Chapter Thirty Four
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date="2021-11-01"
title="Chapter Thirty Four"
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series = ["Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend"]
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After confirming the news of the exam, the few students in Class 7 who had a more serious study attitude began to get nervous.
Especially Chen Miaomiao and Wu Weicheng, who are not good at math, ran to Jing Ci after class. You ask one, I ask one, and it's almost a unique landscape of Class Seven.
"Jing Ci, I still have a math problem that I can't do," Chen Miaomiao looked at Jing Ci with some embarrassment, and said carefully: "Do you have time to tell me now?"
Fearing that he might be annoying, he added another sentence quickly: "This time, I will have one question."
"Yes, what's the question?" Jing Ci put down the Olympic Mathematics book in his hand and looked at her: "Let me take a look."
Chen Miaomiao quickly opened the pages of the book when he heard the words, pointed to the lower right corner and said, "That's it!"
Jing Ci glanced at it, and it was a big conic question, with two small questions in total.
The first question is to find the eccentricity of the ellipse, and the second question is to assume a condition to find the ellipse equation.
"This question is not difficult to understand," Jing Ci picked up the pen and wrote out the conditions of the question on the draft paper, and said: "Let's first set the coordinates of point Q to Q(x0, 0). From this we can see... "
He slowed down and deduced step by step, worrying that Chen Miaomiao would not understand it, so he wrote down the steps in as much detail as possible. Although his voice was cold and indifferent, and there was no expression on his face, it just made people feel his meticulousness and patience.
Chen Miaomiao's eyes involuntarily moved from the draft paper to Jing Ci's face.
Jingci's facial features are three-dimensional and well-defined. From her perspective, he can see his thick and long eyelashes, blinking once in a while, it seems to be on the cusp of a person's heart.
Even knowing that Jing Ci might not like girls, Chen Miaomiao couldn't help but beat his heart.
Well-studied and handsome, he is a real man!
"Do you understand?" Jing Ci raised his head and asked her after a little question.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Chen Miaomiao blushed and looked away from Jing Ci with a guilty conscience: "Also, I still don't understand."
Jing Ci thought that he was speaking too fast, and was wondering how to be more detailed. Chen Miaomiao suddenly approached him and asked in a low voice, "Jing Ci, what type of person do you like?"
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, and then changed the topic without a trace: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I'll tell you again, this question may be involved in the exam."
"Ah! Okay." Hearing that he might pass the test, Chen Miaomiao immediately put away his gossip and began to listen carefully.
Five minutes later, Chen Miaomiao took the exercise book, looked at Jing Ci with bright eyes, and admired: "You are amazing! I understand it!"
"Nothing," Jing Ci smiled at her, and pointed to the draft paper on the desktop: "Do you want to take this back? You can take it out and have a look when you need it."
"Of course!" Chen Miaomiao snatched the draft paper over, as if holding a baby: "Thank you, brother!"
"It's okay, you can ask me if you don't understand in the future." Jing Ci said, lowering his head again to continue reading.
Chen Miaomiao was moved with tears, how could Jing Ciren be so good!
She couldn't help but think of the question she had just asked. After hesitating, she boldly asked again: "Jing Ci, what type do you like?"
"I'll help you draw a few similar questions," Jing Ci paused at the tip of his pen, without raising his head: "You can do it then to deepen your memory."
"Wow, good! Thank you!" Chen Miaomiao instantly threw his question behind his head, nodding in surprise, and wanted to say something more, when the class bell rang.
She had no choice but to hold the exercise book and draft paper and returned to her seat.
From beginning to end, Jing Ci did not answer her questions.
Ying Jiao seemed to be doing a question on the side, but in fact listened to the conversation between the two people completely. He turned his head and glanced at Chen Miaomiao, slowly curling his lips.
Jing Ci seems to have a good temper and is patient with everyone. But in fact, this attitude is limited to learning.
Regarding his own sex, Jing Ci was strictly protected, let alone Chen Miaomiao, even if ten of her came to ask, Jing Ci would not answer.
Ying Jiao hummed a laugh, and hurriedly asked Jing Ci before the teacher came: "Yueweixuan's ice powder is good, do you like it?"
Jing Ci has no dislikes for food, at most it can be divided into special likes and general likes. Hearing this, he nodded: "I like it."
Yingjiao got the answer, and turned his head contentedly to continue with the problem.
Sure enough, Jing Ci is different to himself and to others.
