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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Twenty Seven"

weight="142041"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci stared at Ying Jiao in a daze.

He seemed to have done something that couldn't be more natural. After saying a word, he continued to lower his head and peel the chestnuts.

The slender fingers were slightly hardened, and they were gently snapped from the opening, and the chubby chestnut flesh was exposed.

"Stupid?" Seeing Jingci stared at him blankly, Ying Jiao chuckles, and poked his cheek that puffed up a small bag: "Quickly eat, it's okay. You look back, everyone Are eating breakfast."

The touch on his cheeks made Jing Ci regain his senses. He turned his head a little flustered, chewed the chestnuts in his mouth twice, and said vaguely, "Thank you."

"What's so grateful for," Ying Jiao Shi laughed, and handed him the peeled chestnut meat: "You read the book and I will peel it for you."

"No," Jing Ci swallowed the chestnut meat in his mouth and shook his head: "I'll do it myself."

"Be obedient, don't be polite to me." Yingjiao took a paper towel from the hole in the table and spread it on the table. While talking to Jing Ci, he put the peeled chestnuts on it: "The competition is about to begin. tight."

Knowing that Jingci had joined the math competition class, Yingjiao deliberately checked it out and learned that the math competition had already started registration in mid-to-late December, and it would be one month away.

He smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't delay memorizing the text and peeling the chestnuts, otherwise I will show you live?"

Yingjiao has worked very hard recently. Jing Ci has listed all the content that needs to be recited from the first year of high school to the present, and he is almost finished.

Without waiting for Jing Ci to speak, he continued: "What's the first sentence of Changsha in Qinyuanchun? Are you starting your brother?"

Jingci lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Independent cold autumn..."

Yingjiao continued without pause: "Go north from Xiangjiang, Juzizhoutou..."

Jing Ci lowered his head and continued to do the question.

On the table is his favorite math book. Outside the window, the morning sun shines through the glass, casting a dazzling light and shadow in the classroom.

The breeze moved the white curtains of the window, and the voice of Ying Jiao reciting softly came from my ears.

On hand, the chestnuts he gave were sweet and glutinous, within reach.

Having decided to go to the competition class, Jing Ci still has classes during the day, except that he no longer sits in his seat for self-study after supper, but packs up his things and prepares to go to the small classroom.

The small classroom is in the second teaching building, which is farther from the dormitory than the teaching one. Jing Ci went to class for the first time, and he was not sure if the teacher would leave the class on time, so before leaving, he deliberately went to Li Zhou's seat so that he could go back to the dormitory without waiting for himself after school.

Li Zhou readily agreed.

When Jing Ci arrived in the small classroom, there were already a few people sitting sparsely.

It was still early to class time, and everyone was not studying, but chatting together, suddenly seeing his face like a freshman, they all looked over at once.

Jing Ci is now considered a celebrity in the provincial experiment. After recognizing him, there was a faint thief from below.

Jing Ci ignored the comments, stood calmly in front of him, looked down, picked a forward position, and was about to walk over. A handsome boy with black-rimmed glasses suddenly waved at him. : "Jing Ci!"

"Huh?" Jing Ci stopped and looked at him.

"Come and sit here," the boy took away the schoolbag on the chair next to him, and randomly stuffed it into the hole in the table: "I have no one at the same table."

It doesn't make any difference to Jing Ci where he sits, not to mention that he was kindly invited.

Jing Ci nodded and sat down, "Thank you."

"Hehehe," the boy laughed excitedly, and introduced himself familiarly: "My name is Zhou Chao, I have long wanted to know you."

Zhou Chao is the third grade in this midterm exam, with a total score of 720, in the second class of high school.

"You're really amazing," Zhou Chao looked at Jingci admiringly: "How did you get a full score in the test? The third question of the last big question in physics, I finally made it, but the answer was still wrong. ."

"It's nothing," Jing Ci shared his test experience with Zhou Chao: "I usually check the questions after I finish the questions, and sometimes I can find the mistakes."

