Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji stared blankly at Ying Jiao.

He seemed to have done a natural thing, and after saying a sentence, he continued to lower his head and peel the chestnuts.

The slender fingers exerted a little force, and gently broke out from the opening, and the round chestnut flesh was exposed.

"Stupid?" Seeing Jing Ji staring at him blankly, Ying Jiao chuckled, reaching out and poking his bulging cheek: "Hurry up, it's alright. Look back, everyone. They're all having breakfast."

The touch on his cheek made Jing Ji suddenly come back to his senses. He turned his head in a panic, chewed the chestnuts in his mouth twice, and said vaguely, "Thank you."

"What's there to thank," Ying Jiao laughed and handed him the peeled chestnut meat: "You read the book, I'll peel it for you."

"No," Jing Ji swallowed the chestnut meat in his mouth and shook his head: "I'll do it myself."

"Be obedient, don't be polite to me," Ying Jiao took a tissue from the hole in the table, spread it on the table, and while talking to Jing Ji, put the peeled chestnuts on it: "The competition will start soon, your time is now. tight."

After knowing that Jing Ji had joined the mathematics competition class, Yingjiao went to check it out, and learned that the mathematics competition was in the middle and late December, and the registration had already started, which will be a month away.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be late for memorizing the text and peeling the chestnuts, or else brother will give you a live performance?"

Yingjiao has been working very hard recently. Jing Ji listed all the content that he needs to recite from the first year of high school to now, and he is almost finished.

Without waiting for Jing Ji to speak, he continued: "What's the first sentence of Qin Yuanchun Changsha? Do you give a head to my brother?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised: "Independent Cold Autumn..."

Yingjiao continued without pause: "Go north of Xiangjiang, head to Orange Island..."

Jing Ji lowered his head and continued to do the question.

On the table is his favorite math book. Outside the window, the morning sun shines through the glass, casting bright shadows in the classroom.

The breeze fluttered the white curtains of the window, and Ying Jiao's softly recited voice came from his ears.

On hand, the chestnuts he gave were sweet and soft, and within reach.

It was decided to go to the competition class, and Jing Ji was still in class during the day, but instead of sitting on the seat after dinner for self-study, he packed up and prepared to go to the small classroom.

The small classroom is in the second teaching building, which is farther from the dormitory than the first teaching building. It was the first time Jing Ji went to get out of class, and he didn't know if the teacher would leave the class on time, so before he left, he went to Li Zhou's seat specially, so that he didn't have to wait for him after school and just went back to the dormitory.

Li Zhou readily agreed.

When Jing Ji arrived in the small classroom, there were already a few people sparsely seated in it.

It was still early before class time, and everyone was not studying, but gathered together to chat, and when they suddenly saw his unfamiliar face, they all looked at him in unison.

Jing Ji is now considered a celebrity in the provincial experiment. After recognizing him, a whispering voice sounded faintly below.

Jing Ji ignored the discussions, stood in front with a calm face, looked down, picked a front position, and was about to walk over when a handsome boy wearing black-rimmed glasses suddenly waved to him. : "Jing Ci!"

"Huh?" Jing Ji stopped and looked at him.

"Come and sit here," the boy took the schoolbag from the chair next to him and stuffed it into the hole in the table: "I have no one at the same table."

It doesn't make any difference to Jing Ji where he sits, not to mention that they invite him with kindness.

Jing Ji nodded and sat down: "Thank you."

"Hey hey," the boy laughed excitedly and introduced himself familiarly: "My name is Zhou Chao, and I've wanted to meet you for a long time."

Zhou Chao is the third grade in the mid-term exam, with a total score of 720, in the second and second class of high school.

"You're amazing," Zhou Chao looked at Jing Ji with admiration: "How did you get a perfect score in the comprehensive test? I finally managed to solve the third small question of the last big question in physics, but the answer was still wrong. ."

"It's nothing," Jing Ji shared his exam experience with Zhou Chao: "I usually check the questions after I finish them, and sometimes I can find mistakes."

