Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Hearing that Jing Ji was going to play basketball, Ying Jiao took He Conge and a few people to the grocery store to buy water.

The store is a bit far from the basketball court, and since there were so many people just after class, Yingjiao took a few minutes to walk to the playground.

He held the Coke he drank in his left hand and the pulse for Jing Ji in his right, and stepped onto the basketball court with the corners of his lips raised.

He was thinking about how to tease Jing Ji later, when he looked up, he saw a person smashing a basketball on Jing Ji's head.

Yingjiao threw the water on the spot and rushed over in a rage.

When the relationship between the two of them was not that good, Jing Ji didn't even touch him on the head, let alone being hit with a basketball.

Yingjiao kicked Zhang Sheng's head fiercely, picked him up with one hand, and smashed him with punch after punch: "You **** seek death."

The tall and majestic specialty was like a rag bag in his hand. He was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back. He held his head and groaned and begged for mercy: "Stop, stop..."

Win arrogant deaf ears.

His face was cold and cruel, and he did not show mercy at all, just like a fierce beast that was provoked.

The rest of the talented students didn't react at first, and when they realized that their friend had been beaten, they rolled up their sleeves and started going.

As soon as he took a step, He Conge was stopped by a few people.

"Okay." He Cong sneered: "Bullying people is bullying to our seventh class."

At this time, the boys from the seventh class came one after another. When Li Zhou said that Jing Ci was beaten, he was instantly angry.

There was no need for He Conge to greet him, and he consciously gathered around.

More than 30 people blocked more than a dozen special students, and their angry eyes were intertwined on them, and the effect was comparable to death staring.

When it comes to reading, they can't. When it comes to fighting, when have they ever been afraid?

Damn it, their seventh class is just like Jing Ji, who can learn to fight, but they are bullied under their noses. Who are they looking down on?

Rao is the specialty students who usually regard fighting as their main business, and have never seen such a battle.

You look at me, I look at you, and I don't dare to move first.

The leader smiled dryly and said, "Brother, tell me your name?"

Sign up? He Conge snorted and ignored him. The group of first-year students thought they were messing around.

Report a fart name, and you're done!

Peng Chengcheng took a step forward, his eyes fixed on his two legs, and he was already thinking about whether to break his left leg or his right first.

Only Zheng Que glanced at him, then looked at the inhuman special student who had already been beaten, and sneered: "It's not good for you to touch anyone, but you want to touch my arrogant brother."

Hearing the words "Brother Pride", and thinking of the seventh class that He Conge had just mentioned, the pupils of the special students suddenly shrank.

They don't know who Zheng Que's "Brother Pride" is, but they know Yingjiao.

A dozen people suddenly looked forward, just as Yingjiao raised his head, that highly recognizable face was instantly exposed in front of the special students.

There were a few talented students who had just thought about the big deal, but they were instantly stunned, swallowed in horror, and took a step back.

It's also because Yingjiao came too fast, and he started beating people without saying a word, so that they didn't see his face clearly at all.

Knowing that the other party is covered by Yingjiao, and giving them a hundred courage, they would not dare to do so.

cowardly.

He Conge scolded in his heart, just as he was about to say something, he saw Jing Ci walk up with a blank face holding the basketball, and went straight to Ying Jiao and that special student.

"My brother Ci is soft-hearted." Zheng Que shook his head and sighed: "Is this going to persuade me to fight, old man, then should we fight?"

"Forget it." He Cong looked at the talented students who were in a group, and then looked at Jing Ji: "After all, this matter is related to Brother Ci, he is a good student, don't cause him trouble."

"I thought I could move my hands and feet today," Zheng Que said regretfully: "If I say it, I should beat the gangster for a while. I'm so daring, even Brother Ci dares to beat him."

He Cong frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Ci is different from us. And you don't look at Brother Jiao's style of play. You can't kill people if you fight for a while?"

Rao has been friends with Yingjiao for more than ten years, but when Yingjiao fights, He Conge will still be frightened by his cruelty.