"Then I will do the same next time. I'm just impatient to check." Zhou Chao scratched his head, looked around, and leaned over to the scene and said in a low voice: "I guessed you would come to the competition class. I didn't expect you too. I chose mathematics, but our school competition results are not good..."

Jing Ci turned to him and listened carefully.

Zhou Chao continued: "Last year, our entire province won the first prize in the mathematics competition. It seems that there were only 30 people. Our school accounted for one-third, but..."

He paused, stretched out his hand to compare, and his voice became even lower: "Just one person entered the national competition. He is a senior in high school. He is from elementary school to college in Olympiad. It is not as good as physics and chemistry. These two subjects are at least Three people entered the national competition."

Zhou Chao shook his head: "So Mr. Zhao has been drinking chrysanthemum tea every day to reduce the fire, so I am afraid that we will have another single seedling in this year's national competition."

Upon hearing this, Jing Ci nodded thoughtfully.

He remembers that in his previous life, there were about fifty places for the first prize in the annual mathematics competition in their province. In contrast, Donghae Province is really much weaker in terms of competition.

The two of them were talking, and a group of people headed by Jiang Chong came in.

Zhou Chao's seat is in the second row of the middle row, which is very conspicuous. As soon as Jiang Chong stepped into the classroom, he saw Jing Ci next to him, and stopped in a moment.

After returning home last night, he trembled for a long time, for fear that Ying Jiao would bring someone to the dormitory to beat him. It was easy to survive one night and one day, and saw that Yingjiao hadn't been moving, so he gave a little bit of a snack.

Unexpectedly, Yingjiao never met again, but saw Jing Ci in the small classroom.

Thinking of what he said last night, Jiang Chong's face suddenly became hot.

He hurriedly looked away, stiffened and walked quickly to his seat.

He kept trying to find face for himself. Even if Jing Ci came to the competition class, he was about to start the competition. He was a person who had never studied Mathematical Olympiad before, and he could only get enough results.

Although he lost in the mid-term exam, he will definitely find it back in the competition in this place!

As soon as Jiang Chong sat down on the front foot, Teacher Zhao came on the back foot.

He glanced down, his eyes staying on Jing Ci for two more seconds. While flipping through the papers, he said: "A new classmate in our class came over today, and everyone has seen it. I won't introduce it. I believe no one in our provincial experiment doesn't know Jingci, right?"

Zhao Feng smiled: "To welcome the new classmates, let's take a test today."

He divides the paper in his hand into three parts and sends them to the first students in each row in turn: "Post it back, this time is a mock competition, and the time is 100 minutes."

They are all top students among top students, and Zhao Feng did not specifically emphasize examination discipline. After the papers were sent to each student, he turned around and reminded a few students who still had books on their desks. Finally, he stopped by Jing Ci and said kindly: "Don't be under pressure, you can't answer well. It’s okay, the teacher just wants to see where your starting point is."

Jing Ci nodded, indicating that he knew it.

After saying what he wanted to say, Zhao Feng was afraid to interrupt him to do the question, so he didn't stay by his side anymore, and quickly walked onto the podium.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ci didn't rush to do the questions, but browsed it first.

This set of test papers has a full score of 120 points, with eight fill-in-the-blank questions and three answer questions.

In his previous life, Jing Ci did not systematically learn Mathematical Olympiad, but he often taught himself because of his interest. After being discovered by the class teacher, he did not use the self-study class to read Mathematical Olympiad anymore, so a few questions above were completely unfamiliar to him.

Jing Ci is not nervous, but a little excited. The more the new question type, the more it can arouse his interest.

With a high concentration of energy, Jing Ci couldn't even feel the passage of time until Teacher Zhao announced on the podium that the time was up and asked them to put down their pens.

"Don't write," Teacher Zhao collected the test papers and rationalized: "When you are in a formal competition, you must stop writing if you want to stop writing. If you want to write more? The results will be invalidated for you."

Having said that, Teacher Zhao sighed. Sometimes, he really didn't want to take math competition classes anymore. Every year have to work hard, and can't get results every year.

