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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Sixteen"

weight="141994"

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

mode = "manual"

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From this day on, the school tyrant, who has always been an idol with a ton of burden, often has problems such as irregular collars and wrong buttons. However, the friends around him are like collective blindness, and they have never seen it.

Jing Ci was not as embarrassed to remind him at first, but over time, he got used to it.

As a result, now that Yingjiao's collar is turned upside down, he can even naturally reach out to help tidy it up.

Self-study early, Jing Ci put the notes on Yingjiao's desk: "It's almost that, you read it first, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

Ying Jiao lowered his head and opened the thick notebook. The snow-white paper was densely filled with words, and some places were marked with red pen.

The large chapters, small chapters and key knowledge are written clearly and clearly at a glance.

"Remember to be so serious," Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Little classmate, do you want me to make progress with you?"

The mood of Yingjiao is a bit complicated.

When Jing Ci first said that he would organize his notes, he didn't take it seriously. Later, when saw the serious look of the little pervert Fenjishu, it was very interesting, so continued to watch the show with a playful mentality.

He didn't expect that Jing Ci really took this matter to heart.

What is learning, Yingjiao has not known for many years.

But now holding this heavy notebook, his jokes can't go on.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him: "You..." He pursed his lower lip: "Don't want to see it?"

"Where is it?" Yingjiao's Adam's apple moved, and he flipped through the pages of the book: "The inequality isn't it? It's very simple..."

That's good.

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief and settled in his heart. From now on, I won't be arrogant at all. I should be able to draw a clear line between him this time.

As a result, Ying Jiao found that Jing Ci seemed to be indifferent to him since he got the notes.

But he didn't think too much.

As a result, Jing Ci's character was not warm at all. Secondly, the mid-term exam is about to arrive, and Jing Ci has been working harder and harder these days, and it is possible that he can't find energy.

"Hey Jingci, did you see the post on our school forum?" When class was over, Jing Ci went outside to breathe, and Li Zhou suddenly said to him: "The super-normal class and the key class do not know where the superiority comes from. I feel so mad at me."

"What post?" Jing Ci was thinking of a math problem, and after hearing this, he asked subconsciously.

"I really convinced you. You are now a red heart to learn." Li Zhou looked around like a thief. Seeing not many people, he carefully took out his phone, tapped twice on the screen, and handed it to Jing. Ci: "Here, this is the post that says you pretend to be a scumbag."

He angrily said: "Originally, the direction was quite normal. Later, I didn't know which idiots were pushing on it. We said that there were a lot of people in our seventh class, and some people opened a gambling round to bet whether you are the first or second to last in the test. "

The original body is also quite famous in the second year of high school. He always handed in blank papers in exams. He is the last to the last time. He also loves to fight and fight. With his iconic yellow hair, many people know him.

Therefore, most people didn't believe him after they heard that he was a real tyrant and false scumbag.

The students in Class 7 saw Jing Ci's performance this month, coupled with their curiosity, and asked Jing Ci a lot of questions through the tower near the water, Jing Ci is good, and then slowly accepted this curious thing.

But the students in other classes didn't know, so after the post, they had developed from mocking Jingci to mocking the entire seventh class.

It turned out to be this post.

Jing Ci took the phone, and since Teacher Liu showed it to him last time, he hasn't paid attention to it anymore.

He turned the page up and down.

[Three hundred and eighty floor: It's worthy of being a dandy class. The IQ of the seventh class has been clearly shown in this post with 360 degrees without dead ends. 】

[Three hundred and ninety-second floor: No, I wondered, can such a ridiculous thing be made up by the people in Class 7? To make a digression, Jing Ci looks handsome after cutting his hair, but his face has nothing to do with IQ. 】

【Four hundred and twelfth floor: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Jingci learning well? I just want to know what learning looks like in the eyes of the people in Class 7? Can you recite ancient poems? Or will it be a quadratic equation of one variable? Ha ha ha ha】

[Four hundred and fifteenth floor: Stupid, my mind is stuck with shit. Jing Ci is good at learning, our class teacher has stamped it, you stupid collective fucking. 】

[Four hundred and twentieth floor: The seventh class teacher? The bear? Hahahahaha, to be honest, I thought he was a physical education teacher at first. 】

[Four hundred and twenty-eighth floor: Jingci learning well? Maybe, he can probably get into the top five hundred in the school this time? puff. 】

[Four hundred and forty-fourth floor: If the total score of Jingci's test can reach 200 points, I will live broadcast! 】

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Rao had already watched it once, but when he watched it again, Li Zhou was still very angry: "If you want me to know who these people are, drag them in the alley after school! If you say anything else, you will attack Old Liu, mom. Slut."

Teacher Liu has a tofu heart and is dedicated to the students, and all the people in Class 7 respect him.

"And this," Li Zhou pointed to the phone screen: "The top five hundred? Damn, our science class has less than five hundred and twenty people in total."

Li Zhou became more angry as he spoke. He took a deep breath and looked at Jing Ci very seriously: "You tell me the truth, Jing Ci, what is your level? Can you enter..."

He hesitated, and cruelly said a ranking he couldn't even think of: "Can there be the top 300?"