How about it is also asking like, he only answers his own.
The days passed in a flash, and it was Friday soon.
Class 7 has confirmed that a total of 21 people will go to dinner, because the notice is a bit late, and many people have already made arrangements in advance.
After eating at noon, Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, and went to the toilet with his mobile phone behind his back, and called Jing Fu.
Jingfu seemed to be taking a nap. After being woken up, his voice sounded very impatient: "What's wrong?"
Jing Ci said lightly: "I might not go back for a class dinner in the evening."
Father Jing snorted coldly: "Gathering? Alright, don't make excuses, I don't know what virtue you are?"
Jing Ci took a deep breath: "It's really..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Jingfu: "I don't care what you go out to do, I can't control you..."
Jing Fu's cynicism was transmitted to Jing Ci's ears through the phone microphone: "You can do whatever you like. I will transfer the living expenses to you next month. It's the same sentence. Don't ask me if you spend too much."
He stopped for a while and complained: "How can you be so ignorant when you call at noon for such a mess! You have been tired for a day, and finally have a lunch break! What about... Don't come back if you are too late, save it. Get up and open the door for you..."
Jing Ci hung up the phone blankly.
He put the phone back in his pocket, faced the wall for a while, and then left the toilet without exception.
On the way back, Jing Ci ran into Li Zhou who had come back from the small shop.
Li Zhou threw him a packet of spicy sticks and asked him, "Where did you go? The toilet?"
Jing Ci gave a hum, and went back to the classroom while chatting with him, with no trace of unhappiness on his face.
In the afternoon, those in Class 7 who were going to dinner could not sit still. It seems like a bug grows under the buttocks. move it every few minutes, wishing the teacher to announce the end of school immediately.
When the bell rang in the fourth quarter, as soon as Teacher Liu finished the precautions, someone rushed out impatiently.
"Don't worry, you pack up slowly." Ying Jiao sat in the chair and looked at Jing Ci and said: "The box has been booked. It is estimated that it will take 20 minutes to serve the food. They go early and sit there."
Jing Ci also thought about it, and the movements on his hands suddenly slowed down.
He congee and the others didn't leave either. They took a few books and put them in their schoolbags so that they could go home and pretend to show them to their parents. Then they left the school together with Ying Jiao and Jing Ci.
After arriving in the box, several people consciously gave up their position next to Yingjiao.
Jing Ci looked around and saw that there were no other empty positions, so he had to sit next to Yingjiao.
All of them are growing their bodies, and a group of people have long been hungry, not to mention the fresh fragrance of cooking lingers in the box. However, the serving time hadn't arrived yet, so had to order a serving of ice powder to relieve greed.
Although it was cold outside, the air conditioner was turned on in the box, and the floor was warm. There were a few hot boys who even took off their jackets as soon as they entered the door. It's no better to eat a bowl of ice powder at this time.
Yueweixuan’s ice powder is the signature. In a small white porcelain bowl with blue flowers, there are half bowls of shiny and trembling ice powder, with a thick layer of crushed nuts and raisins sprinkled on it. The amount of brown sugar is just right, not too sweet and greasy, without losing the mellow flavor.
"Are you accustomed to eating?" Ying Jiao paid attention to Jing Ci's expression from his side at all times. Seeing that there was nothing on his face, he couldn't help but tilt his head to ask.
Jing Ci nodded: "It's delicious."
Ying Jiao glanced at his bowl.
There is not much ice powder in a bowl, and it is almost finished after a few bites. At this moment, there was nothing left in Jing Ci's bowl.
He put down the spoon and asked Jing Ci: "I'll give you another bowl?"
"No," Jing Ci shook his head and took a sip of sugar water: "Enough, save your stomach for dinner."
As the two talked, the dishes were served one after another.
They all ordered classic Sichuan dishes, which are spicy and spicy, and they are especially good for dinner.
Out of 21 people, there are only three girls, and the rest are all boys. Those with a big appetite can swallow a cow. A few more dishes were added halfway through the meal, and just like that, after everyone put down their chopsticks, there was nothing left on the table.
Wu Weicheng patted his stomach while wiping his sweat with a tissue, sighed, "This is so cool!"
He porridge rubbed his red nose and sneezed: "Go away, let's catch the next one."
"Go!" Zheng Que put his chopsticks aside, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and rushed out first.
A group of people went to ktv mightily.
