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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Ninety-One"

weight="142297"

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

mode = "manual"

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Teacher Liu has been very proud of the spring breeze recently. Since taking over the seventh class, she has never been so comfortable, and even writing lesson plans is more energetic than usual.

For a teacher, nothing is more fulfilling than watching a poor student get better, not to mention that the momentum of winning the arrogance is very fierce.

It only took one semester to increase the score from 400 to 566. There is still a year and a half before the college entrance examination, if he keeps it...

Teacher Liu couldn't help laughing. It shouldn't be a problem to have another heavyweight in his class, right?

"Old Liu, you are the best." In the office, a class teacher finished preparing the class, raised his head and rubbed his neck, enviously said: "Yingjiao such a thorny head actually makes you a good student."

Beside, a young teacher interrupted: "Winning pride? This name is a bit familiar."

The teacher who spoke first gave him popular science: "Xiao Chen, you just came to school not long ago, I don’t know. The student Yingjiao is very messy. When he was a freshman in high school, he forced a teacher from our school into the hospital. In the end. Nothing happened to me, the teacher was fired instead."

Teacher Little Chen was surprised: "This... is this too much, right?"

Teacher Liu couldn't listen anymore, so he let down the pen with a cold snorted: "The person who is too much is not Winjiao. Then the teacher deliberately vented the question to him, and then said that he cheated. I don't understand the students in my own class? Yingjiao doesn't at all. Will do that kind of thing!"

There are other things that Teacher Liu didn't say. The most disgusting thing about that teacher was not this, but that he took money from Yingjiao's stepmother and slandered Yingjiao and raped the little girl.

How easy it is to destroy an adolescent boy, does not require too hard evidence, and does not require many clever means. Just as a teacher, would lightly smear a few words behind back.

One is a poor student who does not study well, the other is a teacher, who will the others believe?

Rumors and gossip are always the fastest spread, and clarifications are never heard.

Adolescent boys have the strongest self-esteem and love face the most. Fortunately, I met Yingjiao, changed someone, was pointed and maliciously slandered by everyone, I am afraid I would just collapse and drop out of school.

Teacher Little Chen knew that he had said something wrong, and looked at Teacher Liu's black face, and then at the teacher who kept silent. He didn't dare to speak anymore.

Teacher Wang, who teaches chemistry, was reading a book. He noticed that the atmosphere was a little stiff, and said roundly: "Speaking of which, leaving Jingci aside, Yingjiao is the smartest student I have ever seen."

Zhao Feng also smiled and said, "Old Liu, is your class particularly good in Feng Shui? One Jing Ci is not enough, and another winning arrogance came out."

Teacher Liu loves to hear these words. He can't hold down the corners of his upturned lips forcibly, and pretends not to care: "It's nothing, it's just one test. Let's see if his results can be stable next time."

After speaking, he closed the lesson plan and carried his big water bottle: "You talk, I'll go to the class to have a look."

Teacher Liu walked out of the office and went straight to Class 7. He didn't enter the door directly, but stood quietly at the back door, looking in through the small glass window on the door.

Seeing that Yingjiao was lowering his head to study, instead of messing around with Zheng Que next to him, he nodded with satisfaction and entered the classroom through the front door.

"You speak loudest!" Teacher Liu walked to the last row and patted Zheng Que with the book a few times: "Look at how hard you work, you have such a good relationship, why don't you know how to learn from others!"

Zheng Que held his head and burst into tears.

His arrogant brother is learning for love. He can't catch up with his sister and doesn't have love. Where does the motivation come from?

In a love, one licks a dog. Different classes, how can they be compared together?

Teacher Liu didn't pay much attention to him, and turned to Yingjiao's workbook: "What about chemistry?"

Ying Jiao nodded.

Teacher Liu coughed and said unintentionally, "Your math score is still too low. You have time to work on math."

Winning pride: "..."

Winning arrogance and laughter: "Okay."

Teacher Liu asked him a few words, and walked around the class again, confiscating what should be confiscated, beating what should be beaten, and then left.

Yingjiao didn't change the math problem. Jing Ci made a plan for him. There was a corresponding schedule for each subject, and he never violated it.

After finishing a set of chemistry papers, my self-study was over at the end of the night. Ying Jiao closed the workbook and waited until the people in the classroom were almost gone, then got up and knocked on the desk of Jing Ci: "Go back."

During this time, he has been living in the dormitory. But because the two are currently separated and cannot touch each other, the application form for the change of accommodation has been put on hold indefinitely, and they are still living in separate residences.

