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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Twenty Four"

weight="142027"

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

mode = "manual"

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Originally, if this matter were changed, I guess it would have passed by making a joke or a joke.

It happened that Chen Miaomiao was a stubborn girl, and she was still a little afraid of winning arrogance.

After hearing Yingjiao’s words, before my brain reacted, my body had already subconsciously made an action——

She turned her head and walked to the door of the classroom, and mechanically repeated aloud to the outside: "Jing Ci is on Brother Jiao's lap, so I don't have time to go out!"

When this sound came out, everything was quiet.

The air seemed to be frozen. Whether it was playing cards, games, or chatting, Class 7 looked like a sunflower that found the sun, and looked at Ying Jiao and Jing Ci.

Even the people in the hallway stopped and looked into the classroom of Class 7 with their heads.

After a brief silence, the Qiban bombed.

The boys slapped the table frantically and whistled and booed, while the girls screamed while clutching their chests, almost overturning the ceiling in a loud voice.

The girl holding the love letter's face was stagnant, and then she crumpled the love letter into a ball, stuffed it into her pocket, turned and ran away quickly.

Jing Ci straightened up quickly, holding a tousled dull hair, looking at Ying Jiao in disbelief: "Are you crazy?!"

"What's crazy?" Ying Jiao leaned back on the chair lazily, curled his lips, and said pretentiously: "I'm not doing this for you, or how can you get rid of that girl?"

"But..." Jing Ci faintly felt that something was wrong, but he was able to solve complicated math problems and had no experience with these twists and turns. He lowered his eyes unnaturally and stretched out his hand to fix his hair: "You can't say that. ."

"It's okay," Ying Jiao had just taken advantage of it, and was satisfied, and said, "We two boys, what's wrong with sitting on our laps? Isn't this a normal thing?"

Jing Ci paused for his hand movements, raised his head and emphasized word by word: "I didn't sit on your thigh."

"Just to make an analogy," Ying Jiao chuckles: "Really, it's very normal." He beckoned to He porridge and motioned for him to come over: "If you don't believe me, ask He porridge?"

"Ah...hahaha," He Zhou smiled dryly, and nodded hard under the death threat of Yingjiao: "It's normal, it's normal, boys, it's normal to take off your pants and wear them together."

Where Jing Ci had seen such a battle, he felt embarrassed at first, but now he blushed when He Zhou said this.

Ying Jiao twisted his eyebrows and looked at He Congee, dissatisfied: "Are you insignificant? What are you talking about."

He porridge: "..."

He porridge was so angry that he was so angry that he pointed to the tip of his nose: "Am I wretched?"

For whom is he cheeky saying this? !

The river hasn't crossed, so was in a hurry to demolish the bridge! He porridge was so angry that he flung his sleeves and left.

Ying Jiao turned to Jing Ci, and continued to flicker shamelessly: "I see it, everyone thinks it's nothing."

Jing Ci has never had a particularly close friend. After listening to Yingjiao's explanation, he believed it was true. He reluctantly left those questions behind and nodded.

"I have a few questions to ask you," Yingjiao took out a workbook and put it in front of Jing Ci: "The answer is a bit unintelligible."

Jing Ci's attention was instantly shifted, and he said sternly, "Which question? Show me."

He didn't notice that the other students in Class 7 looked at them both, and they were bright as light bulbs.

In the corridor, the classmates who listened to the ears also expressed emotion in their hearts about the arrogance of Class 7. Everyone who yells about sitting on the thighs knows it, it's incomparable.

Jingci's popularity in school is high, and Yingjiao is not a low-key person. This matter was spread ten by one, and slowly it was a thousand miles away from the original version.

In the end, there was another rumor in the provincial experiment: there is something indescribable between the newcomer in high school and the victory of the school.

Since it is with the school tyrant, not the school flower, then there is a lot of imaginable space in this.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, there are indeed fewer girls who come to hand over love letters to Jing Ci, and the hot eyes that can burn people on the road are gone.

