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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Twenty Five"

weight="142033"

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

mode = "manual"

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He porridge Zheng Que: ".................."

Walking this way, Peng Chengcheng, who was about to persuade him: "..."

Peng Chengcheng paused suspiciously, and then backed away blankly.

He Conge took a deep breath, glanced at Jing Ci who was reading a book beside him, and said vaguely, "No, Brother Jiao, can't you be more reserved?"

Zheng Que put his right hand on He Congee's shoulder, and looked at Ying Jiao with a blind eye: "Brother Jiao, if you want to do this again, I'll fall in love in a hurry!"

It's the same as who can't show off, fuck!

This kind of person hasn't gotten it yet!

"You?" Ying Jiao bit his pen, slowly turned a page of the exercise book in his hand, and sneered: "What makes you feel that you are someone else? Is it envy? Or is it jealous?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Ying Jiao glanced at Zheng Que pityingly: "If you are really jealous, go and believe in religion."

Zheng Que was stunned. He didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed so quickly. He was puzzled: "Huh?"

Ying Jiao hooked his lips and smiled very owingly: "At least he is in charge."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was furious, and pushed He porridge away and pounced at Ying Jiao: "Ying Jiao! My day, your uncle!!!"

"What are you doing," Ying Jiao lightly blocked him, frowning and straightening the desk that was being touched by Zheng Que: "Our little classmates didn't see it while studying? As for the scumbag, he must have the consciousness of the scumbag. , Don’t always trouble others, okay?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que: "Fuck!"

Zheng Que wiped his face, pulled He porridge and turned around and left.

Seeing this, Peng Chengcheng also followed out.

"Tell the truth," He porridge turned his head to look at Zheng Que in the corridor: "Old Zheng, has the biology teacher said, is there still a sorrow pulse in the human body? I always suspect that Brother Jiao has gotten through this one. Pulse. This gave him the wave, and our seventh class is almost unable to hold him."

Zheng Que had a toothache on his face: "How did Jing Ci stand him?"

He said, wondering: "No, I don’t understand it. Two months ago, didn’t Jiao still scold Jingci every day for pervert? And let none of us prescribe Jingci’s name in front of him? suddenly……"

Several people came out of the teaching building. He porridge looked around. Seeing that there was no teacher around, he fetched a cigarette from his pocket, he chuckled, and summed up: "You can trust the man, and the sow can go up the tree."

During this period of time, because Jing Ci was ranked No. 1 in the whole year in the exam, the greatest pleasure of He Zhou was to go to the forum to browse posts related to Jing Ci. The mood was so good that he didn’t even care about making troubles. On it.

But after a long time, they can't sit still, and they have today's proposal.

Even if they can't get out, they haven't been able to dispel their enthusiasm for skipping classes. A few people wanted to escape for a night to study. They were so angry that they didn't want to go back. They walked directly to the wall on the west side of the school.

At the beginning, it was the place where Class 7 took takeout. Over time, it developed a new use: skip classes.

He Zhe and they touched it quietly, but they didn't expect to meet a group of people who wanted to skip class just like them.

"Fuck, Qiao Anyan is owed a beating!" A man scolded as he crawled up the wall: "Did you see his eyes when I said I was going to skip class? I just fucked, what is my turn? Does he look down?"

The next boy in a black skull jacket rubbed his hands, grabbed a bulge on the wall, and said: "People are awesome now, isn't our head teacher praise him every day? What prodigal son is turning back, is our role model? , Of course I look down on those of us who don’t seek to make progress.”

The first person snorted disdainfully: "Model? Just what scores he took in the mid-term exam? What did he say before, I can recite this, and that one can recite, and the result is a prototype as soon as the test is taken."

The black jacket was grinning, and was about to say something, when he glanced at someone behind him, he immediately turned his head vigilantly.

Seeing that it was not the teacher, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved hello to He Zhou and the others, jumped off the wall proficiently and walked away.

