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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Nineteen"

weight="142005"

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

mode = "manual"

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"Hey, little classmate," Ying Jiao suddenly leaned in and looked at him with a chuckle: "Happy?"

The smile at the corner of Jing Ci's lips was too late to take it back.

"Brother helped you bully back." Ying Jiao leaned back on the chair lazily, with the elbow of his right hand leaning on the back, with a smile: "Are you out of breath?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "I'm not angry."

With sharp ears, Zheng Que interrupted when he heard his words, "Jing Ci, you have a very good temper now. If you change this matter today, you can't put the paper on Zhang Jing's face?"

"No," He Zhou leaned over and said with a smile: "You don't know, Brother Jiao killed the Quartet in the examination room today, not to mention Zhang Jing, Feng Dabal couldn't stand it."

He porridge laughed so much that his fat body shook: "I will never forget Feng Datu's expression at the time, hahahahaha, he also read the content of the note twice! Hahahaha."

Peng Chengcheng smiled: "Feng Dabal is also considered a disaster."

Ying Jiao snorted after hearing the words: "They are all pheasants, what sort of baskets are placed in and out of."

Feng Dabal is not a good product either. He was the one who said that the little perverted character was bad in the office that day.

At this moment, Peng Chengcheng couldn't help but laugh, and the classroom of Class 7 was filled with joy for a moment.

The corners of Jingci's lips curled slightly, and to meet Ying Ying Jiao's gaze, he whispered, "Thank you."

Ying Jiao was tickled by his smile. He raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to rub Jing Ci's hair.

Jing Ci quickly avoided.

Ying Jiao remembered his problem of not being able to touch his head, grinded his teeth lightly, and lied without changing his face: "Don't move, there is a piece of confetti on your head."

"Where?" Jing Ci hurriedly stretched out his hand on his head and snored, his soft hair curled up with his movements, trembling and very cute.

"It's not there," Ying Jiao pointed out two pretentiously, and then he reached out and put his hand on Jing Ci's head: "Let you fool around, it's gone..."

He put his palm on Jing Ci's head and rubbed it twice.

Jing Ci was puzzled: "Have you gotten it off yet?"

Ying Jiao glanced at him and smirked: "It's not you who messed around."

Jing Ci didn't dare to move after hearing this.

Facing Yingjiao, he put his hands on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and obediently waiting for him to help himself take the confetti down.

Yingjiao's slender fingers were inserted in Jing Ci's hair, and he was addicted to it. Only then did he reluctantly put down his hand and pretended to make a discarding action: "Okay."

"Thank you." Jing Ci thanked him, then turned to continue to do the question.

He Jiang glanced at Ying Jiao contemptuously, and whispered: "Hey... shameless."

Zheng Que has already covered his eyes: "My arrogant brother...Is this finally stepping off the altar? Very good, very good."

Ying Jiao rubbed his fingers lightly, and went to sleep contentedly.

The exams on the second day were Li Comprehensive and English.

I have taken two exams, enough Jing Ci to figure out the difficulty of the exam.

Before going to the examination room, he deliberately said to Li Zhou: "I will come out early at noon, and then help you beat the meal together, then you can come directly to the cafeteria to find me."

"No, no," Li Zhou quickly shook his head and declined: "It's not anxious to get a meal, you take the exam."

"I have a sense of measure." Jing Ci carried his schoolbag on his back and said: "That's it."

After speaking, he walked directly out of the classroom.

It's impossible to leave Li Zhou alone in the seat.

For a while, I am happy that my friend treats myself well, and for a while, I am afraid that he will fail the exam because of a small loss.

It took a few minutes until all the students for the exam in the first year of high school entered the classroom, and then went to the exam room with pain and joy.

As Jing Ci expected, there was really no difficulty in the analysis. In less than two hours, he had answered all the questions and even checked it again.

There was really nothing to do, he walked out of the examination room in the eyes of the invigilator's contempt.

The two teachers who invigilated the exam this time were the head teachers of the second grade parallel class, and I also knew that the last exam room was basically all students from the seventh class.

A teacher casually put Jingci's paper on the podium, and whispered: "Old Liu is really not easy. If nothing else, I can't teach these students in Class 7."

Another teacher laughed and said, "No, fortunately, Liu has a good physique, which seems to be able to bluff people. Although our classes are not as good as the super-normal and key classes, at least occasionally some people will be in the top two hundred. ..."

He paused and shook his head: "Unlike Old Liu, he took all the bottom of the year."

"Who said no." The teacher who spoke at the beginning sighed and looked at Jing Ci's back: "I have handed in the paper so early, so what kind of paper has to be answered?"

Another teacher said, "Forget it, it's none of our business. I heard a little movement in the North Row. I'll go take a look."

At noon, Li Zhou found Jingci in the most eye-catching position of the cafeteria.

"Are you finished eating?" Li Zhou held up his spoon and looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: "When did you come out?"

Jing Ci counted the time: "It's about eleven o'clock."

"Fuck me!" Li Zhou couldn't help but swear. He threw the spoon into the dinner plate and made a bang. He ran out of food. He pinched Jing Ci's shoulders and shook frantically: "Are you doing nothing again? !is not it?!"

"Sun! Jingci, I am at odds with you!"

Seeing that the eyes of the people around him were not right, Jing Ci quickly pressed him down: "No, I really didn't hand in a blank paper."

Li Zhou didn't believe it: "Then why are you so fast?"

Jing Ci said indifferently, "I will come out after the answer."

The questions are really not difficult for him. Many of them can be answered at a glance, and they don't even need to be calculated on paper.