"Okay, let's start the lecture below. If you have to go to the bathroom, go and return soon." Teacher Zhao put the papers and opened the book in his hand. In front of the writing on the blackboard, he deliberately glanced in the direction of Jing Ci, and saw that he and Zhou Chao were reading a book, and then turned around with confidence.

Compared with Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhao's rhythm is more suitable for Jing Ci. He listened to this class with great gusto, and was still a little bit unsatisfied by the end of the class.

The same is true for Zhou Chao. He zips up his schoolbag and asks Jing Ci as he walks out, "Are you living on campus?"

Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."

"Hey? Me too!" Zhou Chao's eyes lit up suddenly, "Shall we go back together tonight? Which dormitory do you live in?"

"Okay," Jing Ci opened the door and signaled Zhou Chao to go first: "I live in 301, how about you?"

"Three Eighteen."

"That's pretty close." Jing Ci glanced back and saw that there was no one in the classroom, so he turned off the lights and closed the door carefully.

After doing all this, he turned around and was about to move forward. When he raised his head, he met Ying Jiao's smiling eyes.

He was taken aback: "Why are you here?"

Ying Jiao walked over, reached out his hand to take his schoolbag over, and carried it on his body: "Come and send an umbrella to our little classmate." He pointed to the window in the corridor and motioned Jing Ci to look outside: "It's raining." NS."

Jing Ci looked through the glass window, and it really rained. The rain is not heavy, and it is pattering, but in winter, it is easy to get sick when getting wet.

Jing Ci looked down and asked softly: "Are you staying at school tonight?"

Ying Jiao let out a "um" and stretched out his hand to drag Jing Ci to his side, reminding him: "Be careful, there is someone in front."

Jing Ci nodded to indicate that he knew it, and looked back: "Zhou Chao, let's go."

Ying Jiao frowned and followed his gaze. Where did Zhou Chao come from?

"That..." Zhou Chao was all hairy by Ying Jiao, he swallowed dryly, and hugged the schoolbag in his arms tightly: "You go first, you go first, I saw my roommate, I'll wait for him. "

Going back to the dormitory with the school boss is really challenging his courage, he chooses to sneak! !

"That's OK, we'll see you tomorrow." Jing Cixin thought it was true, smiled at him, and walked out of the second teaching building side by side with Yingjiao.

The moment he left the house, Ying Jiao opened the umbrella in his hand and took Jing Ci's shoulders and brought him to his side: "Get closer to me."

Jing Ci moved his fingers, and didn't push him away as before.

Already at the end of November, the temperature has dropped a lot, and it will be even worse if it rains again.

In front of Yingjiao and Jingci walked two girls who shared an umbrella. One girl shrank her shoulders and shouted, "It's too cold, too cold! I'm freezing to death."

Another girl echoed: "I'm too cold, what kind of weather, a second from summer to winter, there is no autumn!"

The first girl put on a tremolo when she spoke: "I think I can't hold on to the dormitory anymore, damn!"

The other girl thought for a while, tightened the umbrella in her hand, and moved her elbow in her direction: "Come on, you hold me, it won't be cold anymore!"

Upon hearing the words, the first girl immediately moved over and hugged her arm.

"Hey, lightly, the umbrella was crooked by you..."

The girls were still talking in low voices, behind, Ying Jiao had a panoramic view of the movements of the two of them, and raised her lips with interest.

He looked sideways at Jing Ci, chuckled and asked, "Little classmate, are you cold?"

Jing Ci didn't have as many intestines as he did, and he nodded honestly after hearing the words: "It's a bit cold."

Winter, especially the rainy winter, is comparable to a chemical attack, and you can’t prevent it no matter how much you wear.

Ying Jiao smiled slightly, raised his right hand holding the umbrella slightly, stretched his left hand forward, took Jing Ci's arm, turned around and pulled hard——

Unprepared, Jing Ci staggered and fell directly into his arms.

The tiny raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a pattering sound.Under the big umbrella, Ying Jiao put his arms around Jing Ci, unzipped the zipper of his school uniform jacket to wrap him, and whispered in his ear: "Brother, it won't be cold anymore."