Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Originally, if this matter was changed to someone else, it would probably be a joke or a joke and it would be over.

However, Chen Miaomiao is a one-strand girl, and she is a little afraid of winning arrogance.

After hearing Yingjiao's words, before his mind could react, his body had already made a subconscious action—

She turned her head and walked to the door of the classroom, and mechanically repeated aloud to the outside: "Jing Ji is on Brother Jiao's lap, no time to go out!"

When this sound came out, everyone was silent.

The air seemed to be frozen. Whether they were playing cards, playing games, or chatting, they were all like sunflowers who found the sun, and looked at Yingjiao and Jingji in unison.

Even the people in the corridor stopped and looked into the classroom of Class 7.

After a brief silence, Class Seven exploded.

The boys beat the table frantically and whistled and coaxed, while the girls followed and screamed while covering their chests, so loud that they almost knocked the ceiling over.

The girl holding the love letter's expression froze, and then she kneaded the love letter into a ball, stuffed it in her pocket, turned around and ran quickly.

Jing Ji stood up in a hurry, wearing a messy head of hair, looked at Ying Jiao in disbelief: "Are you crazy?!"

"What's crazy," Ying Jiao leaned back on the chair lazily, hooked his lips, and pretended to say, "I'm not doing this for you, or how will you get rid of that girl?"

"But..." Jing Ji vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he could solve complex math problems, but he had no experience with these twists and turns, he lowered his eyes unnaturally, and reached out to straighten his hair: "You can't say that. "

"It's alright," Ying Jiao just took advantage and was satisfied, he flickered Jingci: "We two boys, what's wrong with sitting on the lap, isn't this a normal thing?"

Jing Ji's hands stopped for a while, then raised his head and emphasized word by word, "I didn't sit on your lap."

"It's just an analogy," Ying Jiao chuckled: "Really, it's very normal." He waved at He Porridge and motioned for him to come over: "If you don't believe me, ask He Porridge?"

"Ah...hahaha," He Cong laughed dryly. Under Yingjiao's death threat, he nodded with difficulty: "It's normal, boys, it's normal to take off your pants and slap together."

Where had Jing Ji ever seen such a battle, he felt embarrassed at first, but now that He Conge said this, his face immediately turned red.

Yingjiao frowned and looked at He Conge, dissatisfied: "Are you wretched? What are you saying?"

He Congee: "…"

He Conge was so angry that he was so angry that he pointed to the tip of his nose: "I'm wretched?"

Who the **** is he saying this for? !

The river hasn't crossed yet, so we're in a hurry to demolish the bridge! He Conge was so angry that he rolled his sleeves and left.

Ying Jiao turned to Jing Ji, and continued to fool around shamelessly: "See, everyone thinks it's nothing."

Jing Ji didn't have a particularly close friend. After hearing Ying Jiao's explanation, he believed it to be true. He forced those doubts to be forgotten and nodded.

"There are a few questions to ask you," Ying Jiao took out an exercise book and put it in front of Jing Ji: "The answer is a little bit incomprehensible."

Jing Ji's attention was instantly diverted, and he said sternly, "Which question? Show me."

He didn't notice that the eyes of other students in Class 7 looking at them were already as bright as a light bulb.

And in the corridor, the foreign classmates who had listened to one ear also sighed in their hearts about the arrogance of the seventh class. Everyone who shouts about sitting on the lap is well-known, it can't be compared.

Jing Ci is very popular in school, and Ying Jiao is not a low-key person. As soon as this story was passed on, it gradually became worse than the original version by hundreds of thousands of miles.

At the end, there was another rumor in the provincial experiment: there was something indescribable between Jingci and Yingjiao, a new student in the second year of high school.

Since it is with the school bully, not with the school beauty, then there is a lot of room for imagination.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, anyway, there are indeed fewer girls who come to deliver love letters to Jing Ji, and those hot eyes that can bake people on the road are gone.

Jing Ji's life finally returned to peace. At most, when he and Ying Jiao were together, they were discussed a few times in private.

