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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter nine"

weight="141971"

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

mode = "manual"

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The dean is called Feng Mao, who is newly transferred this semester.

The new official took office with three fires and was very keen on discipline. He didn't eat breakfast, held a big horn, stood in front of the teaching building for fifteen minutes, and finally caught the typical example of Yingjiao.

Knowing that he was in the seventh grade of the second grade, Feng Mao took the person directly to the second grade science office and pushed him to Teacher Liu: "Is this from your class?"

Teacher Liu was eating steamed buns and frowned when he saw the two of them: "Yes."

He stood up, pushed the office chair aside, glanced at Jing Ci, and said in a deep voice, "What did the two of them commit?"

"This—" Feng Mao pointed to Ying Jiao: "I was caught upright without wearing a school uniform." He turned around and pulled Jing Ci up and sneered: "As for this one, he said he would testify to his friend to prove that he didn't. Wearing school uniforms is dirty."

Hearing that it was not a fight or skipping class, Teacher Liu heaved a sigh of relief: "Director, don't worry, I will let him go back to wear school uniform."

Feng Mao was very dissatisfied with his light-handed attitude. He patted the table and said, "Mr. Liu, the students in your class should be in charge! Students must wear school uniforms. This is a rule! As long as they are in school, Shou! It's not what I said, for an unorganized and undisciplined person like him, he will be a prison in the future!"

He looked at Jing Ci: "This is not a good product either! You can tell a lie and grab your hands. At first glance, it is not good at character!"

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Feng Mao was ignited by the namelessness of his glance: "What are you looking at? Why? Not convinced? Is the teacher wrong? What about your school uniform? Why don't you wear it?!"

Ying Jiao Erlang leaned on his desk and lazily said, "It's dirty."

Feng Mao instantly exploded: "Teacher Liu, look at the students in your class! What kind of attitude is this?! Is it reasonable to not wear school uniforms? Just take the college entrance examination? Take a fart! Go home with your schoolbag!"

Ying Jiao raised his lips, stood up straight, turned and left.

"You" Feng Mao was furious: "What's the matter with you, a student?! Stop it for me! Where are you going?!"

Ying Jiao didn't look back, completely ignoring Feng Mao behind him: "Go home with your schoolbag."

Feng Mao ran forward two steps: "You come back to me, come back! Have you heard?!"

"Sorry, our prison never goes back."

The other eavesdropping teachers in the office couldn't hold back, and chuckled.

Feng Mao was so angry that he fell on his back and almost fainted on the spot.

"You! You have a big demerit! You have to write a review of three thousand words! When the flag is raised on Monday, read it on the podium in front of all the teachers and students of the school!"

"No!" Before Yingjiao spoke, Teacher Liu suddenly seemed to be stung by a bee and jumped up: "Yingjiao can't read the review!"

The last time he was so punished to win arrogance, he abruptly turned the review into a personal speech conference.

During this period, there was thunderous applause and screaming ceaselessly. Teacher Liu has no doubt that if he hadn't dragged him down halfway, he could even go down and sign the students.

I think of Yingjiao standing on the podium with a handsome face, and slowly saying to the students who are coming to sign: "Don't worry, take your time, come one by one, you will have a share."

Teacher Liu's eyes instantly went black.

He repeatedly emphasized: "You can't review it."

Feng Mao thought he was going to show off the students in his class, and he was going to talk to him with a black face. Suddenly blessed to the soul, remembering the name Yingjiao.

Those glorious events that had been heard of, immediately confronted the people in front of them.

No matter what else, it is said that he has a hard background at home and has beaten the teacher?

Feng Mao weighed himself and Yingjiao's physique, persuaded.

He touched his lips with a fist, coughed, and found himself a step down: "It's okay if you don't review, you can manage your students in your class! The leaders of the Education Bureau will check these days, and the students must dress uniformly! "

Teacher Liu nodded, echoed him a few words, and finally sent him out of the office.

