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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Fifty-Four"

weight="142148"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci suffocated his breath, his cheeks instantly reddened, and he turned his head and stopped paying attention to him.

"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao leaned forward and smiled: "Are you angry? Did I say something wrong?"

He continued: "Don't be foolish, little classmate, you obviously nod and admit it yourself, it won't hurt if I rub it."

Jing Ci's face was almost burning hot, he picked up a book indiscriminately, opened it, lowered his head and said nothing.

Ying Jiao took his shoulders with one hand, and buckled the pages of his book on the table with one hand, and said with a smile: "Talking to you, what book to read."

He was too close, so close that Jing Ci could even smell the same shampoo on his body.

Jing Ci moved his lips, and forbeared his fast heartbeat: "You... don't always do this."

Ying Jiao laughed, seeing him almost unable to sit still, feeling that the heat was almost over, and suddenly said: "You were just in the office. When you got a headache, it was Qiao Anyan that you saw?"

At this moment, Jing Ci's mind was messed up, he couldn't think at all, and he nodded subconsciously when he heard the words.

Jing Ci was startled, and realized with hindsight that he had admitted something.

Ying arrogantly glanced at his expression, smiled, and continued with the topic just now: "Speaking, do you feel comfortable when I touch you?"

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief immediately, Ying Jiao just asked casually, and didn't think much.

In order to make Yingjiao forget the question just now, he endured his face and nodded hard.

Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ci and looked at the table thoughtfully.

The first time Jing Ci told him that he had a headache, it was after the mid-term exam. He didn't think much about it at the time, but thought he was bored in the classroom.

The second time Jingci had a headache, it was during the monthly test to release the rankings. He and Li Zhou went out, but their faces were not right when they came back.

This time, it was the third time.

He was present the first time and the third time, and the second time he only found out afterwards.

Before, Ying Jiao only used Jingci because he was in poor health, and even wondered which day he might have a chance to take him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination.

However, in the office today, Jing Ci's performance made Yingjiao overthrow this idea in an instant.

From the playground to the corridor, Yingjiao's eyes fell on Jing Ci from beginning to end, so he was pretty sure that Jing Ci's headache started when he entered the office, not because of the basketball.

When he saw Jing Ci rubbing his temple, Ying Jiao just wanted to ask him, he saw Jing Ci's gaze constantly searching in the office, and didn't stop until he saw Qiao Anyan.

Ying Jiao was worried that he had read it wrong, and was afraid that Jing Ci would not tell the truth to him, so he just deliberately teased Jing Ci and took advantage of his embarrassment.

Facts proved that he was not mistaken, and Jing Ci was indeed looking at Qiao Anyan at the time.

Why would Jing Ci subconsciously go to Qiao Anyan with a headache?

While Yingjiao was puzzled, he also discovered the common point of Jingci's headaches: both were after meeting Qiao Anyan.

Why?

Because the two people had a fight, let Jing Ci cast a psychological shadow on him?

As soon as this idea flashed through my mind, it was denied by Yingjiao. Jing Ci's character is only because others are afraid of him, not because he is afraid of others.

What's that?

Win arrogant can't figure it out.

And the strangest thing was that when Jing Ci had a headache, his own touch would make him feel much better.

If it was someone else, Yingjiao would also wonder whether this comfort was a polite answer or true. But it was Ren Jingci who was talking about his character. If he was comfortable, he was really comfortable.

Recalling the origin of Jing Ci, Ying Jiao couldn't help thinking: Is there any invisible connection between himself, Qiao Anyan, and Jing Ci?

Ying Jiao pressed the question to the bottom of his heart, looked up at the wall clock, and called Jing Ci: "Go, go to the cafeteria for dinner."

Regarding the cause of Jingci's headache, Yingjiao did not dare to be 100% sure, after all, he was not present for the second time.

Jing Ci certainly wouldn't tell him everything, but it didn't matter, he could go to Li Zhou.

At this moment, Jing Ci's mood has calmed down, he nodded, put down the book in his hand, and went to the cafeteria with Yingjiao.

The other classes have not finished, and most of the canteens are students from Class 7.

Seeing Jing Ci, they came over to ask him about what he had just done, and Jing Ci patiently explained to them one by one.

Hearing that the special talents had been taken away by the principal, the seventh group suddenly smiled schadenly.

Make them crazy, kick it to the iron plate, deserve it!

After Jing Ci and a few people finished their lunch, the bell rang at the end of the fourth quarter.

