Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

In the small restroom on the third floor, Yingjiao squeezed a little hand sanitizer into his palm, rubbed it a few times, and turned on the faucet to flush out the foam.

This is a toilet for teachers only, and students are generally not allowed to use it, but it's okay to come in occasionally to wash your hands or something.

He Porridge and a few people also came together. They were helping to cut the cake in the classroom just now. Because the knife given by the store was too soft, a lot of cream was rubbed on their hands, and they had a sweet and greasy taste after rubbing them.

Zheng Que flicked the water in his hand, glanced outside the door, and saw that there was no one in the corridor. Quietly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one in his mouth, and handed the pack to Yingjiao: "One?"

Yingjiao shook his head: "No." He turned around and took two pieces of paper from the paper tube on the wall to wipe his hands.

Zheng Que distributed the cigarettes to He Congee and Peng Chengcheng, and exhaled a smoke ring and sighed: "My arrogant brother is now more and more like a good student."

Yingjiao snorted and said nothing.

He threw the used tissue into the trash can, thinking of sitting on the playground in the afternoon, looking up at Jing Ji on the flag-raising platform, and still felt his chest throb.

The person who shines brightly and is admired and admired by the teachers and students of the whole school is the person he likes.

Yingjiao's heart is full of pride and pride, and there is a faint sense of urgency.

Such a good, such excellent speech is worthy of the best in the world, including lovers.

He had to work harder, work harder, and work hard enough to be side by side with Jing Ji before he was qualified to stand by his side.

He can become Jing Ji's glory, but he will never allow himself to become his drag and stain.

"Brother Jiao, is your birthday soon?" Zheng Que finished smoking a cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

While waving his sleeves vigorously, trying to get rid of the smell on his body so as not to be smelled by Teacher Liu, he said, "How are you going to spend this year? How many classes are you going to skip on Sunday morning?"

During this period of time, Yingjiao was devoted to studying and had no time to take them out. Zheng Que couldn't hold back for a long time. He couldn't help but take the opportunity to entrain private goods: "How about partying and playing games during the day, and going out to dance at night?"

Yingjiao glanced at him blankly: "Did the nine-year obligation teach you how to skip classes?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que didn't have any hope at all. What he just said was just a test. Success is better, and it's okay to fail.

He added: "It's fine if you don't skip classes, we'll be the same as we go on vacation in the afternoon."

"No waves." Yingjiao refused very thoroughly: "I don't have that time."

"No," Zheng Que didn't understand: "I'm on vacation, do you have anything else to do?"

"Yes." Yingjiao opened the door and said sincerely, "In one afternoon, it's enough to make a few sets of papers."

He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."

Zheng Que looked at him dumbfounded and couldn't believe it: "Brother Jiao, you... Have you been bewitched?"

It was normal before, but I usually work hard in class, how come I don't even miss the holidays now?

"What kind of Gu?" Ying Jiao asked back, not knowing what he thought of, and suddenly smiled arrogantly: "Emotion Gu?"

Buying cakes at the dessert shop today happened to be a few young girls in front of him.

One of them held a bouquet of pink flowers and shared his emotions with his companions with a flushed face.

Yingjiao accidentally listened, and then realized that the girl was holding a pink rose representing her first love.

Yingjiao once thought that he would never do anything like sending flowers to express his feelings in his life, but he didn't understand it until now. No, no, it's just that I haven't met the person who is willing to let him do it before.

Maybe it was really being bewitched, Ying Jiao peeled off a piece of coconut candy and put it in his mouth, with a slight smile in his eyes.

He Conge was suffocated by his sore toothache and said, "What arrogant brother, let's discuss it, if you want to fall in love, just talk about it, can you not be arrogant?"

Yingjiao hooked the candy bar with the tip of his tongue, and said lazily, "Men are not arrogant, they are all straw buns."

The straw bag and the porridge Zheng Que and Peng Chengcheng: "..."

Zheng Que said angrily, "Wait! I want to fall in love, and I want to show off too!"

"You?" Yingjiao took out his pocket and threw half a pack of cigarettes to him: "Didn't you just get rejected?"

Zheng Que forced himself to respect himself: "What's wrong with refusing? That's someone's restraint! You understand restraint? Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? She also liked my circle of friends yesterday, she must have feelings for me It's gone!"

Ying Jiao glanced at him with pity: "Well, so have you thought of the name of your child?"