But no one dared to force in front of Yingjiao, and Jing Ji didn't know anything.

After seeing that Ying Jiao was really starting to study, Jing Ji took more detailed notes for him. Sometimes when he saw any study materials that were suitable for him, he would write it down and tell him.

Yingjiao has been around for several years, and it is really not easy for him to sit down and study honestly. Several times, he wanted to drop the pen and walk away.

But whenever he thinks of the huge gap between himself and Jing Ji, and sees the meticulous and comprehensive notes at hand, he can't say the word "give up".

Yingjiao's state caught the attention of Mr. Liu. After observing for a few days and found that he was not in a show, Mr. Liu was relieved and secretly called Jing Ji out.

First, he praised his performance in this exam, and then asked him if he was comfortable with the teacher's lecture progress.

Jing Ji nodded, indicating that everything was fine.

"That..." Mr. Liu remembered the principal's explanation, endured the pain in his heart, and said with difficulty: "If you want, you can transfer to the extraordinary class."

The provincial experiment is divided into arts and sciences in the first semester of high school, and will be reclassified at the same time. Once divided into classes, it is difficult to change classes again.

Jing Ji made a special exception because his grades in this exam were so good that even the principal was alarmed.

After saying this, Teacher Liu's heart was bleeding. Their seventh class finally came out with a good match, and as a result, everyone was robbing him.

But Teacher Liu couldn't do it without notifying Jing Ci.

If Jing Ji can maintain such grades all the time, it would be the most appropriate to go to the extraordinary class.

Jing Ji shook his head and refused: "No, I don't want to go."

Jing Ji is a very slow-moving person. Now that he has finally integrated into the group of Class Seven, he does not want to change places. What's more, he has basically learned all the content of the teacher, and it is more efficient to review it himself than to listen to it again.

"Well, you can do it yourself." Teacher Liu desperately suppressed the raised corners of his lips, and after laughing three times in his heart, he changed the subject: "I think Yingjiao has been studying very vigorously these days?"

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, thinking of Yingjiao's performance in the past few days, he affirmed: "Well."

Teacher Liu asked again, "You made the notes he looked at for him?"

Jing Ji nodded: "Yes."

Teacher Liu was a little worried: "Will it waste your time?"

"No," Jing Ji explained seriously: "When taking notes, I can also check and fill in the gaps myself, which is equivalent to reviewing it again."

"That's good, that's good." Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

He has always been worried that Yingjiao will affect Jingji's study, and he wanted to transfer his seat back several times. It now appears that he was wrong.

Ying Jiao did not affect Jing Ji, but Jing Ji affected Ying Jiao.

"The teacher asks you one thing," Teacher Liu looked into Jing Ji's eyes and said, "If you have time, help Yingjiao with your studies."

Mr. Liu had seen Yingjiao's files and knew about his grades when he was a young student. He always felt that he was a pity. But helplessly, every time he talked to Yingjiao, he would be dragged to other places without a trace.

Now it's hard to see that Yingjiao has the hope of getting better, how can Mr. Liu let go.

Jing Ci was stunned, and then solemnly promised: "I will."

In the classroom of Class 7, Zheng Que took a bottle of Coke that he drank most of the time, and pulled out Jing Ji's chair to sit down: "Brother Jiao, can't we go to self-study tonight?"

Yingjiao stopped him and frowned, "Don't sit."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Que kept his waist hunched and his **** dangling, and turned his head to the side with a confused look: "Is there something dirty on the chair?"

Ying Jiao wrote an answer in the exercise book and said lazily, "Jing Ji doesn't like others touching his things."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que looked at him with dead fish eyes: "Brother Jiao, don't you think you have gone too far recently?"

Ying Jiao sneered, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "What happened? Don't look at me from your point of view, you don't understand."

Zheng Que: "…"

Zheng Que was speechless: "Okay, as long as you are happy. Tonight in 1982, are you going?"

