Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji blushed and almost dripped blood, picked up the biology book on the table, and recklessly hit Yingjiao: "Are you sick?"

Yingjiao easily grabbed his wrist, watched him struggle in his hands, and smiled: "Yeah, do you have any medicine? How many days does it take effect? ​​One day? One week? Or one month?"

Jing Ci lost his head and forgot that this was a self-study class, so he was going to kick him when he lifted his foot.

"Okay, let's stop making trouble," Ying Jiao clamped his legs between his legs and chuckled: "Oh, let's stop making trouble, brother is wrong, brother apologizes to you, don't be angry."

Jing Ji took a deep breath, calmed down for a moment, and looked down at his hand: "Let go."

"Okay," Ying Jiao was afraid that he would really **** him off and let him go slowly. Just as he was about to withdraw his position, Jing Ji suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked him **** his calf.

"Hey..." Ying Jiao gasped in pain, he rubbed his calf and looked at Jing Ji: "So cruel."

Jing Ji ignored him and picked up the pen with a stern face.

Ying Jiao looked at him with a small red face and tried his best to look serious, and couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips.

How come their little classmates are so cute, they are so angry, they haven't forgotten to help him get papers.

At this time, in the high school science office, several teachers were arguing about whether Jing Ci should join the competition class.

Every year, students of mathematics, physics and chemistry plus information technology have a quiz for high school students.

From the provincial preliminaries to the provincial semi-finals, to the national competitions, and finally to the international competitions, we have advanced step by step.

The annual competition results of Donghai Province are not very good. They are at the bottom of the country. Basically, there are three or two kittens who can break into the national competition.

The provincial experiment has worked hard to achieve results in the competition, and many external teachers have been hired for this purpose.

But in the end, it was not only expensive and laborious, but also did not get any good results.

Over time, the school leaders were a little disappointed, and they did not pay as much attention to the competition as before.

Originally, in each competition class of the provincial experiment, there were almost 80 students in each subject, but now not only has the number dropped sharply to 30, but the subjects of the competition have also changed from five subjects to three subjects of mathematics, physics and chemistry, and information technology and biology are directly banned. .

Zhao Feng, the head teacher of the second class, is currently leading the mathematics competition class. He rolled up the lesson plan and stood opposite Mr. Liu. He patted the table excitedly, and said, "Of course, this grade of Jing Ci must be added to the competition class. What are you thinking, Lao Liu? ?"

Teacher Liu sat there silently, drank chrysanthemum tea, and did not answer.

Zhao Feng was so anxious that he walked around to Teacher Liu and tried hard to persuade him, "Yes, I know that our school's competition results are not good, but with Jing Ci's brain, don't you think it's a waste not to participate in the competition?"

He paused for a moment and said with some expectation: "What if he can get results in the national competition?"

Hearing this, Teacher Liu lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then said with a sneer, "Don't draw me a pie, you haven't said this to Jiang Chong and Zhou Chao? What happened?"

Zhao Feng suddenly looked embarrassed and was speechless.

Indeed, the shortcomings of the provincial experiment and even Donghai Province in the competition are too serious. Every time they are beaten by other provinces, they have no ability to fight back.

"I'll think about it again, think about it again..." Mr. Liu murmured while holding his head.

"But..." Zhao Feng was still unwilling, and wanted to say something else. Zhang Jing, who was beside him, suddenly said, "The competition is different from the ordinary exam. Jing Ji's results in this exam are good, but the competition..."

She laughed and said meaningfully: "Let people who have never learned competition participate in the competition? Teacher Zhao, don't spread the net like this if you are in a hurry."

Since Jing Ci took the first place in the whole grade, Zhang Jing didn't talk much in the office, and occasionally bumped into Mr. Liu head-on, and felt embarrassed.

Who would have thought that the little gangster who didn't learn well and fought every day was actually a master of learning?

The face that was beaten some time ago still hurts to this day. Now that she finally has a chance to find her way back, how could Zhang Jing let it go easily.

Jiang Chong from their class is the seeded contestant in the math competition. But now that I have practiced for another year, I can always be stronger than before.

Jing Ji, a person who has never learned competition, compares himself with Jiang Chong.

