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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Fifty-Three"

weight="142140"

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

mode = "manual"

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Hearing that Jing Ci was going to play basketball, Ying Jiao took He Congee and a few people to a small store to buy water.

The small shop is a bit far away from the basketball court. In addition to the large number of people just after class, it took a few minutes for Yingjiao to walk to the playground.

He held the Coke he drank in his left hand and the pulse of Jing Ci in his right hand, and stepped onto the basketball court with his lips curled up.

I was wondering how to tease Jing Ci later, when looked up, saw a man smashing a basketball on Jing Ci's head.

Yingjiao threw the water on the spot and rushed over in a rage.

When the relationship between the two of them was not so good, Jing Ci didn't even touch his head, let alone being played with basketball.

Ying Jiao violently kicked Te Changsheng's head, lifted him up with one hand, and slammed him on him with punch after punch: "You fucking seek death."

The talent of a tall man was like a rag bag in his hand. He was beaten with no power to counterattack. He held his head and moaned begging for mercy: "Stop, stop..."

Winning arrogance turned a deaf ear.

His face was cold, and he acted without mercy, just like an angry beast.

The rest of the special talents didn't react at first, and when they realized that their friend had been beaten, they would roll up their sleeves.

As soon as he took a step forward, he was stopped by several people.

"Yes." He Jiang sneered: "Bullies are bullied to our seventh class."

At this time, the boys from Class 7 came one after another, and when Li Zhou said that Jing Ci had been beaten, he was instantly angry.

There was no need for a few people to greet them, and they gathered around consciously.

More than 30 people blocked more than a dozen specialties, and the angry eyes were intertwined on them, the effect was comparable to death gaze.

They can't read books. When it comes to fighting, when have they been afraid?

Damn it, their seventh class was so good at learning to fight, but they were still being bullied under their noses. Who are they looking down on?

Rao is that special students usually take fighting as their main business, and they have never seen this battle.

You look at me, I look at you, but didn't dare to move first.

The leader said with a dry smile: "Dude, give me your name?"

Give your name? He porridge snorted and ignored him. These high school seniors thought they were playing together.

Give a fart name, and you're done!

Peng Chengcheng took a step forward and fixed his eyes on his two legs. He was already wondering whether to break his left leg or his right leg first.

Only Zheng Que took a look at him, then looked at the man who had been beaten, and then sneered: "Who is not good for you to move, but I want to move my arrogant brother."

Hearing the words "Brother Jiao", and then reminiscing about the seventh class mentioned by He Zhou, the pupils of the special students shrank suddenly.

They don't know who Zheng Que calls the "brother arrogant person", but they know that they are arrogant.

A dozen people suddenly looked forward, just as Yingjiao raised his head, and the highly recognizable face was instantly exposed in front of the special students.

There were a few special talents who had just been thinking about the big deal and would fight a game, but they were instantly stunned, swallowed in horror, and took a step back.

It was also just that the arrogance came too quickly, and they started to beat people without saying anything, causing them to not see his face clearly.

Knowing that the other party is concealed by winning and giving them a hundred courage, they didn't dare to do that.

Persuade.

He Chou cursed in his heart, and as soon as he wanted to say something, he saw Jing Ci walking up with a blank expression holding the basketball, and went straight to Yingjiao and that specialty.

"I'm relenting when I quit my brother." Zheng Que shook his head and sighed: "This is going to persuade you to fight, how can we fight?"

"Forget it." He conge looked at those special talents who had become a group, and then at Jing Ci: "This matter is related to Brother Ci after all, he is a good student, don't cause him trouble."

"I thought I could move my hands and feet today," Zheng Que said regretfully: "If I want to tell me, I should beat him for a while. I'm so courageous, I even dare to beat Brother Ci."

He porridge frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Ci is different from us. And you don't look at Brother Jiao's style of play. If you fight for a while, you can't kill people?"

Rao has been friends with Yingjiao for more than ten years, but when Yingjiao fights, He Zhou will still be frightened by his brutality.

