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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter One"

weight="141949"

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

mode = "manual"

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"Let's talk about it, why are you fighting again this time?"

When Jing Ci's consciousness returned, he heard an unfamiliar male voice.

He opened his eyes and faced a pair of glaring copper bells with big eyes.

The ferocious-looking middle-aged man clattered his desk and screamed angrily: "The day before yesterday, I promised me that I would not skip classes or fights, and study hard. The result? In a blink of an eye, the old-fashioned behavior will reappear! Do you think the teacher? Can't cure you? Huh?"

"Look at what I'm doing? I'll tell you Jing Ci, you don't want to fool me this time!"

Jing Ci looked at him blankly, his mind was blank.

How is this going?

He only remembered that after the college entrance examination results came out, he missed the provincial science champion by one point. Depressed and unwilling, he stayed at home and drank a few sips of alcohol before waking up. It was now.

"I..." He subconsciously followed the man and said, "I didn't fight..."

"No fight?!" The other party became even more angry when he heard this, and the loud voice almost broke Jingci's eardrums: "You dare to say that you didn't fight?! People have fainted, what are you doing? Is it touching? Come on, come on, come on, I will touch you to death today!"

With that said, it was just a click on Jing Ci's back.

Jing Ci took a painful breath and saw that he was raising his hand, and there was a tendency to strike down, he quickly raised his hand to block him: "Uncle, you wait"

This stretched out his hand and he felt something was wrong.

Jing Ci's writing posture was not standard since he was younger. The teacher who taught him corrected him countless times, but he just couldn't change it. So much so that on his right middle finger, there was a small cocoon that bulged up slightly.

But the fingers of the hands in front of him were white and flawless, and there was no trace of overwriting on them.

This is not his hand.

Jing Ci's brain buzzed, and his heart beat like a drum instantly.

He took a deep breath, calmed down for a few seconds, lowered his head and looked up slowly.

He is not wearing the white T he is familiar with, but a blue and white school uniform, with a strange pattern printed on the lower left of his chest, and a few small characters around it: Donghai Provincial Experimental Senior High School.

Jing Ci staggered and slammed his back against the edge of the desk.

This is not his body, nor his school.

He... crossed.

"What do you call me? Uncle?" The man pointed at Jing Ci in disbelief, his breath became heavy with anger: "I just said a few words from you, are you not even willing to call the teacher now?!"

"Calm down, Teacher Liu, calm down." A short and fat teacher wearing glasses walked over and desperately pulled the furious teacher Liu: "Jing Ci was stunned by you, no other meaning."

Turning his head and winking at Jing Ci: "Hurry up, apologize to your class teacher."

At this moment, Jing Ci had already set off a huge wave in his heart, his face turned pale, trying to calm himself down.

"Sorry, teacher, I was wrong."

Teacher Liu snorted, waved away the hand of the pudgy teacher, and walked to Jing Ci, hating iron and steel, and said: "Your parents don't know how hard it took to send you to our province for the experiment. You have a good learning environment. You are good! Learn to fight and skip classes, but not to study! Are you worthy of them?"

"I don't understand. You and Qiao Anyan are in class seven and class eleven. The classrooms are not on the same floor. How can he provoke you?"

"Qiao Anyan?"

Qiao Anyan, Donghai Provincial Experimental High School, Jing Ci...

Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly. Isn't this the content of a rebirth campus essay he had read before?

The protagonist was impoverished and died in Qiao Anyan's last life. By coincidence, he returned to the second year of high school, and since then started the road to face smashing from a scumbag to a tyrant.

This book advertises sweet and refreshing text, but the author only writes that the protagonist has been counter-attacked to the first grade, and even the relationship between offense and acceptor has not had time to develop.

At that time, Jing Ci still cursed a few words in his heart at the time when the reader was hanging up.

Unexpectedly, there was a deflated calf in the dark, and he actually went into this book.

In the novel, the original body is just a low-level cannon fodder with little drama. Because of crazy obsession with the protagonist attacking and winning arrogance, and doing a lot of mindless things, even boasting to win the arrogant ex-boyfriend. Finally, the protagonist was beaten to the face and dropped out of school, and died in a gang fight.

The fight this time was because the original body heard that Qiao Anyan likes to win arrogance, and went over to find trouble with others, and the two started fighting after arguing.

Jing Ci carefully recalled the plot in the novel, and sadly discovered that it was this incident that led to Qiao Anyan's rebirth.

At this point in time, it happens to be the beginning of the novel.

"Qiao Anyan? What's your tone of voice?" Teacher Liu was furious: "You've been hit in the fight, don't tell me yet you don't know what the person's name is! Are you a bomb? You still engage in indiscriminate attacks!"

Jing Ci took a deep breath, firmly grasped his still trembling hand, and looked at Teacher Liu: "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I promise I will study hard in the future and never fight again."

He is not interested in Yingjiao, and does not intend to continue to be a cannon fodder to give the protagonist a head.

Is it because math is not fun, or the workbook is not easy to do, why do you want to fall in love?

He just wants to avoid the plot and live his own life, maybe someday he will wear it back again.

Teacher Liu heard him subdued, and his tone eased a lot, but still kept her face sullen: "Say is better than singing, but you do what you say!"

