Jing Ci was the bottom one in the whole grade. After entering the classroom, Yingjiao didn't even need to look at the location map on the blackboard, and went straight to the last position in the north row. As expected, Jing Ci's name and student number were posted on it.
Yingjiao put his schoolbag on the table for him, watched him take out stationery one by one, and said, "I'm taking an exam in class 21, call me if you need anything."
Jing Ci thanked him for his kindness, and nodded in agreement.
Seeing him sitting upright in his seat, Yingjiao had a smile in his eyes. He pulled the chair next to him and sat down next to Jing Ci. Although he knew that he was not afraid, he still told him: "Don't worry about Li Shi and the others, the exam will be over if you take the exam well, don't think about it."
Jing Ci smiled at him for the first time: "I won't."
"That's good." Looking at his curved lips, Yingjiao was also in a good mood: "Little classmate, come on, Lao Liu counts on you to be proud once."
Class 7 has been ridiculed all over the forum these days, and everyone hopes that Jing Ci can help them win.
Yesterday, Yingjiao even saw that idiot Zheng Que holding the Jade Guanyin around his neck and praying for Jingci.
The same was true for the other students in class seven. If Yingjiao hadn't been stopped by others, they would have even been able to give Jing Ci a pair of red socks.
Although Yingjiao doesn't know the specific results of this little pervert, but according to his observations these days, the top three hundred should be a breeze.
Jing Ci, who shouldered the heavy responsibility of fighting for the honor of Class Seven, nodded heavily: "I will work hard."
Jing Ci likes the small group of Class Seven very much.
Although the students in Class 7 love to play and make trouble, they don't like to study, and even every self-study class is like herding sheep. But he is very measured, he doesn't rely on his family's power to do whatever he wants in school, at most he will cause some harmless little troubles for Mr. Liu.
Not only that, class seven was the most united class Jing Ci had ever seen.
His previous class was a key class of the grade, and the relationship between the classmates was very weak. Apart from studying all day long, everyone was afraid of being overtaken by the people around them.
It's not like Class Seven, which has a strong sense of collective honor.
After the post on the forum spread among the class, and then the self-study class, there was a vacuum around Jing Ci.
Those who liked to play poker stopped playing poker, and those who chatted also shut up. Everyone spontaneously didn't bother him and made room for him to study.
"Okay, don't feel pressured." Yingjiao stood up and chuckled, "Just do what you did before, and I'm leaving."
Jing Ci nodded, watched him leave, then lowered his head and began to recite the text silently in his heart.
The first subject was Chinese. Coincidentally, the last test room was invigilated by class teacher Zhang Jing.
When all the students in the examination room had arrived, Zhang Jing held a stack of test papers, clicked on her high heels, and walked in with another male teacher.
She stood on the podium, glanced condescendingly at the students in the audience, and introduced herself first: "I am the head teacher of the first class, and I will invigilate everyone this time."
She paused, her face full of sternness: "I'm not like other teachers who turn a blind eye to poor students. In my examination room, as long as I find cheating, I will never I will forgive you!"
She stretched out two fingers, dipped some saliva in her mouth, and said sharply while counting the papers: "The copied grades are all fake, and the reason for your poor study is mostly on yourself! You copy now, and you can still pass the college entrance examination." Copy it?"
"Clean up all the things that have nothing to do with the exam, don't have bad grades and bad morals!"
After finishing speaking, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and handed out the counted papers one by one.
"Damn." Zheng Que was in front of Jing Ci, and he handed the last paper to Jing Ci, cursing: "The old witch dares to say that we have poor morals? Who the hell cheated? Bitch."
Zhang Jing's ears are very good, and she immediately looked towards them when she heard the movement.
Jing Ci hissed at Zheng Que, signaling him to stop talking and study hard.
Zheng Que's lips moved, but he still held back.
After getting the test paper, Jing Ci went through it first.
The basic knowledge is very simple, the reading questions are not difficult, and the final composition is a material composition.
He picked up the pen and quickly filled in the basic questions while conceiving the composition in his mind.
Just finished writing the correct pronunciation inscription above, a sound of high-heeled shoes came from far and near.
Then, Jing Ci's paper was suddenly opened by a hand. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stopped writing in time, otherwise half of the paper would be ruined.
Jing Ci frowned and raised his head.
Zhang Jing glanced at the name on his desk, reached out and took out the draft pad that Jing Ci had placed under the test paper, and carefully flipped through it page by page, for fear that he might write something in it.
Jing Ci pursed his lips slightly, and said lightly: "Teacher, please return my notebook to me."
Zhang Jing paused her hand and looked down at him.
"I still have to do the questions." Jing Ci looked at her without hesitation: "If you suspect that there is something in the book, take it away, and find me something else to pad."
All the candidates in the class looked at him, their eyes glistening with excitement.
Zhang Jing sneered, and threw the draft back on his desk with a snap. Lightly glanced at Jing Ci, turned around and left.
It's because she was a demon, and she was too deeply affected by that post on the forum.
For a student like Jing Ji, even if he was asked to take an open-book exam, he couldn't find the answer.
