Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The dean's name is Feng Mao, who was newly transferred this semester.

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

Knowing that he was in the seventh class of high school, Feng Mao directly took the person to the high school science office and pushed him in front of 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 Ji, and said solemnly, "What did the two of them do?"

"This—" Feng Mao pointed at Yingjiao: "I was caught by me for not wearing a school uniform." He turned around and dragged Jing Ji up, sneering: "As for this one, he said he would testify to his friends that he didn't wear it. School uniforms are dirty clothes."

Hearing that it wasn't a fight or skipping class, Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief: "Director, don't worry, I'll let him go back and wear his school uniform."

Feng Mao was very dissatisfied with his light-handed attitude, patted the table and said, "Mr. Liu, it's time for the students in your class to take care of them! Students must wear school uniforms, this is the rule! As long as they are in school, they must Shou! It's not me who said that a person like him who is unorganized and undisciplined will be sent to society in the future as prison material!"

He looked at Jing Ji: "This is not a good thing! If you tell a lie, you will come with a hand, and at first glance, your character is not good!"

Ying Jiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

Feng Mao was enraged by the nameless look he saw: "What are you looking at? What? Are you not convinced? Did the teacher say something wrong? Where's your school uniform? Why don't you wear it?!"

Yingjiao leaned on the desk and said lazily, "It's dirty."

Feng Mao exploded in an instant: "Mr. Liu, look at the students in your class! What kind of attitude is this?! It's reasonable not to wear school uniforms? Just take the college entrance examination like this?

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

"You—" Feng Mao was furious: "What's wrong with you student?! Stop for me! Where are you going?!"

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

Feng Mao took two steps forward: "You come back for me, come back! Do you hear me?!"

"Sorry, our prison materials never go back."

The other teachers in the office who were eavesdropping couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

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

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

"No!" Before Yingjiao could speak, Teacher Liu suddenly jumped up like he was stung by a bee: "Yingjiao can't read the review!"

The last time he punished Yingjiao like this, he abruptly turned the review into a personal speech conference.

There was thunderous applause and screaming. Mr. Liu has no doubt that if he hadn't dragged him down halfway, he could even go down and sign for the students.

I thought of the scene where Ying Jiao stood on the podium, with a handsome face, and said slowly to the students who came to sign below: "Don't worry, take your time, come one by one, and everyone has a share."

Teacher Liu's eyes instantly turned black.

He repeatedly stressed: "You can't go to review."

Feng Mao thought he was going to protect the students in his class, so he was about to talk to him with a dark face. Suddenly, the blessing came to the heart, and the name Yingjiao was remembered.

Those who had heard of the glorious events, all of a sudden matched the numbers with the people in front of them.

Forget about other things, it is said that his family background is hard, and he has beaten the teacher?

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

He pressed his fist to his lips, coughed, and found himself to go down the steps: "It's ok if you don't review, you can take care of the students in your class! These days, the leaders of the Education Bureau have come to check, and the students must be uniform! "

Teacher Liu nodded, agreed with him, 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 Ji and said as genially as possible: "You go back to your self-study, this has nothing to do with you."

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

Facing Yingjiao, Mr. Liu no longer has such a good temper.

"Come with me," Mr. Liu said with a dark face, dragging Yingjiao into the corner of the corridor, and said with a headache: "Can't you restrain your temper with your temper? Yes, his words are not pleasant, but after all It's the director, why do you just endure it? What do you think he is so angry with?"

Ying Jiao casually leaned on the windowsill, raised his eyes and smiled: "I'm mad at him? Didn't I follow what he said?"

"You!" Mr. Liu was speechless when blocked by him, his head was big: "Tell me, why don't you wear a school uniform?"

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

I know that although he doesn't like to study, he is not like other poor students who are eager to show off. As long as he doesn't provoke him, Yingjiao is still easy to manage.

"It's really dirty." Ying Jiao spread his hands: "I lived at the school last night, and I didn't wash it."

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

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

"Why are there so many stinky problems!" Teacher Liu was so angry with him that he wanted to go up and give him a shot: "Then what do you want to do? Do it with the director? We only have so many points left in our class this week, let's continue. Deduct it, you don't think so, I can't afford to lose that person!"

"How can you?" Ying Jiao laughed and patted Teacher Liu on the back, "Don't be angry, I'll have someone bring the school uniform over."

"Don't hurry!"

Yingjiao took out his phone and sent a message.

Teacher Liu glared at him and pretended not to see it.

"My dirty school uniform can't be worn anymore. I need to buy a new one." Yingjiao put away his phone and said to Teacher Liu, "Will you register for me?"

"Okay." Mr. Liu waved his hand: "I'll contact the faculty and staff later and have it delivered to you as soon as possible."

After the business was over, Teacher Liu was about to let him go back when Ying Jiao suddenly said, "Teacher, I want to change my seat."

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

Yingjiao hooked his lips and smiled: "Jing Ji's tablemate."

Teacher Liu frowned: "When did your relationship become 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 experiments."