Mr. Liu originally didn't want Jing Ci to participate in the competition. After all, if Jing Ci's grades can be maintained, he can choose any majors in all universities in the country with his eyes closed.

But if you join the competition class and are distracted, resulting in a decline in performance, and you won't get a good result in the competition, it will not be worth the loss.

Moreover, he was also afraid that because of his high grades, the school teachers would expect too much from Jing Ji, which would cause him pressure.

At that time, there will be another rebellious period, and Teacher Liu feels that he is really unable to bear it.

But after hearing what Zhang Jing said, he instantly changed his mind.

Haven't been in competition before? I haven't studied hard for more than a year. Who would have thought that Jing Ji could take the exam first?

With his intelligence and energy, he will study for a year and wait until the third year of high school to participate in the competition. Maybe he can really give them the honor of saving their experiments. And take a ten thousand steps back and say that even if the national competition is hopeless, even if you win the first prize in the provincial semi-finals, the college entrance examination will be able to add points.

Mr. Liu put the thermos cup in his hand on the table and said solemnly, "I'll ask Jing Ji to come and ask."

Zhao Feng urged: "Hurry up!"

Just as the chemistry teacher was going to take a stroll in classes 7 and 8, Teacher Liu asked him to help call Jing Ji over.

A few minutes later, Jing Ji knocked on the door and came in from outside: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

"Sit down." Teacher Liu dragged the chair beside him, motioned for Jing Ji to sit down and talk: "I have something to tell you." He paused, and under Zhao Feng's bright gaze, he said slowly: " Are you interested in participating in the competition class?"

Jing Ji's eyes lit up instantly, and he said without hesitation, "I am participating in the math competition class."

In his previous life, Jing Ci was a key high school in a prefecture-level city. Although their high school was very good, the teachers were still unable to compare with the provincial experiment. In addition, the Education Bureau at that time did not allow schools to hold the Olympic Games, so by the time of Jingci, there were no competition classes at all.

Jing Ci can only find books to read and questions to do in his spare time. He was discovered by the head teacher and persuaded for a long time.

There is an opportunity in this life, and of course he will not let it go.

Mr. Liu had long discovered that Jing Ci preferred mathematics, and nodded when he heard the words: "You can think about it yourself. From tomorrow, you will go to the small classroom for self-study at night, and the same will be true on Sunday."

The provincial experiment does not take double leave. The first and second graders only take half a day off every Sunday afternoon, and two days off at the end of the month.

In the third year of high school, there is only one day off at the end of the month.

One day less class a week, plus no more evening self-study, which means that Jing Ji's time has been cut a lot at once.

"I see." Jing Ji nodded to show his understanding: "Thank you, teacher."

Mr. Liu waved his hand and pointed at Zhao Feng: "This is Mr. Zhao, the head teacher of the second class. He leads the math competition class. If you have any problems with your studies, you can find him."

Jing Ji politely greeted Zhao Feng: "Hello, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Feng smiled kindly at him: "Jing Ci, right? Welcome to our math competition class."

Zhang Jing heard the words, raised her head from the lesson plan, and glanced at her mouth disdainfully.

It's not just her, other teachers are not very optimistic about Jing Ci. After all, for something like Olympiad, those who have learned it and those who have not learned it are completely two states.

Although Jing Ji got a terrifyingly high score this time, they still had no hope for his competition results.

Zhao Feng knew more about the Mathematical Olympiad class than Mr. Liu. He liked Jing Ci very much, so he said more: "You are a little late, the provincial preliminaries will start in less than a month, I said you don't have to. Don't worry, don't be under pressure. When the time comes, Quan Dang will warm up, and what the teacher is really looking forward to is your grades next year."

When Jing Ji heard the words, he was stunned.

In his world, the preliminary round of the high school quiz starts from May to September, and the exact time varies from province to province. But here, the preliminary round was dragged abruptly to December.

"Tomorrow, our competition class will hold a small test, and you will take the test together. It's nothing else, the teacher just wants to see where your starting point is."

"I see." Jing Ji came back to his senses and promised, "I will go to the small classroom on time tomorrow."

After Jing Ji left the office, Zhao Feng sighed subconsciously: "I don't know how many marks he can get."

A teacher smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, you are stunned, this is not an ordinary exam."