Jing Ci packed his schoolbags and went back to the dormitory with him.

Boys wash up quickly. At this moment, the water room has passed the peak period of use. Jing Ci found a spot in the corner, washed up as quickly as possible, and changed into pajamas. After thinking about it, he took two mobile phones to the bedroom of Yingjiao.

Yingjiao was wiping her hair at the table, and water drops were everywhere. The dark tabletop was illuminated by the light, shimmeringly reflecting the light.

"Sit down and I'll be fine right away."

Jing Ci didn't sit, and he was uncomfortable seeing the water trails. Seeing that Yingjiao was almost done, he drew a few tissues and walked over to wipe the desktop from beginning to end.

Next to him, Ying Jiao had a full view of his movements, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but pick up.

Jing Ci’s obsessive-compulsive disorder is very serious, but he is a little better. Just take care of himself and never force others to follow his habits. If you really can’t stand it, you can at most give a reminder, or you can sort it out silently by yourself.

Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes, deliberately mischievous, and flicked his hair again.

There were a lot of water drops on the table that had just been wiped, Jing Ci was taken aback, and quickly reached out to wipe it again.

Ying Jiao liked the feeling of Jing Ci turning around him, so when the two lived together before, he deliberately littered his clothes and did not fold the quilt. Seeing Jing Ci tidy up as if he was behind him, his heart Very satisfied.

Therefore, the more Jing Ci wiped, the more unclean he was. Helpless, he raised his eyes to look at Ying Jiao: "Brother, don't make trouble."

"Who are you talking about?" Ying Jiao thief is shameless: "I blame me for dripping hair? Why are you so unreasonable?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci knew that he was deliberately bullying, and just as the appointed place lowered his head to wipe it again, the tissue in his hand was snatched by Ying Jiao.

"Stop teasing you." Ying Jiao smiled and wiped the table clean by himself. Then she leaned back lazily on the bed rail and asked Jing Ci: "Why do you move so fast today?"

Jing Ci avoided talking, took out the phone and handed it to him: "Return the phone to you."

"Huh?" Yingjiao didn't answer: "What's the situation?"

"I..." Jing Ci looked down and whispered, "I will go to the training camp tomorrow."

"So?" What did he mean, Ying Jiao felt like a mirror, but he still asked deliberately.

I'm talking about it for this reason, why doesn't Yingjiao still understand?

Jing Ci's face was a little red, and he explained, "At that time... let's get in touch."

Ying Jiao felt soft, knowing that he was reluctant to separate from him, and soothed softly: "You take it first. I will go to the train station to see you tomorrow, and you will give it to me before you check the ticket."

"No need!" Almost at the moment when his voice landed, Jing Ci immediately said: "I don't need you to send it."

Jing Ci's reaction was a bit big, and Ying Jiao was surprised: "What's the matter, baby? Tomorrow afternoon is a holiday, I will send you nothing without delay."

Jing Ci still shook his head, his face firm: "Brother, I don't want you to send it."

The farewell in the dream had such an impact on him so much that he now thinks about winning the arrogant picture of him, and he feels scared.

Although he didn't know the reason, but seeing that he was really unwilling, Yingjiao didn't force him anymore, nodded and said: "Okay, then you go by yourself. Anyway, I am a strict wife, you have the final say in our house."

Jing Ci's face flushed.

Is this blushing? Still less training.

Ying Jiao sighed and turned his eyes around Jing Ci. Seeing that his pajamas were buttoned tightly, he sighed regretfully: "I will leave tomorrow, stay with me tonight?"

"good."

"By the way, the Wang Qiong that you mentioned before has a good relationship with you, what does he look like?" Ying Jiao sat on the edge of the bed, bent over to get water under the bed, and asked Jing Ci.

Jing Ci was turning on the camera and quietly aimed at Ying Jiao's profile. Hearing that his fingers trembled, his ears were red and said: "Just, that's it."

He calmed down his fierce heartbeat, and then continued: "I'm about the same height as Li Zhou, a little bit fat, and wearing glasses, what's wrong?"

Without being tall and handsome, I feel relieved to win the arrogance.

"It's okay, I..." Before Ying Jiao finished his sentence, he glanced at Jing Ci's erected cell phone from the corner of his eye and turned around quickly: "Baby, what are you doing?"

"No, nothing." Jing Ci swallowed dryly and moved aside, trying to hide the phone, but was quickly snatched by Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao clicked on the screen twice, and when he saw the photos in the album, he suddenly smiled: "Candidly photographed me?"

