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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Thirty Nine"

weight="142088"

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

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That night, Jing's father tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He has put Jing Miao's phone back in, and can no longer go to the internal forum of the provincial experiment. There is no way to get more information about Jing Ci, so he can only try to figure it out in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more impossible he felt.

Jingci is his son. He still doesn't know what virtue he is?

Since he was a child, he has not been pleased, and his grades are even worse, incomparable to his younger brother. Suddenly someone told him that Jing Ci was actually very good at learning, how could he accept it for a while?

He remembered the previous exam results of Jing Ci posted on the forum, all of which had zero scores before, which was ridiculously high last time alone.

Isn't this little beast cheating on what wireless earplugs he bought as the news said?

Suddenly, Father Jing sat up, and the mist in his heart dissipated in an instant. Yes, yes, it must be so!

Jing Ci is very damn like this, not doing business, and specializing in some crooked things.

Zhao Jinfeng slept well, and was suddenly awakened by his actions, and his temper suddenly came up: "What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

"It's okay." Father Jing lay down again, secretly determined that he must call Jing Ci's class teacher tomorrow to reflect the situation.

Otherwise, in case things go wrong, if relatives, friends and the woman know that his son is cheating at school, where will he put his face.

The first thing Jingfu did when he went out the next morning was to pick up his mobile phone and call Teacher Liu.

However, after looking through the address book, he was embarrassed to find that he did not have the contact information of Teacher Liu.

Father Jing frowned and thought for a while, logged in to the QQ that hadn't been on for a long time, clicked on the parent group of the second and seventh high school, searched the chat records, found Teacher Liu's mobile phone number, and dialed it.

Teacher Liu has already arrived at the office by now, and was about to take a walk in the class to see if his cubs are causing trouble. Hearing the phone ringing, he glanced down.

There is no remark, it is an unknown number.

Teacher Liu didn't want to answer. Such calls are usually for sales promotion or lending. But think about it again, what if the student’s parents changed their number.

He clicked the answer button: "Hello."

"Ms. Liu? This is Jing Ci's father." Jing's father introduced himself first.

Teacher Liu raised his eyebrows. This is really rare. He has been teaching Jingci for more than a year. This father’s parent does not come to the meeting, does not cooperate with school activities, and has never even communicated with him. Why did you call him suddenly?

Is it because you know Jing Ci's real results?

Many thoughts popped up in Teacher Liu's mind for a while, but still politely said: "Dad Jingci, is there something wrong with you?"

"I want to ask the teacher, did Jing Ci cheat in the last exam?" Father Jing put on the Bluetooth headset and started the car and drove to the company. I will educate him well."

Teacher Liu was taken aback, and then smiled mockingly: "Cheating? Who told you that Jingci cheated?"

Father Jing asked, "Otherwise? How could he get such a high score in the exam?"

Teacher Liu had a violent temper. When he said that, he immediately became angry: "Why can't Jing Ci get high scores? It's easy to cheat on an exam. Can he cheat all the time in class? And Jing Ci's score is just fine. It can't be done by cheating!"

Teacher Liu took a deep breath and tried to calm her tone: "Do you know how many points you scored in the Jingci Mathematical Test last time? 82!"

"This score doesn't sound high," Teacher Liu said in a deep voice, "But Jingci is number one in the school."

Father Jing slammed the steering wheel, stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road, muttering in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

Olympiad? Just Jingci's brain can still learn Mathematical Olympiad? Why doesn't he know?

Jingfu was thinking, and suddenly a car drove up from behind. The car owner pressed the car window, stopped next to him, and opened his mouth to curse: "Will you fucking drive? Change! Change the way of a fart! It made me almost rear-end! Hey, I found out. This year, the species is more and more The less come, there are more and more kinds of idiots."

Father Jing was so scolded that he was about to reply, suddenly remembering that he was still on the phone with Teacher Liu, and he could only hold back the breath abruptly.

Later, when the owner of the car saw him being forced, Xu felt that it was meaningless, took a sip at him, and drove away.

On the phone, Teacher Liu was still saying: "Jing Ci is the smartest student I have ever seen. Let me tell you that. Dad Jing Ci, not only the Olympiad test, but also the National Mathematical League. Optimistic about Jingci."

"I hope you can cooperate with our work, pay more attention to Jingci, and let him meet the competition with a better attitude."

Suddenly, Jingfu seemed to be hit by someone with a hammer on his head. He was in a daze. He didn't even know when Teacher Liu hung up the phone.

Jing Ci, his eldest son, who is like a gangster, really didn't cheat, but was admitted to the first place in the school by his own ability!

All day long, Jing's father was absent-minded at work, and his mind was full of Jingci.

He tried to remember when his eldest son became better, but it was a pity that he ignored Jing Ci for too long, and he couldn't even remember a little bit about him.

After finally waiting until the evening, Jing Fu guessed that Jing Ci had finished the exam, and Jing Fu immediately picked up his mobile phone and called him.

But after playing it many times in a row, Jing Ci didn't answer it.

Of course it was impossible for Jing Ci to receive a call from him. One week was the provincial preliminary of the National Mathematics League. Teacher Zhao didn't know he had to find another set of papers.