As soon as he turned around, the smile on Teacher Liu's face disappeared. He looked at Jing Ci and said as kindly as possible: "You go back to study, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, smiled a little embarrassedly at Teacher Liu, opened the door of the office and left.

Facing Yingjiao, Teacher Liu doesn't have such a good temper.

"Come with me," Teacher Liu said with a black face, pulling Yingjiao into the corner of the corridor, and said with a headache: "Your temper-can't your temper be restrained? Yes, he doesn't speak well, but After all, it’s the director, so what's wrong with you? Do you think you are angry with him?"

Ying Jiaoman casually leaned on the window sill and smiled: "I am angry with him? Didn't I follow him?"

"You!" Teacher Liu was blocked by him, speechless, with a big head: "Go ahead, why don't you wear school uniforms?"

Teacher Liu has taught Yingjiao for more than a year and knows him well.

I know that although he doesn't like to learn, he is not like other poor students, who is eager to show off. As long as you don't provoke him, winning the pride is pretty easy to manage.

"The clothes are really dirty." Yingjiao said, "I lived in school last night, and I didn't change it."

"You..." Teacher Liu rubbed his eyebrows: "In this way, I'll find you an idle set..."

"I don't wear other people's clothes." Yingjiao interrupted him.

"Which so many stinky problems!" Teacher Liu was so angry with him that he couldn't wait to go up and give him a moment: "Then what do you want? Do it with the director? Our class has only a little bit left this week, let's continue. Deduct it, don't you think so, I can't afford to lose that person!"

"How can it be?" Ying Jiao laughed, patted Teacher Liu on the back, "Don't be angry, I'll send someone the school uniform."

"It's not hurry!"

Yingjiao took out his phone and sent a message.

Teacher Liu glared at him, pretending not to see it.

"My dirty school uniform can't be worn anymore. I need to buy a new one." Yingjiao put away the phone and said to Teacher Liu: "Can you make a note for me?"

"Okay." Teacher Liu waved his hand: "I will contact the faculty and staff later, so that I can send it to you as soon as possible."

When the business was finished, Teacher Liu was about to let him go back, and Ying Jiao suddenly said, "Teacher, I want to change my seat."

Teacher Liu looked at him warily: "Where are you going to change?"

Ying Jiao smiled: "Jing Ci is at the same table."

Teacher Liu frowned: "When did your relationship get so good?"

"We must study together, make progress together, and win glory for the seventh class. Kill 211, surpass 985, and create the myth of provincial experiment."

Teacher Liu:"……"

Teacher Liu: "...speaking of people."

Ying Jiao chuckles: "The friendship of men comes so quickly."

Teacher Liu couldn't bear it, and his head was like a thud: "I don't have time to chat with you! You give me back to class!"

"Then about changing seats...?"

Teacher Liu now feels eyes hurt when he sees him: "Jing Ci agrees."

Ying Jiao returned to the classroom leisurely, and when he passed by Jing Ci, he found that he was writing English. Those stiff letters are fluent and beautiful in his pen. Even if he has never seen the words of the previous Jingci, Yingjiao does not think that someone who never reads would write such words.

He pulled his chair away and sat down, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Whether it was this curious thing itself, or this sudden person, it made him feel excited.

When he was bored, he finally found some pastime, and he couldn't let it go easily.

"What are you thinking about, laughing so lasciviously?" He Zhou leaned over and joked: "Could it be that our brother Jiao finally fell in love with which girl is going to fall in love?"

Before Ying Jiao spoke, Zheng Que on the side rolled his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, isn't Jia Jiao asexual?"

He porridge chuckled out: "Yes, yes, I was wrong."

Yingjiao has grown up well. Since junior high school, he has followed a large group of suitors, both boys and girls.

However, Yingjiao never looked at them more, nor did he take any enthusiasm for them. Over time, friends who played well with him teased him with asexuality.

"It's your ass." Ying Jiao threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and pushed away He porridge's big face impatiently: "Block the light, start up."

He porridge is more serious with him: "Why don't it matter to me, if I really have a sister-in-law, can I not meet?"

