Jing Ji's face was still red when the exercises were over and the classes returned to their classes in order. No matter how much Yingjiao teased him, he stopped talking.
He couldn't figure out why there were so many scenes when someone ran.
Jing Ci went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, drank half of it, calmed down a little, and took out his math book.
The cup he used was a glass, and after his fingers picked it up and put it down, there were naturally a few more fingerprints on it.
Jing Ci noticed it when he turned his eyes, and immediately took out two paper towels, carefully wiped off the fingerprints on them, and then lowered his head and continued to read.
Yingjiao had a panoramic view of his actions, and suddenly he smiled with his lips curled up.
He Porridge happened to pass by him, seeing his smile, the expression on his face suddenly became indescribable.
He quietly took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the group.
[Your uncle of the He family]: By the way, does anyone feel the same as me
[Zheng Que is incorrect]:? ?
[Your uncle of the He family]: Brother Jiao, why is he always pestering Jing Ci lately? Did something happen between them that we don't know about
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Ah, sure enough! I already felt that something was wrong with them, and I never dared to say it.
[Your uncle of the He family]: Brother Jiao has been so messed up recently that I can't see...
[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother Jiao fell in love with Jing Ci
[Your uncle He family]:...
[Zheng Que is incorrect]:…
[Zheng Que is not correct]: Lao Peng, offer incense for you, go all the way, I will remember you in next year's Qingming Festival.
[Your uncle of the He family]: Probably spring is coming soon... Brother Jiao is also starting to get restless.
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: A few in spring, autumn has not yet passed.
[Arrogance]: Are you too busy? Where did Lao Liu report it
He Porridge was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone on the ground, so he sat up straight and pretended nothing happened.
Zheng Que reflexively threw the phone into the table hole, making a bang.
Peng Chengcheng was still expressionless, but if you looked carefully, you could see his eyes blinking slightly.
Yingjiao sneered and typed—
[Jiao]: Less flirting with me, and more serious business. How about the things I asked you to check two days ago
Speaking of this, He Porridge put away the wretchedness on his face. After thinking for a while, he slipped to the back window and looked in the corridor. Seeing that there was no sign of Teacher Liu coming, he slumped and trotted to Yingjiao's side, and said in a low voice, "It's hard to type, I'll tell you directly." Speak."
Yingjiao frowned: "What's going on?"
What Yingjiao asked He Porridge to investigate was the matter that Li Shi provoked him some time ago.
Although Li Shi's brain is not very good, he is not mentally retarded. What's more, he was able to accurately block the toilet that day, which is enough to show that he was prepared before.
Yingjiao always feels that the reason is not as simple as Li Shi's desire to stand up.
He Porridge considered his words in his mind, and said carefully, "Li Shi met Mr. Ying Sheng before that day..."
The expression on Yingjiao's face suddenly turned cold.
Ying Shengjun, Yingjiao's half-brother, is two years older than him, and is the illegitimate son of Ying's father. However, since Ying's father remarried five years ago, the illegitimate child has become a legitimate child.
Yingjiao's mother's name is Shi Jun, and the meaning of the name Ying Shengjun can be imagined.
"Brother Jiao, you don't need to come forward for this matter, so as to save trouble in the end, Zheng Que and I will find someone to mess with him." He Porridge glanced at Yingjiao, and sneered: "Making tricks behind the scenes? Who is fatter than me?"
Don't look at He Porridge's white and fat appearance, but when it comes to cruelty, ten Zheng Que can't match him.
"No need," Yingjiao sneered: "If he wants to play, I can play with him."
Yingjiao lowered his head and quickly sent a message.
Touching the coldness in his eyes, He Porridge suddenly shuddered, and walked away shivering.
Yingjiao put away his phone, looked at Jing Ci who was sitting beside him, stretched out his long legs, and touched his leg under the table.
Jing Ci flicked the pages of the book for a moment, didn't look up, but moved aside.
Yingjiao made more progress, and stretched his legs further, directly occupying most of the space under Jing Ci's table.
Jing Ci endured and endured, finally he couldn't hold back, turned his head with a cold face: "What are you going to do?"
Yingjiao pretended not to see his cold face, took out a Chinese book from his bookshelf, flipped through it randomly: "Didn't you say that you will tell me "Pipa Xing" in the morning, do you want to talk about it?"
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to be serious.
He looked up at the wall clock, and the third class was about to start, so he discussed with Yingjiao in a good voice: "Class is about to start, it's too late to finish all the lectures..."
"It's okay," Yingjiao chuckled, and pushed the language documents onto his desk, "As much as you can speak."
He said so, and Jing Ci couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to lean over: "Xunyang River sees off the guests at night, maple leaves and grass are rustling in autumn, the meaning of this sentence is..."
His voice came to his ears, unhurried, cold and calm.
Yingjiao looked at him slightly sideways.
The sun at 10:30 in the morning was just right, and the warm white light hit Jing Ci. From Yingjiao's angle, he could even see the thin, small hairs on his face.
His rosy lips opened and closed, occasionally showing a little white teeth.
The surrounding air gradually calmed down, and those impetuousness and anger slowly faded away.
Yingjiao lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on his slender fingers touching the pages of the book, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared little by little.
The third class is Teacher Liu's mathematics class. When the class was about to start for a minute, Teacher Liu walked in hurriedly with the teaching plan and math books between them.
"Turn to the second section of Chapter 3, and let's start talking about inequalities!" Teacher Liu's eyes were bright, and he held up the blackboard eraser to illuminate the blackboard twice: "Pay attention to those sleeping people below! Let you sleep on the podium!"
He glanced down again warningly: "Okay, now let's look at the common method of inequality proof..."
Teacher Liu's voice is loud, even if he stands in the corridor and listens to his class, it will not be affected at all.
