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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Eighteen"

weight="142004"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci was originally the focus of the whole class. After being engaged by Yingjiao, almost everyone in the classroom focused on two people.

The boys in the back row frantically patted the table, whistled and booed.

The girls also leaned together and bit their ears, looking at the two people's eyes brightly.

Jing Ci's cheeks were hot, embarrassing and shy, he stared at Ying Jiao fiercely: "You let me go!"

Ying Jiao snorted and laughed: "What's the matter? Didn't you say you can hold it?"

Jing Ci immediately retorted: "I don't have one!"

He porridge looked at him tremblingly for a long time, and finally couldn't help it. He pulled it carefully to win Jiao: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ci has to take an exam in the afternoon."

Ying Jiao gave him a cold look: "I won't take the exam?"

Can it be the same?

Before He Congee said these words, Zheng Que said on the side: "Yes, yes, brother Jiao, let's talk about anything after the exam. Jing Ci was bullied by the old witch today..."

Ying Jiao looked at him suddenly: "Who?"

Zheng Que honestly told the scene that happened in the morning, and said: "You don't know, if Jing Ci hides quickly, half of the paper will be discarded."

"You're really promising," Ying Jiao's right hand pressed hard and looked at Jing Ci faintly: "What did I say this morning? Wouldn't you say a word after being bullied?"

He grinds his teeth lightly: "He will work hard with me."

"It's okay," Jing Ci struggled for a while, seeing that he couldn't break free, so he didn't move at all. Speaking of Zhang Jing, his tone was still calm: "After the results come out, use the results to speak."

"You are magnanimous." Ying Jiao sneered, shook Jing Ci's hand with his fingers, and let go.

"There will be another time..." he said vaguely: "Look at how I clean up you."

Jing Ci didn't understand what he meant, and was too lazy to delve into it. After Yingjiao let go, he shook the some numb fingers he was holding, and lay on the table to make up for it.

In the afternoon, the test was for mathematics. This time, the invigilator in the Jingci examination room was not Zhang Jing, but two male teachers.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ci wrote the class name as usual before starting to browse the questions.

The test papers are not difficult, even simple for Jing Ci.

Jing Ci picked up the pen and started to answer the question with confidence.

Coincidentally, this time Zhang Jing happened to be the invigilator in the winning exam room.

Zhang Jing still has that rhetoric

"You give me an honest test! If I find cheating, it's trivial to remember a major demerit!"

"I don't usually work hard, what's the use of hard work during exams!"

He porridge and Yingjiao are an examination room. As soon as Zhang Jing appeared, he secretly shouted badly.

At noon, when Zhang Jing was about to do Jing Ci, Ying Jiao's face turned black like the bottom of a pot.

He Zhou was still thinking about it at the time, but fortunately they didn't usually meet Zhang Jing, an old witch. Never thought that people are not as good as the heavens. It was so coincidental that Zhang Jing became their invigilator.

Looking at Zhang Jing's time looking down and counting the test papers, He Conge cats his waist and slips quietly to the side of Yingjiao, looking at him with a complex expression: "Brother Jiao, take your time."

Ying Jiao looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

"What are you doing that student?" He Zhou was fat and wide, with very obvious goals. Zhang Jing had sharp eyes and saw him at a glance. She was furious: "Do you want to take the exam? Get out if you don't want to take it!"

He Cong glanced at her coldly, walked back to his position, and energetically pulled the chair away. He moved too much, and the table he was driving moved. The legs of the table rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

"Who did you throw it to?" Zhang Jing immediately came to him like a cockfight: "Which class are you in? What attitude!"

He porridge squinted his swollen eyes and looked up at her: "Seventh class, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jing sneered, "Why don't you pull the chair?"

He porridge smirked: "Yeah, how about I get up, and the teacher will pull me a little bit and be a demonstration?"

"You!" Zhang Jing flushed with anger, pointed at He porridge, and just about to swear, the male teacher who was invigorating the exam with her walked over: "Forget it, Teacher Zhang, it's time for the exam."

Zhang Jing didn't want to bear it, but on second thought, many of these students in Class 7 are very backgrounded at home. It is nothing to say a word or two. If you really make a big deal about this little thing, it will not end well.

She cast an angry look at He porridge, and reluctantly raised her foot back to the podium.

Yingjiao and their class 7 occupied a lot of people in this examination room. These people read the math papers as if they were reading a book. They filled out multiple-choice questions indiscriminately, picked a few simple ones, and slept on the table.

The atmosphere in the examination room is very peaceful.

Zhang Jing sat on the podium and stared at it, not relaxing for a second.

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and glanced at her, tore off a small piece of paper from the draft paper, bit off the cap and wrote a few words on it, forming a ball, and tossing it slowly into the aisle.

Zhang Jing stood up, consciously finally caught the cheating person, stepped on high heels arrogantly, and stooped to pick up the little piece of paper.