Zhang Jing interjected: "After all, it is an Olympiad, and ordinary people can't handle it."

Zhao Feng glanced at her and said nothing.

The other teachers who were about to say a few words saw that the atmosphere was a little subtle, so they closed their mouths and lowered their heads to continue preparing for lessons.

Jing Ji left the office, and before he returned to class seven, the bell rang for the first evening self-study.

He thought about it, turned his feet, and walked out. He was running out of black water-based pens, and he had to go to the store to buy a box of refills.

Just as he walked to the corner of the corridor, a hand was wrapped around his neck from behind.

Yingjiao rested his chin on his shoulder and turned to look at him: "Where are you going, little classmate?"

The sleeves of his school uniform jacket were rolled up to the elbows, and the exposed forearms were smooth, with a little youthful thinness. It was so slanted under Jing Ji's chin, strong and domineering.

Jing Ji grabbed his wrist, pushed him away, and continued to walk forward with no expression on his face.

"Ignore me?" Ying Jiao followed behind him step by step, chuckling: "What's the matter, do you want brother to coax you?"

Jing Ji glanced back at him and said reluctantly, "Small store."

"It's a coincidence," Ying Jiao stretched out his long legs, caught up with Jing Ji in two steps, and walked beside him: "I'm going too."

He paused for a moment, suddenly lowered his voice, leaned into Jing Ji's ear and said, "Do you know what I'm doing at the grocery store?"

"shopping."

"buy what?"

Jing Ji glanced at him inexplicably: "How do I know."

"Shampoo," he said meaningfully, bowing his head, "just buy yours."

Jing Ji was still too simple, thinking that he had also run out of shampoo, and immediately put aside the hatred that he had just been molested, and kindly told him the brand of shampoo he bought yesterday, and finally said: "I checked several websites. The reviews are all good.”

What does Yingjiao care about?

He looked straight at Jing Ji: "Is this a couple's model? By the way, what brand of toothpaste and shower gel do you have? Now tell me, we just bought it together."

He paused for a moment, then laughed softly: "At that time, we both smell the same from the inside out. Hey, tell me, when someone smells it, will they think we sleep together every day?"

The first evening self-study of the provincial experiment started at 7:00, and did not end the get out of class until 9:05, after which there was a 20-minute break.

On the dimly lit playground, there were noisily students coming out of class to breathe.

Jing Ji's face turned red all of a sudden, he looked left and right subconsciously, and he was relieved to see that no one was paying attention to the two of them.

He endured the heat and took a big step to the side, staying far away from Yingjiao, not wanting to talk to this person at all.

Yingjiao liked his shy and annoyed appearance. Seeing this, the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He was about to say something, but suddenly there was a discussion in his ears—

One person said: "You said that Jing Ji from Class 7, his grades are true? Why did he suddenly get so good in the test?"

Another person answered: "Who knows, some of our department teachers have been talking about Jing Ji every day during this period of time, and I almost vomited when I heard it."

He paused and turned to the person next to him: "Hey, Jiang Chong, what do you think?"

Jiang Chong, the second place in the mid-term exam, has a total score that is 25 points less than Jing Ci.

From the time of Qiang Ci's absence, the first one was either his or Zhou Chao's in the second class. The score difference between the two had never been greater than 5 points.

Jiang Chong was silent for a while, and said inexplicably: "Who knows, but it stands to reason that with his grades, he should join the competition class, right? But several teachers have not moved so far..."

When a person was told this by him, he suddenly suddenly said, "Yes, it seems that the teacher is not very optimistic about him. I think he just had **** luck this time. Who knows how many points he will get in the next exam."

Another person said: "Jiang Chong, fight hard and take the first place again in the next exam. Look at the people in the seventh class during this period of time, their tails are going to be lifted up. When I brush the forum, they are all from their class. People are babbling and babbling, it's just annoying."

Jiang Chong said to himself: "Small meaning, I made a mistake this time, if I didn't make a mistake..."

He smiled: "What is Jing Ji?"

Ying Jiao didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it was just a coincidence, because Jing Ji avoided him just now, and the distance between the two of them and the people in front of them instantly narrowed, and they could hear the conversation clearly from beginning to end.

Yingjiao's face suddenly turned cold.

