Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Zhou Chao stretched out his hand and covered Jing Ji's mouth fiercely: "Shut up for me! Don't talk!"

The two of them sat in the second row of the middle row, almost under the nose of the teacher, and the goal was very obvious. Mr. Zhao saw Zhou Chao's movements, and immediately slapped the table and roared: "Zhou Chao, what are you doing?! Give me some time to stop! It's embarrassing to have such a good score in the test!"

Zhou Chao burst into tears.

I put this score in the past, but I will be praised by Teacher Zhao! But now...

He glanced at his deskmate who was pretending to be invisible without knowing it, and grabbed his head on the table.

If you are born super, why not say goodbye!

The rest of the competition class also had stiff faces, dull eyes, and even began to doubt life.

Jing Ci got the highest score in the class?

How is this possible? !

Not to mention that he has never been in contact with the Olympiad before, who does not know the scene of the seventh class in the second year of high school.

Fighting, skipping classes and dyeing yellow hair, he dares to do anything except study!

However, it is such a person, who first took the exam for the first place in their entire grade, and now takes the first exam in the competition class!

He has always been a top student no matter where he goes, and now he can't help but begin to question his IQ in his heart.

Jiang Chong even seemed to have been slapped in the air, his cheeks were so hot that he hardly dared to raise his head.

He stared at the test papers on the table, his eyes full of disbelief.

I only scored 75 points in the test, but Jing Ji scored 82 points!

This was even when he had never studied Math Olympiad.

Don't talk about getting back to the place--

Jiang Chong closed his eyes, his hands trembled slightly.

Now that Jing Ji has started to learn math Olympiad with them, can he surpass him in this life?

The academic bullies also gossip, especially when such a shocking thing happened. Before the first session of evening self-study was over, the news that Jing Ci had won the first place in the competition class in the Mathematical Olympiad was spread on the forum.

[Eighty-eighth Floor: What the hell! Get Lao Tzu's Italian broadsword! I'm going to cut my knees! ! 】

[Eighty-ninth Floor: What the hell? ! This unscientific! How the **** is this possible? ! 】

[The 90th floor: Every day, every day! 82! ! ! Jing Ji hasn't studied Olympiad, has he? ? If he has learned this, he will not be able to go to heaven? ! Ah ah ah, I suddenly feel that I can look forward to this year's National Mathematics League! 】

[Ninety-ninth floor: I don't know what to say! My God, I knelt down and handed the water-based pen to the boss. 】

[The 108th floor: Seeing that 95% of the people in the main building who only choose Jingji for 0-10 points, suddenly feel that they are inexplicably slapped in the face...]

[The 120th floor: The trough is the highest evaluation... Offer your knees to Jingshen. 】

[133rd Floor: This man is terrible... I'm convinced...]

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While the forum posts were constantly being refreshed, Qiao Anyan, who was reciting words in the classroom of Class 21 of Senior High School, suddenly got stuck.

The tip of the pen under his hand swayed countless times, but he just couldn't figure out how to spell the words that he had memorized before.

He threw the pen with a gloomy face, and slammed the table irritably.

After the mid-term exam, Qiao Anyan discovered a secret. As long as he wants very strongly to make his brain better, he can really do it.

He tried it for a week, revolving this thought in his mind every minute and every second.

Gradually, the chaotic head became much better than before. Although the comparison was not as good as when he was born again, at least the teacher's lecture was understandable.

Knowing that his golden finger was still there, it didn't disappear, but something went wrong for some reason, Qiao Anyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was young when he died, the little ink in his stomach had already been returned to the teacher.

Not to mention starting from high school, even from junior high school, he couldn't keep up with the teacher's progress.

His brain is not good. He has to learn things that others can learn once, but Qiao Anyan really has no time or the patience to learn it little by little.

He pinned all his hopes on the golden finger brought by rebirth, but unexpectedly, his golden finger went wrong again.

Qiao Anyan clenched his fingers, pushed the textbook aside, tried his best to calm himself down, and began to repeat his obsessions in his heart day after day.

At this time, in the high school science office, Mr. Liu finished preparing for tomorrow's class, picked up his mobile phone and swiped the forum, and saw this post unexpectedly. He had already learned about Jing Ji's results from Zhao Feng, but he was still in a good mood when he saw the post.

Mr. Liu put down the phone, took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, glanced at Zhang Jing unintentionally, and coughed hard.

Teacher Wang, who teaches chemistry, has a good relationship with him. Hearing his cough, he immediately turned around and said, "Lao Liu, do you have a cold?"

"It's a little bit," Teacher Liu rubbed his temples and sighed: "I'm getting old, my resistance is not good, and my brain is not good." He paused and asked Teacher Wang: "By the way, Lao Wang, Jing Ji this time How many points did you get in the Olympiad? How could I forget?"