Jing Ci's life finally returned to peace. At most, when he was with Yingjiao, he was discussed privately.

However, no one dared to push in the face of winning arrogance, and Jing Ci didn't know anything.

After seeing that Yingjiao really started to study, Jing Ci made more detailed notes for him. Sometimes he would write down and tell him what learning materials were suitable for him.

Winning arrogance for several years, it is really not easy for him to sit down and study honestly. Several times, he wanted to throw his pen and leave.

But whenever he thought of the huge gap between himself and Jing Ci, and then saw the meticulous and comprehensive notes at hand, he couldn't say anything about giving up.

The state of winning arrogance caught the attention of Teacher Liu. After observing for a few days and found that he was not doing a show, Teacher Liu was pleased and secretly called Jing Ci out.

First, he praised his performance in this exam, and then asked him if he could adapt to the teacher's lecture schedule.

Jing Ci nodded, indicating that everything is fine.

"That..." Teacher Liu remembered the principal's explanation, endured heartache, and said with difficulty: "If you want, you can transfer to an extraordinary class."

The provincial experiment will be divided into liberal arts and sciences in the first semester of high school, and will be reclassified at the same time. Once divided into classes, it is difficult to transfer classes.

Jing Ci's results were so good this time that even the principal was alarmed, and this gave him a special case.

After saying this, Teacher Liu's heart was bleeding. Their seventh class finally had a contender, and in the end everyone was robbing him.

But Mr. Liu couldn't do without notifying Jingci.

If Jing Ci can maintain such results, it would be most appropriate to go to an extraordinary class.

Jing Ci shook his head and refused: "No, I don't want to go."

Jing Ci is a very slow-moving person. Now he has finally joined the group of Class 7 and he doesn't want to change places. What's more, he has basically learned all the content the teacher said, and it is more efficient to review by himself than to listen to it again.

"Well, you can do it by yourself." Teacher Liu desperately suppressed the corners of his lips. After laughing three times in his heart, he changed the subject: "I think Yingjiao has been very motivated to study these days?"

Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, thinking of his performance in winning the arrogance these few days, he definitely said: "Yeah."

Teacher Liu asked again: "You made him the notes he read?"

Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."

Teacher Liu is a little worried: "Will it be a waste of your time?"

"No," Jing Ci explained earnestly: "When taking notes, I can also check the omissions and fill in the vacancies, which is equivalent to reviewing it again."

"That's good, that's good." Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

He has always worried that winning arrogance will affect Jingci's study, and has wanted to change his seat back several times. Now it seems that he was thinking about making things happen.

Ying Jiao did not affect Jing Ci, but Jing Ci affected Ying Jiao.

"Then teacher, please do one thing," Teacher Liu looked into Jing Ci's eyes, and said, "If you have time, help me learn more."

Teacher Liu has read the archives of Yingjiao and knows his grades when he was promoted. He has always felt that he is a pity. But helplessly, every time he talked to Yingjiao, he would go elsewhere without a trace.

Now it's hard to see that there is hope for Yingjiao to change for the better, so where is Teacher Liu willing to let it go.

Jing Ci froze for a moment, and then solemnly promised: "I will."

In the classroom of Class 7, Zheng Que took a bottle of Coke and drank most of the Coke. He opened the chair of Jingci and sat down: "Brother Jiao, we can't go to self-study tonight, right?"

Ying Jiao stopped him and frowned, "Don't sit down."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Que kept his waist arched and his butt hanging in the air, and turned his head awkwardly: "There is something dirty on the chair?"

Yingjiao wrote an answer in the exercise book and lazily said: "Jing Ci doesn't like what others move him."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que looked at him fish-eyedly: "Brother Jiao, don't you think you've been too much lately?"

Ying Jiao sneered, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "What happened? Don't look at me from your perspective, you don't understand."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was speechless: "Let's do it, you can be happy. Tonight in 1982, are you going?"

