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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Thirty One"

weight="142052"

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

mode = "manual"

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Zhou Chao stretched out his hand to cover Jing Ci's mouth viciously: "You shut up for me! Don't talk!"

They were sitting in the second row of the middle row, almost under the teacher's nose, the goal was very obvious. Teacher Zhao took a look at Zhou Chao's movements and immediately slapped the table and snarled: "Zhou Chao, what are you doing?! Give me a stop! I'm so embarrassed to get so little on the test!"

Zhou Chao burst into tears immediately.

I put my score in the previous, but it will be praised by Teacher Zhao fiercely! But now...

He glanced at his invisible coercion and unknowingly at the same table, and grabbed his head on the table.

Now that you are super, what a word!

The others in the competition class also had stiff faces and dull eyes, and even began to doubt life.

Jing Ci took the highest score in the class?

How can this be? !

Not to mention that he had never been exposed to Mathematical Olympiad before. In the second year of high school, who doesn't know the Jingci of the seventh class.

Fighting skip class and dyeing yellow hair, he dares to do anything except studying!

However, this is the kind of person who first took the first place in the whole year, and now he took the first place in the competition class!

I've always been a top-notch person no matter where I go, and now I can't help but begin to question my IQ in my heart.

Jiang Chong was even more slapped in the air, his cheeks were hot, and he hardly dared to raise his head.

He stared at the test paper on the table, his eyes filled with disbelief.

I only got 75 points, but Jingci got 82!

This is when he has never studied Mathematical Olympiad.

Don't talk about finding the place back

Jiang Chong closed his eyes, his hands trembling slightly.

Now that Jing Ci has started to learn Mathematical Olympiad with them, can he surpass him in this life?

School tyrants are also gossiping, especially when such a shocking thing happened. The first part of the evening self-study was not over yet, and the news that Jing Ci Olympiad had taken the first place in the competition class was posted on the forum.

[Eighth Floor: Damn it! Get Lao Tzu's Italian knife! I want to cut my knees! ! 】

[Eighty-ninth floor: What a fuck? ! This unscientific! How the fuck is this possible? ! 】

[Ninety floor: Every day, every day! 82! ! ! Jing Ci never studied Mathematical Olympiad, right? ? If he has learned this, he won't be able to go to heaven? ! Ah ah ah ah, I suddenly felt that I could look forward to this year's National Math League! 】

[Nineteenth floor: I don’t know what to say! Oh my god, I knelt down and handed a pen to the big guy. 】

[One Hundred and Eighth Floor: Seeing that 95% of the people in the main building who choose Jingci can only take 0-10 points, I suddenly feel inexplicably slapped...]

[One hundred and twentieth floor: Fuck is the highest evaluation... Give your knees to Jingshen. 】

[One hundred and thirty-third floor: This man is terrible...I am convinced...]

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While the forum posts kept refreshing, Qiao Anyan, who was memorizing words, suddenly got stuck in the classroom of Class 21.

The tip of pen was shaken countless times, but just couldn't figure out how to spell the words memorized before.

He slammed the pen with a cold expression, and smashed the desk irritably.

After the midterm exam, Qiao Anyan discovered a secret. As long as he wants his brain to get better, he can really do it.

He tried for a week, circulating this idea in his mind every minute and every second.

Gradually, Chaos's unconscious mind is much better than before. Although it is not as good as the beginning of rebirth, at least the teacher's lecture is understandable.

Knowing that his golden finger was still there, it hadn't disappeared, but something went wrong for some reason, Qiao Anyan was relieved.

Although he was not very old when he died, the little ink in his stomach had long been returned to the teacher.

Not to mention that he started in high school, even if he started in junior high school, he couldn't keep up with the teacher's progress.

He doesn't have a good mind, and he has to learn things several times. Qiao Anyan really doesn't have the time or the patience to learn things a little bit.

He pinned all his hopes on the golden fingers brought by rebirth, but unexpectedly, there was a problem with his golden fingers.

Qiao Anyan clenched his fingers, pushed the textbook aside, tried his best to calm himself down, and began to repeat his obsessions in his heart day after day.

At this time, in the science office of the second year of high school, Teacher Liu finished preparing for tomorrow's class, picked up the phone and swiped the forum, unexpectedly saw this post. He had long learned about Jing Ci's achievements from Zhao Feng, but he was still inexplicably in a good mood when he saw the post.

Teacher Liu put down the phone, drank a sip of chrysanthemum tea, glanced at Zhang Jing as if accidentally, and coughed fiercely.

Teacher Wang, who teaches chemistry, has a good relationship with him. Hearing his cough, he immediately turned around and said, "Lao Liu, have you caught a cold?"