Inform them two days in advance, go to dinner soon after the exam, and then come to the competition class for a quiz.

After three consecutive exams in one day, a group of people are top students, and they can't stand it.

Teacher Zhao didn't want them to stretch too tight, so as not to be in a bad state during the competition. After collecting the papers, checked the time and let them go back to the class for self-study.

On the way back to the classroom, Jing Ci was suddenly unsure whether his mobile phone was muted. He took out and looked at it, and found that Jing Fu had called him a dozen or so calls.

He was silent for a while, and then went to the flowerbed on the left side of the teaching building. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he called Father Jing over.

During the time when the call was not connected, Jingfu thought a lot. He didn't care how Jingci suddenly learned this level. For him, it was enough for him to have the result now.

Didn't Mrs. Liu say that, with Jingci's results, if nothing goes wrong, the college entrance examination champion would have properly failed.

When the results came out, he set up a few tables, called all his relatives, friends and colleagues over, and promoted the matter.

Jing Fu decided to have a good talk with Jing Ci, but the attitude he had cultivated over the years cannot be changed overnight. After the call was connected, he smelled of gunpowder in one mouth: "Why don't I answer the phone? How many times have I called you? NS?"

Jing Ci said indifferently: "I am studying in Shanghai."

Father Jing coughed awkwardly, and paused for a few seconds before saying, "You tell me the truth, what's the matter with your grades?"

Sure enough, it was because of grades.

"It's nothing," Jing Ci looked down at a small pebble at his feet: "I just want to study hard, and I don't want to get mixed up anymore."

If you want to study hard, you can get first from the bottom in the school and get the first in the school all at once?

Jing's father didn't believe it, but he didn't bother to delve into it.

"You..." Jing Fu considered his tone: "Listen to your head teacher, you want to participate in a math competition?"

Jing Ci gave a hum.

"Then why don't you tell your family?" Jingfu frowned and complained, "How old is he, not as sensible as your brother..."

Jing Ci didn't want to hear anything about Jing Miao. He interrupted Jing Fu and said lightly: "It's not necessary."

Those few WeChat messages from Jing Miao really stuck in his heart.

He is indeed a person whose father doesn't care for his mother, otherwise he wouldn't be thrown into the trash can without a care shortly after birth.

"No need?" Jingfu raised his voice, immediately wanting to get angry. But when he thought of Jing Ci's achievements today and the glory that might be brought to him in the future, he abruptly suppressed the fire in his heart: "Are you arrogant to Dad?"

He sighed: "When you grow up, you will understand how your parents hate iron and steel."

Father Jing tried to make his tone more kind: "From now on, you will go home on Sunday afternoon. Anyway, your school is close to home. You are growing up. Come back and ask your mother to make you some nutritious food."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "By the way, I can help Miaomiao with his homework. Your brother will be in the second year of junior high next year and will be divided into classes soon. This semester is very important. You should bring him more."

When the time comes, the two brothers in the family have all been admitted to the prestigious schools, and he has a light on his face when he goes out.

Jing Ci said lightly: "His second year is more important than my third year?"

Jing's father frowned slightly, so it's no wonder that he didn't like Jing Ci.

Jing Ci's personality is too much like that woman, very extreme, always competing with his brother, and not knowing how to be modest at all.

"Don't you have good grades, you can take the first place, and you can still participate in the competition." Jingfu remembered Jing Ci's favorite praise in the past. When he casually praised him, he would be happy for a long time, so he tried patiently. Soften him.

"Miaomiao is not as good as you, so you have to help him. You are brothers. You have broken bones and still have tendons. Now you help him, and he will help you in the future, how good. You are almost eighteen years old, you should be sensible. ."

"Not good." Jing Ci said with no expression on his face, saying every word: "He wants to improve his grades and seek a tutor. I don't have time."

"Class is in, hung up." Jing Ci lowered his eyes and turned a deaf ear to Jingfu's angry voice on the other side of the phone, and pressed the hang up button without hesitation.

He had no plans to repair the relationship with the Jing family, nor did he have the good quality of repaying grievances with virtue. Jing Miao was the only person in his two lifetimes who hated him so much that he felt sick.

Let him coach Jing Miao? Go dreaming.

Jing Ci stood in front of the little flower bed for a while, rubbing his face, until his expression returned to normal, then raised his foot and walked towards the class.

When he entered the door, it happened to be the end of the first class. Ying Jiaozheng put one hand on the chair and turned to talk to He Congee.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and glanced, seeing that it was Jing Ci, and suddenly turned around: "Why come back at this time, what happened?"

"It's okay," Jing Ci pulled a chair and sat down, pulled a math workbook from the shelf, flipping over and said: "The competition is coming, and Teacher Zhao wants us to relax."

Ying Jiao nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fell on his rapidly moving pen tip, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Once Jing Ci was in a bad mood, he would put other subjects aside and vent his math problems frantically.

Did something happen just now in the competition class?

Ying Jiao shook his head and quickly denied his thoughts. In addition to beating his head, Jing Ci is generally not angry about other things.

why? It's better to have dinner tomorrow.

