Originally, if this matter had been changed, it would have been a joke or a few jokes and it would have passed.
However, Chen Miaomiao is a single-minded girl, and she is still a little afraid of being arrogant.
After hearing Yingjiao's words, before his brain could react, his body had already subconsciously moved—
She turned her head and walked to the door of the classroom, mechanically repeating loudly to the outside: "Jing Ci is on Brother Jiao's lap, there is no time to go out!"
When this sound came out, everything was quiet.
The air seemed to be frozen. No matter whether they were playing cards, playing games, or chatting, Class 7 looked at Yingjiao and Jingci like a sunflower that had found the sun.
Even the people in the corridor stopped and looked into the classroom of Class Seven.
After a brief silence, the seventh squadron exploded with a bang.
The boys frantically slapped the table and whistled, while the girls screamed, clutching their chests, so loud that the ceiling almost fell over.
The girl holding the love letter froze, then crumpled the love letter into a ball, stuffed it into her pocket, turned around and ran away quickly.
Jing Ci straightened up abruptly, with his rumpled hair on his head, he looked at Yingjiao in disbelief: "Are you crazy?!"
"What are you crazy about?" Yingjiao leaned lazily on the chair, pursed his lips, and hypocritically said: "Aren't I doing this for your own good, otherwise how would you get rid of that girl?"
"But..." Jing Ji faintly felt that something was wrong, but he could solve complex math problems, but he had no experience with these twists and turns, he lowered his eyes unnaturally, and stretched out his hand to straighten his hair: "You can't say that. "
"It's okay," Yingjiao just took advantage of it, and was content with it, and flickered Jingci: "We two boys, what's wrong with sitting on one lap, isn't this a normal thing?"
Jing Ci's movements paused, and he raised his head to emphasize word by word: "I didn't sit on your lap."
"Just to make an analogy," Yingjiao chuckled, "Really, it's very normal." He waved at He Congee, beckoning him to come over: "If you don't believe me, ask He Congee?"
"Ah...hahaha," He Porridge laughed dryly, and nodded with difficulty under Yingjiao's death threat: "It's normal, it's normal, boys, it's normal to take off your pants and masturbate together."
Jing Ji had never seen such a battle before, he felt embarrassed at first, but now that He Porridge said that, his face immediately turned red.
Yingjiao frowned and looked at He Porridge, dissatisfied: "Are you wretched? What are you talking about?"
He Congee: "..."
He Porridge was so angry that his seven orifices smoked, and he pointed at the tip of his nose: "I'm wretched?"
Who is he brazenly saying this for? !
The river has not yet crossed, and the bridge is in a hurry to be demolished! He Porridge was so angry that he threw up his sleeves and left.
Yingjiao turned to Jing Ci, and continued to fool around shamelessly: "See, everyone thinks it's nothing."
Jing Ji didn't have any particularly close friends, so he believed Yingjiao's explanation, and he reluctantly put those questions behind him and nodded.
"I have a few questions for you." Yingjiao took out an exercise book and put it in front of Jing Ci: "The answers are a bit incomprehensible."
Jing Ci's attention was diverted in an instant, and he said seriously: "Which question? Show me."
He didn't notice that the eyes of the other students in Class 7 looking at the two of them were as bright as light bulbs.
And in the corridor, the students from the other classes who listened to it all felt the arrogance of the seventh class in their hearts. Everyone who even yells about sitting on the lap is well known, and it can't be compared.
Jing Ci is very popular in school, and Ying Jiao is not a low-key person. As soon as this story was passed on, it gradually became a thousand miles away from the original version.
At the end, there was another rumor in the provincial experiment: there was something indescribable between the new school bully Jingci and the school bully Yingjiao in the second year of high school.
Since it is following the school bully instead of the school flower, there is a lot of room for imagination.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, there are indeed fewer girls who come to pass love letters to Jing Ci, and those scorching eyes that can burn people on the road are gone.
Jing Ji's life finally returned to calm. At most, when he was with Ying Jiao, he was discussed in private a few times.
