From this day on, the school bully who has always been a school bully with a ton of idol burden often has problems such as disheveled collars and wrong buttons, but the friends around him seem to be collectively blind and never see them.
Jing Ci was not too embarrassed to remind him at first, but over time, he got used to it.
So much so that now that Yingjiao's collar is rolled up, he can even naturally reach out to help tidy it up.
In the morning self-study, Jing Ci put the written notes on Yingjiao's desk: "That's about it, you read it first, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
Yingjiao lowered his head and opened the thick notebook. On the snow-white paper, words were densely written, and some places were marked with a red pen.
The big chapters, small chapters and key knowledge are clearly written and clear at a glance.
"Remember so seriously," Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Little classmate, do you really want me to make progress with you?"
Yingjiao's mood is a bit complicated.
When Jing Ci said at the beginning that he would sort out his notes, he didn't take it seriously. Later, it was very interesting to see the serious appearance of the little pervert writing and writing, so I continued to watch the fun with a playful attitude.
He didn't expect that Jing Ci really took this matter to heart.
Yingjiao has not known what learning is for many years.
However, holding this heavy notebook now, he couldn't continue his jokes.
Jing Ci looked up at him: "You..." He pursed his lower lip: "Don't want to see?"
"Where is it?" Yingjiao's Adam's apple twitched, and he flipped the pages of the book: "Inequality, right? It's very simple..."
That's good.
Jing Ji heaved a sigh of relief and made up his mind. From now on, I don't owe Ying Ying the arrogance at all, and I should be able to draw a clear line with him this time.
Thus, Yingjiao discovered that since getting the notes, Jing Ci seemed to be a lot colder towards him.
But he didn't think much of it.
First of all, Jing Ci's character is not warm at all. Secondly, the midterm exam is coming soon, Jing Ci has been studying harder these days, and it's possible that he can't devote his energy to it.
"Hey Jing Ci, did you see that post on our school forum?" When get out of class was over, Jing Ci went outside to breathe, and Li Zhou suddenly said to him: "The supernormal class and the key class don't know where the superiority comes from." Fuck, I'm so pissed off."
"What post?" Jing Ji was thinking about a math problem, and when he heard this, he asked subconsciously.
"I'm really convinced of you. You are a red heart to learn now." Li Zhou looked around like a thief. Seeing that there were not many people, he carefully took out his mobile phone, tapped twice on the screen, and handed it to Jing. Ci: "Here, this is the post that says you're pretending to be a scumbag."
He said angrily: "At first, the direction was quite normal, but then I don't know which idiots are pushing it, saying that our class seven has too many people, and some people started a bet, betting whether you will be the last or the last in the exam this time. "
Yuanzheng was quite famous in the second grade of high school. He always handed in blank papers in the exams, and he was the last one every time. He also loved fighting and fighting. With his iconic yellow hair, many people knew him.
Therefore, after hearing that he was a tyrant and fake scumbag, most people didn't believe it.
The students in class 7 saw Jing Ci's performance this month, coupled with their curiosity, they asked Jing Ci a lot of questions by taking advantage of the near-water platform, and Jing Ci knew it well, so they slowly accepted this novelty.
But the students in other classes didn't know about it, so behind the post, they have developed from mocking Jingci to mocking the entire seventh class.
It turned out to be this post.
Jing Ci took the phone, and he hasn't paid attention to it since Mr. Liu showed it to him last time.
He turned the page up.
[Three hundred and eighty floors: As expected of the dandy class, the IQ of the seventh class has been clearly demonstrated in this post at 360 degrees without dead ends.]
[Floor 392: No, I was just wondering, can people from Class 7 make up such absurd things? To make a digression, Jing Ci is quite handsome after cutting his hair, but face has nothing to do with IQ.]
[Four hundred and twelfth floor: Hahahahahahahahaha Tianxiu in class seven! Do you study Jingci well? I just want to know what learning looks like in the eyes of the seventh class? Can you recite ancient poems? Or will it calculate a quadratic equation? Ha ha ha ha]
[Four hundred and fifteenth floor: You idiot, your brain is covered in shit. Jing Ci is good at studying, our homeroom teacher has stamped it, you idiots have a collective orgasm.]
[Four hundred and twentieth floor: Class seven teacher? is that bear Hahahahaha, to be honest, I thought he was a physical education teacher at first.]
[Four hundred and twenty-eighth floor: Jing Ci study well? Maybe, he might be able to enter the top 500 in the school this time? puff.]
[Four hundred and forty-fourth floor: If the total score of Jingci's exam can reach 200 points, I will broadcast Chixiang live!]
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Rao has already read it once, but when he read it again, Li Zhou was still very angry: "If you want me to know who these people are, drag them into the alley after school! Say nothing else, and attack Lao Liu, mother bitch."
Teacher Liu has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, and he is dedicated to the students. Everyone in the seventh class respects him.
"And this," Li Zhou pointed at the phone screen: "The first five hundred? Damn, there are only less than five hundred and twenty students in our science class."
The more Li Zhou spoke, the angrier he became. He took a deep breath, and looked at Jing Ji very seriously: "Tell me the truth, Jing Ji, what level are you? Can you enter..."
He hesitated for a while, and said cruelly, a ranking that he didn't even dare to think about: "Is it possible to be in the top three hundred?"
In the provincial experiment last year, the enrollment rate for heavy-duty education was 94%.