It’s really hard for Li Zhou to complete the synthesis in two hours. He analyzed it with difficulty in his heart, and finally understood this sentence automatically: Jing Ci answered everything he could do, but he couldn’t do it. There was no other way, so had to give up.

Li Zhou looked at Jing Ci with tears in his eyes, and blamed him for trusting his buddies too much.

Seeing that Jingci is hopeless to get into the top three hundred in this exam, is he really going to grab the speaker with Feng Datu?

The more Li Zhou thought about it, the more sad that he couldn't even eat meat anymore.

As soon as he returned to the classroom, he slumped on the table, no matter how idle Zheng Que was at the same table.

Just as Zheng Que wanted to ask him what was wrong, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Teacher Liu walked in from outside with a black face.

"Ying Jiao, you come out for me!"

Teacher Liu had a fever yesterday and took time off in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, coming to school early in the morning, there is such a surprise waiting for him.

Ying Jiao snorted impatiently, and raised his head lazily from the table: "Is it okay? You won't even be allowed to sleep for a nap. Who can count on the afternoon test?"

Teacher Liu glared at him and ignored him.

Yingjiao grew up in the United Kingdom. For various reasons, he often flies between China and the United Kingdom. English is like his mother tongue.

Can't take a good English exam because you don't take a nap? fart!

"Let's talk about it, what are you doing to bully Teacher Zhang?" Teacher Liu closed the door of the classroom and asked, "Do you know that Teacher Zhang cried yesterday!"

"Crying?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is the mental quality so bad?"

Teacher Liu took an old blood stalk in his throat and almost suffocated his internal injury: "Don't be idle! Give me seriousness! Why on earth?!"

Yingjiao put away the expression on his face and said with a serious face: "I reasonably suspect that Teacher Zhang used improper means to interfere with the legitimate competition between classes."

Teacher Liu cut out his ears in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Yingjiao said what Zhang Jing had done to Jing Ci, and finally said: "Isn't this abusing the teacher's authority nakedly to interfere with the exams of other class students?"

What? Zhang Jing still took a scene to resign?

Teacher Liu really doesn't know this.

He was brainwashed by Yingjiao and almost came to a good job. Fortunately, he reacted before blurting out, and changed his words: "You can't scold the teacher then!"

"When did I scold the teacher?" Yingjiao spread his hands, with an innocent look: "How did I know she would pick it up and look at it."

Teacher Liu couldn't say that, plus he was angry with Zhang Jing, and waved his hand in a dark face: "It's OK, don't play this game with me. I don't know what virtue you are? Let's not take it as an example."

Winning arrogance is optional and nodded.

"Also," Teacher Liu said again: "Jing Ci has been studying very seriously recently, don't you have anything to do with him, have you heard?"

Win arrogant chuckle.

Did not promise or refuse.

The last test was English. Jing Ci finished the test in a hurry, checked it again as usual, put the test papers, and sat quietly in his seat.

This time, he didn't hand in the papers in advance.

Tomorrow will be the end of the month holiday for a total of two days, and the cafeteria will not be open tonight.

The length of the English test for the first year of high school is the same as that of the second year of high school, so even if he turns in the papers in advance, he cannot enter the classroom.

Perhaps because of the immediate holiday, the people in the last examination room were so excited that the invigilator almost couldn't control it. When the bell finally rang at the end of the exam, both the teacher and the students breathed a sigh of relief.

Jing Ci didn't like to squeeze with other people. After everyone was out of the classroom, he took up his schoolbag and walked out. As soon as stepped out, saw Yingjiao facing him, standing in the corridor with one hand in his pocket.

His school uniform jacket was open, and the white T inside was dripping down, and there was a person standing opposite him, desperately apologizing to him.

Because the man turned his back to Jing Ci, Jing Ci didn't recognize who he was at first. It wasn't until he spoke to Jing Ci that Jing Ci suddenly realized that it was Qiao Anyan.

Is there finally an intersection between the two protagonists?

Hearing the movement, Ying Jiao raised his eyes and looked over.

With eyes facing each other, Jing Ci moved his eyes away expressionlessly, turned around and left.

This is also not bad, maybe Yingjiao's attention will be attracted by Qiao Anyan, and he will be able to stay away from the plot.

He rubbed his aching temples, and his feet moved faster.

"Hey you..." Ying Jiao was waiting for Jing Ci here, who knew that this little pervert saw him, as if he hadn't seen him, and left directly.

Yingjiao grinds his teeth lightly, it's really too much to clean up...

He raised his foot to chase, but was stopped by Qiao Anyan.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Qiao Anyan blushed, tied his hands nervously, wanted to touch the arrogant T-shirt but didn't dare: "Can I wash the clothes for you? You, you are Which class? I'll send it to you after it's washed."

Ying Jiao looked down at the large water stain on his body and frowned when he thought that the person in front of him had drunk the water.

"no need."

He doesn't like things that strangers touch him.

Ying Jiao bypassed Qiao Anyan and just walked two steps forward when the corner of his clothes was caught from behind.

"It's all my fault, let me wash it for you," Qiao Anyan looked at Ying Jiao timidly, and kept apologizing: "Otherwise I will be upset..."

The feeling of the wet T-shirt sticking to the body caused a dense layer of goose bumps on Yingjiao's arm. He looked down and watched Qiao Anyan holding his hand and said indifferently: "Let go."

Qiao Anyan kept shaking his head and said stubbornly: "It's all my fault, I..."

"I let you let go."

"No, I'll wash it for you..."

"Get out!" Ying Jiao sneered.

Qiao Anyan was frightened by him and let go unconsciously.

Ying Jiao snorted, seeing Jing Ci's back is almost out of sight, and without even looking at Qiao Anyan, he strode forward to chase after him.