"It's kind of," Teacher Liu rubbed his temples and sighed: "I'm getting older, and my resistance is not good, and my brain is not working well." He paused and asked Teacher Wang: "Right, Pharaoh, this time Jing Ci How many scores did I score in the Mathematical Olympiad? Why did I forget."

Teacher Wang glanced at his grinning mouth, and said helplessly: "82."

"Hey," Teacher Liu put the chrysanthemum tea in his hand on the table, walked around in front of the office, shaking his head and sighed: "This score is not good, the national competition is still a bit dangerous."

Zhang Jing took a deep breath and squeezed the pen in her hand.

Teacher Liu carried his hands on his back and said solemnly: "Tomorrow I have to go and tell him a good meal! Calculated according to the ordinary test, the full score is 120, and at least 90 points are required to pass the test!"

With a click, Zhang Jing accidentally tore a piece of the lesson plan in her hand.

Teacher Liu returned to his seat and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair, thinking for a while and then said: "Pharaoh, you don’t know, Jing Ci looked cold and indifferent, but he was actually very enthusiastic. Our class Yingjiao is using notes now, He remembered it all by himself!"

He paused and continued: "Hey, you said I'm entangled, and I'm afraid of delaying his study, and it's difficult to dispel his enthusiasm. How can this kid be so sensible, and he knows to share the burden for the teacher..."

Zhang Jing couldn't listen anymore, put the pen on the desk with a sullen expression, and walked out of the office quickly.

Teacher Liu looked at her hurriedly back and laughed three times in her heart, as cool as drinking ice-cola in a dog days.

In the small classroom of the competition class, Teacher Zhao announced the completion results, so he held the paper in one hand and the chalk in the other, and began to talk about the topic.

Following his thoughts, Jing Ci went through his mistakes from start to finish, and found several places that shouldn't be wrong.

He pursed his lips, picked up the pen, and drew down the key points. plan to find a few more questions of the same type after go back, so as not to make the same mistake again.

There is no rest time between the two self-study classes in the competition class, and you can only go to the toilet halfway through.

After Teacher Zhao finished the test paper, he talked about a new section. His time was just right, and the last pen was finished, and the second night of self-study was finished.

"Let’s end this class." Teacher Zhao patted the chalk on her hands, with a solemn expression: "Next month is the provincial preliminary round of the National Mathematical League. It’s a national competition, and you hardly have a few days to breathe..."

He paused, and his eyes slowly swept over everyone: "I said that these are not pressures for you, but I want to remind you. You have spent so much energy and so much time this year, not just going for a walk. It's a cutscene. I was very dissatisfied with the test results yesterday. Go back and think about it."

"The people sitting here are the top students among the top students in our province. They should be able to understand what I mean. Okay, class is over!"

Teacher Zhao walked out of the classroom with a book in his hand, and other people in the class also went out one after another.

Jing Ci was not in a hurry to leave. He put his test papers in the clip evenly and clamped them, and then he began to tidy up other things on the table unhurriedly.

"You go back first," Zhou Chao said carelessly, throwing his schoolbag on his back and looking at him: "I have to go to the laundry room to get school uniforms later, do I need to bring you something back by the way?"

There is a laundry room next to the provincial experimental store. Many students are too lazy to wash their clothes, so they send their clothes to the laundry room for washing.

"No, I have nothing to buy." Jing Ci thanked him for his kindness and walked out of the classroom with him.

Zhou Chao walked in the opposite direction, Jing Ci closed the door, and was about to turn around when a person suddenly rushed over.

"My speech!!" Li Zhou hooked his neck with his arm, his face flushed with excitement: "Why are you so good?! This time is the first one again hahahahahaha!"

Zheng Que also rushed forward, blowing a rainbow fart at Jing Ci: "Too much to give us the seventh squad leader! Do you want my knee?! Give it to you! Give it to you!"

Seeing that the smile on Ying Jiao's face faded, He Zhou quickly pulled the two men crazy from Jing Ci: "What are you doing? Jing Ci can stand the pressure of you two?!"

"Cough," Zheng Que scratched his head embarrassedly, let go of his hand, and Li Zhou also retreated to the back hesitantly.

Ying Jiao reached out and took Jing Ci's schoolbag, and said with a chuckle: "Little classmate, congratulations, it's amazing."

Jing Ci shook his head, just about to speak. Peng Chengcheng suddenly took out a color spray from behind, and sprayed wildly at him blankly.

Jing Ci was immediately confused by the ribbon.

Ying Jiao gave Peng Chengcheng a cold look. Peng Chengcheng pulled the corners of his lips stiffly: "I haven't sprayed it, I can't do it."

"Get all of them on the side." Ying Jiao twisted his eyebrows and pushed Peng Chengcheng away, holding Jing Ci's face to pick him up the ribbon: "Did you get it in your eyes?"