From childhood to adulthood, he has heard countless comments about him and his family's crap. Yingjiao has always regarded those people as farting and didn't care at all.

But he couldn't bear others' criticism of Jing Ci.

Only he knew how difficult it was for their little classmates.

Encountered such an incredible thing, but can not tell anyone, can only bear silently.

At first, he just liked to bully him, and liked to see all kinds of emotions on his indifferent face.

But I don't know since when, I feel more and more distressed for him.

Seeing him live carefully and earnestly, like a little hamster, change a little here, change a little there, and work hard to build his own life, Yingjiao feels that his heart is about to melt.

He knows that Jing Ji is very smart, and his grades are so good that he can no longer be explained by diligence.

But after two months of acquaintance, he saw more of Jing Ji's efforts and persistence.

"What is Jing Ji?"

What kind of?

Ying Jiao sneered, raised his foot and walked towards those few people.

Jing Ji also heard the conversation of those few people, but he was not angry, but found it a little funny.

Apart from the time when he first adapted to his identity, this was the first time someone looked down on him in terms of grades.

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip, thinking with wicked interest, if he suddenly walked over now, how would the few people in front react when they saw him, but out of the corner of their eyes they caught a glimpse of Ying Jiao's actions.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Jing Ji was afraid that he would fight with others in the past, so he quickly grabbed him.

"It's alright, wait a while, brother." Ying Jiao broke away from him and stepped in front of the few people.

Jiang Chong and the others were walking well, when suddenly someone came to block the road, and his face naturally couldn't be better. But when they saw who the person in front of them was, the fire in the hearts of several people went out instantly, and they quickly swallowed the words that were on their lips, wanting to take a detour.

"Did you let you go?" Yingjiao grabbed Jiang Chong's collar, carried him to him, and said coldly, "What did you just say? Come on, repeat it for Dad."

Jiang Chong's face was pale, and he couldn't utter a word.

"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Didn't you still feel very happy just now? Mute?"

Jiang Chong was chilled all over by him, and cold sweat broke out: "Pride, arrogant brother..."

The other two were also full of fear, as if they wanted to run but didn't dare.

Yingjiao looked down at him and sneered: "You don't want to add drama to yourself, you want to be first in the exam? Let's catch up with the 25 points first."

"It's amazing to join the competition class, isn't it?" Yingjiao smiled: "Don't worry, the stone won't shine anywhere."

He loosened Jiang Chong's collar, took Jing Ji and took two steps forward, and turned to Jiang Chong, who was still standing in the same place and dared not move: "Keep working hard, and I wish you the second place in the next exam. "

"I'm just too good-tempered now," Ying Jiao suddenly said with emotion on the way to the grocery store, "I can't kill that scumbag before."

Jing Ji's expression was stunned, he didn't know what he was thinking, he just came back to his senses when he heard his voice, raised his head and looked at him blankly.

Ying Jiao was shocked by his cute heart, and took the opportunity to rub his head hard, and then quickly put his hand down, pretending that nothing happened: "Little classmate, if I wasn't there just now, would you like this? Is that enough?"

He clicked his tongue: "What can you do without me."

"Just a few words," Jing Ji lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't care, the results are not said."

"Why is it so soft," Yingjiao took him by the shoulders and led him to his side: "How about you holding a broom and attacking people?"

Speaking of this, Jing Ji pursed his lips a little embarrassedly: "He didn't hit me on the head again."

Yingjiao laughed, stupid or not, he had to be hit on the head before he had an attack.

He was about to take the opportunity to teach Jing Ji a few words when he heard Jing Ji's faint voice: "Win arrogant."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Ying Jiao lowered his head and looked at him with a smile, waiting for his next words.

"I..." Jing Ji's lips moved, paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "I have joined the math competition class."

Ying Jiao was startled, and then the corners of his lips became higher and higher.

This was the first time Jing Ji took the initiative to tell him about him.

Yingjiao was in a good mood, and when he saw the crooked-neck tree by the road, he felt extremely cute. He tried hard to restrain his urge to hug Jing Ji and rub it, and said with a smile: "Our little classmates are amazing, brother will invite you to eat oden to celebrate later."

The weather has turned cold, and it is best to eat a few skewers of Oden at this time.