But no one dared to force Yingjiao in front of him, so Jing Ji didn't know anything.
After seeing that Yingjiao really started to study, Jing Ci made more detailed notes for him, and sometimes he would write down and tell him what learning materials were suitable for him.
Yingjiao has been around for several years, and it is really not easy for him to sit down and study honestly. Several times, he wanted to drop his pen and leave.
But whenever he thought of the huge gap between himself and Jing Ci, and saw the meticulous and comprehensive notes at hand, he couldn't say the word "give up".
Yingjiao's state caught Mr. Liu's attention. After observing for a few days and found that he was not putting on a show, Mr. Liu was relieved and secretly called Jing Ci out.
First, he praised his performance in this exam, and then asked him if he was suitable for the teacher's lecture progress.
Jing Ci nodded, indicating that everything is fine.
"That..." Thinking of the principal's explanation, Teacher Liu endured the pain in his heart, and said with difficulty: "If you want, you can transfer to the supernormal class."
The provincial experiment is divided into arts and sciences in the first semester of high school, and will be divided into classes at the same time. Once the class is assigned, it will be difficult to transfer to another class.
Jing Ji gave him a special case because his grades in the exam were so good that even the principal was alarmed.
After saying this, Teacher Liu's heart was bleeding. It was not easy for Class 7 to compete, but in the end everyone was robbing him.
But Teacher Liu couldn't do it without notifying Jing Ci.
If Jing Ci can maintain such a result, it is most suitable to go to the supernormal class.
Jing Ci shook his head and refused: "No, I don't want to go."
Jing Ci is a very slow person, and now he has finally integrated into the group of Class Seven, and he doesn't want to change places. What's more, he has basically learned everything the teacher said, and it is more efficient to review it by himself than to listen to it again.
"Well, you can figure it out yourself." Teacher Liu desperately suppressed the upturned lips, and after laughing three times in his heart, he changed the subject: "I think Yingjiao has been studying hard these few days?"
Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, thinking of Yingjiao's performance in the past few days, he said affirmatively, "Yeah."
Teacher Liu asked again: "Did you make the notes he read for him?"
Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."
Teacher Liu was a little worried: "Will it delay your time?"
"No," Jing Ci explained seriously: "When taking notes, I can also check for omissions and fill in the gaps, which is equivalent to reviewing it again."
"That's good, that's good." Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief.
He was always worried that Yingjiao would affect Jing Ci's study, and wanted to move his seat back several times. Now it seems that he was thinking about it.
Yingjiao did not affect Jing Ci, but Jing Ci influenced Yingjiao.
"Then teacher, I would like to ask you one thing." Teacher Liu looked into Jing Ci's eyes and said, "If you have time, please help Yingjiao with your studies."
Teacher Liu has seen Yingjiao's file and knows his grades in junior high school, and always feels that he is a pity. But helplessly, every time he talks to Yingjiao, he will be dragged to other places without a trace.
Now it's hard to see that Yingjiao has the hope of getting better, how can Teacher Liu let it go.
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, and then solemnly promised: "I will."
In the classroom of Class Seven, Zheng Que was holding a bottle of Coke, which was mostly drunk, and was about to sit down after pulling away Jing Ci's chair: "Brother Jiao, we won't be going to the self-study tonight, right?"
Yingjiao stopped him, frowning: "Don't sit down."
"What's the matter?" Zheng Que kept the posture of bowing his waist and hanging his buttocks in the air, and turned his head with a confused face: "Is there something dirty on the chair?"
Yingjiao wrote an answer in the exercise book, and lazily said: "Jing Ci doesn't like others touching his things."
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que stared at him: "Brother Jiao, don't you think you've gone too far recently?"
Yingjiao sneered, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "What happened? Don't look at me from your perspective, you don't understand."
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que was speechless: "Okay, as long as you are happy. Tonight is 1982, do you want to go?"
"No." Yingjiao frowned and looked at the next question. He tried several methods but couldn't solve it. He was restless and replied casually.