"The Qiao Anyan they said was the one who fought with Jing Ci?" He Zhou turned around and asked Peng Chengcheng, "He also started to study hard?"

Peng Chengcheng nodded: "It's him."

"He..." Zheng Que chuckled: "I was also infected by Jing Ci's academic spirit."

"and also?"

Zheng Que chong the direction of the teaching building. "There is also a proud brother."

"Don't mention him." He porridge crawled up the wall, "isn't it good to skip class?"

Zheng Que patted his forehead: "Blame me, not mention it."

Several people said, hurriedly over the wall and left the school.

At this moment, Qiao Anyan, who was being discussed by them, was sitting in his seat, looking at a language book with a pale face.

wrong! Everything is wrong!

After rebirth, Qiao Anyan found that his memory and comprehension skills had become very good.

Obviously, he hadn't been exposed to high school textbooks for many years, but he could understand what the teacher said. What needs to be recited is that you can remember all of it after reading it a few times.

After the initial shock, there was a huge surprise. Who doesn't like golden fingers falling from the sky?

In the first month of his rebirth, Qiao Anyan was proud and vowed that he would make a blockbuster in the midterm exam.

However, he never expected that from the beginning of the exam, his head became as chaotic as before being reborn.

Obviously it was memorized, but didn't think of a word.

He was familiar with the questions on the test paper, but he just couldn't do it.

After the results of the mid-term exam came out, Qiao Anyan not only failed to get the expected good results, but directly fell to the bottom of the year.

He thought that the exam was just that he was not in good condition, but as the day passed, Qiao Anyan was horrified to find that his head never recovered.

Qiao Anyan was very irritable every time he heard the teacher praise him for being diligent and conscientious.

What he wants is to slap his face quickly, turn over and attack, instead of screaming like an old scalper, studying hard every day.

Qiao Anyan clenched the textbook in his hand, his face gloomy as if dripping water.

In his previous life, he lived at the bottom of the society, working hard for a salary of two to three thousand yuan a month.

In this life, he must take a good university entrance exam and take a completely different path from before!

Since God reborn him, there must be a reason, he will never admit defeat!

In the classroom of Class 7, Jing Ci, who was working on a math problem, suddenly felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. He felt a sudden pain, and instantly couldn't remember the idea of ​​solving the problem he had just thought of.

He put down the pen in a daze, raised his hand and tapped on his temple.

But the pain just now seemed to be an illusion, it only appeared for a moment, and didn't feel it again.

Jing Ci didn't care. He picked up the pen and was about to continue working on the problem. Ying Jiao suddenly pushed a paper over: "Little classmate, I'm done."

This is a set of biological scrolls, a task assigned to him by Jing Ci.

Jing Ci raised his head and glanced at the wall clock, no more, no less, Ying Jiao just used the length of time written on the paper.

"I'll take a look at it for you." Jing Ci straightened the paper, changed a red ink pen, bowed his head and began to review the paper.

Yingjiao leaned back in his chair idly, leaning back slightly, looking at the big red letters above the blackboard, and sighed sincerely: "Happy to learn, think, work hard, these eight words are just tailor-made for me. of."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci moved aside and ignored him.

He really couldn't figure out how anyone would be able to show off a flower on his own.

Jing Ci wanted to reduce his sense of existence, but Ying Jiao didn't intend to let him go.

He turned his head and looked at Jing Ci: "Little classmate, do you have anything to say to me?"

Jing Ci was taken aback: "Huh?"

Yingjiao turned sideways, squeezed his chin with his hand, and looked down at him: "I refused to go out with He Conge and the others and stay with you in the classroom. Don't you say anything?"

Jing Ci corrected him: "It's not to accompany me, it's to study."

"Who said that?" With a cynical smile on Yingjiao's face, he lazily said, "I would be here now without you?"