Zheng Que was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was mocking himself. He was so angry that he was about to rush over to fight Yingjiao to the death, but was stopped by He Congee.

"Come on, Lao Zheng, you said you can't beat it, but you can't do it." He Cong patted his back to give him a good breath, racked his brains for a while, and finally pulled it out. A good one to win arrogance: "Brother Jiao is just joking with you. You see, he gave you a cigarette."

Zheng Que looked down at the cigarette in his hand, too.

Just as the anger in my heart was about to go down, I heard Ying Jiao say: "I think he needs to smoke, let him smoke more."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que jumped like thunder in an instant: "You are proud of me, your uncle!"

Peng Chengcheng couldn't listen anymore, he pulled Zheng Que and took the initiative to say, "That Qiao Anyan, I asked my friend."

Yingjiao instantly put away the indifference on his face: "How do you say it?"

"He..." Peng Chengcheng organized the language in his mind, and then said: "My friend said he was a little weird. He usually performed well in class, and his scores in quizzes were quite high.

Ying Jiao frowned slightly.

"Also," Peng Chengcheng said again, "he was very lucky a while ago, so good that he could draw prizes every time in the game."

Afraid that Yingjiao would not believe it, he added: "At that time, many people in their class asked him to help draw on his behalf. It is said that he has drawn a lot of good things, but recently his good luck is gone."

"Fuck." He Conge couldn't help but burst out a foul language: "Is it so mysterious?"

"Well," Peng Chengcheng said blankly, "Everyone in their class knows it."

Grades fluctuated high and low, inexplicable good luck, Jing Ji's headache...

Yingjiao sorted out the key points in his mind, but he couldn't think of anything between them.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly, Ying Jiao picked it up and saw that it was news from Li Zhou.

[The First Hanging in the Universe]: Brother Jiao, I just suddenly remembered something, let me tell you something.

[Pride]: Say.

[The First Hang in the Universe]: Just Qiao Anyan, when I was on the playground with Brother Ci, he suddenly ran over and said: Yangcheng Olympics.

[The First Hanging in the Universe]: I left after speaking. Brother Ci and I didn't understand what he meant.

[The First Hang in the Universe]: I'm thinking about what you might want to know, so I'll let you know.

Yangcheng Olympics?

Ying Jiao looked at the screen thoughtfully. He remembered that Yangcheng seemed to be bidding for the Olympics. There was quite a lot of news the year before last, but there has been no news in the past two years.

Yingjiao typed quickly with his fingers and confirmed with Li Zhou—

[Pride]: Is he talking about Yangcheng's bid for the Olympics, or the Yangcheng Olympics?

[The First Hanging in the Universe]: Brother Ci and I can hear the Yangcheng Olympic Games clearly.

[Pride]: Okay, I understand, thank you.

Yingjiao put away his phone and gradually found a clue.

There is still a big difference between bidding for the Olympics and the Olympics, and there is little chance of a slip of the tongue. Excluding that slight possibility, that is to say, Qiao Anyan knew that Yangcheng was going to hold the Olympic Games?

The whole country is waiting for something that hasn't come out yet, how could he know?

Yingjiao stood there for a while and turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Let your friend help me pay more attention to him."

Peng Chengcheng nodded: "OK."

Several people went back to the classroom together.

Ying Jiao pretended to glance at Jing Ji's seat inadvertently, but didn't see the rose.

Yingjiao laughed, maybe he was thrown away, after all, Jing Ji was not someone who liked flowers.

He didn't know that that night, the flowers he thought had been thrown away appeared in the iron box of Jingji's test papers.

Since then, this little dry rose has become Jing Ji's only collection except for the exam papers.

After the awards ceremony, everything was running as usual.

The students in the provincial experiment were so busy preparing for the final exam that they rarely even attended the forum. Jing Ji is busy brushing the competition papers in order to achieve a good result in the upcoming finals.

The only difference is that Yingjiao has worked harder.

In the past, he just listened carefully in class, and no longer fished in the self-study class.

Now, he rarely goes out even after class, doing paperwork one set after another. Because Jing Ji's time was precious, Yingjiao no longer let him help him mark the test papers.

He did the questions by himself, checked the answers by himself, wrote down the mistakes by himself, and then repeatedly studied the mistakes and found the same type of questions to do. Even Teacher Liu was a little shocked.

Jing Ji also noticed Ying Jiao's state. Most of the time he stayed in the small classroom in the second teaching building. There is no way, like before, Yingjiao will answer the question for him immediately.