This is quite a scary number, even if Li Zhou is a scumbag, he knows how difficult it is for those perverts in the school to surpass.
After being here for nearly a month, Jing Ci has gone through all the content of the high school in this world, and has also done several sets of test papers.
Although it was more difficult than what he had learned before, in the past, he often found some interesting science knowledge to learn in his spare time. He had been exposed to many of the contents, so it was not difficult for him.
Jing Ci felt that it should be easy for him to enter the top 50 in the school, but he was always cautious, and he never yelled in advance before the results came out.
Wen Yan didn't say much, just nodded: "It should be possible."
"Okay!" Li Zhou slapped him on the shoulder: "I will believe you just once, buddy!"
He gritted his teeth, snatched the phone from Jingci's hand, and quickly typed a reply—
[Five hundred and eighty second floor: Stop barking, idiots! Jing Ji will definitely be in the top 300 in this exam! If you don't enter my f---ing live broadcast, compete with Feng Datu for the trumpet!]
Feng Mao, the dean of teaching, although the name is taken from Fenghua Zhengmao. But obviously, he lived up to such a beautiful moral, and became bald at a young age. Even if he grew his hair long and combed it all back, he could still see the traces of the bald circle.
Feng Mao has been trying to catch up with models and disciplines everywhere recently, and if he dared to compete with him for the trumpet, it was a lifetime of courage.
As soon as Li Zhou's reply came out, there was a wave of climax immediately.
[Five hundred and eighty-third floor: There are seven sand sculptures upstairs, the identification is correct, I hope you will do what you say.]
[Five hundred and ninetieth floor: It seems that there is another good show to watch, hahahahaha, eat melon.]
[Liubailou: Among other things, the scumbags in class seven are really confident hahahahahaha.]
[Floor 606: Suddenly I can't wait to take the exam, it's the first time in my life.]
... ... ...
Li Zhou flipped through the replies one by one to Jing Ji, staring at him with burning eyes: "Brother, your life is on your shoulders."
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci's expression was complicated: "I will work hard."
As the exam was approaching day by day, more and more people knew about this post, and many people couldn't hold back their curiosity, so they came to class seven to read Jingci.
Until the exam, Jing Ci was surrounded by all kinds of people like a giant panda entering the zoo for the first time.
The mid-term exams are at the beginning of November, and the provincial experiment pays attention to every exam. For this reason, the holiday at the end of the month is postponed until after the exams.
In the new teaching building of the provincial experiment, every classroom is equipped with monitoring. But this is not enough. In order to prevent cheating, the classrooms of senior one and senior two have to be exchanged during the exam.
Classrooms from Grade 1 to Grade 2 are used for the exam, while the exam room for Grade 2 is in Grade 1.
On the day of the exam, Li Zhou and He Porridge were nervous for the first time.
"Did you bring the paint pen? Where's the black water-based pen?" Li Zhou hurriedly surrounded Jing Ci, like an assistant, helping him check this and that, nagging non-stop.
Zheng Que also followed suit. He was a person who couldn't figure out what to bring for the exam. He held Jing Ci's schoolbag and rummaged through it: "Is there enough draft paper? Do you want me to buy another stack for you? "
The school's small shop is especially good at doing business, selling specially cut draft paper for two yuan a stack, which is very convenient.
"Okay, let's go." Seeing Jingci was almost stunned by their questions one after another, Yingjiao threw them away impatiently: "What's the matter with you
He pulled Jing Ci's schoolbag and carried it on his back: "Ready?"
Jing Ci was in the last exam room, the exam for Class 124 of senior high school.
Among several people, only Zheng Que was in the same examination room as him.
"Yeah." Jing Ji reached out for the schoolbag on his body, "I'll carry it myself."
Yingjiao hid for a while, ignored it, and walked out: "Then let's go."
"I don't need you, I'll do it myself." Jing Ji followed up, reaching out to grab the strap of the schoolbag and was about to pull it down.
"Don't make trouble." Yingjiao grabbed his wrist, turned his head and said with a smile: "Li Shi and those people are from Class 24, you can't go by yourself."
Jing Ci's footsteps stopped.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Yingjiao pulled him forward: "I have brother here."
Jing Ci looked up at him, and explained seriously: "I'm not afraid."
Jing Ci's character is not timid, no matter in life or study, he has never been afraid of anyone.
Even if Li Shi and the others want to make trouble this time, as long as he is still alive, he will always find a chance to pay back.
"I know you are powerful, you have a hot temper, so let's do it." Yingjiao laughed, turned and went downstairs, reminding Jing Ji: "Student with a hot temper, pay attention to the steps."
Jing Ci let go of his hand, hummed, and stopped insisting on carrying his schoolbag.
He Porridge and the others followed behind numbly, pretending they were blind.
Zheng Que endured and endured, he couldn't help it anymore, leaned over and whispered to He Porridge: "How did I remember that Li Shi is from Class 21?"
"It's Class 21." He Porridge snorted, "I'm going to scare him during the exams in their class."
Zheng Que's face was tangled: "Then Brother Jiao is... remember wrong?"
He Porridge turned his head and looked at Zheng Que lovingly: "What you don't understand are routines, don't ask."
Zheng Que let out an "oh", rubbed his face, and shut up.
The author has something to say: small theater, win pride: things like heroes saving beauty are especially suitable for me.
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."