"Then I'll do the same next time, I'm just impatient to check." Zhou Chao scratched his head, looked left and right, leaned over and whispered to Jing Ji: "I guessed that you would come to the competition class, but I didn't expect you I chose mathematics, but our school's competition results are not good..."

Jing Ji turned to him and listened carefully.

Zhou Chao continued: "Last year, we won the first prize in the provincial mathematics competition. It seems that there were only thirty people, and our school accounted for one-third, but..."

He paused for a moment, stretched out his hand, and his voice became lower and lower: "I entered the national competition alone. I am a senior in the third year of high school, and my math Olympiad has grown from elementary school to high school. It's not as good as physics and chemistry, at least these two subjects. Three guys made it to the nationals."

Zhou Chao shook his head: "So Mr. Zhao has been drinking chrysanthemum tea every day recently to reduce the fire. I'm afraid we will have another single seedling in the national competition this year."

When Jing Ji heard this, he nodded thoughtfully.

He remembered that in his previous life, there were about fifty places for the first prize in the annual mathematics competition in their province. In this comparison, Donghai Province is really much weaker in terms of competition.

The two of them were talking when a group of people led by Jiang Chong came in.

Zhou Chao's seat is in the second row of the middle row, which is very conspicuous. As soon as Jiang Chong stepped into the classroom, he saw Jing Ji next to him, and his footsteps stopped for a moment.

After going back last night, he was trembling for a long time, for fear that Ying Jiao would bring someone to the dormitory to beat him. After a long night and a day, Yingjiao didn't move, so he was relieved a little.

Unexpectedly, Ying Jiao never met again, but saw Jing Ji in the small classroom.

Thinking of what he said last night, Jiang Chong's face suddenly became hot.

He hurriedly looked away, stiffened and walked quickly to his seat.

He couldn't stop looking for face for himself, even if Jing Ji came to the competition class, the competition was about to start. He, a person who had never studied Math Olympiad, could get any results, but it was just a number.

Although he failed in the mid-term exam, he will definitely find it back in the competition!

Jiang Chong just sat down on the front foot, and Teacher Zhao came on the back foot.

He glanced down, and his eyes stayed on Jing Ji for two more seconds. While turning over the paper, he said, "We have a new classmate coming over today, and everyone has seen it. I won't introduce it. I believe that no one in our provincial experiment does not know Jing Ji?"

Zhao Feng smiled: "In order to welcome new students, let's take an exam today."

He divided the papers in his hand into three parts and distributed them to the first students in each row in turn: "Pass it later, this time is a mock competition, and the time is 100 minutes."

They are all top students among the top students, Zhao Feng did not specifically emphasize the discipline of the exam. After the papers were handed out to each student, he turned around below, reminding a few students who still had books on their desks, and finally stopped beside Jing Ji and said kindly, "Don't be under pressure, you can't answer well. It doesn't matter, the teacher just wants to see where your starting point is."

Jing Ji nodded, indicating that he understood.

Having said what he wanted to say, Zhao Feng was afraid of disturbing him with his questions, so he didn't stay by his side any longer, and quickly stepped onto the podium.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ji didn't rush to do the question, but browsed it first.

The full score of this test paper is 120 points, with eight fill-in-the-blank questions and three answer questions.

In his last life, Jing Ji did not systematically study Math Olympiad, but he often taught himself because of his interest. After being discovered by the head teacher and having taught him painstakingly, he stopped using the self-study class to read the Math Olympiad, so some of the above questions were completely unfamiliar to him.

Jing Ji was not nervous, but was slightly excited. The newer the question type, the more it can arouse his interest.

With his high concentration, Jing Ji couldn't even feel the passage of time until Teacher Zhao announced on the podium that the time was up and asked them to put down their pens.

"Stop writing," Mr. Zhao collected the test paper and rationalized it: "During the official competition, if you stop writing, you must stop writing. If you want to write more, your grades will be voided for you."

Speaking of this, Teacher Zhao sighed. Sometimes, he really didn't want to take the math competition class. I work hard every year, but I can't get results every year.