"Don't go." Ying Jiao frowned and looked at the next question. He tried several methods and failed to make it.

"Is it alright, Brother Jiao," He Zhou came over: "Just leave you alone. Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip, still thinking about the question: "Go ahead."

He Zhou glanced at the exercise book on his desktop, his toothache: "No, you really want to be a good student?"

After this exam, Yingjiao felt like a convulsion, and suddenly began to study.

At first, He Zhou and the others thought he was pretending, but they didn't expect to pass by day by day, he really persisted.

Ying Jiao wiped the drops of water on the corners of his lips and sneered: "What good student? Don't stamp me blindly."

"Then you are..."

He congee was pushed aside by Ying Jiao before he could finish a sentence.

He Cong just wanted to protest, and when he turned his head and saw Jing Ci coming in from outside, he immediately stepped aside.

"Fuck," Yingjiao still didn't answer the question. He rubbed his temples and slapped his pen cursingly.

Why break a few questions and do so complicated?

Jing Ci had just been instructed by Teacher Liu, and when he saw this, he turned to him: "Do you have a headache?"

"Yes," Ying Jiao leaned back on the chair lazily, and looked at him with her lips curled: "Little classmate, what should I do, you help me rub it?"

Jing Ci had gradually become accustomed to his teasing and ignored him when he heard that. He lowered his head and took it out of his bookshelf, took out a bottle of Fengyou Essence and handed it over: "Here."

This was given to him by Li Zhou a few days ago, saying that he saw many students in supernormal classes using it. Worried that Jingci could be used, so bought a bottle along with it.

Ying Jiao took it and raised his eyebrows: "How do you use this stuff?"

He unscrewed the bottle cap, reached under his nose and sniffed, then raised his eyebrows: "I'm going, it smells so big."

"It's not like that," Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled and instructed him: "Put it on your finger and then apply it on the temple. It is said to work well."

"Really?" Ying Jiao heard the words, erected the bottle and fell down. He moved too much, and most of the Fengyoujing in the bottle disappeared all at once. The green liquid followed his fingers and sparsely fell to the ground.

Jing Ci felt a little distressed: "You are too much, less."

Ying Jiao was suffocated in his heart, put Fengyoujing on the table, and said: "Why don't you do it, can you help me?"

Jing Ci looked at the small puddle of liquid on the ground, tangled, and nodded.

He couldn't bear to waste it, so he didn't pour it out of the bottle anymore. Instead, he stretched out a finger and rubbed it against Yingjiao's hand that was soaked in spirit, "You lower it."

Ying Jiao lowered his head obediently, and consciously tucked up the hair on his forehead.

Jing Ci carefully painted one temple for him, and then turned to the other side.

Ying Jiao looked down at his serious appearance and chuckled, "Hey, little classmate."

"Um?"

"He congee asked me to study at night and go out to play."

Jing Ci's movements stopped and looked up at him: "It's not good to skip class." He paused, and added: "Your task today has not been completed yet."

With the current situation of Yingjiao, it is not suitable to follow the teacher. Jing Ci not only explained to him the knowledge in the textbook, but also chose an additional exercise book for him to do. There is a certain amount every day, and after finishing it, I will help him to correct it.

Find the wrong place and write it down in a notebook, and focus on it.

After both temples were wiped, Jing Ci stopped his hands and screwed on the lid of Fengyoujing: "Okay."

Ying Jiao looked at him softly: "Thank you, little classmate."

Jing Ci took out a tissue and wiped his hands, and said lightly, "You're welcome."

After hesitating, he asked Yingjiao: "Are you really going to skip class?"

"Where?" Yingjiao turned his pen skillfully: "Am I that kind of person."

He raised his eyes to look at He Congee and Zheng Que, curling his lips, Sao Li said in a sulky manner: "Have you heard that, our little classmates won't let me go, don't go."

The author has something to say: Little theater, Yingjiao: Just kidding, I never skip class, it's not the same as He congee and others.