Jing Ci was the focus of the whole class, but after Ying Jiao made such a move, almost everyone's eyes in the classroom were glued to the two of them.
The boys in the back row frantically slapped the table, whistled and booed.
The girls also gathered together and bit their ears, looking at the two with piercing eyes.
Jing Ci's cheeks were hot, he was embarrassed and shy at the same time, he stared at Yingjiao fiercely: "Let me go!"
Yingjiao snorted and laughed: "What's the matter? Didn't you say you can hold it?"
Jing Ci immediately retorted: "I didn't!"
He Porridge looked at it tremblingly for a long time, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and carefully pulled Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ci has an exam this afternoon."
Yingjiao gave him a cold look: "I won't take the exam?"
Can it be the same
Before He Porridge could say this, Zheng Que said from the side: "Yes, yes, Brother Jiao, let's talk about something after the exam. Jing Ci was bullied by the old witch today..."
Yingjiao looked at him suddenly: "Who?"
Zheng Que honestly told the scene that happened in the morning, and said again: "You don't even know, if Jing Ci didn't hide quickly, half of the papers would be useless."
"It's really promising." Yingjiao's right hand slightly exerted force, and he looked at Jing Ci indifferently: "What did I say this morning? You won't make a sound when you are bullied?"
He gritted his teeth lightly: "I will work hard with me."
"It's nothing." Jing Ci struggled for a while, but seeing that he couldn't break free, he simply stopped moving. When mentioning Zhang Jing, his tone remained calm: "After the results come out, use the results to speak."
"You are generous." Yingjiao sneered, squeezed Jing Ci's hand firmly with his fingers, and let go.
"There will be another time..." He said vaguely: "See how I deal with you."
Jing Ci didn't understand what he meant, and didn't bother to delve into it. After Yingjiao let go, he shook his tingling fingers and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.
The test in the afternoon was mathematics. The invigilator in Jingci's test room this time was not Zhang Jing, but two male teachers.
After getting the test paper, as usual, Jing Ji wrote the name of the class first, and then began to browse the questions.
The test paper is not difficult, it can even be called easy for Jing Ci.
Jing Ci picked up the pen and began to answer the questions with confidence.
Coincidentally, Zhang Jing happened to be the invigilator in Yingjiao's examination room this time.
Zhang Jing still used the same rhetoric—
"Give me the exam honestly! If I find out that there is cheating, the serious demerit will be taken lightly!"
"If you don't work hard at ordinary times, what's the use of working hard during the exam!"
He Porridge and Yingjiao are in the same examination room, and as soon as Zhang Jing appeared, he screamed in his heart that it was not good.
At noon, Yingjiao's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot when he heard what Zhang Jing was doing about Jing Ci.
He Porridge was still thinking at the time, fortunately they usually don't meet the old hag Zhang Jing. It never occurred to them that people are not as good as heaven, and it was such a coincidence that Zhang Jing became their invigilator.
Watching Zhang Jing bowing her head and counting the test papers, He Porridge stooped and slipped quietly to Yingjiao's side, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Brother Jiao, take it easy."
Yingjiao looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.
"What are you doing, that student?" He Porridge was fat and broad, and his goal was very obvious. Zhang Jing's sharp eyes saw him at a glance, and she was furious: "Do you still want to take the exam? If you don't want to take the exam, get out!"
He Porridge gave her a cold look, walked back to his seat, and pulled the chair away vigorously. He moved too much, and the table he moved moved, and the legs of the table rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.
"Who are you throwing for?" Zhang Jing immediately looked at him like a fighting cock: "Which class are you in? What attitude!"
He Porridge narrowed his swollen eyes and looked up at her: "What's the matter, class seven?"
Zhang Jing sneered: "Why don't you know how to pull a chair?"
He Porridge grinned: "Yeah, why don't I get up, teacher, you can pull me up and set a demonstration?"
"You!" Zhang Jing was so angry that her face flushed, pointing at He Porridge, just about to yell at him, the male teacher who was invigilating the exam with her came over: "Forget it, Teacher Zhang, it's time for the exam."
Zhang Jing didn't want to bear it at first, but thinking about it again, many of the students in Class 7 are from very well-off families, so it's okay to say a few words at ordinary times.
She gave He Porridge an angry look, and reluctantly walked back to the podium.
Yingjiao's Class 7 in the examination room occupied a lot of people. These people looked at the math papers as if they were reading a bible. After filling out the multiple choice questions randomly, they picked out a few simple questions and wrote them down, then fell asleep on the table.
The atmosphere in the examination room was very peaceful.
Zhang Jing sat on the podium and stared at the bottom, not relaxing for a second.
Yingjiao raised his eyes and glanced at her, tore off a small piece of paper from the draft paper, bit off the cap of the pen, wrote a few words on it, rolled it into a ball, and threw it slowly into the aisle.
Zhang Jing stood up suddenly, feeling that she had finally caught the cheater, stepped on her high heels arrogantly and walked over, bent down and picked up the little note.
The corners of Yingjiao's mouth twitched slightly.
He Porridge, who was obliquely behind him, had already seen his movements, and was in a hurry.