At this time, Jing Ci used to persuade him to be the best. When he wins arrogance and loses his wisdom, he can accidentally hurt others, but he certainly cannot accidentally hurt Jing Ci.

Zheng Que scratched his head and glanced at the anxious specialty students behind him: "Yes."

The specialty students also breathed a sigh of relief, and the one who was beaten was their friend. But the one who beats people is winning arrogance, they dare not go up to persuade them, some people in the past can be regarded as indirectly helping them.

Specialty students secretly thought in their hearts, let alone, sometimes nerds are also good.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Jing Ci walked up without delay.

Then they saw that they thought it was a Jingci that went up to persuade him, but without saying a word, holding the basketball, they just banged the head of that special talent twice.

He porridge, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng, the boy from Class 7: "..."

Onlookers special students: "..."

Zheng Que stared at the front in a dumbfounded manner and stammered: "Lao He, am I, am I blind? Is the person who just passed by Jing Ci?"

He porridge stretched his neck, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't speak easily: "Yes, yeah."

Zheng Que couldn't believe it: "Is Brother Ci so cruel?"

Peng Chengcheng wiped his face with complicated eyes: "After all, he is the person that Brother Jiao is fond of."

"No..." He Cong calmed down and suppressed the shock in his heart: "Did they roll their eyes for that special talent?"

Zheng Que hadn't recovered yet, he said mechanically: "Okay, it seems like..."

"Hey." He congee sighed. Seeing that something serious would happen if he continued to fight, he had to walk up and say: "You two...Ah!"

He slapped himself on the mouth hard and said, "You two don't fight, it's almost done."

Jing Ci is not in love with war, and after hearing He Congee's words, he retreats to the side with the basketball in his arms.

On the contrary, he wins arrogance, frowns and avoids He porridge, and has to do it again.

He congee desperately held him: "Brother Jiao, it's almost done, don't cause trouble to Jing Ci."

"Let go." Ying Jiao pulled away He Congee's hand, took a step forward, and stepped on the face of that special long-life student, and said coldly: "Jingci has obsessive-compulsive disorder, it looks like an ugly thing that has to be symmetrical. There are footprints on one face, I will print one more for him."

He porridge: "..."

Feeling something is wrong, the physical education teacher who just walked over: "..."

Who the fuck is this? ! Fighting doesn't count, and fighting so arrogantly, is he dead as a teacher? !

"You guys from Grade 2 and 7 of Senior High School! And you guys from Grade 19 of Senior High School! Fight, right?! Bring me all over!"

Jing Ci still had a basketball in his hand. He was afraid of delaying other people's play, so he wanted to give the basketball to someone else.

Who knew that as soon as he took a step, the boys in Class 7 immediately covered their heads subconsciously.

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci raised the basketball: "You..."

The boys in Class 7 shook their heads and hid.

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci squatted helplessly, rolled the basketball to one of them, turned around and followed the physical education teacher.

Five minutes later, Ying Jiao, Jing Ci, and Li Zhou, plus a large group of sports students, entered the second-year science office in a mighty manner.

Teacher Liu has been in a very good mood recently, and has long since stopped drinking chrysanthemum tea to get rid of the fire. While writing the lesson plan happily, he glanced at the direction of the eleventh class teacher.

Before the holiday, Teacher Liu found the head teacher of Class 11 and told him about Qiao Anyan sending love letters to his male classmates.

Xu is the head teacher of the eleventh class and doesn't know how to speak, so only talked to Qiao Anyan at this moment.

He didn't find a place where no one was like Teacher Liu, instead he said directly in the office.

Teacher Liu was thinking about whether to remind him, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a large group of people poured in.

One of them was half-dead, held by someone. With a big footprint on one side of his face, he staggered, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

Gee tut.

Teacher Liu took a sip of rose tea and sighed in his heart, which class of cubs caused trouble again?

Before the tea in his mouth was swallowed, the physical education teacher’s loud voice sounded in his ears: "A few from the second and seventh high school! Come and talk to your head teacher why the fight?!"

Teacher Liu almost squirted out a sip of tea, he put down the cup and stood up, looking over with a black face, and finally saw the three of his own on the edge of a bunch of people.