"Can't you do it, Brother Jiao," He Porridge walked over, "You are the only one missing, do you have something to do?"
"Yeah." Yingjiao unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip, still thinking about the question in his mind: "You guys go."
He Porridge glanced at the exercise book on his desk, feeling a toothache: "No, are you really going to be a good student?"
After this exam, Yingjiao felt as if he had a convulsion, and suddenly started to study.
At first, He Porridge and the others thought he was just putting on a show, but they didn't expect that he would really persevere as the days passed.
Yingjiao wiped the drops of water from the corner of his lips, and said with a sneer, "What a good student? Don't stamp me blindly."
"Then you are..."
Before he could finish his sentence, He Porridge was pushed aside by Yingjiao.
He Porridge just wanted to protest, but when he turned his head and saw Jing Ci coming in from the outside, he immediately moved out of the way.
"Fuck," Yingjiao still couldn't solve that question after all, he rubbed his temples, cursed and dropped his pen.
Why break a few questions and make it so complicated.
Jing Ji had just been instructed by Teacher Liu, and when he saw this, he turned to him: "Do you have a headache?"
"Yes," Yingjiao leaned lazily on the chair, and looked at him with pursed lips: "Little classmate, what should I do, can you rub it for me?"
Jing Ci had gradually gotten used to his teasing, and ignored him upon hearing this. He lowered his head and took out from his bookshelf, took out a bottle of Fengyoujing and handed it over: "Here."
This was given to him by Li Zhou a few days ago, saying that he saw many students in the supernormal class using it. Worried that Jing Ci would be useful, I bought a bottle along with it.
Yingjiao took it and raised his eyebrows: "How does this thing work?"
He unscrewed the bottle cap, sniffed it under his nose, and immediately frowned: "I'll go, it smells so bad."
"It's not like that," Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled, and instructed him: "Pour it on your fingers, and then apply it on your temples. It is said to be very effective."
"Really?" Hearing this, Yingjiao erected the bottle and then poured it down. He moved too much, and half of the Fengyoujing in the bottle disappeared in one fell swoop. The green liquid flowed down his fingers and spattered to the ground.
Jing Ci was a little distressed: "You have too much, less."
Yingjiao was suffocating in his heart, put the essential oil on the table, and said, "I can't fix it, can you help me?"
Jing Ci looked at the small puddle of liquid on the ground, struggled for a moment, and nodded.
He couldn't bear to waste it, so he didn't pour it from the bottle again, but stretched out a finger and rubbed it on Yingjiao's hand covered with essential oil: "You should be lower."
Yingjiao obediently lowered his head slightly, and very consciously pulled his hair up on his forehead.
Jing Ji carefully painted one temple for him, and then turned to the other.
Yingjiao looked down at his serious appearance, and chuckled lightly: "Hey, little classmate."
"Um?"
"He Porridge asked me to study and go out to play at night."
Jing Ci paused, and looked up at him: "It's not good to skip class." He paused, and added: "You haven't finished your task today."
With Yingjiao's current situation, it is not suitable to follow the teacher. Jing Ji not only explained the knowledge in the textbook to him, but also selected an additional exercise book for him to do. There is a certain amount every day, and I will help him correct it after I finish it.
Find the wrong place and write it down in a notebook, and tell him the key points.
After wiping both temples, Jing Ci stopped, and screwed on the cap of Fengyoujing: "Okay."
Yingjiao looked at him softly: "Thank you little classmate."
Jing Ci took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then said flatly, "You're welcome."
After hesitating for a while, he asked Yingjiao: "Are you really going to skip class?"
"Where is it?" Yingjiao twirled his pen deftly, "Am I that kind of person?"
He raised his eyes to look at He Porridge and Zheng Que, curled his lips, and said angrily: "Did you hear that, our little classmates won't let me go, no go."
The author has something to say: Small theater, Yingjiao: Just kidding, I never skip class, I am totally different from He Porridge and the others.