Que's relationship with his parents is not very good. Hearing this, he was suddenly inspired: "I heard that his grades in the high school entrance examination were particularly bad. His dad put him in the province and spent a lot of money on the experiment. Hahahaha, if his dad is Knowing that he is pretending to be a scumbag and not getting angry?!"

"So much money was spent in vain! Emma, ​​it's a pity that I don't have the strength, otherwise I would do the same! Xueba is a Xueba, and such a loss can be thought of!"

Peng Chengcheng shook his head: "It's a loss, it's a second-year high."

"Don't people stop pretending now?" He congee temporarily acted as the spokesperson of Jing Ci: "I think it's quite interesting to tell the truth."

The three people huddled together and talked, with a little admiration for Jingci on their faces.

Seeing that they didn't think about anything else, Ying Jiao stopped participating in the topic, and got down to sleep.