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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Fifty Seven"

weight="142159"

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

mode = "manual"

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In the small bathroom on the third floor, Ying Jiao squeezed a little hand sanitizer into his palm, rubbed it a few times, and turned on the faucet to flush out the foam.

This is a toilet for teachers, and students are generally not allowed to use it, but occasionally washing hands or something is fine.

He congee and a few people also came together. They just helped cut the cake in the classroom, because the knife given by the store was too soft, and a lot of cream was rubbed on their hands, and there was a sweet and greasy smell after rubbing them.

Zheng Que shook the water in his hand and looked outside the door, and saw that there was no one in the corridor. Quietly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and handed the pack to Yingjiao: "Come on?"

Ying Jiao shook his head: "No." Turning around and drew two pieces of paper from the paper tube on the wall to wipe his hands.

Zheng Que divided the smoke between He porridge and Peng Chengcheng, spit out the smoke ring and sighed: "My proud brother is now more and more like a good student."

Ying Jiao snorted and said nothing.

He threw the used tissues into the trash can, thinking of sitting on the playground in the afternoon, looking up at Jing Ci on the flag-raising stand, and still feel his chest throbbing.

The person who shines and is admired and admired by the teachers and students of the school is the one he likes.

Yingjiao's heart is full of pride and pride, faintly, and a sense of urgency that is ready to emerge.

Such a good, such an excellent speech is worthy of all the best in the world, including lovers.

He has to work harder, harder, hard enough to stand by his side with Jing Ci.

He can be the glory of Jing Ci, but he will never allow himself to become his drag and stain.

"Brother Jiao, it's your birthday soon, right?" Zheng Que finished smoking a cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

While waving his sleeves vigorously trying to dissipate the smell of himself, so as not to be smelled by Teacher Liu, he said: "How do you plan to spend this year? How many lessons are you skipping on Sunday morning?"

During this period of time, Yingjiao devoted himself to studying, and had no time to take them out. Zheng Que had been suffocated long ago. He couldn't help but seize the opportunity to entrain private goods: "How about having a party and playing games during the day, and going out to play games at night?"

Ying Jiao glanced at him blankly: "Did you teach you how to skip class for nine years of duty?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que had no hope at all. What he said just now was just a test. Success is better, and it doesn't matter if it is unsuccessful.

He said again: "It's okay not to skip class. Let's go on vacation again in the afternoon."

"No wave." Yingjiao refused completely: "There is no time."

"No," Zheng Que didn't understand: "Have a holiday, do you have other things?"

"Yes." Yingjiao opened the door and said sincerely: "One afternoon, enough to do a few sets of papers."

He porridge, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: "..."

Zheng Que stared at him dumbfounded, and couldn't believe it: "Brother Jiao, you...are you being poisoned?"

It was normal before, just working hard in class, how come you don’t even let go of the holidays now, and a desperate Saburo is put in place. Is this guy still an arrogant brother who does something wrong with him?

"What kind of Gu?" Ying Jiao asked back, not knowing what he thought of, and suddenly Sao Li smiled angrily: "Love Gu?"

To buy cakes at the dessert shop today, a few young girls happened to be in front of him.

One of them was holding a bunch of pink flowers and sharing emotions with his companion with a flushed face.

Ying Jiao accidentally listened to it, and then realized that the girl was holding a pink rose representing first love.

Yingjiao thought that he would never do anything like sending flowers to express his heart, but he didn't understand it until now. No, it's just that I haven't met the person who was willing to let him do it before.

Probably it was really poisoned, Ying Jiao peeled a piece of coconut candy in his mouth, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

He porridge was choked by his sore toothache, "Then what arrogant brother, make a discussion, if you want to fall in love, just talk about it, can you not show up?"

Ying Jiao tickled the sugar cube with the tip of his tongue, and said lazily: "Men don't show off, they are all idiots."

Straw bag he porridge Zheng Que and Peng Chengcheng: "..."

Zheng Que said angrily: "You wait! I want to fall in love, and I want to show off too!"

"You?" Ying Jiao took out his pocket and threw the half pack of cigarettes to him: "Aren't you just rejected?"

Zheng Que forced himself to save his respect: "What's wrong with rejection? That is reserved! Do you understand that reserved? Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? She gave me a thumbs-up to my circle of friends yesterday, she must have a feeling for me NS!"

Yingjiao glanced at him pityingly: "Well, have you thought about your child's name?"