At this time, it was best for Jing Ci to persuade him in the past. When Ying Jiao loses his mind, he can accidentally hurt others, but he must not accidentally hurt Jing Ci.

Zheng Que scratched his head and glanced at the restless special students behind him: "Yes."

The special students also breathed a sigh of relief, the one who was beaten was their friend. But it was Ying Jiao who beat people, they didn't dare to go up and try to persuade them, and someone in the past helped them indirectly.

The talented students secretly thought to themselves, let alone, nerds are good sometimes.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Jing Ji walked up unhurriedly.

Then they saw that they thought it was Jing Ci who went up to persuade him to fight.

He Conge, Zheng Que, Peng Cheng, and Cheng Cheng's seventh class boy: "..."

The special students who were watching: "..."

Zheng Que stared at the front in a stunned manner, and stammered: "Old He, am I, am I blind, is the person who just passed by Jing Ji?"

He Porridge stretched his neck and opened his mouth so wide that he couldn't speak easily: "Yes, yes."

Zheng Que couldn't believe it: "Is Brother Ci so cruel?"

Peng Chengcheng wiped his face with complicated eyes: "After all, it is the person that Brother Jiao likes."

"No..." He Conge calmed down and suppressed the shock in his heart: "Did that special student roll his eyes by their beating?"

Zheng Que has not recovered yet, and said mechanically: "Okay, it seems like..."

"Hey." He Conge sighed. Seeing that it would be a big disaster if he continued to fight, he had to walk up and say, "You two... ahhh!"

He slapped himself **** the mouth and said, "You two stop fighting, it's almost done."

Jing Ci didn't like to fight, and after hearing He Conge's words, he took the basketball and stepped aside.

On the contrary, Ying Jiao frowned, avoiding He Conge, and had to do it again.

He Conge desperately held him back: "Brother Jiao, it's almost done, don't cause trouble for Jing Ji."

"Let go." Ying Jiao pulled He Conge's hand away, stepped forward, stepped on the special student's face, and said coldly, "Jing Ji has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he has to look at ugly things that have to be symmetrical. There are footprints on one side of his face, and I will print another one for him."

He Congee: "…"

Feeling that something was wrong, the physical education teacher who just came over said: "..."

Who the **** is this? ! Fighting doesn't count, and he fights so arrogantly, is he dead as a teacher? !

"You guys from Class 27! And you guys from Class 19! Fighting, right?! Come over to me!"

Jing Ji still had a basketball in his hand. He wanted to give the basketball to others for fear of delaying other people's play.

Who knew that as soon as he took a step, the boys in Class 7 immediately covered their heads subconsciously.

Jing Ji: "…"

Jing Ji raised the basketball: "You..."

The boys in Class 7 covered their heads and ducked in unison.

Jing Ji: "…"

Jing Ji squatted down helplessly, rolled the basketball to one of them, turned around and followed the PE teacher.

Five minutes later, Ying Jiao, Jing Ji, Li Zhou and a large group of sports students entered the high school science office in a mighty manner.

Mr. Liu has been in a good mood recently, and he has long since stopped drinking chrysanthemum tea to dispel fire. While writing the lesson plan with great joy, he glanced at the direction of the head teacher of the eleventh class.

Before the holiday, Mr. Liu found the head teacher of class 11 and told him that Qiao Anyan sent love letters to his male classmates.

Xu Shi, the head teacher of class 11, didn't know how to speak, so he only talked to Qiao Anyan now.

He didn't find a place where no one was like Mr. Liu, but spoke directly in the office.

Teacher Liu was thinking whether to remind him or not when the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a large group of people rushed in.

One of them was half-dead, being supported. There was a big footprint on one side of his face, and he staggered a little when he took a step, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

tsk tsk.

Mr. Liu took a sip of rose tea and sighed in his heart, which class's kids are causing trouble again?

Before he could swallow the tea in his mouth, the loud voice of the physical education teacher rang in his ears: "A few from the second and seventh class of high school! Come and tell your head teacher why you are fighting?!"

Teacher Liu almost spit out a sip of tea, he put down the cup and stood up, looked over with a dark face, and finally saw the three of his own on the edge of the crowd.