He congee reported his mobile phone number at the front desk, and after the waiter confirmed their reservation form, he took them to a large box inside.
This ktv has just opened, and the equipment in the boxes is new. The microphone is loud, and the karaoke machine is full of recent popular songs.
Peng Cheng Cheng Xi's words were so golden that he didn't even want to sing. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the karaoke machine and sat there to help order the song.
Jing Ci didn't go to grab wheat with the others. He found a sofa and sat down and put his schoolbag on the back stage. Ying Jiao sat next to him. He congee and Zheng Que glanced at each other, and sat in the same way.
A group of people held back in the school for nearly a month. At this moment, there was finally a chance to release their nature. Before the waiter went out, he took the wheat and started howling.
I don't know if their singing is too scary. After confirming that they don't need anything, the waiter walked out quickly. Before singing a song, fruit platter and snacks and drinks were delivered one after another.
Ying Jiao looked at the Coke on the coffee table, stretched out his hand to call the waiter, and whispered to him. Not long after, the waiter came in with a bottle of soy milk.
Under the gaze of He congee and others, Ying Jiao used a bottle opener to pry open the lid of the soy milk bottle, inserted the straw in, and put it in front of Jing Ci very naturally: "You drink this."
Jing Ci looked at the Coke in front of the others, wondering: "Huh?"
Yingjiao opened the tab of the can and chuckled, "Coke kills sperm."
He held Coke in one hand, leaned lazily on the sofa, curled his lips, and said shamelessly: "Of course, I am different, I..."
Before finishing a sentence, Jing Ci gagged his mouth with a piece of watermelon.
Jing Ci held the soy milk expressionlessly, drank it sip by mouth with a straw, and didn't bother to care about him.
Ying Jiao smiled and bit off the tip of the watermelon, not forgetting to take advantage of the opportunity: "It's really sweet."
He Zhou, who was next to him, immediately glanced at him with contempt, and moved to the other side, right when he didn't know this person.
There were only two Mikes in the box, and the others were bored and went to the front desk to ask for a beer bottle and play Truth or Dare.
Wu Weicheng held up the wine bottle, as if taking an oath, standing in front of him and shouting: "Sit down, don't be empty between the two! Yes, just move!"
When everyone was in place, he smiled: "Then I'll start!"
With that said, he put the beer bottle on the coffee table, rubbed his hands, took two breaths into the palm of his hand, stretched out his hand and turned it vigorously——
The beer bottle rolled twice, and the mouth of the bottle finally stopped in front of Zheng Que.
"Fuck, is it so unlucky?" Zheng Que cursed in a low voice, "I choose a big adventure!"
Wu Weicheng smirked: "Are you sure?"
"A real man," Zheng Que gave him a look: "Whatever you say, the water poured out."
"That..." Wu Weicheng rolled his eyes and looked at He Congee next to him. Because there was a girl, he simply appointed someone: "You, go and rub He Congee's ass."
He porridge was eating watermelon, and he said, "Damn it! What's up to me?"
Wu Weicheng shook the pot very naturally: "No way, who made Zheng Que choose the big adventure."
"Knead and knead." Zheng Que has a lively character and can play well, pushing He porridge: "Old Ho, get up if you are a brother."
He congee also has no lower limit, and the eyes of all the people in the room are focused on him. Put the watermelon on the coffee table, stand up, and say to Zheng Que: "When you get up, you can't afford to play with your brother?!"
Zheng Que immediately reached out and touched it. While touching it, he gave back to the public: "It feels good!"
He Conge gave him a slanted look, and suddenly smiled, twisting Lanhua's finger: "Master, come back when you feel better!"
The whole room burst into laughter.
Zheng Que got goosebumps, and quickly sat a little farther away from him, almost didn't ask for a bottle of mineral water to wash his hands.
There was a good start to them. Then, a group of people played more and more wild, asking for everything. Jing Ci, a person who had never participated in this kind of activity, was stunned.
He couldn't help but rejoice in his heart. Fortunately, he was lucky, and he had never been rounded up.
However, some flags cannot be established too early.
Next, when the mouth of the wine bottle slowly stopped in front of him, Jing Ci's eyes froze.
"I..." In view of the experience of the people before him, he categorically said: "I choose the truth."
Jing Ci is not as shameless and skinless as others, and Wu Weicheng is his brain fan. He took special care of him. He didn't ask any extreme questions, but only picked one that wasn't too extreme: "Is the first kiss still there?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes unnaturally, paused for a few seconds, and nodded stiffly: "Yes."
