Jing Ci walked to the end of the corridor and was about to turn a corner when someone grabbed him by the collar of his back.
He turned his head, and Yingjiao was looking at him with raised eyebrows: "Little classmate, awesome, don't you say hello when you see your deskmate?"
Jing Ci was suffering from a headache, impatient to flirt with him, so he knocked off his hand, straightened his collar, and was about to move on.
"What's the matter?" Yingjiao walked beside him, saw that his expression was not right, stepped in front of him, and stood in front of him for a closer look.
Could it be that he failed the exam
The winner didn't ask directly, for fear of provoking him, he purposely teased and said, "Have you been bullied again?"
"No." Jing Ji's head was swollen and he didn't want to talk, so he said vaguely, "It's just a little uncomfortable."
After meeting Qiao Anyan this time, his headache was worse than last time.
"Have a cold?" Yingjiao raised his hand to touch his forehead, and felt it carefully: "It's not hot, are you bored in the classroom?"
"maybe."
I don't know if it was his illusion, but Jing Ci always felt that after Yingjiao touched him, his aching head felt much more comfortable.
"Then why don't you go back first, let's hang out with you outside?"
Jing Ci shook his head: "It's going to be the end of the month holiday, and the teacher will go over and assign homework later." After a pause, he added: "I'm fine, I'm much better now."
Yingjiao saw that he persisted, but had no choice but to accompany him to continue walking.
The two walked around the second teaching building and walked to the small flower bed.
After the exam, the students rushed to the classroom anxiously, preparing for the holiday, and there were only the two of them here at the moment.
Yingjiao's footsteps stopped suddenly, and under Jing Ci's puzzled eyes, he reached out and grabbed the front of the school uniform.
Jing Ci was taken aback by him: "What are you doing?"
Yingjiao didn't say a word, took off his school uniform and threw it on Jing Ci: "Help me take it..."
"Fuck, back a little, it's stained with dirty things." He took off the white T-shirt inside cursingly, "I wanted to take it off a long time ago, it made me feel uncomfortable."
Before Jing Ji could react, the upper body of the person in front of him was already naked.
The boy is tall and straight, because he often exercises, his body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, and his body lines are beautiful and smooth. Six-pack abs are looming on the tight belly.
Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, forgetting to take care of his school uniform, and quickly turned his head away.
Yingjiao chuckled, reached out and took the school uniform covering him, and put it on in a vacuum: "How is it, how is your figure?"
Jing Ci pursed his lips without answering, and walked forward.
"Hey, my little classmate, I'm talking to you." Yingjiao chased after him relentlessly, holding back a smile: "It's reasonable, no matter how many people want to see it, you won't be able to see it. What happened to the review?"
Jing Ji stared at him without saying a word: "I don't want to see it either."
"Then did you see it?"
Yingjiao roguely stood in front of Jing Ci, while walking backwards, he asked forcefully, "Tell me, is it all right?"
Jing Ci was a little embarrassed, but Yingjiao kept asking.
He frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Get out of the way."
Yingjiao didn't hide, but grabbed Jing Ci's wrist, took a few steps back, and pulled him into his arms vigorously.
"Tsk tsk tsk, little classmate, if you want to touch it, just say it, it's not that you are not allowed to touch it." Yingjiao's nasty voice came from above his head: "Why do you have to make such a detour?"
"Who wants to touch it!" Jing Ji was so angry that his teeth were itchy, he couldn't even feel the headache, so he stretched out his hand to push him: "Crazy!"
After finishing speaking, he bypassed Yingjiao and walked quickly to the classroom.
Seeing that the little pervert changed from his previous depression, he became as high-spirited as a little rooster. Yingjiao chuckled and followed.
Should I forget about the exam now
Provincial Experiment is worthy of being a key high school. Although there were two days off, the teachers of each subject refused to let the students relax at all. The papers were handed out one by one. Soon, there was a pile of papers on Jing Ci's desk.
He carefully put away all the papers, put them neatly in the folder, and stuffed them into the schoolbag.
Teacher Liu repeatedly emphasized the precautions on the podium: "Don't run or make noise when you go out, and watch carefully when crossing the road. On Monday morning, you must come to morning self-study on time. Saturday is also a holiday for the senior year, and the dormitory will not be open tonight. When the third year of high school comes back, students who want to come back for self-study early can come back with them."
Seeing that everyone was eager to go home, Teacher Liu didn't say too much, and emphasized the need to pay attention to safety, so he let them go.
Jing Ci has already found the address of Yuan's home through the records in the mobile phone, and checked the route home.
Teacher Liu said that after school, he went straight to the bus at the school gate.
The seventh class is considered to be released relatively early, so there are not many people on the bus at this moment.
Jing Ci found a seat near the door and sat down, holding his schoolbag, thinking about how to behave later.
He really didn't have experience with his parents, even if the relationship between the original body and his father didn't seem to be very good, he didn't know how to deal with it.
What about being cared about? Want to say thank you? Will it appear too polite
What if I ask about test scores? Should I answer honestly or imitate the performance of the original body
Along the way, Jing Ci was thinking about things, feeling ups and downs, but vaguely looking forward to it.
The Jing family was not far from the provincial experiment, and soon, Jing Ci walked into a neighborhood that looked very nice.
The Jing family lived on the seventh floor, and Jing Ci stood in front of the anti-theft door with the word "Fu", took a deep breath, and knocked on the door just now.