It's not surprising to win a fight with pride, but Jing Ci... a fight? !

Did you make a mistake?

Teacher Liu twisted his eyebrows and walked over: "Yingjiao, you say, what's the matter?"

Before Ying Jiao spoke, the office door was pushed open again, and the principal walked in with a smile on his back: "What's so lively? What happened?"

After learning about Jing Ci's results, the principal was excited and did not sleep well for several days.

If Jing Ci can really enter the national training team, it will not only be of great significance to the provincial experiment and Donghai Province, but also of great help to his personal career.

The five university competitions have been held for so many years, and other provinces even have junior high school students entering the finals. However, Donghai Province can only maintain a minimum quota every year.

Because of this, the education of Donghai Province has been mocked overtly and secretly. don't know how many times. Under such circumstances, during his tenure as the provincial experimental principal, he brought out a student who could enter the national training team, which is a great achievement.

The principal endured and endured, after all, he touched downstairs quietly.

Although Mr. Liu had been instructed several times, he still didn't worry about giving Jing Ci such a good seed to others. He had to personally see Jing Ci's learning status.

But the principal went downstairs at the fourth class in the morning. Coincidentally, he encountered physical education in class seven.

The principal came excitedly, but he did not expect to see an empty classroom. There was no way, so had to turn back in disappointment and waited for the next time to come.

When passing by the second grade science office, the principal saw a bunch of people inside, as if something had happened, so he followed in to see what happened.

In fact, Yingjiao didn't know the cause and effect. When Jing Ci was beaten, he couldn't worry about tracing back to the cause, and he was done directly.

Fortunately, Li Zhou was clever, even with gestures, to add fuel and jealousy, and to describe the deceitful faces of the special talents clearly and plainly.

The teachers were still watching the excitement, but after hearing that the talented student had played Jingci, their expressions changed instantly.

Teacher Liu and Zhao Feng even had murderous in their eyes.

What is the most important thing about the provincial experiment at present?

It is not the upcoming final exam, nor is it the admission rate, but Jingci's National Mathematics High Federation.

But now, Jing Ci, who is about to participate in the finals in less than a month, has been beaten!

It's not the arm, the foot, or the back, but the head!

That special talent would really pick a place in his life.

"You mean..." The principal stepped forward and looked at Li Zhou: "He hit Jing Ci on the head?"

Li Zhou is an expert in fanfare, and he nodded immediately after hearing this: "Yes, I hit it with a basketball."

Smashed with a basketball!

The basketball was smashed!

Smashed!

They are all the people who count on the experiment in the province, the education circle in Donghai Province, and even his future! On the second day when he carefully asked the following to take good care of him, he was smashed with a basketball!

The principal took a deep breath, his eyes slowly sweeping across a group of special students.

The special talents were cold when he saw their backs, and later realized they became scared.

The principal ignored them, turned to Jing Ci, and asked kindly: "How do you feel now? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

As soon as Jing Ci entered the office, he felt a familiar headache. He swept around the room without a trace, and as expected he met Qiao Anyan's unkind gaze.

In the previous few meetings, when Qiao Anyan was not malicious to him, Jing Ci's head was just aching. But since the last exam, Qiao Anyan has become more and more malicious towards him. So after Jing Ci saw him, his head hurt more and more.

At this moment, his temples jumped up and down, and he was trying his best to maintain the apparent calm. Hearing the principal's question, he subconsciously said: "Headache."

Headache? !

After hearing these two words, the principal looked at his pale face again, so Xuan did not faint.

Don't break it, right? !

This, this final will start right away. What if something goes wrong? !

The principal suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart, and said to Teacher Liu: "Leave this to me. Teacher Liu, you take Jing to resign first and have a look."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Don't go to the school infirmary, go to the hospital outside."

"As for you..." The principal turned to the group of special students: "All come with me."

After all, it was a kid in the first year of high school who only met the principal at the opening ceremony. Now he was taken to the office by the principal himself, and he was very worried.