Teacher Liu:"…"

Teacher Liu: "...Speak human words."

Yingjiao chuckled: "Men's friendship comes so quickly."

Mr. Liu couldn't bear it any longer, and according to his head, he burst into a chestnut: "I don't have time to play with you! Go back to class for me!"

"Then about changing seats...?"

Teacher Liu feels his eyes hurt when he sees him now: "Jing Ji agrees and then talk about it."

Ying Jiao slowly returned to the classroom, and when he passed by Jing Ji, he found that he was writing English. Those rigid letters are smooth and beautiful under his pen. Even if he has never seen the words of the previous scene, Ying Jiao does not think that the person who never reads books can write such words.

He pulled out his chair and sat down, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Whether it was the curious thing itself, or this unexpected person, he was full of interest.

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

"What are you thinking, laughing so lewdly?" He Conge came over and joked, "Could it be that our arrogant brother finally has a crush on a girl and is going to fall in love?"

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

He Conge laughed out: "Yes, yes, it was my fault."

Yingjiao is good-looking, and since junior high school, he has been followed by a large group of suitors, both boys and girls.

But Yingjiao never gave them a second glance, nor did he move his heart on any of them. Over time, his friends who had a good time with him made fun of him with asexuality.

"It's none of your business." Yingjiao threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and impatiently pushed He Porridge's big face away: "Block the light, let's start."

He Conge is serious with him: "Why is it none of my business, if I really have a sister-in-law, can I not meet?"

Yingjiao sneered and glanced at him: "What are you doing? Go kowtow?"

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

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

Therefore, the movement of Yingjiao and the others was particularly big, and Jing Ji, who provoked him, couldn't help but glance back.

"Hey," Li Zhou couldn't hold back this morning, Jing Ci was reading the book seriously, and didn't talk to him at all, finally saw Jing Ci stopped writing, and immediately came over: "You read it all morning, can you understand? "

Jing Ji nodded: "Yes."

Li Zhou smiled, glanced at him, and said in disbelief, "Just blow it."

Jing Ji smiled and said nothing.

"Where are you going to eat at noon today?" Li Zhou asked Jing Ji: "Do you still order takeout?"

The provincial experiment does not allow students to order takeout, but there are policies above and countermeasures below. After months of research, these people in the seventh class of high school finally found a weak spot in the corner of the west wall of the school, and successfully took over the mountain as the king, and developed it into an exclusive place for the seventh class to take takeaways.

Jing Ji looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was less than eight o'clock, and he was thinking about having lunch.

He shook his head: "No order, 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 food." He bumped into Jing Ji's shoulder and instructed him: "Then hurry up and ring the bell after school, the people who go to the cafeteria are too much. There are more, if you don’t hurry up, you won’t be able to grab it.”

Jing Ji nodded and agreed: "Okay."

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

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

The more Jing Ji listened, the more excited he felt, thinking that this was probably the greatest compensation from God after reading through the book.

Several teachers in the class have been warned by Teacher Liu. They didn't believe that Jing Ci would be corrected, but at this time, they were very relieved to see him looking up and listening carefully to the class.

The chemistry teacher was the short fat man who held Mr. Liu in the office before. His surname was Wang. He had a good temper and a good heart. Afraid that Jing Ci could not understand, he deliberately explained it in detail.

Jing Ci was very keen on knowledge. Seeing that the teacher looked at his direction and changed his teaching style, he felt warm in his heart.

Even though he had learned everything the teacher said before, he still listened very carefully.

As soon as the bell rang for the last class in the morning, Li Zhou hurriedly pulled Jing Ji and rushed outside: "Hurry up, or you won't be able to catch it!"

"Every time I go to a cafeteria, it's like an Olympic competition."

Jing Ji 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 lifted his trousers: "It's not like you don't know, every time you queue up to the end, nothing is left."

Li Zhou said, the speed under his feet was getting faster and faster, and Jing Ji was even unable to keep up.

Li Zhou thought he was slow: "I'll run first! Go take a seat." He gasped for breath, turned back to Jing Ji and said, "You, you will find me at the ninth window and join my team!"

Jing Ji couldn't breathe as soon as he spoke, so he had to nod his head as a response.

At this time, Yingjiao was walking in the direction of the classroom. The driver at home brought his school uniform over, and the cooking aunt brought him food by the way.

Holding the school uniform in one hand and the thermos bucket in the other, he avoided the students running to the cafeteria, and was about to turn to the path when his eyes suddenly stopped.

On the opposite side, Jing Ji was running towards this side with his head down, his cheeks flushed, and he looked extraordinarily juvenile.

He hooked his lips, turned his feet in a direction immediately, and walked straight to the opposite side of Jing Ji.

Jing Ji was running forward desperately, and suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, as if he had encountered some obstacle, but it was too late to stop at this time. Although he tried his best to control it, he slammed into it.

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

A familiar voice came from above his head, low and slightly teasing: "Who is this? You are quite skilled at throwing hugs."