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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Fourteen"

weight="141986"

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

mode = "manual"

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Until the end of the inter-class exercises, when each class returned to the class in order, Jing Ci's face was still red. No matter how Yingjiao teased him, he stopped talking.

He couldn't figure out why there were so many people running all walks of life.

Jing Ci went to the water dispenser and took a glass of water, drank half a glass, calmed down his breath a little, and took out the math book.

The cup he used was a glass, and after he picked it up and put down his fingers, there were naturally a few more fingerprints on it.

When Jing Ci turned his eyes to find it, he immediately took out two paper towels and carefully wiped off the fingerprints on them. Then he lowered his head and continued reading.

Ying Jiao had a full view of his movements, and he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled.

He Cong happened to pass by him, and when he saw his smile, the expression on his face suddenly became incomprehensible.

He quietly took out his cell phone and sent a message in the group.

[He's uncle]: By the way, does anyone feel the same as me?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:? ? ?

[He family, your uncle]: Why is Brother Jiao always pestering Jingci recently? Did something happen between them that we don't know?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Ah, ah, sure enough! I thought something was wrong with them, and I never dared to say it.

[He family, your uncle]: Brother Jiao hasn't seen the waves recently...

[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother Jiao fell in love with Jing Ci?

[Hejia, your uncle]:...

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:...

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Old Peng, give you incense, go all the way, and I will remember you next year for Qingming.

[He family, your uncle]: Probably spring is coming soon... Brother Jiao is also starting to restless.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: A few of them in spring, but autumn has not passed yet.

[Arrogance]: Are you panicking at your leisure? Where did Old Liu report a wave?

He porridge was so scared that his phone almost fell to the ground, he quickly sat down, pretending that nothing happened.

Zheng Que reflexively threw the phone into the table hole with a bang.

Peng Chengcheng still has that expressionless appearance, but if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are blinking gently.

Win arrogant sneer, typing——

[Arrogance]: Be less yelling at me, do more business, what happened to the things that you asked you to check the last two days?

Mentioning this, He porridge put away the wretched face. He thought for a while, slid to the back window and looked into the corridor. He saw that Teacher Liu had no sign of coming over. He trot down and trot to the side of Yingjiao. He whispered: "It’s a bit difficult to type. I’ll talk to you directly. Say it."

Winning arrogance frowned: "What's the matter?"

What Yingjiao asked He Congee to investigate was the incident that Li Shi provoked him some time ago.

Although Li Shi's brain is not very good, he is not mentally retarded. What's more, he was able to block the toilet accurately that day, enough to show that he was prepared before.

Yingjiao always feels that the reason is not limited to Li Shi's desire to establish power.

He Conge thought about the words in his heart, and said carefully: "Li Shi had met with Ying Shengjun before that day..."

The expression on Yingjiao's face suddenly fell cold.

Ying Shengjun, Ying Jiao's half-brother, who is two years older than him, is the illegitimate son of Ying's father. However, since the winning father remarried five years ago, the illegitimate child became a legitimate child.

Ying Jiao's mother's name is Shi Jun, and the meaning of the name Ying Shengjun can be imagined.

"Brother Jiao, you don't need to come forward on this matter, so as to save the last trouble. Zheng Que and I will find someone to fuck him." He Zhou glanced at Ying Jiao and sneered: "Who is fatter than me?"

Regardless of how fat and white He congee is, when it comes to being cruel, ten Zheng Que can't match him.

"No," Ying Jiao sneered: "If he wants to play, I will play with him."

Ying Jiao bowed his head and quickly sent a message out.

Touching the coldness in his eyes, He Conge shivered suddenly, and walked away tremblingly.

Ying Jiao put away his phone, looked at Jing Ci who was sitting right next to him, stretched out his long legs, and touched his leg under the table.

Jing Ci turned the book for a while, didn't look up, but gave way to the side.

Winning proudly, his legs stretched out more and more, directly taking up most of the space under Jing Ci's table.

Jing Ci endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, turning his head coldly, "What are you going to do?"

Ying Jiao pretended not to see his cold face, pulled out a Chinese book from his bookshelf and flipped through it casually: "Didn't you tell me to tell me "Pipa Xing" in the morning, and you can't tell it?"

Jing Ci froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to be serious.

He looked up at the wall clock. The third class was about to begin, and he negotiated with Yingjiao in a good voice: "Class is about to start, it's too late to finish all the lectures..."

"It's okay," Ying Jiao chuckles, and pushes the language book to his desk, "how much can be said."

He had said so, and if Jing Ci was not good enough, he refused to resign, so he had to move forward: "Xunyang Jiang Touye sees off the guests, Maple Leaf Dihua Qiu Sese, the meaning of this sentence is..."

His voice came into his ears, unhurriedly, coldly and calmly.

Ying Jiao looked at him slightly.

The sunlight at ten thirty in the morning was just right, and the warm white light hit Jing Ci. From the angle of winning arrogance, you can even see the fine and small hairs on his face.

His rosy lips opened and closed, occasionally showing a little white teeth.

The surrounding air calmed down a little bit, and the impetuousness and anger slowly moved away.

Ying Jiao lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on his slender fingers that were touching the pages of the book, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared little by little.

The third class was Teacher Liu's math class. When the class was one minute short of class, Mr. Liu walked in hurriedly with the teaching plan and the math book.

"Turn to the second section of Chapter 3, let's talk about inequalities below!" Teacher Liu's eyes are like torches, holding the blackboard eraser and shining the blackboard with two bangs, bangs and bangs: "Pay attention to the few sleeping people below! Close my eyes again. Let you come to sleep on the podium!"

A warning glanced down again: "Okay, now let's look at the common methods of inequality proofs..."