After wearing it for more than a month, he has figured out everything about the original body. Jing Ci searched for it several times, but he couldn't find the key to the Jing family, that is to say, Yuan Shen didn't have the key to the house.
"Who is it?" After a few seconds, the door opened a small crack from the inside, and an impatient female voice came: "What..."
Her eyes fell on Jing Ci, and the following words came to an abrupt end.
"Who?" A middle-aged man came over with a glass of water. Although he was no longer young, he could still see the handsomeness of his youth. When he saw Jing Ci, he frowned: "Why are you back?"
Before Jing Ci could speak, he crackled and began to reprimand: "Didn't I tell you not to go home if you have nothing to do? What's the matter? Ask for money? Or was it driven back by the teacher?"
Jing Ci pursed his lips, the nervousness and worry at the beginning had long since disappeared, he looked up at Father Jing: "The school is on a month-end holiday."
Father Jing didn't believe it: "It's the beginning of November, what kind of end-of-month holiday are you taking?"
Speaking of this, he just remembered that Jing Ci didn't come home at the end of last month.
Jing Ci explained lightly: "Because of the midterm exam, I was late for a few days."
Father Jing looked him up and down a few times, and barely discerned that he didn't look like he was lying, so he pushed his wife Zhao Jinfeng: "Let him in."
Zhao Jinfeng rolled his eyes, reluctantly stepped aside, and when he closed the door, he slammed the door with a bang.
"Okay, hurry up and stay in your room when you come back!" Father Jing saw Jing Ci impatiently.
His ex-wife cheated on him, which made him displeased even with his eldest son.
What's more, this son is still rebellious and doesn't learn well, it will only embarrass him.
Father Jing looked at him warningly: "Don't come out to disturb Miaomiao's study if you have nothing to do, do you hear me?"
Jing Miao is Jing Ci's half-brother, three years younger than Jing Ci, and is currently studying in the first year of the Provincial Experimental Junior High School.
Unlike the original one who spent money and was stuffed in, Jing Miao was admitted based on her own strength. Although I only entered a parallel class, I took the exam myself.
Father Jing likes this well-educated and well-behaved young son very much. Every day in the company, Jing Miao is the one he talks about. So many people don't know that he still has a son named Jing Ci.
The reason why he was willing to spend money to let Jing Ci go to the province to experiment was not to create a good learning environment for him, but to get angry with Jing Ci's biological mother.
He just wanted to let Jing's mother see that it was also his son, and under the same conditions, other people's sons were much better than hers.
The thing she gave birth to that was so muddy that it couldn't support the wall, even if it was sent to a good school with money, it couldn't learn well.
Jing Miao was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Hearing Father Jing's words, he looked up at Jing Ci while eating an orange, with provocative and complacent eyes.
"I see." Over the years, he has encountered many times with white eyes and contempt for Jing Ci, and he doesn't care about Jing Miao. He changed his shoes calmly and walked inside with his schoolbag on his back.
Father Jing faintly felt that the eldest son's temper had improved, but he didn't care about it, only thinking that he had occasional convulsions.
He stared at Jing Ji, lest he do something inappropriate. Seeing Jing Ci's footsteps turned, he immediately yelled, "What are you doing? Where are you going if you don't go back to your room?"
Jing Ci looked back at him with indifferent eyes: "Go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I haven't eaten yet."
Father Jing choked, since Jing Ci came home until now, he has never thought about this question.
In order to hide his embarrassment, he turned to Zhao Jinfeng and said loudly, "Go get him something to eat!"
Zhao Jinfeng sat beside Jing Miao without moving a muscle, slowly peeling oranges for him: "I'm busy right now, let him do it himself."
Father Jing frowned, and wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on his youngest son, who looked exactly like him, and he still didn't say anything.
On the cooking table in the kitchen, there were leftovers from the night. Jing Ci picked out a relatively large amount of stewed pork ribs with potatoes and warmed it up. He ate two bowls of cold rice in the rice cooker.
After washing the pots and bowls and chopsticks I used, I went back to my room.
Zhao Jinfeng looked at Jing Ci strangely, when did this little bastard become so sensible
But that's good too, she doesn't want to wash the bowls he used, she thinks it's dirty.
Yuanzheng's room was on the back side, the lighting was not very good, and the space was not big. There was only a bed and a wardrobe, which filled the space, and he had to walk sideways, without even a desk.
Jing Ci simply tidied up the room, wiped the floor clean, changed into pajamas, sat on the floor, put the book on the bed and started to do homework.
His favorite subject is mathematics, so the first thing he does is mathematics papers.
The papers usually handed out are much simpler than the exams. It only took more than half an hour for Jing Ci to finish a math paper.
The bed in the room was very low, and Jing Ci had to cross his legs and shrink his body when writing.
After half an hour, his whole body was numb.
Jing Ci put down his pen, rubbed his sore neck, stood up and was about to stretch his body, when the phone suddenly vibrated.
He lowered his eyes, and several messages popped up on the screen—
[Jiao]: Little classmate, what are you doing
[Jiao]: Are you still uncomfortable
[Jiao]: Have you eaten yet
Jing Ci was startled.
Today, he saw his family, but Yingjiao was the only one who asked him if he had eaten.
The author has something to say: small theater, winning pride: the hard work of the past seventeen years is for today's take off.