"No." Jing Ci stretched out his hand and pulled off a few ribbons: "It doesn't matter."

Zheng Que also followed him and scratched his head twice. He didn't care if he was beaten by the winning arrogance, and he smiled and jumped to the side.

"I'll treat tonight, to celebrate your first place," Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci, his eyes soft: "What do you like to eat? Barbecue or crayfish?"

Zheng Que was gearing up beside him, eager to try: "Ahhhhh! A few more bottles of beer!"

"No need," Jing Ci tactfully refused, his face was as usual, he didn't seem to be someone who had just passed the first exam: "I'm just lucky this time."

"How can you not use it!" Before Ying Jiao spoke, Zheng Que suddenly rushed to the front of Jing Ci a few steps, and while walking back, said: "This number one is rich in gold! The number one in the math competition class! We must have it. It’s high until dawn to be worthy of this precious 82 points!"

"It's nothing," Jing Ci bends down, throws the ribbon in his hand into the trash can, his tone is calm: "It's just a quiz."

He turned his head to win a arrogant smile, and said sincerely: "Thank you, I understand it, don't waste it."

"Wow," Zheng Que pulled He porridge, pointing to Jing Ci and exclaimed: "I see, this is the real academic bully! Look at this calmness! What is the first place? We don't care at all!"

He Cong just wanted to say a few words, and suddenly there were a few earth-shaking firecrackers in his ears.

Unsuspectingly, he was trembling with fright, and the fat on his face trembled.

"Fuck, it's dying, who the hell is setting off firecrackers so late!" He patted his chest and let out a long breath: "I'm sick."

He wanted to find a sense of identity from other people, but when he turned his head, he saw Ying Jiao walking behind Jing Ci.

"Scared?" Ying Jiao patted Jingci on the back: "It's okay, get back to your soul, don't be afraid."

He changed Jing Ci's schoolbag to be carried on his shoulders, and covered his ears with his hands: "Brother, cover it for you."

Jing Ci quickly declined: "No need..."

"Don't move," Yingjiao took the opportunity to rub his ears and smiled: "It's been a few times, and it will definitely be played later. It's too loud, what should I do if my ears are broken."

He lowered his eyes to look at Jing Ci's side face, pressed his knees gently against his legs, and said in a low voice, "Observe, don't talk to Brother Jin, let's go."

He porridge: "..."

An old hooligan! This can take advantage of it!

He Conge took a deep breath, looked at Ying Jiao, and said without a smile: "Brother Jiao, I was scared just now."

"Oh," Ying Jiao glanced at him blankly, and closed Jing Ci's ears tightly: "Are you a Nian beast? You are afraid of setting off firecrackers."

He porridge: "..."

He Zhou was so angry that he turned around and walked towards the school gate. He was crazy to want to accompany the Yingjiao dormitory tonight!

Live a few!

Peng Chengcheng looked at Ying Jiao, who looked like a human-shaped ear muff, and looked at the back of He porridge with fat and flesh. After a moment of silence, he also dragged Zheng Que away.

There were only three of the group of people who were frolicking just now.

Li Zhou looked at Ying Jiao and Jing Ci tremblingly. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt the bleakness of being a single dog in his heart.

Finally returned to the dormitory with difficulty, fearing that Yingjiao would come to visit in a while, Li Zhou grabbed a few packets of butter melon seeds, and forgot to say hello, and ran to find Wu Wei.

Yingjiao didn't follow to their dormitory as he thought. He handed his schoolbag to Jing Ci and went back to his dormitory.

Jing Ci thanked him and closed the dormitory door.

He didn't change his clothes at the first time, but took out the blue clip that contained the test papers from his schoolbag, and drew out the Mathematical Olympiad volume issued today.

Then he took out the key of the cabinet, opened his cabinet, and took out a cookie box from the bottom.

What's in the box is not cookies, but stacks of square, neatly arranged paper. It is the paper from the last mid-term exam, every subject is in.

Sitting on the bed, Jing Ci took the Austrian mathematics paper, took out a pen from his schoolbag, and wrote a line on it: the first place in the Olympiad at the end of November (very dissatisfied with the score).

After writing, he put the pen aside and hovered over the three words "first place" for a few seconds, took out the other test papers in the box and read them one by one, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked. Up.

Jing Ci glanced at the door of the dormitory, and listened to the movement outside with his ears erected. He estimated that Li Zhou would not be back for a while. He didn't conceal the emotion on his face anymore, shook the iron box holding the rolls, and smiled secretly. A pair of eyes are shining, full of light.

The author has something to say: Little theater, win arrogance: I am not enough to show off, let the little classmates hide their emotions in front of me, let me put a big move-