Teacher Liu's voice was loud and loud, even if he was listening to his class while standing in the corridor, it would not affect him at all.

While listening, Jing Ci summarized the key points below and took notes.

This note is not for his own use, but for Yingjiao.

What you promised, even if you gritted your teeth, you have to stick to it.

While Jing Ci wrote quickly, he secretly comforted himself in his heart.

After all the knowledge points are summarized, there is no need to deal with Yingjiao.

Just thinking about it, the back of his hand was suddenly touched.

Jing Ci glanced at Ying Jiao warningly, pointed to the blackboard, and motioned for him to attend the class.

Yingjiao didn't do it, but looked at his right hand and whispered, "What is your writing posture?"

Jing Ci's handwriting was beautiful and smart, but his writing posture was twisted. Ying Jiao looked at him for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more something went wrong. He couldn't help but remind him: "What are you doing with your thumbs stretched so long, shrink back a little."

Knowing his fault, Jing Ci shook his head: "It's been many years, but I can't change it."

Ying Jiao snorted: "Can't change it?"

He stretched out his hand to hold Jing Ci's right hand, took his fingers off the pen one by one, and moved him to the correct position little by little: "Just write."

Jing Ci's cheeks became slightly hot, "Don't do it, I'll do it myself."

Ying Jiao smiled nonchalantly and stared at his right hand.

Jing Ci looked at him so badly that he was starting to feel uncomfortable.

He curled up the middle finger of his left hand and scratched it in the palm of his palm, and the writing was scribbled again.

"What's wrong with you?" Ying Jiao frowned and hissed: "Why did you go back again? Change it."

The wrong writing posture was very laborious. After such a short time, Jing Ci's right middle finger was squeezed out of a flat stamp.

His pale skin made the mark more and more eye-catching.

Ying Jiao stretched out his slender fingers, flicked his fingers lightly, and said casually, "Little classmate, deliberately? Do I have to hold your hand over and over again to change?"

Jing Ci gave him a fierce cheek, but his fingers changed awkwardly to the correct posture.

Ying Jiao likes his small look of anger and anger. As soon as he saw it, he wanted to tease him again. Teacher Liu's loud voice came into his ears: "Ying Jiao! Jing Ci! What are you two doing?!"

Teacher Liu threw the math book onto the podium, and shouted with a black face, "How old are you two? Elementary school students? Are you holding hands in class?!"

"You two stand up for me! Win arrogance, what are you laughing at?! Come on, you tell me, what do you two want to do while mumbling in class?!"

Ying Jiao stood up lazily, his school uniform jacket hanging loosely on him, but it was not sloppy. Instead, he had a lazy handsomeness. He curled his lips: "I'm sorry, teacher, we are too good to hold back."

Teacher Liu was so angry that he almost spewed out old blood: "You two have a good relationship?!"

Both are students he has taught for a year. Does he know about them?

He suspected that Yingjiao was deliberately bullying Jing Ci, even his previous seat change.

Ying Jiao sighed deeply: "My mother taught me not to lie since I was a child. I didn't expect that no one would believe the truth these days."

He stretched out his hand helplessly, and put his right hand on Jing Ci's shoulder vainly: "I like him so much. Really, he looks very much like me."

Teacher Liu caught fire: "Where do you two look like?"

He just wanted to say that Jingci has been trying very hard to make progress recently, and he is totally different from him.

Just listen to Ying Jiao said: "They are all very handsome."

Teacher Liu:"……"

Teacher Liu couldn't bear it, and in a fit of anger, he sent the two together into the corridor.

Jing Ci was punished to stand for the first time, and suddenly he couldn't react. Ying Jiao tugged at him, and he just left the classroom ignorantly.

Teacher Liu sneered and looked at the two of them: "Isn't your relationship okay? Isn't it funny in class? Okay, you two just stand holding hands for me like this! Don't let go after class!"

Jing Ci's face turned red immediately.

Even if the penalty station is fine, why hold hands?

As soon as he wanted to protest with Teacher Liu, Ying Jiao quickly took his hand and held it very naturally. Then he turned his head and thanked Teacher Liu sincerely: "Thank you, teacher for understanding us."

He now wants to order a song "Perfect" to give to Teacher Liu.

Teacher Liu was so angry that he walked into the classroom without looking back, and slammed the door.

"Why is so angry?" Ying Jiao turned his head with a smile, frowned at Jing Ci, dumbly: "I'm angry? Brother, isn't this for your good."

Ying Jiao raised the hands of the two people shaking hands and motioned Jing Ci with his eyes to look down: "Look at what your fingers are doing. Okay, don't be angry, or brother..."

"I'm not angry," Jing Ci interrupted him. He didn't know that winning the pride was for his own good, but

He looked at Ying Jiao, frowning and said: "There is a missing class in mathematics, can you understand it in the next class? Otherwise, I will tell you again when I go back? See when you have time..."

Looking at the faint worry on his face, Ying Jiao suddenly felt as if he was being fiddled with.

"Okay, I'm fine." His lips curled slightly and his voice was soft: "Little classmate, don't think about things, listen to the teacher first, and hold my hand well."

As he said, he let go of Jingci and reached out to him, motioning him to hold himself first.

Jing Ci's eyes paused, and the auricles turned red slightly.

Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and chuckled: "What? Now you don't even listen to the teacher's words?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled: "No."

Ying Jiao lowered his voice and leaned in his ear: "Will you be able to hold it?"

Jing Ci was silent.

After a long while, he finally nodded gently.

Ying laughed, and when the thin white hands stretched out, he held it tightly with his backhand.

The author has something to say: Little theater, win arrogance: Thank you, Mr. Liu, for contributing to our sacred and great love, and give the song "Complete Complete" to Mr. Liu.

Teacher Liu:………………

Teacher Liu: Get out of here! ! !