I wondered in my heart, is Brother Jiao stupid, he laughed when he was caught cheating.
Is this the time to laugh? !
Shouldn't he rush forward and grab the note first before talking? !
He Porridge was running around in a hurry, but Zhang Jing was full of ambition.
Finally caught a typical example, these poor students are used to, if I met her earlier, I would guarantee to tidy up these poor students in a docile manner.
As Zhang Jing thought about it, she unfolded the ball of paper.
Then the next second, her face turned green.
The note was not crumpled particularly tightly, and there were not many wrinkles on it. On the white and smooth paper, five large characters were written with a black water-based pen: whoever looks is an idiot.
Zhang Jing was so angry that her face turned pale and her whole body trembled.
"You..." She pointed at Yingjiao, her lips were trembling and she couldn't utter a word.
The male teacher who was invigilating the exam with her also came over when she saw this.
"What's wrong? Are you really cheating? Hey, Mr. Zhang, don't..." The following words came to an abrupt end when they saw the contents of the note.
He looked at Yingjiao with a complicated expression, but was also speechless.
"You..." Zhang Jing finally got over her breath, and asked Yingjiao angrily: "Which class are you in? What's your name? Stand up for me!"
Yingjiao sat motionless on the chair and looked at Zhang Jing with a smile: "Senior Class 27, Yingjiao. What's wrong? It's okay, I'm going to continue the exam."
Zhang Jing almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. She patted the note on Yingjiao's desk with shaking hands, and shouted hoarsely: "Is this yours? Isn't it?!"
"Yes." Yingjiao continued to smile: "Teacher, I didn't cheat."
Yes! I didn't cheat, but I scolded her!
Zhang Jing stretched out her hand to grab Yingjiao: "You, you get out!"
Yingjiao dodged to avoid her hand, raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
What else did Zhang Jing want to say, the door of the examination room was suddenly pushed open, and Feng Mao walked in with a few teachers.
When he was patrolling the examination room, he heard Zhang Jing's roar from a long distance: "What happened?"
"Director!" Zhang Jing suddenly ran towards Feng Mao as if she had found a backer, and handed him the note: "Look! Look! The students in Class 7 are all in the examination room What are you doing?!"
"Okay, you got caught cheating, right?" Feng Mao took the note and glanced down with a sneer, "Let me see what was written on the note..."
Without waiting for Zhang Jing to stop him, he squinted his eyes and read out slowly: "Whoever looks is an idiot..."
"Who sees who is an idiot?!"
Feng Mao's face also turned green.
For a while, needles could be heard in the classroom.
Immediately afterwards, uncontrollable laughter rang out from all directions, and the teachers following Feng Mao couldn't help but turn their heads and hold back their laughter.
He Porridge blushed while suppressing a smile, and gave Yingjiao a thumbs up sincerely.
Sao is still arrogant.
"Whose is it?! Whose is this?!" Feng Mao gritted his teeth: "Stand up for me! I..."
"Mine, what's wrong?" Yingjiao stood up, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Did I cheat?"
The moment Feng Mao saw his face, his eyelids twitched.
Why is it him again? !
Why is it still him? !
Why is it always him? !
Zhang Jing kept nagging in her ears: "Such students must be punished! What, what is the exam..."
Feng Mao was so annoyed that he wanted to slap her backhand!
It's fine if you see it yourself, and show him the note!
Isn't this trying to trick him? !
Feng Mao took a deep breath and looked at Yingjiao: "You... come out and play."
"I haven't finished the paper yet," Yingjiao leaned lazily against the wall: "What if I can't finish it and lower the average score of our class?"
Feng Maoxin said, as far as the average score of your class is still lowered!
But he was always inexplicably timid towards Shang Yingjiao, he hesitated for a few seconds, and under Zhang Jing's unbelievable eyes, he put the matter down gently: "Okay, then you take the exam well, don't do these little tricks again It's over. But this matter is not over, I will tell your class teacher!"
After finishing speaking, as if being kicked out by a dog, he turned and left.
Yingjiao sat down calmly, twirling the pen leisurely with his right hand, met Zhang Jing's angry eyes, gave her a provocative smile, and made Zhang Jing fall on his back in anger.
"Hahahahahaha you didn't see that Zhang Jing's face was green at that time, how did she sing that song? 'I heard raindrops falling on the green grass', it was like green grass, hahahahaha."
He Porridge couldn't hide his words, and when he returned to the classroom after the exam, he told Zheng Que and the others about it.
"Hahahahahahaha, damn it, it's too flamboyant, so flirty." Zheng Que held his stomach and hiccupped from laughing: "Zhang Jing must have been so angry that her lungs exploded, hahahahaha, amazing."
Peng Chengcheng couldn't hold back anymore, he grinned wildly.
After the rest of Class 7 heard about it, they also laughed wildly.
Jing Ci was quietly working on the question in his seat, but when he heard Yingjiao's coquettish operation, and thought of him lazily throwing the note, the corners of his lips curled up slightly unconsciously.
The author has something to say: small theater, win pride: the fish is really easy to catch.