Jing Ci was so embarrassed that his head was about to smoke when someone was caught on the spot. He lowered his head and whispered: "Just... just pat..."

Yingjiao is about to be sweetened by him, and he can't wait to press him on the bed, rub it, and kiss him. He coughed and tried to calm himself: "Want a picture of me?"

Jing Ci nodded.

"Stupid or not," Ying Jiao's lips curled up slightly, and he whispered softly: "Do you need a sneak shot if you want? Just tell me no? Any posture can be customized on-site."

He paused and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have a special photo..."

Jing Ci raised his eyes.

Ying Jiao looked at his eyes, and Sao Li smiled angrily: "I don't wear any clothes, I only cover up the whole body a little bit, and all other places are exposed. Would you like me to give it to you?"

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, a little embarrassed, not knowing why he was a little uncomfortable: "You...how can you take that kind of photo?"

Who is taking pictures of Yingjiao? Also... Did you see him without clothes?

"What kind of photo?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes: "That's the kind..."

"Jingshen, why are your thoughts so impure?" Ying Jiao admired his expression enough, unscrewed the water bottle and drank, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm talking about a photo of me when I was a kid. Where do you think?"

Jing Ci was dumbfounded, then his cheeks burst red, and he wanted to find a place to sew in.

Ying Jiao looked at his flushed face and laughed wildly.

That night, Ying Jiao took dozens of photos with Jingci's mobile phone, until he couldn't think of a pose, then he gave up.

The next day, after Jing Ci had lunch, he set off for the training team.

This training camp lasted nine days, and like the last time, there was an exam every other day. Finally, based on the comprehensive results of the four examinations, six team members were selected to represent the country in the International Mathematical Olympiad in July.

Jing Ci and Wang Qiong have a good relationship. This time, they are still divided into a dormitory.

Wang Qiong was delighted when he saw him entering the door: "This is a coincidence." He looked into the corridor, saw no one, and said quietly to the scene: "Cen Hai also shares a dormitory with us, and suddenly felt a little stressed. ."

"It's okay." Jing Ci opened an empty cabinet, and while packing his luggage, he comforted him: "When the time comes, I will come back tired and don't even want to say anything. It's no different from anyone in a dormitory."

"Yes." Wang Qiong thought for a while. This is indeed the case, and sighed: "I'm waiting to lose weight again."

Nothing happened as usual on the first day. In the evening, after Jing Ci had dinner, he went to the campus with Wang Qiong and went back to the dormitory.

When he opened his schoolbag and prepared to take the book out for a look, Jing Ci inevitably thought of Yingjiao.

He unlocked the phone and was about to look at the photos inside, when Yingjiao called.

Jing Ci's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran out to answer the phone: "Brother."

"Yeah." An arrogant and pleasant voice came from the microphone: "What are you doing?"

"Just returned to the dormitory after eating."

"Are you going to class tonight?"

"No." Jing Ci opened the window in the corridor, and the moist spring breeze came in for a moment, blowing comfortably on his face. He raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and his voice was a little brisk: "Tonight is free time. I will go to bed after reading a book."

"Then look..."

Before Ying Jiao finished his sentence, he was interrupted by Jing Ci: "I...I'm not in a hurry, let's talk a little longer."

Ying Jiao chuckles: "Baby, don't you see what I put in the innermost layer of your schoolbag?"

Jing Ci subconsciously said, "Shredded coconut milk cake?"

"No." Ying Jiao Shi laughed: "You'll know if you go and see."

Holding the phone, Jing Ci ran into the dormitory, unzipped the innermost zipper of his schoolbag, and took out a small white box.

"what is this?"

"Wireless earphones." In the classroom, Yingjiao sat down on a chair: "I connected your phone to you. You open the box, take out the earphones and put them on."

Jing Ci was puzzled: "Why did you bring me this?"

Yingjiao turned out a workbook: "You gave me your phone, of course I have to use it as ordered."

He smiled: "Shall we do the problem together tonight?"

How to do the problem together? Jing Ci was startled, and just about to ask him, he suddenly realized what he said.

His excited cheeks were a little red, and he immediately agreed: "Okay."

So, this night. Yingjiao and Jingci hung up wireless headsets, kept talking, and read books to do their own questions.

Although they didn't say a word, the sound of breathing, turning over a book, and the occasional chanting of formulas when they were fascinated by questions, can make them feel each other's existence.

Even if they are not together in space, their time is synchronized.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Brother Jiao: I think Jing Ci wants my nude photos.