"No." Jing Ji shook his head: "Don't spend money indiscriminately."

"I want to eat," Yingjiao took out his mobile phone, called up the payment page, walked into the small shop, turned back to Jing Ji and said, "You accompany me, don't refuse again, that's it."

It was the end of the get out of class, and there were a lot of students buying things in the store. You push me, and I step on your foot. The small space is crowded with people. Everyone is desperately rushing to the counter, but no one will let anyone.

But as soon as Yingjiao came in, the students who recognized him all dodged and avoided, for fear of accidentally offending the school bully and breaking their legs by opening their heads.

Ying Jiao walked to the front easily, bought the shampoo that Jing Ji said plus two Odens, and brought a box of refills for Jing Ji. The whole process took less than three minutes.

"Here." Ying Jiao put the refill and a copy of Oden into Jing Ji's hand, and protected him from the crowd out of the door: "What are you looking at with your phone, eat quickly, it will be cold later."

Jing Ji put the phone in his pocket, picked up a bamboo stick, and stuffed a steaming beef ball into his mouth.

At the same time, Yingjiao's mobile phone vibrated loudly, he took it out to take a look, and Jing Ji sent him a WeChat red envelope.

"You..." Ying Jiao didn't receive the red envelope, he put down his phone and looked at Jing Ji, helpless: "You have to be so out of touch with me?"

It's been so long, why is it that I'm not familiar with it, or it's less flirting.

Jing Ji walked in the direction of the teaching building with him, heard the words, and said seriously: "I can't always take advantage of you."

Winning arrogantly.

Indeed, Jing Ji has always been like this, as long as others are kind to him, he will always find a chance to pay it back, as if he is afraid of owed someone.

Yingjiao's heart suddenly felt as if it had been hit by something, and it was aching.

Yingjiao turned to look at Jingci.

He is eating beef balls, his cheeks are bulging into a small round bag, his lips are moving and his eyes are full of satisfaction.

Their little classmates, who are never willing to owe favors and cold nights, can feel happy even with a warm beef ball. What kind of environment did they grow up in to develop such a character?

Yingjiao wanted to know, he wanted to know everything about Jing Ji, but—

He sighed regretfully, using Jing Ji to be wary of him, I'm afraid it would be very difficult.

Take it slow, he has time anyway.

The next morning, when Jing Ji arrived in the classroom, Ying Jiao, a rare one, also arrived.

He was sitting on the seat, holding a paper bag in his hand, and was digging things out.

Hearing the movement, Ying Jiao raised his head, saw Jing Ji, and immediately smiled: "It's a coincidence, I was just about to call you."

Jing Ji pulled out the chair and sat down on the seat, wondering: "Is something wrong?"

"Well," Ying Jiao took out a handful of chestnuts and put them on his table: "Eat it. He porridge and the others found the shop last night when they skipped class. They bought it this morning at the shop opening. The taste is okay."

Jing Ji thanked him and put the chestnuts in the table hole.

Seeing this, Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "Don't you like it?"

"No," Jing Ji opened the pen bag, took out a pen, put on the black refill that he bought last night, and opened the math Olympiad book on the table: "You can't eat during early self-study."

Yingjiao was dumbfounded and said helplessly: "It's okay to eat once in a while, I'll help you watch it, and make sure Lao Liu won't find out."

Jing Ji shook his head, rejected his proposal, and lowered his head to read.

Now that you decide to participate in the math competition, you must work harder on it. There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky. Although Jing Ji is confident, he is never conceited.

These books have been bought for a while, and Jing Ji has read about a quarter of them. He found the previous progress, took out the bookmark, and started to study seriously.

After finishing a page, he held the pen and was about to draw the key points on it, when a peeled, warm chestnut was suddenly brought to his lips.

Jing Ji raised his eyes subconsciously: "You..."

Yingjiao took the opportunity to stuff the chestnuts into his mouth, with a smile on his face: "Eat it, it's cold now, this stuff will get cold quickly, and it won't taste good after class."

The author has something to say: Then, Qiao Anyan has very few scenes, and there is no suspense part. You want to think more! The previously mentioned plot will turn into a mouthful of candy in the back.

This post is really super sweet! Especially the second half!