Jing Ci listened while summarizing and taking notes below.
This note is not for his own use, but for Yingjiao.
Even if you grit your teeth, you must stick to what you promised.
While Jing Ci wrote quickly, he secretly comforted himself in his heart.
After summarizing all the knowledge points, there is no need to deal with Yingjiao anymore.
Just as he was thinking, the back of his hand was suddenly touched.
Jing Ci gave Yingjiao a warning look, pointed at the blackboard, and signaled him to listen to the class.
Yingjiao didn't do so, but looked at his right hand and whispered, "What is your writing posture?"
Jing Ci's handwriting is beautiful and smart, but his writing posture is very awkward. Yingjiao looked at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more strange it became. He couldn't help reminding him: "Why are you stretching your thumb so long? Pull it back a little."
Jing Ji knew what was wrong with him, and shook his head: "It's been many years, and I can't change it."
Yingjiao snorted, "Can't change it?"
He reached out to hold Jing Ci's right hand, broke off his fingers one by one from the pen, and moved him to the correct position little by little: "Just write like this."
Jing Ci's cheeks were slightly hot, "Don't do it, I will do it myself."
Yingjiao smiled noncommittally, staring at his right hand.
Seeing Jing Ji being watched so wrongly by him, he began to feel uncomfortable all over.
He curled up the middle finger of his left hand and scratched it in the palm of his hand, and the handwriting that he wrote again was quite a bit scribbled.
"What's wrong with you?" Yingjiao frowned and hissed: "Why did you go back to your posture again? Change it."
The wrong writing posture is very strenuous, after only writing for a while, a flat mark was squeezed out of Jing Ci's right middle finger.
His skin is fair, making the mark even more obtrusive.
Yingjiao stretched out his slender fingers, twitched his fingers lightly, and said casually: "Little classmate, did you do it on purpose? Do you have to hold your hand over and over again to change it?"
Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, and he gave him a hard look, but his fingers clumsily changed into the correct posture.
Yingjiao likes his little appearance of becoming angry from embarrassment. When he saw this, he wanted to tease him again, and Mr. Liu's loud voice came to his ears: "Yingjiao! Jing Ci! What are you two doing?!"
Teacher Liu threw the math book on the podium, and shouted with a dark face: "How old are you two? Are you elementary school students? You still hold hands in class?!"
"You two stand up for me! Yingjiao, why are you laughing?! Come on, tell me, what are you two thinking about in class?!"
Yingjiao stood up lazily, the school uniform jacket was hanging loosely on him, but he was not sloppy, but had a kind of lazy handsomeness, he pursed his lips: "I'm sorry, teacher, we are so close that we can't help it."
Teacher Liu was so angry that he almost spit out blood: "You two have a good relationship?!"
Both were students he had taught for a year, how could he not know them both
He suspected that Yingjiao was deliberately bullying Jing Ji, even the previous seat change.
Yingjiao sighed deeply: "My mother taught me not to lie since I was a child. I didn't expect that no one would believe the truth these days."
He spread his hands helplessly, and put his right hand on Jing Ji's shoulder vainly: "I like him very much, really, he is very similar to me."
Teacher Liu held back his anger: "How do you two resemble each other?"
He just wanted to say that Jing Ci has been working very hard recently, which is completely different from him.
I heard Yingjiao say: "They are all very handsome."
Teacher Liu:"… "
Teacher Liu couldn't bear it anymore, and sent the two of them into the corridor together in a rage.
It was the first time Jing Ji was punished to stand, and he couldn't react for a while. Yingjiao tugged at him, and he just left the classroom in a daze.
Teacher Liu looked at the two with a sneer: "Aren't you two on good terms? Aren't you being funny in class? Okay, you two just stand holding hands like this! Don't let go after class!"
Jing Ci's face turned red immediately.
It's fine to stand still, why do you still hold hands
Just as he was about to protest to Teacher Liu, Yingjiao quickly grabbed his hand, holding it very naturally. Then he turned his head and thanked Teacher Liu sincerely: "Thank you, Teacher, for understanding us."
Now he really wants to order a song "Successful" as a gift to Mr. Liu.
Teacher Liu was so angry that his face was livid, he walked into the classroom without looking back, and closed the door with a bang.
"Why are you so angry?" Yingjiao turned his head with a smile, and when he saw Jing Ci frowned, he said dumbly, "Are you angry? Brother, isn't it for your own good?"
Yingjiao raised the hands of the two people, and signaled Jing Ci to look down with his eyes: "Look at how your fingers are crushed. That's all right, don't be angry, or brother..."
"I'm not angry," Jing Ji interrupted him, he didn't know that Yingjiao was for his own good, but—
He looked at Yingjiao, frowned and said: "Mathematics is missing a class, can you understand the next class? Otherwise, I will explain it to you after I go back? See when you have time..."
Yingjiao looked at the faint worry on his face, and suddenly felt as if something had fiddled with him.
"Okay, I'm fine." The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice was soft: "Little classmate, don't think about it, listen to the teacher first, and hold my hand carefully."
With that said, he let go of Jing Ci, reached out his hand to him, and motioned him to hold him first.
Jing Ci's eyes paused, and the pinnae of his ears turned slightly red.
Yingjiao lowered his eyes and chuckled: "What? You don't even listen to the teacher now?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling: "No."
Yingjiao lowered his voice and leaned close to his ear: "Then do you want to hold me?"
Jing Ci was silent.
After a while, he finally nodded slightly.
Yingjiao smiled, and when those thin white hands stretched out, he held them tightly behind his back.
The author has something to say: small theater, win pride: Thank you Mr. Liu for contributing to our sacred and great love, and I gave it to Mr. Liu with the song "Success".
Teacher Liu:… … …
Teacher Liu: Get lost! ! !