The corners of Yingjiao's mouth were slightly raised.

He Zhou was obliquely behind him. He had seen his movements long ago, and he was suddenly impatient.

I thought to myself whether Brother Jiao was stupid and laughed when he was caught cheating.

Is this the time to laugh? !

Shouldn't it rush up and grab the note first before talking? !

He porridge was spinning around in that anxious state, but Zhang Jing was very satisfied.

I finally caught a typical example. These poor students are used to it. If meet her early, will be sure to put these dry meals together and obediently.

As Zhang Jing thought, she unfolded the paper ball.

Then the next second, her face turned green.

The paper strip is not very tightly crumpled, and there are not many wrinkles on it. On the white and smooth paper, wrote five big characters with a black water-based pen: Who sees who is stupid.

Zhang Jing paled with anger and trembling all over.

"You..." She pointed to Ying Jiao, her lips trembled and she couldn't say a word.

The male teacher who was proctoring the exam with her came over when he saw this.

"What's the matter? Really cheated? Hey, Teacher Zhang, don't..." The following words stopped abruptly when they saw the content on the note.

He looked at Ying Jiao with a complex expression, and was speechless.

"You..." Zhang Jing finally relieved her anger, and angrily asked Ying Jiao, "Which class are you in? What's your name? Stand up for me!"

Ying Jiao sat still on the chair and smiled at Zhang Jing: "Ying Jiao in the second and seventh high school class. What's wrong? It's okay. I'm going to continue the exam."

Zhang Jing almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood. She shook her hands and patted the note on the table of Yingjiao, shouting hoarsely: "Is this yours? Is it?!"

"Yes." Yingjiao continued to smile: "Teacher, I didn't cheat."

Yes! Didn't cheat, but scolded her!

Zhang Jing stretched out her hand to try to win the arrogance: "You, you give me out!"

Ying Jiao ducked away from her hand and raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

Zhang Jing had something to say, the door of the examination room was suddenly pushed open, and Feng Mao walked in with a few teachers.

When he was touring the examination room, he heard Zhang Jing's roar from far away: "What happened?"

"Director!" Zhang Jing suddenly seemed to have found a backer, ran to Feng Mao, and handed the note to him: "Look! Look! The students in Class 7 are all in the examination room. What are you doing here?!"

"Okay, were you caught for cheating?" Feng Mao took the note and glanced down with a sneer, "Let me see what was written on the note..."

Before Zhang Jing could stop him, he squinted his eyes and said slowly: "Who sees who is stupid..."

"Who sees who is stupid?!"

Feng Mao's face was also green.

For a while, the needle fell in the classroom.

Immediately afterwards, puff puff puff laughed uncontrollably from all directions, and the teachers behind Feng Mao couldn't help but turn their heads and hold back their smiles.

He porridge blushed with a suffocated smile and gave a thumbs up in a sincere manner to win arrogance.

Sao is still arrogant brother Sao.

"Whose is it?! Who is this?!" Feng Mao gritted his teeth: "Stand up for me! I..."

"My, what's the matter?" Yingjiao stood up, raised his eyes and glanced at him: "I cheated?"

The moment Feng Mao saw his face, his eyelids jumped.

Why is it him again? !

Why is it still him? !

Why is it always him? !

Zhang Jing was still babbling in her ears: "Such students must be punished! What, what is the test..."

Feng Mao was so annoyed that he would slap her backhand!

Even if you see it by yourself, show him the note!

Isn't this deliberately cheating him? !

Feng Mao took a deep breath and looked at Yingjiao: "You... come out."

"I haven't finished my paper yet," Ying Jiao lazily leaned against the wall: "What if I can't finish it and lower the average score of our class?"

Feng Maoxin said, the average score of your class is still used to lower it!

But he was always inexplicable against Yingjiao. After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Jing let the matter go lightly in the incredulous gaze: "Okay, then you take the exam and don't do these little tricks anymore. Yes. But this is not over, I will tell you the head teacher!"

After speaking, as if being kicked by a dog, he turned around and left.

Ying Jiao Shi Ran sat down, turned the pen in his right hand leisurely, and smiled provocatively at Zhang Jing's angry gaze, and threw Zhang Jing down in anger.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha its surface taken up with Zhang Jing's face was green.

He congee was a horrible person. After the exam, he returned to the classroom and told Zheng Que and the others about the matter.

"Hahahahahahaha, damn it, it's too nasty, too nasty." Zheng Que clutched his stomach and hiccups with a laugh: "Zhang Jing is estimated to be blown up with anger, hahahahaha, it's amazing."

Peng Chengcheng couldn't stretch it anymore, grinning wildly.

When the others in Class 7 heard about it, they laughed frantically.

Jing Ci was originally doing a question quietly in his seat. Hearing Yingjiao's sorrowful operation, thinking about the appearance of him lazily throwing a note, he slightly curled his lips unconsciously.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: fish is really good to catch.