"Hey, little classmate," Yingjiao suddenly came over and looked at him with a light smile: "Happy?"
The smile on Jing Ci's lips was too late to take back.
"Brother helped you bully me back." Yingjiao leaned lazily on the chair, with his right elbow slanted behind him, with a smile on his face: "Are you venting your anger?"
Jing Ci pursed her lips and lowered her eyes: "I'm not angry."
Zheng Que's ears were sharp, and when he heard his words, he interjected, "Jing Ci, your temper is too good now, if you change the person in today's matter, why don't you put the paper on Zhang Jing's face?"
"That's not it," He Porridge came over and said with a smile, "You don't know, Brother Jiao is killing everyone in the examination room today, not to mention Zhang Jing, even Feng Datu can't stand it."
He Porridge laughed so much that his whole body was shaking: "I will never forget Feng Datu's expression at that time, hahahahaha, he even read the content of the note twice! Hahahaha."
Peng Chengcheng smiled: "Feng Datu can be regarded as an innocent disaster."
Yingjiao sneered when he heard the words: "They are all pheasants, so why are they divided into cages?"
Feng Datu is not a good guy, he was the one who said that the little pervert had bad morals in the office that day.
At this moment, Peng Chengcheng couldn't help laughing, and the classroom in Class 7 was filled with joy.
The corners of Jing Ci's lips were slightly raised, and meeting Shang Yingjiao's gaze, he whispered, "Thank you."
Yingjiao's heart itch from his laughter, he raised his hand, subconsciously wanting to rub Jing Ci's hair.
Jing Ci quickly avoided.
Yingjiao remembered his problem of not being able to touch his head, he ground his teeth lightly, and lied without changing his face: "Don't move, there is a piece of confetti on your head."
"Where?" Jing Ji quickly stretched out his hand and snored on his head, his soft hair curled up with his movements, trembling very cutely.
"It's not there," Yingjiao pretended to point twice, and then stretched out his hand to Jing Ci's head: "Let you fool around, it's over..."
He put his palm on the top of Jing Ci's head, and rubbed it hard twice for selfishness.
Jing Ci was puzzled: "Haven't you dropped it yet?"
Yingjiao glanced at him, snorted and said, "It's not you messing around."
Jing Ji heard the words and dared not move again.
Facing Yingjiao, he put his hands on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and waited obediently for him to help him remove the confetti.
Yingjiao's slender fingers ran through Jing Ci's hair, and he had enough of it, so he reluctantly put down his hand and pretended to throw it away: "Okay."
"Thank you." Jing Ji thanked him, then turned to continue working on the question.
He Porridge gave Yingjiao a contemptuous look, and said in a low voice, "Hey... Shameless."
Zheng Que has already covered his eyes: "My brother Jiao... is this finally stepping down from the altar? Very good, very good."
Yingjiao rubbed his fingers lightly, and lay down contentedly to sleep.
On the second day, the exams were comprehensive science and English.
He has already taken two exams, which is enough for Jing Ci to figure out the difficulty of this exam.
Before going to the examination room, he deliberately said to Li Zhou: "I will come out early at noon, and then I will help you pack the food together. Then you can come to the cafeteria to find me."
"No, no, no." Li Zhou quickly shook his head and declined, "There's no rush for cooking, you should take the exam well."
"I have a sense of proportion." Jing Ci put his schoolbag on his back and said, "That's the deal."
After speaking, he walked out of the classroom directly.
Leaving Li Zhou alone in the seat was tangled up.
For a while, I am happy that my friend treats me well, but for a while I am afraid that he will fail in the exam because of a small loss.
After dawdling for a few minutes, it was not until the students who came to take the exam in the first year of senior high school that they all entered the classroom, and then went to the exam room painfully and happily.
As Jing Ci expected, it was really not difficult to reason comprehensively. In less than two hours, he answered all the questions and even checked them.
There was really nothing to do, he walked out of the examination room under the contemptuous eyes of the invigilator.
The two teachers who invigilated the exam this time were the head teachers of the parallel class of the second year of high school, and they also knew that the last exam room was basically the students of class seven.
A teacher casually put Jing Ci's paper on the podium, and said in a low voice, "It's really not easy for Lao Liu, among other things, I can't teach these students in class seven."
Another teacher laughed and said, "No, it's a good thing that Liu has a good physique, and he looks like he can bluff people. Although our classes are not as good as the supernormal class and the key class, at least occasionally someone will enter the top 200 …”
He paused, then shook his head: "It's not like Lao Liu, who won all the bottom students in the whole grade."
"Who said it wasn't." The teacher who spoke first sighed, and looked at Jing Ci's back: "I handed in the paper so early, what kind of answer should I get on the paper?"
Another teacher said: "Forget it, it's none of our business. I heard some movement in the North Row. I'll go and have a look."
At noon, Li Zhou found Jing Ci at the most prominent place in the cafeteria.
"Are you done eating?" Li Zhou held up the spoon and looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: "What time did you come out?"
Jing Ci calculated the time: "It's about eleven o'clock."
"Fuck!" Li Zhou couldn't help but swear, he threw the spoon into the dinner plate, made a bang, stopped eating, pinched Jing Ci's shoulder and shook wildly: "Did you hand in a blank paper again? !is not it?!"
"Day! Jing Ci, I am at odds with you!"
Seeing that the eyes of the people around him were not right, Jing Ji quickly pushed him down: "No, I really didn't hand in the blank paper."
Li Zhou didn't believe it: "Then why are you so fast?"
Jing Ci said indifferently: "Come out after answering."
The questions are really not difficult for him. Many of the questions can be answered at a glance, and he doesn't even need to calculate on paper.