Teacher Wang glanced at his grinning mouth, and said helplessly, "82."

"Hey," Mr. Liu put the chrysanthemum tea in his hand on the table, walked around in front of the office, and sighed shaking his head: "This score is not good, the national competition is still a bit dangerous."

Zhang Jing took a deep breath and clenched the pen in his hand.

Mr. Liu put his hands behind his back and said solemnly: "Tomorrow I have to talk to him! According to the general test, the full score is 120 points, and at least 90 points are required to pass the test!"

With a click, Zhang Jing accidentally tore off a piece of the lesson plan in her hand.

Mr. Liu returned to his seat and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair, thinking for a while and then said: "Pharaoh, you don't know, Jing Ji looked cold and indifferent, but he was actually very enthusiastic. The notes that our class Yingjiao is using now, It's all written by him!"

He paused for a while and continued: "Hey, you said I'm so tangled, and I'm afraid of delaying his study, and it's not easy to dispel his enthusiasm, why is this child so sensible, and he knows how to share the burden for the teacher..."

Zhang Jing couldn't listen anymore, put the pen on the table with a pale face, and walked out of the office quickly.

Teacher Liu looked at her hurrying back, and laughed three times in her heart. It was as cool as drinking an iced cola in dog days.

In the small classroom of the competition class, after Mr. Zhao announced the results, he held the paper in one hand and the chalk in the other, and began to lecture.

Jing Ji followed his train of thought, went through his own mistakes in his mind from beginning to end, and found several places that should not be wrong.

He pursed his lips, picked up the pen, and drew down the key points. I plan to find a few more questions of the same type when I go back, so as not to make the same mistakes again.

There is no rest time between the two self-study classes in the competition class, and you can only go to the toilet once in the middle.

After Mr. Zhao finished the test paper, he talked about a new section. His timing was just right, and the last stroke was written on the board, just in time for the end of the second evening self-study get out of class.

"That's it for this class." Teacher Zhao clapped the chalk dust on his hands, his face solemn: "Next month will be the provincial preliminary round of the National Mathematics League, and there is not too long between the preliminary round and the semi-finals. It's a national competition, and you hardly have a few days to breathe..."

He paused, his eyes slowly swept over everyone: "I said this not to put pressure on you, but to remind you. You have spent so much energy and time this year, not just for a walk. It's a passing. I'm very dissatisfied with yesterday's test results, you go back and think about it."

"The people sitting here are all the top students in our provincial experiment, and they should be able to understand what I mean. Okay, get out of class is over!"

Teacher Zhao walked out of the classroom with a book in between, and the others in the class also went out one after another.

Jing Ji didn't leave in a hurry, he put his test paper into the clips and then began to unhurriedly pack other things on the table.

"You go back first," Zhou Chao threw his schoolbag on his back carelessly, looked at him and said, "I have to go to the laundry room to get the school uniform later, can I bring you something back by the way?"

Next to the provincial experimental store is the laundry room. Many students are too lazy to wash their own clothes, so they send their clothes to the laundry room to be washed.

"No, I have nothing to buy." Jing Ji thanked him for his kindness and walked out of the classroom with him.

Zhou Chao walked in the opposite direction, Jing Ji closed the door, and was about to turn around when someone suddenly rushed over.

"My resignation!!" Li Zhou hooked his arm around his neck, his face flushed with excitement: "Why are you so powerful?! This time it's the first hahahahahahaha!"

Zheng Que also rushed up, blowing the rainbow fart to Jing Ji: "It's too much for our seventh squad leader!! Do you want my knee?! Give it to you! I'll give it to you!"

Seeing that the smile on Ying Jiao's face faded, He Conge quickly pulled the two people off Jing Ji's body: "What are you doing? Jing Ji can stand the pressure of you two?!"

"Cough," Zheng Que scratched his head embarrassedly, let go of his hand, and Li Zhou also stepped back embarrassedly.

Ying Jiao reached out and took Jing Ci's schoolbag, and said with a chuckle, "Little classmate, congratulations, it's amazing."

Jing Ji shook his head, just about to speak. Peng Chengcheng suddenly took out a colored spray from the back, and faced him with a frantic spray with a blank expression.

Jing Ji was smeared with ribbons all over his face.

Ying Jiao glanced at Peng Chengcheng coldly, and Peng Chengcheng ripped the corner of his lower lip stiffly: "I haven't sprayed it before, I can't make it right."

"Go away for me." Ying Jiao frowned and pushed Peng Chengcheng and the others away, holding Jing Ji's face and picking the ribbon for him: "Did you get it in your eyes?"