"Don't go." Ying Jiao frowned and looked at the next question. He tried several methods but couldn't get it right. He was irritable and replied casually when he heard the words.

"Can you do it, Brother Jiao," He Conge came over: "You are the only one left, do you have something to do?"

"Yeah." Ying Jiao unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip, still thinking about the question: "Go ahead."

He Cong glanced at the exercise book on his desktop, and his teeth hurt: "No, you really want to be a good student?"

After this exam, Yingjiao suddenly started to study as if he was out of breath.

At first, He Conge and the others thought he was pretending, but he really persevered after each day passed.

Ying Jiao wiped the drops of water on the corner of his lips, and sneered, "What good student? Don't stamp me blindly."

"Then you are..."

Before he finished speaking, He Conge was pushed aside by Yingjiao.

He Conge was just about to protest, but when he turned around and saw Jing Ji coming in from outside, he immediately moved out of the way.

"Fuck," Yingjiao still hadn't answered the question, he rubbed his temples and dropped his pen scoldingly.

Why do you break a few questions and make it so complicated?

Jing Ci had just been instructed by Teacher Liu. Seeing this, he turned to him: "Do you have a headache?"

"Yeah," Ying Jiao leaned lazily on the chair and looked at him with his lips hooked: "Little classmate, what should I do, rub it for me?"

Jing Ji had gradually become accustomed to his teasing, and ignored him when he heard the words. He lowered his head and took it out of his bookshelf, took out a bottle of balsamic essence and handed it over: "Here."

This was given to him by Li Zhou a few days ago, and he said that he saw many students in the extraordinary class using it. Worrying that Jing Ji would also be useful, I bought a bottle along the way.

Yingjiao took it and raised his eyebrows: "How does this thing work?"

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle, sniffed it under his nose, and immediately frowned: "I'll go, it's such a big smell."

"It's not like that," Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled and instructed him: "Pour it on your fingers, then apply it on your temples, it is said to be very useful."

"Really?" Ying Jiao heard the words, raised the bottle and fell down. He moved too much, and most of the balsamic essence in the bottle went away at once. The green liquid ran down his fingers and sparsely fell to the ground.

Jing Ji felt a little distressed: "You are too much, a little less."

Yingjiao was suffocating in his heart, put the wind oil essence on the table, and said, "I can't fix it, can you help me?"

Jing Ji looked at the small pool of liquid on the ground, tangled for a moment, and nodded.

He couldn't bear to waste it, so he didn't pour it out of the bottle, but stretched out a finger and rubbed Yingjiao's hand full of wind oil essence: "You lower."

Ying Jiao obediently bowed his head slightly, and consciously pulled up the hair on his forehead.

Jing Ji carefully helped him paint one side of the temple, and then turned to the other side.

Ying Jiao looked down at his serious appearance and chuckled, "Hey, little classmate."

"Um?"

"He Conge asked me to go out to play in the evening self-study."

Jing Ji's movements stopped, and he looked up at him: "It's not good to skip class." He paused, and added: "Your task today is not yet completed."

With the current situation of Yingjiao, it is not suitable to follow the teacher. Jing Ji not only explained the knowledge in the textbook to him, but also chose an additional workbook for him to do. There is a certain amount every day, and after finishing it, help him to correct it.

Find the wrong place and write it down in a notebook, and focus on telling him.

After both temples were wiped, Jing Ji stopped his hand and screwed on the cap of Fengyoujing: "Okay."

Yingjiao looked at him softly: "Thank you, little classmate."

Jing Ji took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then said lightly, "You're welcome."

After hesitating for a while, he asked Yingjiao, "Are you really going to skip class?"

"Where?" Yingjiao turned the pen skillfully: "Am I that kind of person?"

He raised his eyes to look at He Conge and Zheng Que, curled his lips, and said arrogantly, "Did you hear me, our little classmates won't let me go, don't go."

The author has something to say: Small Theater, Yingjiao: Just kidding, I never skip class, I'm not the same as He Congee and the others.