So why did they provoke Jingci in the first place? Don't talk about playing basketball now, this life will have a shadow on basketball!

The most unlucky thing is the special longevity who played Jingci, who won the arrogant beater but didn't slap the face, and specifically greeted the most painful part of his body. Even if he is about to faint now, there are no scars on his face except two footprints.

He yelled pain at this time, let alone the principal, I'm afraid his friends thought he was pretending.

"Come on." The principal opened the drawer, took out a stack of paper and pen, and sent a set to the special students: "Take it."

The specialty students looked at him puzzledly.

The principal sat on the chair and said with a smile: "Jingci, who was beaten by you, scored 747 points in the test last month. I think you hit him specifically on the head, and you may look down on this score."

"The teacher thinks you are very good and very pursued." He pointed to the specialty student on the far left: "Starting from you, give me the total score of the last exam in turn."

The provincial experimental high school did not have classes in the last semester, and biology did not start, so the full score is 950.

The specialty students didn't know what the principal wanted to do, so they reported their scores tremblingly.

They didn't know what was going on, obviously they didn't care about the culture class before, but when they heard Jingci's score, and then thought about their own scores, a sense of inexplicable shame suddenly arose in their hearts.

The principal nodded: "The highest is 290 and the lowest is 189. Since you think that those who take the 747 test can play casually, you must be very confident in your own results."

"Let's do this, the teacher has set a goal for you: the total score of the final exam is more than 350 points. Those who fail the test..."

The principal smiled and looked at them: "Don't go to the game anymore."

When the sports students heard this bad news, such as being struck by lightning, they almost passed away.

They would rather be scolded or beaten than this kind of punishment!

It's terrible, 350 points! Is this something that people can test? !

After thinking about the 747, the specialty students instantly realized that they really provoke someone who shouldn't be offended.

It's fine to be violently attacked by Yingjiao, and now the mental torture has begun? !

"This is the future." The principal appreciated enough of their faces and continued: "Now you start to write a review. Unorganized, undisciplined, and bullying classmates. You don't need to write too many words, just three thousand words."

The principal picked up the teacup and drank a sip of water slowly: "After I have written it, I want to check it and put it on the school bulletin board. If I see that your review has a lot of similarities, then all of them will be added. Two thousand words. Okay, let's get started."

Beating someone is refreshing for a while, and tears are thousands of lines after the beating.

The special talents of RenGao University shrank in the principal's office, wringing their fingers to write a review, and then thinking about the unreachable 350 points, they all wanted to hit the wall and commit suicide.

Not to mention beating their heads, they will have to take a detour when they see Jing Ci in their entire lives!

This person is simply terrible.

On the other hand, Jing Ci refused Teacher Liu's proposal to take him to the hospital, and after repeatedly reassurance that he was never broken, he was able to return to the classroom with Yingjiao.

The others were on the playground, and Li Zhou didn't come back either. There were only two of them in the classroom.

While rubbing Jing Ci's temples, Ying Jiao looked at him up and down, the hostility in his eyes had not completely dissipated: "Where did that force hit you?"

"No, that's it." Jing Ci was afraid that he would be worried, and then said: "I hid for a while, and I didn't hit hard."

"Fortunately, it's not heavy." Ying Jiao pulled the hair from his forehead to the side and sneered: "Otherwise, this matter will not be over today."

Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled, then raised his eyes to look at him: "My head is healed, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Every time he got a headache, winning the pride would be much better with a touch, let alone rubbing it for him.

Ying Jiao carefully looked at his face and saw that he hadn't lied before letting go, and he was in the mood to make a joke.

He leaned back in the chair lazily, and said with a chuckle: "It doesn't hurt if I rub it?"

Jing Ci didn't think much about it, plus the fact that this is the case, and then nodded: "Yeah."

Ying Jiao stared at his right hand thoughtfully and muttered: "So my hands are so magical?"

"It can ease your pain and make you comfortable." He suddenly curled his lips and looked at Jing Ci: "Is this the legendary..."

Jing Ci was puzzled: "What?"

"**hand."

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: look at Jing Ci, I love you personally.