Li Zhou looked at the crowd rushing to the cafeteria, and felt a sense of superiority in his heart: "It's so cool."

Zheng Que had a similar smell with him, and patted his stomach after hearing the words: "I love to eat and see how they run wild for food."

Yingjiao slowed down and took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Zheng Que.

Zheng Que was taken aback when he saw it, then he took a glimpse of Ying Jiao, put down his phone, and put his arms around Li Zhou's neck: "Go, accompany me to the small shop to buy something."

"Okay." Li Zhou readily agreed.

The two walked towards the small shop together.

Ying Jiao and Jing Ci entered the classroom, sat in their seats for a while, then went out with their mobile phones, and ran into Li Zhou and Zheng Que who were waiting there in front of the teaching building.

"I'm asking you something." Ying Jiao said indifferently, and motioned Li Zhou to come with him.

Li Zhou walked behind anxiously, feeling up and down. For fear that Yingjiao hasn't finished the bowl of vinegar in the morning, I deliberately left it here to settle accounts with myself.

Ying Jiao walked to the flower bed next to the teaching building before stopping.

He took out a cigarette, took a sip, and said to Li Zhou, "Last month when the test was released, what happened to you and Jing Ci outside?"

Li Zhou was taken aback and said in a daze, "No."

After all, so many days have passed, and Li Zhou's impression of that day is blurred, and he can't remember it.

Upon seeing this, Ying Jiao asked more specifically: "Did you meet Qiao Anyan that day?"

Li Zhou didn't forget this.

He nodded: "I bumped into it, just before the red list. His eyes were wrong when he saw Jing Ci. If it wasn't for Jing Ci's low blood sugar at the time, I would definitely have to go up and ask him if he was looking for something."

He guessed right, Ying Jiao's eyes were complicated, and Jing Ci's headache was indeed related to Qiao Anyan.

Ying Jiao flicked the ashes into the trash can, and then asked, "Jing Ci was suddenly headed that day...Hypoglycemia committed?"

Li Zhou recalled, and affirmed: "Yes, I called him to go after reading his score, but he didn't know what he was looking at, and he kept standing in front of the red list. Then he started to look wrong, and then I watched. Arrived Qiao Anyan."

Ying Jiao was stunned, remembering that Jing Ci said to him at the time: "I saw your score." The corners of his lips couldn't help being raised higher and higher, he glanced at the half of the cigarette in his hand, and crushed the cigarette butt. Throw it in the trash can.

"Okay, I see." Yingjiao took out a piece of coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the sugar paper and threw it in his mouth, and said to Li Zhou, "Thank you for this matter today."

Li Zhou was flattered: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

Ying Jiao Chong nodded his head, turned and left.

After two steps, it suddenly seemed as if he had remembered something. He turned around and looked at Li Zhou lightly: "I'm looking for you today, so you don't need to presume on Jingci, okay?"

"I, I know."

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket, and while walking, he took out his phone and sent WeChat.

[Pride]: Help me check Qiao Anyan.

[He family, your uncle]: The one who fought with Ci brother? What is he doing with moths again?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, what happened to you today? It was Li Zhou again, and it was Cha Qiao Anyan.

[Arrogance]: There is something to confirm.

[Peng Chengcheng]: OK, I know someone in Class 11.

[Arrogance]: Thanks.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: It’s not Brother Jiao, you make it clear, you suddenly checked Qiao Anyan what on earth wanted to do? Are you empathizing and wanting to be scumbag, we quit brother? !

【arrogant】:…………

[Arrogance]: I think you are sober.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Look! ! I said there was a problem? ! Are you still a person? !

[He family your uncle]: Brother Jiao, don't scare me.

[Arrogance]: Sober people are the most absurd.

【Peng Chengcheng】:…………

【Zheng Que】: _(:з」∠)_

Ying Jiao put away the phone, stood in front of the building for a while, raised his foot and returned to the classroom.

The classroom was rare and quiet, and everyone was looking down on the forum.

In the morning, the conflict between them and Te Changsheng was so loud that many people saw it again during class time. Because it involves Jingci, some people who have some good things secretly took a few photos and put them on the forum together.