Ying Jiao sneered and glanced at him: "What did you do? Go kowtow?"

"You!" He congee was so angry that he turned around and ignored him.

Different from the noisy late self-study, the morning self-study in Class 7 is very quiet. Most people lie on the table to make up for sleep, and occasionally they can hear fancy snoring.

Therefore, the movement of Yingjiao and the others seemed extraordinarily large, and Jing Ci couldn't help but glance back.

"Hey," Li Zhou was suffocated this morning. Jing Ci was reading the book seriously and didn't talk to him at all. Finally, after reading Jing Ci, he stopped writing and immediately came over: "You read all morning, can you understand? "

Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."

Li Zhou chuckled and glanced at him, not believing: "Just blow it."

Jing Ci smiled and said nothing.

"Where to eat at noon today?" Li Zhou asked Jingci, "Are you still going to take out?"

The provincial experiment does not allow students to order takeaways, but there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. After several months of study, these people in the seventh class of high school finally found a weak place in the corner of the west wall of the school, and succeeded in occupying the mountain as the king and developing it into an exclusive place for taking takeaways from the seventh class.

Jing Ci raised his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was less than eight o'clock, and he wanted to have lunch.

He shook his head: "No, I'll go to a cafeteria to eat."

Li Zhou thought for a while: "Then I'll go too. I'm tired of taking out." He slammed Bian Jingci's shoulder and told him: "Then you will ring the bell soon after school. People who go to a cafeteria are too busy. It’s too much, I can’t grab it soon."

Jing Ci nodded and agreed: "Okay."

The four classes in the morning are physics, English, mathematics and chemistry. Jing Ci listened very carefully to each section.

The provincial experiment is indeed the best high school in the province. The high school he was in before was good enough, but the teacher is still incomparable with the provincial experiment.

The more Jing Ci listened, the more excited he felt that this was probably the greatest compensation that God would give him after putting on the book.

Several class teachers have been instructed by Teacher Liu. They didn't believe that Jing's speech would be changed, but at this time, seeing him looking up and listening to the class, I felt very relieved.

The chemistry teacher is the short fat man who held Teacher Liu in the office before. His surname is Wang, who has a very good temper and a good heart. was afraid that Jingci would not understand, so deliberately elaborated.

Jing Ci is very keen on knowledge. Seeing the teacher change his lecture style while looking at his direction, his heart is warm.

Even if the teacher talked about everything he had learned before, he still listened very carefully.

When the bell rang for the last class in the morning, Li Zhou hurriedly took Jing Ci and rushed outside: "Hurry up, or you won't be able to get it!"

"Sunday, every time I go to a cafeteria is like an Olympic game."

Jing Ci was also shocked by the running army on the playground. This was never the case in his previous school: "Do you run like this every day?"

"Otherwise?" Li Zhou raised his trousers: "You don't know, every time you line up to the end, everything is gone."

As Li Zhou said, the speed under his feet was getting faster, and Jing Ci couldn't even keep up.

Li Zhou thought he was slow: "I'll run first! Go and take a seat." He whispered and gasped, turned his head to the scene and resigned: "You, you will find me at the 9th window and join my team!"

Jing Ci couldn't catch his breath as soon as he spoke, so he nodded as a response.

At this time, Ying Jiao was walking towards the classroom, the driver at home brought his school uniform over, and the auntie cook brought him food by the way.

He was carrying the school uniform in one hand and the thermos in the other hand, avoiding the students running to the cafeteria, and he was about to turn to the small road when his eyes suddenly stopped.

On the opposite side, Jing Ci was running towards this side with his head stuffed, his cheeks flushed, and he looked very young.

He curled his lips, immediately turned around under his feet, and walked straight to the opposite of Jing Ci.

Jing Ci was running desperately forward, suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, as if he had encountered some obstacle, but at this time it was too late to stop. Even though he tried to control, he ran into it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jing Ci apologized immediately.

There was a familiar voice over the head, low, with a little bit of teasing: "Who is this? I'm very skilled in throwing arms and holding arms."