Zheng Que was stunned for several seconds before realizing that he was mocking himself, and he was so angry that he was about to rush to fight to the death with Ying Jiao Jue, but he was stopped by He porridge.

"Come on, Old Zheng, you said you can't beat and beat, and you have to try what you can do." He congee patted his back to give him comfort, racked his brains for a while, and finally pulled it out. The one that wins arrogance is good: "Brother arrogant is just joking with you, you think he even gave you the cigarette."

Zheng Que looked down at the cigarette in his hand, too.

As soon as the anger in my heart was about to go down, I heard Ying Jiao say: "I think he owes it, let him pump more."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que jumped into thunder in an instant: "I win the arrogance, your uncle!"

Peng Chengcheng really couldn't listen anymore, so he held Zheng Que and took the initiative to speak, "That Qiao Anyan, I asked my friend."

Ying Jiao instantly put away the carelessness on his face: "How to say?"

"He..." Peng Chengcheng organized the language in his heart, and then said: "My friend said he was a bit weird. He obviously performed well in class, and his scores on quizzes were also quite high. As soon as he got to the exam, he would lose the chain."

Ying Jiao frowned slightly.

"Also," Peng Chengcheng said again: "He was very lucky a while ago, so good that he can draw prizes every time in the game."

Afraid of winning the arrogance or not, he added another sentence: "At that time, many people in their class asked him to help with the drawing. It is said that he has drawn a lot of good things, but recently his good luck has gone."

"Fuck." He Conge couldn't help but explode: "Is it so mysterious?"

"Well," Peng Chengcheng said blankly, "Everyone in their class knows it."

High and low grades, inexplicable good luck, Jing Ci's headache...

Yingjiao has taken care of the key points in his mind, but he can't think of any reasoning between these points.

The phone in his trouser pocket suddenly shook, and Ying Jiao picked it up and saw that it turned out to be news from Li Zhou.

[First hang in the universe]: Brother Jiao, I just remembered something suddenly, let me tell you.

[Arrogance]: Say.

[First hang in the universe]: As for Qiao Anyan, I was on the playground with Brother Ci before, and he suddenly ran over and said: Yangcheng Olympics.

[First Hanging in the Universe]: We left after we finished speaking. Brother Ci and I didn't understand what he meant.

[The first hang in the universe]: I thought you might want to know, so I told you.

The Yangcheng Olympics?

Ying Jiao looked at the screen thoughtfully. He remembered that Yangcheng seemed to be bidding for the Olympics. There was a lot of news the year before, and there has been no news in the past two years.

Ying Jiao quickly typed with his fingers and confirmed with Li Zhou——

[Pride]: Is he talking about Yangcheng's bid for the Olympics, or the Yangcheng Olympics?

[The first hang in the universe]: The Yangcheng Olympics, brother Ci and I heard clearly.

[Arrogance]: OK, I know, thanks.

Ying Jiao put away the phone and gradually found a clue.

There is still a big difference between a bid for the Olympics and the Olympics, and there may be very little mistakes. Rule out that tiny possibility, that is to say, Qiao Anyan knows that Yangcheng is going to hold the Olympic Games?

The whole country is waiting for things that haven't come out yet, how could he know?

Ying Jiao stood there for a while and turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Let your friend help me pay more attention to him."

Peng Chengcheng nodded: "OK."

Several people went back to the classroom together.

Ying Jiao pretended to inadvertently glanced at Jing Ci's seat, but did not see the rose.

Winning arrogance and laughter was probably thrown away, after all, Jing Ci is not a flower-loving person.

He didn't know that that night, the flowers he thought had been thrown away appeared in the iron box of Jingci's test papers.

Since then, this dry little rose has become Jingci's only collection apart from the examination papers.

After the commendation meeting, everything worked as usual.

The students in the provincial experiment are busy preparing for the final exam, and rarely even go to the forum. Jing Ci intensively brushed the competition rolls in order to achieve a good result in the upcoming finals.

The only difference is that Yingjiao has worked harder.

In the past, he just listened carefully in class, and stopped fishing in self-study classes.

Now I rarely go out even after class, and I do papers one after another. Because Jingci's time is precious, Yingjiao no longer asks him to appraise test papers for himself.

He did the questions himself, made the answers himself, wrote down the mistakes himself, and then repeatedly studied the mistakes, looking for the same type of questions to do, so desperately, even Teacher Liu was a little shocked.