The provincial experiment last year’s rate of enrolling in high education was 94%.

This is a terrifying number. Even if Li Zhou is a scumbag, he knows how difficult it is to surpass the school's perversions.

It's been almost a month since Jing Ci has browsed all the content learned in this world's high school, and has done several sets of test papers.

Although the difficulty was greater than what he had studied before, he used to find some interesting science knowledge to learn in his spare time. He had come into contact with many of the content, but it was not difficult for him.

Jing Ci felt that he should be easy to enter the first 50 of the school, but he has always been cautious, and he never yelled in advance before he came out.

He didn't say much, just nodded: "It should be possible."

"Okay!" Li Zhou slapped him on the shoulder: "My buddy will believe you once!"

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the phone in Jing Ci's hand, and quickly typed his reply——

[Five hundred and eighty-second floor: Don't bark, idiots! Jing Ci will definitely make it into the top 300 in this exam! Don't enter my special live broadcast to grab the speaker with Feng Datu! 】

Director Feng Mao, although the name is taken from Fenghua Zhengmao. But obviously, he lived up to such a beautiful meaning. He became bald at a young age. Even if he grew his hair long and combed it all back, he could still see the traces of baldness.

Feng Mao has recently been catching up on models and discipline everywhere, and daring to snatch the speaker with him. That's really a bet on the courage of his life.

As soon as Li Zhou's reply came out, a wave of violence was immediately set off.

【Five hundred and eighty-third floor: The seven sand sculptures upstairs, the identification is correct, I hope you will do what you say. 】

[Five hundred and ninety floor: Looks like there is another good show to watch, hahahahaha, eat melon. 】

[Six hundred floor: Not to mention, the scumbags in Class 7 are really confident hahahahahaha. 】

[6006th floor: Suddenly I can't wait to take an exam, for the first time in my life. 】

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Li Zhou turned over the replies to Jing Ci one by one, staring at him scorchingly: "Brother, this life is on you."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing's expression is complex: "I will work hard."

As the exam approached day by day, more and more people knew about this post, and many people couldn't restrain their curiosity and ran to the seventh class to watch the scene.

Until the exam, Jing Ci was like a panda who had just entered the zoo, surrounded by all kinds of people.

The mid-term exam is at the beginning of November, and the provincial experiment attaches great importance to each exam. For this reason, the holiday at the end of the month has been postponed until after the exam.

In the new teaching building of the provincial experiment, every classroom is monitored. But this is not enough. In order to prevent cheating, it is necessary to switch classrooms during the first and second grade exams.

The exam is in the classroom of the first year of high school, and the exam room for the second year of high school is in the first year of high school.

On the day of the exam, Li Zhou and He Conge were extremely nervous.

"Did you bring the card pen? Where is the black water-based pen?" Li Zhou hurriedly gathered around Jing Ci, like an assistant, helping him check this and that, constantly talking about it.

Zheng Que was also busy following. He was a man who didn't know what to bring for the exam at all. He rummaged through Jing Ci's schoolbag and said, "Is there enough draft paper? Do I need to help you buy another pile? "

The school’s small shop specializes in business, and sells specially tailored draft paper for two yuan per pile, which is very convenient.

"Okay, go all the way." Seeing Jingci was almost stunned by their questions one by one, winning the arrogance one by one, throwing them away impatiently: "What's the matter with you?

He pulled Jing Ci's schoolbag and carried it on his back: "Ready?"

Jing Ci was in the last examination room, the first and twenty-four classes of high school.

Among several people, Zheng Que is the same examination room as him.

"Yeah." Jing Ci stretched out his hand for the schoolbag on his body. Next, "I will carry it by myself."

Ying Jiao dodged a bit, ignored it, raised his foot and walked out: "Let's go then."

"I don't need you, I'll do it myself." Jing Ci followed, reaching out to hold the schoolbag strap and dragging it down.

"Don't make trouble." Ying Jiao grabbed his wrist, turned his head and smiled: "Those Lishi are from Class 24, you can't go by yourself."

Jing Ci's footsteps paused.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Yingjiao dragged him forward: "Brother is here."

Jing Ci looked up at him and explained seriously: "I'm not afraid."

Jing Ci's character is not intimidating, no matter in life or studying, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Even if Li Shi and the others are going to do something this time, as long as he still has a breath, he will always find a chance to return.

"Knowing that you are good, you have a strong temper, let's go." Ying Jiao laughed, turned downstairs, and reminded Jing Ci: "Little students with strong temper, pay attention to the steps."

Jing Ci let go and gave a hum, no longer insisting on carrying his schoolbag.

He porridge followed behind them numbly, right to be blind.

Zheng Que endured and endured it. He couldn't help it anymore. He leaned over and whispered to He Congee: "How do I remember Li Shi was from Class 21."

"It's Class 21." He Cong snorted, "I plan to scare him when I go to their class for the exam."

Zheng Que looked tangled: "That arrogant brother... is that wrong?"

He Conge turned his head and looked at Zheng Que lovingly: "What you don't understand are routines, don't ask."

Zheng Que said "Oh", rubbed his face, and shut up.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: the hero saves the United States this kind of thing is especially suitable for me.

He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "..."