Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

He Congee looked at him blankly, unbelievable: "Brother Jiao, you... don't you think you should be normal?"

Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "I'm very normal. It's normal to go to the movies with Jing Ji on Sunday."

"By the way, do you know the name of the movie? "I Like You" was picked by Jing Ji."

He Congee: "..."

He Conge perfunctory: "Okay, congratulations on going to the movies."

He turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Lao Peng, can you go to the toilet after smoking a cigarette?"

Peng Chengcheng nodded and followed behind him. Although there was no expression on his face, there was a faint hint of escape in his footsteps.

Only Zheng Que was an honest person. He looked at He Congee and Peng Chengcheng who were about to walk out of the door, and at Ying Jiao in his seat. In the spirit of humanitarianism, he politely invited: "Brother Jiao, let's have a test cigarette? "

Ying Jiao glanced at Jing Ji, who was holding a water glass and was walking this way, and frowned: "Who smoked cigarettes with you after the incident? What nonsense are you talking about? What should I do if Jing Ji hears and misunderstands."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que raised his hand and hit his mouth with a blank expression, and walked out with a dull gaze.

Jing Ji was startled by him, and stood in the same place and looked at the direction of the door: "What's wrong with him?"

"You're crazy for not taking the test," Ying Jiao said casually, and beckoned to Jingci: "What are you doing standing there, you haven't come back yet."

Jing Ji came back to his senses, put the water glass on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Ying Jiao still couldn't digest the excitement in his heart. Just as he was about to lie to Jing Ji and say a few words about his love for you, he saw Jing Ji suddenly turned his head.

"What's the matter?" Yingjiao smiled at him and made a concave shape: "What are you doing, brother?"

"Your paper," Jing Ji stretched out a hand and said lightly, "Show it to me."

Yingjiao: "…………"

The school bully classmate who has always been dissatisfied with life and death, suddenly discovered one thing at this time: he is not afraid of the sky, and he is afraid that Jing Ji will reach out and ask him for papers after the exam.

In the evening self-study that day, because of the exam, the competition class was suspended.

After Jing Ji took Yingjiao's papers, he remembered the question Zhou Chao asked him during the day, looked up at the time, and saw that there were ten minutes before class, so he went to the second class and let Zhou Chao be called out.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" When Zhou Chao saw Jing Ji, he was still confused and didn't know what Jing Ji asked him to do.

Jing Ci speaks less and has a cold personality. They usually get along with Zhou Chao taking the initiative. This is the first time Jing Ci has taken the initiative to find him.

Zhou Chao suddenly became nervous, thinking that something uncontrollable happened, and he was thinking about it in his mind when he heard Jing Ji say: "I'll tell you about that question during the day."

"You, are you here on purpose for this?"

"Well." Jing Ji nodded and said calmly, "I promised to tell you."

The things he promised today will never be kept for tomorrow, otherwise he will always be worried about being unsteady in his heart.

Zhou Chao was silent for a moment, then he sucked his nose moved, turned his head and ran into the classroom: "Wait, I'll take out the exercise book right away!"

Because Zhou Chao's grades are good and his brain is smart, when Teacher Zhao gives him a topic, he will always omit relatively simple steps subconsciously, which causes Zhou Chao to sometimes not understand even after listening to his explanation.

Jing Ji is different. No matter who he is giving a topic to, he will take it step by step seriously and never skip a step. Even if a simple formula is used, he will mark it.

Hearing the end, Zhou Chao suddenly became enlightened, nodded while holding the exercise book, and said sincerely, "I understand, thank you, Jing Ji."

"It's okay," five or six minutes had passed, Jing Ji returned the pen to Zhou Chao: "Then I'll go back."

"Wait! Wait for me! Don't leave!" Zhou Chao quickly dropped a sentence and hurried into the classroom.

Jing Ji thought that he still had questions to ask, he hesitated for a while, but still waited in place.

In less than a minute, Zhou Chao came out. He panted and shoved a box of duck wings into Jing Ji's hand: "I'll give it to you, my mother cooked it today and sent it over. It's very delicious. It's just divided into the class, and there's not much left."

Jing Ji was stunned, and immediately declined: "I don't want it, I'll go if it's nothing."

"It's not a friend anymore, so polite." Zhou Chao calmed his breath and waved his hand: "Take it away, I'll bring it to you next time."

After speaking, afraid that Jing Ji would refuse again, he walked directly into the classroom.

Jing Ji held the small box of duck wings, lowered his head and watched silently for a while, then turned back to class seven.

"Going to the grocery store?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows when he saw what he was holding.