"Okay, let's start the lecture. If you have to go to the toilet, go back quickly." Teacher Zhao put the paper away and opened the book in his hand. In front of the writing on the blackboard, he deliberately glanced in the direction of Jing Ji, and when he saw that he and Zhou Chao were reading a book, he turned around with confidence.

Compared with Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhao's rhythm is more suitable for Jing Ci. This class, he listened with relish, and he was still a little unfulfilled when the get out of class was over.

Zhou Chao did the same. He zipped up his schoolbag and walked out, asking Jing Ji, "Are you living on campus?"

Jing Ji nodded: "Yes."

"Hey? Me too!" Zhou Chao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Let's go back together in the evening? Which dormitory do you live in?"

"Okay," Jing Ji pulled the crack of the door and motioned for Zhou Chao to go first: "I live in 301, how about you?"

"Three-one-eight."

"That's pretty close." Jing Ji glanced back and saw that there was no one in the classroom, so he turned off the light and closed the door carefully.

After doing all this, he turned around and was about to walk forward when he looked up and met Yingjiao's smiling eyes.

He was startled: "Why are you here?"

Ying Jiao came over, reached out his hand to pick up his schoolbag, and put it on his back: "Come and bring umbrellas to our little classmates." He pointed to the window in the corridor and motioned Jing Ji to look outside: "It's raining. already."

Jing Ji looked through the glass window, and sure enough it was raining. The rain is not heavy, but it is very easy to get sick in the winter.

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Are you staying at school tonight?"

Yingjiao said "um", reached out and dragged Jing Ji to his side, reminding him: "Be careful, there is someone ahead."

Jing Ji nodded to indicate that he knew, and looked back: "Zhou Chao, let's go."

Ying Jiao frowned, and followed his gaze, where did Zhou Chao come from?

"That..." Zhou Chao was hairy when Ying Jiao saw him, he swallowed dryly, and hugged the schoolbag in his arms tightly: "You go first, you go first, I see my roommate, I'll wait for him. "

Going back to the dormitory with the school bully really challenged his courage, so he chose to sneak away! !

"That's okay, we'll see you tomorrow." Jing Ci believed it to be true, smiled at him, and walked out of the second teaching building side by side with Ying Jiao.

The moment he went out, Ying Jiao opened the umbrella in his hand, took Jing Ji's shoulders and took him to his side: "Come closer to me."

Jing Ji's fingers moved, but he didn't push him away like before.

It's almost the end of November, the temperature has dropped a lot, and the rain will make it worse.

In front of Ying Jiao and Jing Ji were two girls who shared an umbrella. One girl shrank her shoulders and shouted, "It's too cold, too cold! I'm freezing to death."

Another girl echoed: "I'm too cold, what kind of weather, from summer to winter in one second, there is no autumn!"

The first girl put on a vibrato when she spoke: "I don't think I can hold on to the dormitory anymore, shit!"

Another girl thought about it, tightened the umbrella in her hand, and moved her elbow in her direction: "Come on, hold me, it won't be cold if you hold me!"

When the first girl heard the words, she immediately moved over and hugged her arm.

"Hey, take it easy, you knocked the umbrella crookedly..."

The girls were still whispering. Behind, Ying Jiao watched the movements of the two and raised his lips with interest.

He looked sideways at Jing Ji and asked with a chuckle, "Little classmate, are you cold?"

Jing Ji was not as fussy as him, and nodded honestly when he heard the words: "It's a bit cold."

In winter, especially when it rains, it is almost like a chemical attack, and no amount of wear can prevent it.

Ying Jiao chuckled, his right hand holding the umbrella was slightly raised, his left hand stretched forward, grabbed Jing Ji's arm, turned around and tugged hard——

Unprepared, Jing Ji stumbled and fell directly into his arms.

The small raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, making a pattering sound. Under the wide umbrella, Ying Jiao hugged Jing Ji, opened the zipper of his school uniform jacket to wrap him, and whispered in his ear, "It's not cold if you hug me."