[Fuck, that group of specialty students beat Ci brother? ! Go crazy with them. 】

[I saw with my own eyes that Ge Ci's head was smashed by Special Changsheng with a basketball. 】

[The idiot standing under the basketball hoop was chasing me recently. I originally wanted to agree, but now...hehe, let him go to death by himself. 】

[I really served them. If it's not good to beat me, I'll kill my brother. Even if it hits, it's not good to hit it, it just hits the head! The finals of Brother Ci is about to begin! Please don't hold me back, okay? 】

[To be honest, I don't like Jing Ci very much. But our school has finally produced a person who might be able to enter the national training team. Can't we put him first at this time? 】

[What's so noisy? Jing Ci's head is paper? Can it be broken with one hit? And won't Yingjiao also beat that specialty afterwards? To be ruthless, win arrogance even more ruthlessly. 】

[Upstairs, is it different? Fortunately, it's okay now, what if something happens? 】

[Alright, but you guys, anyway, students can do anything, ha ha. 】

People in Class 7 lacked everything, that is, there was no lack of time. As long as they saw a message saying that Jingci was not good, they would go straight up and tear them up with other people in the forum.

The post that led to Jingci's fight has been floating on the homepage for several days, so that learned about it from the third year of high school to the first year of high school.

In such an atmosphere, the officials finally announced the list of provincial teams for the Donghae Provincial Mathematics Competition.

Three people from the province entered the finals: Jing Ci, Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong.

Even if there are only three people, compared with the one-miaomiao from last year, it can be considered as a multiple of several times.

The provincial experiment was happy to make a good news directly and posted it on the school's bulletin board.

As a result, a very strange situation appeared on the bulletin board——

On the left is the notice that Jing Ci has entered the National Mathematics High School Finals, and on the right is the page after page of review books by the special students.

Comparing the two is tantamount to public punishment.

Especially after someone took a photo and posted it on the forum, everyone who provokes was hahahaha. Those special talents who fought with Jingci became even more famous.

Specialty students regretted that they were a bit faster than others every time they walked through the bulletin board.

At the same time, the provincial experiment has finally determined the amount of bonuses for the Olympiad.

Jingci rewards three thousand, Zhou Chao two thousand, Jiang Chong is one thousand.

Originally, there was no bonus for entering the finals of Mathematical Olympiad, but because Jingci's personal performance was too outstanding this year, the school only decided to award it for an unprecedented time. Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong were also in his light.

Teacher Liu resigned to Jing: "The school will hold a commendation meeting on Monday afternoon, and you will be allowed to collect the bonus on stage at that time."

He paused and smiled: "Don't worry."

Jing Ci nodded his head to show that he knew.

Teacher Liu thought about it for a while, but he didn't expect that he needed other instructions, so he waved his hand to let Jing Ci leave.

As soon as Jing Ci walked out of the office, he saw Ying Jiao waiting in the corridor.

"Something?"

"No," Ying Jiao smiled, holding his shoulders and said: "Come with me to the small shop?"

"good."

The first part of the evening self-study was just after class, and there were noisy people on the playground. Jing Ci and Ying Jiao walked side by side on the small road. Ying Jiao asked Jing Ci: "Why did Old Liu ask you just now?"

Jing Ci didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were slightly straight, and he didn't answer. It wasn't until Yingjiao asked the second time that he suddenly said, "Talk about the bonus."

"Little classmate, this is what's wrong with you," Ying Jiao snorted and squeezed his face: "Who do you miss when you are with me?"

Jing Ci did not answer.

The sourness in Yingjiao's heart suddenly rushed to the sky.

Finally found a chance to be alone. Even if Jing Ci is not attentive, he still thinks of others in front of him. Is it fair to say?

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, and put his hand on Jing Ci's shoulder slightly hard: "You..."

"Do you have anything you want?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes, his voice was faint, as if he was saying something ordinary: "I will send you."

Ying Jiao looked at him blankly, and stopped involuntarily.

Jing Ci lowered his head and his eyes fell on his shoes: "The bonus is three thousand, which is much more than expected. Do you have anything you want? I will buy it for you."

They had just walked on the brick path above, and classmates kept passing by with laughter. Jing Ci'an stood there quietly, the dim lights of the playground falling on his head, coating his Qingjun's profile with layers of faint halo. Let him lose a layer of coldness and look a little softer than usual.

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and smiled suddenly.

Ying Jiao grasped Jing Ci's wrist and dragged him to the flowerbed where almost no one passed by without refusal. His deep eyes gripped his face tightly: "As long as I want it, anything can be done?"

Jing Ci nodded: "Yeah."

Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, pushed him against the wall, and leaned forward, his voice slightly dumb: "Then kiss you? Can I kiss you?"

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: can't help it.