"No," Jing Ji shook his head and put the duck wings on the table: "Zhou Chao gave it, do you want to eat it?"

He turned his head and saw that Li Zhou and He Conge were not in their seats, so he could only give up the plan to invite them.

In Yingjiao's heart, the alarm bell rang loudly: "Why did he give you duck wings for no reason?"

"I gave him a sermon."

Ying Jiao snorted and laughed: "Talking about the topic? What kind of reason is this? No matter what you are doing, you are either a traitor or a thief."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji looked up at him and said seriously, "Don't say that to others."

Yingjiao was on fire in his heart, but when he heard the word "others", the fire went out with a puff.

He reached out and took a duck wing, nodded and emphasized: "Well, don't talk about others."

Zhou Chao didn't exaggerate. His mother's duck wings were really delicious. As soon as Yingjiao opened the box, the delicious smell spread out throughout the classroom.

Several people who were familiar with Jing Ci immediately gathered around, rubbed their hands and touched their mouths, salivating.

Jing Ji generously pushed the box over and invited them to eat.

Ying Jiao watched coldly from the side, seeing that the last duck wing was about to be taken away, and Jing Ji hadn't tasted one yet, so he immediately knocked off Wu Weicheng's hand: "Leave one for Jing Ji."

Wu Weicheng retracted his hand embarrassedly and licked his fingertips: "It's so delicious, I'm confused."

Ying Jiao glanced at him, didn't speak, picked up the last duck wing and stuffed it into Jing Ji's mouth: "Hurry up and eat."

Stupid, don't even know how to take a bite first.

Braised duck wings are more flavorful when eaten cold. The unique salty aroma of braised duck wings instantly exploded on the tip of the tongue. Jing Ji took out a tissue, folded it into a square shape, and held the end wrapped around the duck wings in his hand.

It's really delicious.

Especially this was specially sent by Zhou Chao's mother.

Jing Ji cherished the last bite of meat, feeling a little envious.

After eating duck wings, Jing Ji cleaned up the table and was about to look at Ying Jiao's papers when the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated several times.

Jing Ji's mobile phone is usually silent and does not vibrate. Because today's exam, he knew that he would hand in the papers in advance, and promised to help Li Zhou with meals, so he adjusted the vibration. If Li Zhou can't find him in the cafeteria, he can still call him.

Jing Ji took out his mobile phone and clicked it, and unexpectedly found that it was Jing Miao's news——

【Jing Miao】: The clothes that Dad bought for me? looks good? [picture]

[Jingmiao]: For our dinner tonight, the spare ribs were specially bought by Dad for me to grow up. [picture]

[Jingmiao]: Do you know why Dad didn't let you come back at the end of last month? Because I have an exam, he is afraid that you will disturb me, poof.

[Jingmiao]: See, Dad only recognizes me as a son, and doesn't want you at all.

Jing Miao was lying on the desk in his room, watching the messages that were successfully sent, and his heart was full of malice.

He knew best what Jing Ji cared about.

From childhood to adulthood, he robbed Jing Ci for everything, and the most successful thing was to grab Jing's father's attention, and slowly turned Jing Ci into a marginal person in the family.

He and Jing Ci are only three years apart. Ever since he can remember, his mother has always warned him that he must not lose to Jing Ci and must be his father's most beloved son.

He has done the same for decades.

Father Jing's preference gave him a lot of preferential treatment at home. The food must be the best, and it conflicted with Jing Ji. The person his dad scolded or even beat must be Jing Ji.

Jingmiao thought that his life would go on like this forever, with good grades and pain from his parents. However, when he saw Jing Ji's grades, he panicked.

He didn't have time to think about why Jing Ji became better overnight, but he knew that Jing Ji could never be allowed to continue like this, and he couldn't let Jing's father know about Jing Ji's achievements.

Otherwise, he was very afraid that Jing's father would pour out the love for him on Jing Ji.

After Jingmiao returned home, he secretly browsed the forum of the Provincial Experimental High School and learned that Jingji will take the test today and tomorrow.

He knew that Jing Ji lacked love and hoped that his parents would treat him better, so he deliberately came up with this idea to stimulate him.

Better let him fail the test.

Jing Miao thought viciously, and sent another message to Jing Ji——

[Jingmiao: Your mother doesn't want you, and your father doesn't like you either. You are so pitiful. 】

Just after a message was sent, the door of Jing Miao's room was suddenly pushed open, and Jing's father walked in: "Have you finished your homework?"

"Quick, quick!" Jing Miao guiltily hid the phone under the exercise book, picked up the pen and wrote randomly, pretending to study.

Father Jing's brows furrowed, his eyes turned around on his desk, and then he nodded and left.