"Okay! Forget it!" Wu Weicheng grabbed a handful of cashews, chewed, and flexed his hands: "The next round has begun! It's all optimistic!"
"Fuck, old Wu!" A boy next to him gave him a punch, "Can you fucking swallow what was in your mouth before talking?! It sprayed my face!"
Wu Weicheng looked at him and smiled: "I'll sprinkle some holy relics for you to improve your luck, what the hell, I'm not happy!"
The boy shivered disgustingly and took a sip at him.
Several people are used to making trouble, Wu Weicheng doesn't care. Powering his right hand, he turned the wine bottle violently.
This time, the mouth of the wine bottle was aimed at Yingjiao.
Yingjiao put down the Coke in his hand and lazily said: "I choose the big adventure."
If it is normal, no one would dare to let Yingjiao do this or that, but now a group of high people are not even divided into the north, south, east, and west, and they can still care for what kind of school grass.
After playing for so long, this is the first time it is the turn to win.
A few people secretly messed up and put a big move toward Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, kiss the person next to you!"
He Zhou looked around, and immediately ran to the corner farthest from Winning Pride at a speed that was not commensurate with his body shape.
As a result, the right side of Yingjiao became an empty seat, and the left side was Jingci.
Jing Ci was drinking soy milk quietly, but he never expected that the fire would actually burn him. Hearing this request, I looked around and almost choked on a mouthful of soy milk.
The corners of Yingjiao's lips curled slightly, it was not to blame him, he hadn't wanted to do anything, but the heavens were helping him.
Son of the Chosen, he is probably talking about.
The boys in the box are still whistling and booing
"Kiss one by one!"
"Quick! Come on, Brother Jiao!"
"Quick! It's not a man if you don't kiss!"
"Applause Brother Jiao! Come on Brother Jiao!"
Ying Jiao chuckled lightly, then turned and put his hand on Jing Ci's shoulder.
Jing Ci clasped the soy milk bottle in his hand tightly. There was no expression on his face. In fact, he was already panicked.
His ears were red, and the moment Yingjiao met him, his cheeks burned with a bang.
If it were in normal times, he would have pushed away the arrogance, but now it is playing a game, no matter how excessive the request before, no one has refused...
He kept building up his mind, all boys, what happened to him? Zheng Que just touched He Congee's butt, it's all trivial...
But no, as long as he thinks of the scene of winning the arrogant kiss, his whole person will burn.
Jing Ci's brain was blank, and he didn't even know when Yingjiao was crushed on him.
He was sitting in the very corner of the sofa, with no one on the left. Winning pride is high, and his upper body is completely blocked by the position of being trapped under him. Even Zheng Que, who was closest to them, couldn't see what the two of them were doing.
Jing Ci was short of breath, his heart pounding. He was too panic, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to push the arrogance.
Ying Jiao held his wrist, and when Jing Ci was about to continue struggling, he hissed at him: "Don't move."
A god-given opportunity.
Upon hearing the request, this was Yingjiao's first reaction.
At this time, he took the opportunity to give a personal resignation, no one could find his fault. Ying Jiao's heart was itchy, and he couldn't help it anymore. But when Jing Ci opened his eyes and looked at him in a panic, his heart suddenly softened.
Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, he tried his best to put on a calm appearance, looking at Ying Jiao: "You...you..."
"It's okay," Ying Jiao sighed in his heart: "Brother has a way, hiss... Be obedient, don't move."
Jing Ci looked at him hesitantly.
Ying Jiao's eyes were soft, and in a corner where no one could see, he stretched out two fingers and touched his lips, then slowly pressed them to Jing Ci's lips and rubbed them lightly.
In Jing Ci's dazed gaze, he stood up, raised his eyebrows and said to the others: "It's all trivial."
Everyone in the box thought he really kissed Jingci, and they applauded excitedly: "Niupi Niupi! Jiaoge Niupi!"
The game continued to the next round, and those scorching eyes instantly shifted to other places.
Jing Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. His throat was a little dry. He was about to take a sip while holding the soy milk. Suddenly, Ying Jiao turned his head to his ear, and his voice was low and dumb: "Let it go this time."You, but..."
He said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Next time someone asks if you are the first kiss, remember to say it's gone."
He paused and chuckled, "Give it to me."
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