He was thinking, when Jing Ci took out his mobile phone expressionlessly, and put it directly in the table hole without even looking at it.

On the screen of the mobile phone that flashed by, Ying Jiao glimpsed a series of new WeChat messages.

The only people who can contact Jing Ci via WeChat are Jing family, except for the people in Class 7.

If it were from Class Seven, Jing Ci would definitely not have this attitude. So, what did the Jing family do to make Jing Ci uncomfortable?

Ying Jiao raised his head and glanced at the wall clock. There was a big break between the two evenings of the provincial experiment and self-study. There was a 20-minute break. Now it is only two minutes after class.

Jing Ci hid his thoughts deeply, and the end of asking directly was to be distracted by him, without knowing anything.

Yingjiao organized the language in his heart, and moved to Jing Ci and asked, "What about the problem?"

Jing Ci gave a hum, and kept the pen tip, writing the answer to a multiple-choice question in parentheses.

"Your school uniform is still in my house," Yingjiao said casually, playing with the water-based pen in his hand, "There is no place to put it for the exam these two days. I will bring it to you tomorrow."

"No hurry." Jing Ci finally stopped writing and turned around and said, "I have three sets of school uniforms, enough to change and wash."

Xu is the original owner who is too lazy to always wash clothes. Everyone else has two sets of school uniforms, but he has three sets.

"No hurry." Ying Jiao repeated these two words, and suddenly smiled: "Little classmate, I found you understand."

Jing Ci didn't understand: "What?"

Yingjiao leaned back in the chair lazily and said meaningfully: "Leave your clothes in my house, and I will think of you when I see them..."

He paused and smiled: "So, whether you go to school or after school, you want me to think about what you mean all the time?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Jing Ci's cheeks were hot, and he almost threw the pen in his hand: "I don't have one!"

"Oh," Ying Jiao propped his chin with one hand, and looked at him with a smile.

Jing Ci settled down and didn't want to talk to him anymore. He bowed his head and was about to continue to do the question, only to find that he was so teased that he felt a lot better.

Ying Jiao carefully observed his expression from the corner of the eye, guessing that he has almost forgotten all those messy things at this moment, and began to enter the topic: "By the way, do you remember the fight between the two of us in the toilet? ?"

Jing Ci put down his pen, closed the workbook, and nodded: "Remember."

Ying Jiao continued: "Is it so cool to use a mop?"

The hatred that hits the head will never be forgotten in a lifetime, Jing Ci said coldly: "It should have been a few more blows at that time."

Ying Jiao Ren smiled: "It's true, but brother has already avenged you."

The expression on Jing Ci's face changed: "Are you fighting again?"

"Where, am I that kind of person?" Ying Jiao got closer to Jingci, lowering his voice: "I later found out that someone gave Li Shi money and deliberately asked him to trouble me, so I took them We had a meal together."

Jing Ci was surprised: "Who is it?"

Yingjiao didn't even hesitate, and naturally said: "My dad's bastard."

Jing Ci's eyes were stagnant, and he suddenly began to regret his excessive mouthing.

"It's okay," Ying Jiao saw what he was thinking, stretched out his hand to wrap his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "Others can't know, but you can."

Jing Ci didn't know how to comfort him. No one had ever told him about this kind of sex before.

He held back for a long time, looked around vigilantly, and saw that no one was paying attention to them. Then he stiffly patted his arrogant forearm, and whispered: "You... don't be sad, if you need it, you can always Talk to me, my mouth is very tight."

"My mouth is tight."

This is the second time Jing Ci said this to him.

The first time, Yingjiao didn't take it seriously, only teasing him with a playful mind, and replied without respect: "How tight is it?"

And now

Ying Jiao faced Shang Jingci's serious eyes, and his heart felt a mess.

Obviously he was in a bad mood, but after hearing about him, he comforted him in turn.

How could he not like such a good Jingci.

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his chest.

He looked down at Jing Ci, held his hand up slightly, touched his head lightly, and said softly, "Everyone has a pile of shit, so don't be sad for those disgusting things. Wait for the opportunity," Just shovel them out and throw them in the trash."

Jing Ci froze for a moment, and immediately reacted. The reason why Yingjiao came to tease him tonight, and even took the initiative to mention the bad things in his home to him, was actually for the last sentence.

"You..." Jing Ci opened his mouth, only then did he realize that his throat was tight and he was almost speechless. His heart was so warm that he was about to get hot, and after a long time he calmed down, before he said with difficulty: "You...how did you know?"

Ying Jiao heard the words and chuckled lightly: "What is the relationship between the two of us, can I see it?"

Jing Ci subconsciously took his words: "What's the relationship?"

classmate? Deskmate?

Ying Jiao looked down at him, met his gaze, and suddenly licked his lower lip: "We gave each other the first kiss."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci froze for a moment, then his cheeks burst into red.

The author has something to say: Jing Jing's character requires a thick-skinned and saucy person like Brother Jiao, who has always been proactively provoking with perseverance.

If you change individuals, the ending is probably a painless page of classmates.