Jing Ji looked at the incoming messages indifferently, and after a while, he moved his fingers slightly, and directly deleted Jing Miao as a friend.

Seeing that Jing's father didn't notice anything different, Jing Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to make persistent efforts to send a few more messages, but he didn't expect the news to be sent again, so Jing Ji deleted him.

"Damn." Jing Miao scolded softly, and then angrily deleted Jing Ci from the dialog box on the left, and began to do her homework.

In the living room, Father Jing looked at his phone absentmindedly, and said to Zhao Jinfeng, who was eating fruit next to him, "I think something is wrong with Miaomiao."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Jinfeng suddenly became nervous when it came to her son. She put down her fork and asked, "What's wrong?"

"When I entered his room just now, I found that he was secretly chatting on his mobile phone." Father Jing frowned and said, "When he saw me passing by, he quickly hid his mobile phone. Do you think there is a problem?"

"I said at the beginning not to buy him a mobile phone, but you want to buy it." Zhao Jinfeng complained in a low voice: "As a result, what if it is a puppy love?"

Father Jing thought for a while: "Do you know the password of his mobile phone? Tonight, when he falls asleep, take the phone over and take a look."

"Of course I know my son." Zhao Jinfeng replied proudly and agreed: "Okay, but I'm going to say the ugly thing up front, Lao Jing. If you find something, you have to deal with it properly, but you can't let the outsiders go. The little girl who is indifferent has ruined our Miaomiao."

Father Jing nodded: "Don't worry."

Jing Miao had something hidden in her heart. She was jealous of Jing Ci's achievements, and worried that Jing's father would find out about it. Her mind was confused. I fooled myself into finishing my homework, and went straight to bed without previewing what I was going to learn tomorrow as usual.

He is at an age where his body is growing rapidly, and even if he is mindful, the quality of sleep is particularly good. After falling asleep, the thunder in the ear may not be able to wake up, not to mention Jing's father crept into the room.

After getting the mobile phone, Father Jing returned to the living room. According to the password provided by Zhao Jinfeng, he opened Jing Miao's mobile phone. He checked WeChat and found nothing out of the ordinary.

He thought about it, started with the background program, and clicked one by one into Jingmiao's recently used apps.

Finally, in the browser, I found that Jing Miao browsed many posts today.

Father Jing clicked in from the top record and looked at it slowly.

[Ah ah ah ah, the boss is really amazing. During the exam today, Zhou Chao asked him a math Olympiad question. After thinking about it for a minute, the boss immediately found his way of understanding the problem, which scared Zhou Chao. 】

[To be honest, I really don’t think he is on the same level as us. 】

[I believe that sentence now: Some people get full marks in the test because there are only full marks in the test. 】

[I am thinking now, if Jingshen did not hide his strength in the first year of high school, but participated in the competition with normal exams, what would he do now. 】

Father Jing's frown gradually loosened, he looked at Zhao Jinfeng, smiled and said, "It's a false alarm, nothing major. Miaomiao was watching the forum of the Provincial Experimental High School, and she was probably stimulated by a classmate with good grades. "

"That's good, that's good." Zhao Jinfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his heart.

Father Jing was about to close the browser when his finger accidentally slid upwards, and a reply was immediately revealed——

[I really admire Jing Ji, he is so amazing, I look forward to his results in this competition. 】

Jing's father's action stopped, Jing Ci?

Zhao Jinfeng urged him on the side: "What's the matter? Put the phone back quickly, or Miaomiao will get angry when he finds out that we peeked at his phone."

"Wait." Father Jing replied vaguely and continued to look down.

"It's rubbish." Zhao Jinfeng rolled his eyes at him, ignored him, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Father Jing pursed his lower lip. The person mentioned in the post is called Jing Ji?

It's the same name.

How could that incompetent thing in your own house get such good grades?

He was really bewildered.

Father Jing laughed at himself and slid up indiscriminately.

However, when his eyes fell on the photo below, he suddenly froze——

[The sneak shot a big man who went to the canteen, ah, a cold face, can't hide the momentum of learning the gods, ah, ah, 舔 screen! [picture]】

【嘤嘤嘤 I envy the people in Class 7, is it too late to change classes now? 】

Father Jing's hands were shaking so badly that he even rubbed his eyes childishly, constantly thinking in his mind if he was wrong.

However, when he opened his eyes again, the young boy's face in the photo was still familiar to him.

Nose like him, eyes and mouth like that woman.

In the mouth of the provincial experimental students, the master of learning and the object of admiration of the students in the whole school is his eldest son, Jing Ji, who is not good, what he does, what he does, and what he eats.