It was really hard for Li Zhou to imagine finishing the synthesis within two hours. He analyzed it in his heart with difficulty, and finally understood this sentence automatically: Jing Ci answered everything he could do, but he couldn't do it. There was really no other way, so I had to give up.
Li Zhou looked at Jing Ci with tears in his eyes, blaming him for trusting his buddies too much.
Seeing that Jing Ci has no hope of getting into the top 300 in this exam, is he really going to compete with Feng Datu for the trumpet
The more Li Zhou thought about it, the more sad he became, he couldn't even eat the meat anymore.
As soon as he got back to the classroom, he lay down on the table listlessly, no matter how flirtatious his deskmate Zheng Que was.
Just as Zheng Que wanted to ask him what was wrong, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Teacher Liu came in from outside with a dark face.
"Yingjiao, come out for me!"
Teacher Liu's child had a fever yesterday, so he asked for leave in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, when he came to school early in the morning, there was such a surprise waiting for him.
Yingjiao clicked his tongue impatiently, and lazily raised his head from the table: "Is that okay, you won't even be allowed to take a nap in the afternoon, who will be to blame if you fail the exam in the afternoon?"
Teacher Liu glared at him, but ignored him.
Yingjiao grew up in England. Due to various reasons, he often flies between China and Britain. English is like his mother tongue.
Did you fail the English test because you didn't take a nap? fart!
"Tell me, why are you bullying Teacher Zhang?" Teacher Liu closed the door of the classroom and asked, "Do you know that Teacher Zhang cried yesterday!"
"Crying?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is the psychological quality so poor?"
Teacher Liu had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and almost choked up internal injuries: "Don't flirt! Be serious! Why?!"
Yingjiao put away the expression on his face, and said sternly: "I reasonably suspect that Mr. Zhang used improper means to interfere with the legitimate competition between classes."
Teacher Liu picked out his ears in disbelief: "What did you say?"
Yingjiao told what Zhang Jing did to Jing Ci, and finally said: "Isn't this a blatant abuse of the teacher's power to interfere with the exams of other students in the class?"
What? Did Zhang Jing draw the Jingci paper
Teacher Liu really doesn't know about this.
He was brainwashed by Yingjiao, and almost said a good job, but luckily he realized it before he blurted it out, and changed his words: "Then you can't scold the teacher!"
"When did I scold the teacher?" Yingjiao spread his hands, looking innocent: "How do I know she will pick it up and look at it?"
Mr. Liu couldn't say no to him, and he was also angry with Zhang Jing, so he waved his hands with a black face: "Okay, okay, don't play this game with me, I still don't know what virtue you are? Don't make an example."
Yingjiao nodded dispensably.
"Also," Teacher Liu said again: "Jing Ci has been studying very seriously recently, so don't have nothing to tease him, do you hear me?"
Yingjiao chuckled.
Neither agreed nor refused.
The last test was English, and Jing Ci finished answering the questions in a leisurely manner, checked it again as usual, put away the test paper, and sat quietly in his seat.
This time, he did not hand in the paper in advance.
There will be a month-end holiday tomorrow, a total of two days, and the cafeteria will not be open tonight.
The duration of the English test in the first year of senior high school is the same as that of the second year of high school, so even if he handed in the papers in advance, he would not be able to enter the classroom.
Perhaps because of the imminent holiday, the people in the last examination room were very excited, and the invigilator almost couldn't control it. When the bell for the end of the exam finally rang, both the teacher and the students breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Ci didn't like to squeeze with others, and waited until everyone had left the classroom before picking up their schoolbags and going out. As soon as he stepped out the door, he saw Yingjiao facing him, standing in the corridor with one hand in his pocket.
His school uniform coat was open, and the white T inside was wet and dripping. A man stood opposite him, desperately apologizing to him.
Because the man's back was facing Jing Ji, Jing Ji didn't recognize who he was at first, until he opened his mouth to speak, Jing Ji realized that it was Qiao Anyan.
Is there finally an intersection between the two protagonists
Yingjiao heard the movement and raised his eyes to look over.
Looking at each other, Jing Ci looked away expressionlessly, turned around and left.
That's not bad, maybe Yingjiao's attention will be attracted by Qiao Anyan, and he will be able to stay away from the plot.
He rubbed his aching temples, and his pace became faster and faster.
"Hey you..." Ying Jiao was waiting for Jingci here, who knew that this little pervert saw him, as if he hadn't seen him, and left directly.
Yingjiao grinds his teeth lightly, he really needs to clean up...
He raised his foot to chase after him, but was stopped by Qiao Anyan.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Qiao Anyan blushed and tied his hands uneasily, wanting to touch Yingjiao's T-shirt but didn't dare: "Can I wash the clothes for you? You, who are you?" Worker? I'll send it to you when it's done washing."
Yingjiao looked down at the large water stain on his body, and frowned when he thought that the water was drunk by the person in front of him.
"no need."
He doesn't like strangers touching his stuff.
Yingjiao bypassed Qiao Anyan, and just took two steps forward when someone grabbed the corner of his clothes from behind.
"It's all my fault, let me wash it for you." Qiao Anyan looked at Yingjiao timidly, and kept apologizing: "Otherwise I will be uneasy..."
The feeling of the wet T-shirt sticking to his body made Yingjiao's arms densely covered with goose bumps. He lowered his eyes, looked at Qiao Anyan holding his hand, and said indifferently, "Let go."
Qiao Anyan kept shaking his head, and said stubbornly: "It's all my fault, I..."
"I let you go."
"No, I'll wash it for you..."
"Get out!" Yingjiao turned cold.
Qiao Anyan trembled from his fright, and unconsciously let go.
Yingjiao sneered, seeing that Jingci's back was so pale that he could hardly see him, without even looking at Qiao Anyan, he strode forward to chase after him.