Seeing Zhang Jing's contemptuous eyes, Jing Ci was not angry, nor did he feel looked down upon.
He picked up the pen again, calmly put the draft back to its original place, and continued to answer the questions.
There's no need to argue with her, just wait for the results to come out and just use the scores to talk.
Jing Ci's mood was not affected at all. With forty-five minutes before the end of the exam, he finished answering the paper. After checking that there was no problem, he handed in the paper and left the exam room.
He went directly to a cafeteria, because he came out early, and there was no one in the cafeteria at the moment.
After Jing Ji finished his meal, he bumped into Li Zhou who had just come in.
When Li Zhou saw him, he almost broke the meal card in his hand. He held Jing Ci's shoulder in horror, and nervously looked up and down: "Why did you come out so early? The paper was torn, or did you meet Li Shi? "
Jing Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and broke away from his hand, motioning him to cook first.
Li Zhou randomly ordered a few dishes, and sat opposite Jing Ci with the plate: "What's the matter? Don't tell me I'm not at ease."
"It's nothing," Jing Ci looked at him with a funny face, and took a mouthful of rice with the spoon: "I'll hand in the paper after I finish the answer."
Li Zhou confirmed in disbelief: "Finished? Are all the questions empty?"
The more he thought about it, the more unreliable he felt: "You really didn't hand in a blank paper this time?"
"No," Jing Ci swallowed the rice in his mouth, and stuffed the spoon into Li Zhou's hand: "Hurry up and eat, I have answered all the questions, and if there are no accidents, I will definitely be in the top three hundred."
Li Zhou was relieved, and heaved a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death."
After the two of them ate, they went straight back to the classroom.
Because of the exam, the tables in Class 7 were all separated from each other. Even the front and back tables of the same table were quite far away from each other.
Jing Ci's seat was full of people. As soon as he entered, the students of Class 7 surrounded him like birds homing to their nests.
The study committee member is a very beautiful girl named Chen Miaomiao. With great strength, she pushed everyone away and took the most favorable position next to Jing Ci, and asked excitedly, "How is it? How did you do in the exam?"
Chen Miaomiao is usually very concerned about her studies, but perhaps she didn't find the right method, and her grades were always failing.
During this period of time, she came to Jing Ci to ask many questions, and she has successfully turned into Jing Ci's fan girl.
Jing Ji recalled the test paper and smiled: "It's pretty good, it's no problem to get into the top three hundred."
"Ahhh!" Chen Miaomiao excitedly held Jing Ci's hand and shook it desperately: "Jing Ci! Our seventh class depends on you! If you don't fight for steamed buns, you must work hard!"
As soon as Yingjiao entered the door, he saw such a scene, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.
He Porridge and Zheng Que at the back looked at each other, their hearts aroused.
Yingjiao usually has a good temper and doesn't get angry easily. But once a fire started, it would be a catastrophe, and no one could hold it back.
He Porridge swallowed dryly, looking for something to say, trying to divert Yingjiao's attention: "Then what... Brother Jiao, where should we go for the end of the month holiday?"
He held Yingjiao's arm tremblingly, and forced a smile: "How about going to 1982 all night? It just so happens that Lao Zheng's birthday is approaching, so let him pass it in advance."
Ying Jiao stared fixedly at Jing Ci and Chen Miaomiao's handshake. After a while, he snorted, pushed He Porridge away, and walked straight over.
As soon as he came over, the chattering classmates around Jing Ci instantly fell silent. With a bang in the next second, he scatter back to his seat like birds and beasts.
Only Chen Miaomiao was too excited to react, still holding Jing Ci's hand foolishly.
Yingjiao looked at her calmly, and said calmly, "You are so excited for the math test this afternoon, it seems that you will pass this time."
Yingjiao's mind is really vicious, and he specifically pokes at other people's pain points.
Chen Miaomiao's mathematics is always difficult, and she has never passed it. No matter how many famous teachers are invited to make up lessons, it is useless.
Chen Miaomiao's smile disappeared instantly, she gave Yingjiao a hard look, let go of Jing Ci, and ran away angrily.
From now on, Jing Ci is her only male god!
This cruel-mouthed person was removed from the list of male gods by her!
Angrily running away from Chen Miaomiao, Yingjiao turned to Jing Ci, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him to his side with a cold face.
"What are you doing?" Before Jing Ji could react, he struggled subconsciously: "Let me go."
Yingjiao sneered: "Smile is so sweet... Is it so happy to be shaken by a girl?"
Jing Ji's cheeks were slightly red, and he raised his eyes to refute him: "I didn't, so don't talk nonsense."
Yingjiao ignored him.
He raised his hand that Chen Miaomiao had held, and covered it expressionlessly. Looking into Jing Ci's eyes, slowly and very hard, she squeezed her fingers into his, and interlocked with his fingers.
"You..." Jing Ji shook the tightly clasped hands of the two, shy and angry: "Let go of me..."
Yingjiao sneered, and glanced in Chen Miaomiao's direction angrily: "What? She can hold it, but I can't?"
Jing Ci was in a hurry: "No..."
"Then why are you moving?" Yingjiao raised a long leg, hooked a stool and sat next to Jing Ci, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Be honest."
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