Jing Ci also noticed the state of winning, he spent most of the time in the small classroom in the second teaching building. It is impossible for Yingjiao to answer him as soon as he encounters a problem as before.

But no matter how busy he was, he did not forget to pay attention to the learning progress of Yingjiao.

So every morning, there will be a piece of paper on Yingjiao’s desktop with detailed knowledge points and corresponding question types, and each point corresponds to the new record of the wrong question in his wrong question book.

When Yingjiao gets confused and irritable in learning, just look at the manuscripts of Jingci that he has accumulated day by day, and feel that he can brush a few more sets of test questions.

It was another morning. After Jing Ci finished his breakfast, he went to Class 7 and put back the wrong question book of Yingjiao. Then he went downstairs to the second teaching building.

He was the last one to arrive today. Seeing him, Zhao Feng did not wait for him to sit down, so he walked up to the podium and announced: "I've got you a foreign aid."

The foreign aid is called Xiao Leyue, the son of a friend of Zhao Feng. Once in the National High School League, he broke into the national training team and was sent to Tsinghua University. Although eliminated in the first round of selection of the national training team, it is still a promising existence.

"In the next half month, I will allow you to bring your mobile phones to school." Zhao Feng stood on the podium and said to the three Jingci: "Wait later, you all add my WeChat account, and then I will send you and Little Xiao to In a WeChat group, if you have any questions, ask him in the group."

Seeing them all, Zhao Feng nodded, and continued: "Xiao Xiao has personal experience in this area, and he is better than me. Don't feel embarrassed, just ask if you should ask, learning from other people's experience is more important than anything!"

The three Jingci answered one after another: "Okay."

Xiao Leyue is a good person, maybe because of Zhao Feng's face, he answered their questions in detail, not hiding himself at all, Jing Ci and Zhou Chao had a good impression of him.

After a few days of contact, gradually, it is no longer limited to asking about the finals. Sometimes when encountering problems, two people have no ideas, and they will be sent to the group to discuss with Xiao Leyue.

Xiao Leyue has received systematic Olympiad training, which happens to be lacking in Jingci. In many cases, Xiao Leyue's problem-solving ideas can give him a lot of inspiration.

As a result, Jing Ci spends more time on his mobile phone accordingly.

A few days before the final exam, Zhao Feng did not detain them in the small classroom, but let them go back to prepare for the exam.

After all, the final is important, and the final exam is even more important.

Ying Jiao found that Jing Ci was looking at his mobile phone during his self-study early, and found it quite novel, so he couldn't help but ask more.

"Ms. Zhao found a senior who had been in the national training team," Jing Ci explained to him while copying the idea of ​​solving the problem: "We often discuss Mathematical Olympiad problems with him on WeChat."

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, and said with a smile: "I thought you were starting to do nothing."

Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled at him: "I won't."

Ying Jiao was tickled by his smile. He was about to say something when He Zhou suddenly came over and threw a few gift boxes on his desktop: "Brother Jiao, happy birthday!"

He congee pointed to one of the boxes and said, "I gave you this! A leather belt. Old Zheng bought you a lighter, but he went to the mall and picked a watch. We all said it was ugly. He didn't believe it. Just look at it, hahahaha."

Ying Jiao rushed to them and thanked them: "I accept it, thank you."

"Small." He congee and several people walked away in a group with a grin.

"Your birthday today?" Jing Ci put down his pen and looked up at Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao put the gift box under the table and nodded indifferently: "Yeah."

"Happy birthday." Jing Ci was a little annoyed, if he had known it long ago. Win Jiao celebrated his birthday, but he didn't prepare any gifts...

It's been a long time since I was able to tease his little wife. Ying Jiao felt bad in his stomach. He stretched out his hand and squeezed Xia Jingci's face and said, "Little classmate, don't tease me."

Jing Ci turned his head and avoided his hand, refused to admit the charge, and said with his face warmly: "I...when did I tease you? Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm kidding, I'm just talking nonsense, I have evidence." Ying Jiao's face was awe-inspiring: "Under the bright sun, is it you who wished me a happy birthday?"

Jing Ci nodded ignorantly: "Yes..."

But just say happy birthday. Is there anything wrong?

"That's not it," Ying Jiao licked his lips, leaned to his ear, and said in a low voice: "Happy birthday. Happy birth and happy day. Do you think you are teasing me and suggesting me?"

The author has something to say: Our sorrowful gangster arrogant brother has grown up...