But no matter how busy he was, he never forgot to pay attention to Yingjiao's learning progress.

So every morning, on Yingjiao's desk, there would be a piece of paper with detailed knowledge points and corresponding question types.

When Yingjiao was dizzy and irritable every time he studied, as long as he looked at the manuscripts of Jingji accumulated day by day, he felt that he could write a few more sets of test questions.

It was another morning. After Jing Ji finished breakfast, he went to Class 7 to put Yingjiao's wrong question book back, and then went downstairs to Teaching Building 2.

He was the last to arrive today. Seeing him coming, Zhao Feng walked up to the podium before he could sit down and announced, "I've found a foreign aid for you."

The foreign aid is Xiao Leyue, the son of a friend of Zhao Feng. He is a senior this year and was a provincial team player in Yang Province. Once in the All-China Federation of High Schools all the way to the national training team, was recommended to Tsinghua University. Although he was eliminated in the first round of selection for the national training team, he is still a promising existence.

"In the next half month, I will allow you to bring your mobile phone to school." Zhao Feng stood on the podium and said to the three Jing Ji: "You all add my WeChat later, and then I will bring you and Xiao Xiao to the school. In a WeChat group, if you have any questions, just ask him in the group."

Seeing that they all nodded, Zhao Feng continued: "Xiao Xiao has personal experience in this area and is better than me. Don't feel embarrassed, just ask what you need to ask. It is more important to learn from other people's experience!"

The three Jing Ji responded: "Okay."

Xiao Leyue is a good person, or it may be because of Zhao Feng's face, he answered their questions in great detail, and did not hide his secrets at all. Jing Ji and Zhou Chao had a good impression of him.

After a few days of contact, gradually, it is no longer limited to asking about the finals. Sometimes when they encounter difficulties, neither of them have ideas, and they will also post to the group to discuss with Xiao Leyue.

Xiao Leyue has received systematic Olympiad training, which happens to be lacking in Jing Ji. Many times, Xiao Leyue's problem-solving ideas can bring him a lot of inspiration.

As a result, Jing Ji spent more time on his mobile phone accordingly.

A few days before the final exam, Zhao Feng did not detain them in the small classroom, but let them go back to prepare for the exam.

After all, the final is important, and the final exam is even more important.

Ying Jiao found out that Jing Ji was looking at his mobile phone when he was studying on his own, and thought it was quite novel, so he couldn't help but ask one more question.

"Mr. Zhao found a senior who has been in the national training team," Jing Ji explained to him while copying the problem-solving ideas: "We often discuss math Olympiad problems with him on WeChat."

Ying Jiao reached out and rubbed his hair, and smiled, "I thought you were starting to do your job too."

Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled at him: "I won't."

Ying Jiao was so tickled by his smile that he was about to say something when He Conge suddenly came over and threw a few gift boxes on his desk: "Brother Jiao, happy birthday!"

He Conge pointed to one of the boxes and said, "I gave you this! A belt. Lao Zheng bought you a lighter, and Lao Peng went to the mall to pick up a watch. We all said it was ugly. He didn't believe it. Just look at it and you'll know, hahahaha."

Yingjiao rushed to thank them: "Accepted, thank you."

"Small idea." He Conge and a few people grinned and left in a group.

"Your birthday today?" Jing Ji put down his pen and looked up at Ying Jiao.

Yingjiao put the gift box under the table and nodded indifferently: "Yes."

"Happy birthday." Jing Ci was a little annoyed, if only he had known earlier. Yingjiao celebrated his birthday, but he didn't prepare any gifts...

It's been a long time since I haven't been able to tease his little charming wife. Yingjiao was full of grief in his heart. He reached out and pinched Jing Ji's face and said, "Little classmate, don't tease me."

Jing Ji tilted his head to avoid his hand, did not admit the crime, and held back his face: "I... When did I tease you? Don't talk nonsense."

"Just kidding, why are you talking nonsense, I have proof." Yingjiao's face was awe-inspiring: "In broad daylight, is it you who wished me a happy birthday?"

Jing Ji nodded ignorantly: "Yes..."

But just say happy birthday, is there anything wrong with it?

"That's it," Yingjiao curled his lips, leaned closer to his ear, and lowered his voice: "Happy birthday. Happy life, happy day, you think you are teasing me, implying me?"

The author has something to say: the arrogant gangster in our family has grown up...