He leaned over and chuckled: "So at this time, should you praise me? For example, Yingjiao is so awesome and amazing."

Jing Ci's pen tip crooked, and he drew a diagonal line on the paper uncontrollably.

He looked away from Yingjiao, and pushed his face to the side: "Don't talk in self-study class."

"Just the self-study class in our class?" Ying Jiao glanced in the class and sneered.

Tonight, with He congee and the others taking the lead, the other people in Class 7 also followed the troubled waters to fish. Therefore, during the evening self-study, most of the classroom in Class 7 was empty.

Most of the people left are not studying, either playing games like crazy with earphones or getting together to chat and gossip. If it weren't for the lack of melon seeds and peanuts, it would be no different from a tea party.

Jing Ci pretended not to hear Yingjiao's words, and finished the multiple-choice questions in the front, turned the test paper over, and continued to criticize the latter questions.

However, when his gaze fell on the answer behind the first question, it instantly froze.

He thought he was wrong, so he closed his eyes on purpose. But when I opened my eyes again, I saw the same thing.

That is a biological fill-in-the-blank question.

It is required to write one of the five major categories of plant hormones: the role of abscisic acid. Just write three points in the following remarks.

And Yingjiao's answer is really three points, the three genuine little dots are arranged neatly and uniformly on the horizontal line. Xu was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly, so he painted a little bigger intimately.

Jing Ci: "..."

"What is this?" Jing Ci pointed to the three small dots: "This is the answer you filled in?"

Ying Jiao leaned over and took a look, and said confidently, "Yes."

"You call this the answer?"

Yingjiao's right arm was slanted on the chair, and he said, "Didn't it ask for three points? Am I wrong?"

Jing Ci looked at him blankly: "It is for you to write three points, not three points."

Ying Jiao hooked his lips and said casually: "Is it? Then this question is too rigorous, misleading me."

Jing Ci took a deep breath, telling himself not to be like him: "Can you be more serious?"

"Yes," Ying Jiao laughed, stretched out his hand and squeezed his face: "Don't be angry, I was joking with you, this question really won't be possible."

Jing Ci slapped his hand away with a cold face, pulled out the biology book from the bookshelf, quickly turned to a certain page, and pointed to the page to signal that Ying Jiao would take a look: "Here."

He said seriously: "Biology is different from other subjects. Recitation occupies a large part. You should read the textbook more and memorize the contents of the textbook, so that many questions will be easily solved."

"Okay," Ying Jiao Xiaoshen glanced over and chuckled: "I listen to you, I..." He was halfway through his speech, and suddenly he was silent.

Jing Ci thought he had seen something he didn't understand, so he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yingjiao moved his nose and asked him, "Have you changed your shampoo?"

Jing Ci was startled suddenly: "How do you know?"

He only bought the shampoo at the small shop last night, and this is the first time he used it today.

"Smell it," Ying Jiao leaned slightly, lowered his head, with his tall nose pressed against Jing Ci's hair, and smiled: "Last time it was lemon, what is it this time? Mint?"

With his face close at hand, his breath gently brushed Jing Ci's cheek, causing a tingling itch.

Jing Ci bounced away from him quickly and moved away from him. He looked down unnaturally and said, "I don't know, I didn't pay attention when I bought it."

"How can I not know, or..." Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "You want me to smell it myself?" He paused and blew a hooligan whistle lazily: "Little classmate, very scheming what."

Jing Ci's cheeks flushed and he stared at him angrily: "I didn't pay attention or not! Does any smell have anything to do with you?!"

Ying Jiao smiled, and lowered his head to his ear and whispered softly: "Why don't it matter to me? We are so close every day, isn't this smell for me."

The author has something to say: a small theater, Yingjiao smiles: Don’t say that Yingjiao’s brother is great, right? Next time, he won’t be in the classroom anymore.

I climbed up to explain, not stealing your brains, your brains are so big, you will not abuse, there is no abuse!