"No." Jing Ji reached out and pulled off a few ribbons: "It doesn't matter."

Zheng Que also followed him and scratched his head twice, but he didn't care that he was beaten by Ying Jiao, he laughed and jumped to the side.

"I'll treat you tonight to celebrate your first place in the exam," Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ji with soft eyes: "What do you like to eat? Barbecue or crayfish?"

Zheng Que was gearing up beside him, eager to try: "Ah, ah, ah! There are still a few more bottles of beer!"

"No need," Jing Ci politely refused, his face as usual, not like the person who just passed the exam: "I'm just lucky this time."

"How can you not!" Before Ying Jiao could speak, Zheng Que suddenly stepped in front of Jing Ji, and while walking back, he said, "This number one has a lot of gold! The number one in the math competition class! We must High until dawn is worthy of this precious 82 points!"

"It's nothing," Jing Ji bent down and threw the streamer in his hand into the trash can, with a calm tone: "It's just a quiz."

He turned his head and smiled at Yingjiao, and said sincerely, "Thank you, I got it, don't waste your money."

"Wow," Zheng Que pulled He Congee, pointed at Jing Ji and exclaimed: "See, this is the real scholar! Look at this calmness! What is the first place? We don't care at all!"

He Conge was just about to say a few words, when a few earth-shattering sounds of artillery battles suddenly sounded in his ears.

Unprepared, he shivered with fright, and the fat on his face trembled.

"Fuck, I'm dying, who the **** set off firecrackers so late!" He patted his chest and let out a long breath, "I'm sick."

He wanted to find some recognition from others, but when he turned his head, he saw Yingjiao walking behind Jing Ji.

"Scared?" Ying Jiao patted Jing Ji's back: "It's okay, come back to your soul, don't be afraid."

He changed Jing Ci's schoolbag to carry it on his shoulders, and reached out to cover his ears: "Brother, cover it for you."

Jing Ji quickly rejected: "No need..."

"Don't move," Ying Jiao took the opportunity to rub his ears and laughed, "It only sounded a few times, and it will definitely be played later. It's too loud, what if one of my ears breaks."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Jing Ji's side face, gently pressed his knee against his leg, and said in a low voice, "Be obedient, don't go with brother, let's go."

He Congee: "..."

An old rascal! This can take advantage of loopholes!

He Congee took a deep breath, looked at Ying Jiao, and said without a smile, "Brother Jiao, I was also scared just now."

"Oh," Ying Jiao glanced at him blankly, and covered Jing Ji's ears: "Are you a Nian beast? You're afraid of setting off firecrackers."

He Congee: "..."

He Conge was so angry that he turned around and walked towards the school gate. He was crazy to want to stay with Yingjiao in the dormitory tonight!

Live a few!

Peng Chengcheng looked at Yingjiao, who looked like a humanoid with his ears covered, and at the back of He Porridge, who was swaying, and was silent for a moment, then pulled Zheng Que away.

The group of people who were frolicking just now, there were only three left in an instant.

Li Zhou stared at Ying Jiao and Jing Ji tremblingly. He didn't know what was going on, but a kind of bleakness of a single dog was born in his heart.

After finally returning to the dormitory with difficulty, Li Zhou was afraid that Ying Jiao would come to visit later, Li Zhou grabbed a few packets of butter and melon seeds, and even forgot to say hello, and rushed to find Wu Weicheng.

Ying Jiao didn't follow them to their dormitory as he thought. He handed the schoolbag to Jing Ji and went back to his dormitory.

Jing Ji thanked him and closed the dormitory door.

Instead of changing his clothes immediately, he took out the blue clip containing the test papers from his schoolbag, and pulled out the math Olympiad papers issued today.

Then he took out the key of the cabinet, opened his own cabinet, and took out a cookie box from the bottom.

Instead of cookies, the box contained several square, neatly stacked sheets of paper. It was the paper for the last mid-term exam, every subject was there.

Jing Ji sat on the bed, took the Olympiad paper, took out a pen from his schoolbag, and wrote a line on it: Olympiad test at the end of November, first place (very unsatisfactory score).

After writing, he put the pen aside, his eyes wandered for a few seconds on the three words "first place", he also took out the other test papers in the box and looked at them one by one, the corners of his lips slowly hooked. up.

Jing Ji glanced at the dormitory door, then pricked up his ears and listened to the movement outside, guessing that Li Zhou would not come back for a while. He didn't hide the emotion on his face any longer, he shook the tin box holding the papers, and secretly laughed twice. A pair of eyes sparkling, full of light.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: I am not coquettish enough, and let the little classmates hide their emotions in front of me. Now I will put a big move——