It's not surprising that Yingjiao fights, but Jing Ji... fights? !

Got it wrong?

Teacher Liu frowned and walked over: "Yingjiao, what's the matter?"

Before Ying Jiao could speak, the door of the office was pushed open again, and the principal walked in with his hands behind his back with a smile: "It's so lively? What happened?"

After learning about Jing Ji's grades, the principal was so excited that he didn't sleep well for several days.

If Jing Ji can really enter the national training team, it will not only be of great significance to the provincial experiment and Donghai Province, but also of great help to his personal career.

The five major discipline competitions have been held for so many years, and even junior high school students from other provinces have entered the finals, but Donghai Province can only maintain a minimum quota every year.

Because of this, the education of Donghai Province has been ridiculed overtly and secretly many times. Under such circumstances, during his tenure as the provincial experimental principal, he brought out a student who could enter the national training team, which is a great achievement.

The principal endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and quietly touched downstairs.

Although he had told Teacher Liu several times, he was still worried about handing over such a good seedling as Jing Ci to others. He had to personally see the state of Jing Ci's study.

But the time when the principal went downstairs happened to be the fourth class in the morning. By coincidence, he met the seventh class in PE class.

The principal came excitedly, but unexpectedly saw an empty classroom. I had no choice but to go back in disappointment and wait for the next visit.

When passing by the second high school science office, the principal saw a bunch of people inside, as if something had happened, and followed him in, wanting to see what happened.

In fact, Ying Jiao didn't know the cause and effect. When he saw Jing Ji was beaten, he couldn't care less about the cause, and he was done with it.

Luckily, Li Zhou was clever, even talking and gesturing.

The teachers were still watching the excitement, but after hearing that the talented student hit Jing Ji, their expressions changed instantly.

Teacher Liu and Zhao Feng even had a murderous look in their eyes.

What is the most important thing about the current provincial experiment?

It's not the upcoming final exam, nor the enrollment rate, but Jing Ji's National Mathematics Federation.

But now, Jing Ji, who will participate in the final in less than a month, was beaten!

Not the arm, not the foot, nor the back, but the head!

That specialty student really knows where to go.

"You mean..." The principal stepped forward and looked at Li Zhou: "He hit Jing Ji on the head?"

Li Zhou is a good player in fanning the flames. Hearing this, he immediately nodded: "Yes, it was hit with a basketball."

Hit with a basketball!

Basketball smashed!

smashed!

Their entire provincial experiment, the entire education sector in Donghai Province, and even the person whose future he is counting on! The day after he carefully instructed him to take good care of him, he was smashed with a basketball!

The principal took a deep breath, and his eyes slowly swept across a group of special students.

The special students were chilled by the sight of him, and they began to be afraid after realizing it.

The principal ignored them, turned to Jing Ji, and asked kindly, "How do you feel now? Is your head uncomfortable?"

As soon as Jing Ji entered the office, he felt a familiar headache. He swept around the room without a trace, and sure enough, he met Qiao Anyan's unkind gaze.

In the previous meeting, when Qiao Anyan had no ill intentions towards him, Jing Ji's head only ached. But since the last exam, Qiao Anyan's malice towards him has grown bigger and bigger. So much so that after Jing Ji saw him, his head hurt more and more.

At this moment, his temples were throbbing, and he was trying his best to maintain his apparent calm. When he heard the principal's question, he subconsciously said, "Headache."

Headache? !

After hearing these two words, the principal looked at his pale face again, so that he didn't faint.

Don't break it, right? !

This, this final is about to start, what if something goes wrong? !

The principal suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart, and said to Mr. Liu, "Let me handle this matter, Mr. Liu, take Jing Ji out to have a look first."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Don't go to the school doctor's office, go to the hospital outside."

"As for you..." The principal turned to the group of special students: "Come with me."

After all, he was a high school kid who had only seen the principal once at the opening ceremony. Now that he was taken to the office by the principal himself, he felt uneasy.