He took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed a hand in Jing Ci's ear, and drew a strand of yellow hair in front of his eyes: "Let's not pull anything else, just your hair. How many times have I told you to have you cut it? You? Did you listen? Huh?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and was immediately startled by the yellow feces. He immediately said sincerely: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I will dye my hair back now."

His confession was so good that it made Teacher Liu feel very unreal.

He looked up and down Jing Ci suspiciously, squinting his eyes: "Did you want to escape this punishment, so you said that deliberately?"

Jing Ci shook his head hurriedly: "No, it's because I'm wrong this time. Teacher, you can punish me whatever you want. I just want to reform and make a statement in front of you."

"Oh," Teacher Liu was delighted, and the yellow hair that looked at Jing Ci was also pleasing to his eyes: "After teaching you for more than a year, this is the first time I have seen you admit your mistakes so sincerely."

He has been teaching Jingci since the first year of high school, and in the next semester of higher education, he has chosen science, and he is in his class again.

The child didn't know what was going on, he was rebellious and he was still paranoid. The more he is not allowed to do anything, the more he will do it.

Over the past year or so, Teacher Liu has struggled for Jingci, and don't know how many times he scolded him, but he just didn't pull him on the right track.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to give up, Jing Ci suddenly opened up his mind.

"What you just said to the teacher, are you serious?"

Jing Ci nodded and whispered: "Yes, I'm causing trouble to the teacher. I promise I won't do jerk things again."

Teacher Liu cut his tofu heart, plus Jing Ci was brought by him when he was in high school, and his heart instantly softened: "Since you have said so, the teacher will believe you once, and I will not ask the reason for the fight, as long as you don’t If you repeat it, this matter will be over."

"But," Teacher Liu solemnly said, "This is the last time, and the next time, the teacher will not help you carry it."

As he said, he glanced at Jing Ci’s yellow hair and tentatively said, “So, you don’t have to take the afternoon class. The teacher will give you a vacation to trim your hair. What do you think? ?"

Jing Ci immediately agreed.

Teacher Liu sighed with relief: "Go, remember to come back to study late."

Jing Ci answered his voice, walked out of the office, and closed the door intimately.

At this time, it was the time of class, and from time to time the teacher's voice came from the corridor. Jing Ci stood and listened quietly for a while, then turned and walked downstairs.

He didn't have the memory of the original body, and after a little detour, he fumbled for the toilet.

The provincial experiment is the best high school in the province, with a long history, and the toilets are also very contemporary.

Dark squat pits are separated by a short layer of cement, and there are rows of simple faucets outside.

Jing Ci washed his face, holding the sink with his hands, letting the drops of water drip down his cheeks.

The wind blew through, bringing up bursts of coolness, making his haunting head awake a lot.

He didn't know why he crossed, and he didn't know where the original soul in this body had gone, but since it came, he just let the flow go.

Don't die, don't get close to the characters in the plot, and live your way in a down-to-earth manner.

After thinking about it, Jing Ci let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person was relieved a lot.

It was only this relaxation that he felt a little pain in his body.

I felt down through the clothes, and there was another pain in the palm of my hand.

This one has injuries on its body.

Jing Ci unzipped the school uniform and lifted the short white T inside.

On the young boy's thin body, there were several bluish-red bruises of various sizes, which were very shocking because of the white skin.

It seems that the original body did not take advantage of the fight with the protagonist this time.

Jing Ci put his palm on it and pressed it. Fortunately, the injury just looked scary and not too serious. It was enough to wait for the bruise to dissipate on its own.

I'm afraid there will be injuries to other parts of my body, just now there is no one in the toilet. Jing Ci found a corner, half-faded the wide school uniform jacket, and hung it loosely on his arm, holding the hem of the white T with his mouth, clasping his waist with one hand, and looking back hard with his head down.

Just when his neck was about to be twisted, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

Jing Ci looked over subconsciously.

The boy wearing the same school uniform as him is handsome and looking lazily.

His black hair was messy, his forehead and sideburns were slightly wet. As he walked, beads of sweat rolled along the contour to the neatly-lined jaw line, and finally passed through the raised Adam's apple and sank into the collar.

An unlit cigarette was dangling from his thin, pale lips. His narrow eyes were hanging slightly, his gaze focused on the cigarette, his right hand turned on the lighter, and was about to ignite, suddenly as if he felt something, and moved in the direction of Jing Ci. Look over.

The toilet was damp and dark, and the light was poor. The boy squinted his eyes before seeing Jingci clearly.

"Jing Ci?"

Jingci was stunned, the person he knew from the original body?

He nodded calmly.

Upon seeing this, the boy sneered and laughed.He stretched out his hand to take down the cigarette, and walked to Jing Ci step by step.

He was half a head taller than Jing Ci, and he almost held Jing Ci under his shadow.When those narrow black eyes stared at people, they gave people a sense of oppression for no reason, and Jing Ci took a half step back unconsciously.

"Block me again?" The boy asked with a casual smile on his face, raising his eyebrows.

Looking up and down Jing Ci, his eyes fell on the clothes he lifted up and the hands on his waist, and he blew a rogue whistle frivolously: "Wow, I'm wrong, you are... touching yourself?"

"Awesome, little classmate." The boy lazily applauded, "Developed a new use for men's toilets."

The author has something to say: Quietly dig a hole, not too long, a little sweet article from spring.