So why did they provoke Jing Ji in the first place? Now let alone play basketball, it will cast a shadow on basketball in this life!

The most unfortunate one is the special student who beat Jing Ci, Ying Jiao beats people without slap in the face, and specifically greets the most painful places on his body. Even if he is about to faint now, there are no scars on his face except two footprints.

He was screaming pain at this time, let alone the principal, I'm afraid his friends thought he was pretending.

"Come." The principal opened the drawer, took out a stack of paper and pens, and sent a set to each of the special students: "Take it."

The special students looked at him puzzled.

The principal sat in the chair and said with a smile: "Jing Ji was beaten by you. He scored 747 points in the last month's test. I think you specifically beat him on the head, maybe because you look down on this score."

"The teacher thinks that you are very good and very pursuing." He pointed to the special student on the far left: "Start with you, report me the total score of the last exam in turn."

The first semester of provincial experimental high school has not been divided into classes, and biology classes have not started, so the full score is 950 points.

The special students didn't know what the principal wanted to do, so they reported the scores with trepidation.

I don't know what's going on, obviously they didn't care about the culture class before, but when they heard Jing Ji's score and thought about their own score, an inexplicable sense of shame suddenly rose in their hearts.

The principal nodded: "The highest is 290, and the lowest is 189. Since you think that those who take the 747 test can play casually, you must be very confident in your own results."

"Well, the teacher has set a goal for you: the total score for the final exam is over 350. Those who can't get it..."

The principal smiled and looked at them: "Don't go to the competition in the future."

When the sports students heard the bad news, they almost passed over if they were struck by lightning.

They would rather be scolded and beaten than this kind of punishment!

Terrible, 350 points! Can this be tested by humans? !

Thinking about Jing Ji's 747 again, the talented students instantly realized that they really had provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked.

It’s okay to be violently attacked by Yingjiao, has the mental torture started now? !

"This is for the future." The principal admired enough of their faces, and continued: "Now you start writing a review. There is no organization and no discipline, and you bully your classmates. You don't need to write too much, just three thousand words."

The principal picked up the teacup and took a slow sip of water: "I'll check it out, and I'll post it on the school bulletin board. If I can see the similarities between your reviews on a large scale, then I'll add more. Two thousand words. Alright, let's get started."

Beating people is cool for a while, and then tears a thousand lines.

The talented students of the high-profile university huddled in the principal's office, racking their fingers and racking their brains to write a review, and thinking about the unreachable 350 points, they wanted to commit suicide by hitting the wall.

Don't talk about hitting their heads, they will detour when they see Jing Ji in their lives!

This man is just horrible.

On the other hand, Jing Ji rejected Teacher Liu's proposal to take him to the hospital, and after reassuring him that he was definitely not broken, he was able to return to the classroom with Yingjiao.

Everyone else was on the playground, and Li Zhou didn't come back, and there were only two of them in the classroom.

Ying Jiao rubbed Jing Ji's temple while looking at him up and down, the anger in his eyes hadn't completely dissipated: "Where did that coercion beat you?"

"No, just then." Jing Ji was afraid that he would not be at ease, and said again: "I ducked for a while, and the hit was not heavy."

"Fortunately, it's not too heavy." Yingjiao pushed the hair on his forehead aside and sneered, "Otherwise, this will not end today."

Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled, and looked up at him: "My head is healed, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Every time he had a headache, Yingjiao felt much better when he touched it, not to mention rubbing it for him.

Ying Jiao took a closer look at his face and saw that he didn't lie, so he put down his hands and was in the mood to joke.

He leaned against the back of the chair lazily, and said with a chuckle, "It won't hurt if I rub it?"

Jing Ji didn't think much about it, plus the fact that it was like this, he nodded: "Well."

Ying Jiao stared at his right hand thoughtfully, and murmured, "So my hands are so magical?"

"It can relieve your pain and make you comfortable." He suddenly curled his lips into a smile and looked at Jing Ji: "Is this the legend..."

Jing Ji was puzzled: "What?"

"The **** hand."

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: look at Jing Ji, I love you when I play.