He Porridge and Zheng Que: "..."
As he was walking this way, Peng Chengcheng, who was about to persuade him, said: "..."
Peng Chengcheng's footsteps paused suspiciously, and then he backed away expressionlessly.
He Porridge took a deep breath, glanced at Jing Ci who was reading next to him, and said cryptically, "No, brother Jiao, can't you be more reserved?"
Zheng Que put He Porridge's shoulder with his right hand, and Si Yu looked at Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, if you continue to do this, I will go to date tomorrow!"
It's the same as who can't show off, shit!
This f*cking person hasn't gotten his hands on it yet!
"You?" Yingjiao bit the pen, slowly turned a page of the exercise book in his hand, and sneered: "What made you have the illusion that someone wants you? Is it envy? Or jealousy?"
Zheng Que: "..."
Yingjiao gave Zheng Que a sympathetic look: "If you are really jealous, go to a religion."
Zheng Que was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the topic suddenly changed so quickly, wondering: "Ah?"
Yingjiao pursed his lips, and smiled unnecessarily: "At least it's considered owner."
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que was furious. He pushed He Porridge away and rushed towards Yingjiao: "Yingjiao! I love you!!"
"What are you doing?" Yingjiao easily blocked him, frowned and straightened the desk that was being knocked crookedly by Zheng Que: "Didn't you see that our little classmates are studying? If you are a scumbag, you must have the consciousness of a scumbag , don’t always trouble others, okay?”
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que: "Fuck!"
Zheng Que wiped his face, pulled He Porridge, turned around and left.
Seeing this, Peng Chengcheng also followed out.
"To tell you the truth," in the corridor, He Porridge turned to look at Zheng Que: "Old Zheng, did the biology teacher ever say that there is a pulse in the human body? I always suspect that brother Jiao got through this channel." Pulse. This is going to mess him up, and our seventh class will almost not be able to hold him."
Zheng Que had a toothache on his face: "How on earth did Jing Ci stand him?"
He said, puzzled: "No, I don't understand. Two months ago, Brother Jiao still scolded Jing Ci as a pervert every day? He also asked none of us to mention Jing Ci's name in front of him. suddenly..."
Several people came out of the teaching building. He Porridge looked around and saw that there were no teachers around. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and drank it. He hehe, he made a conclusion: "A man's words are reliable, even a sow can climb a tree."
During this period of time, because Jing Ci got the first place in the whole grade, the greatest pleasure for He Porridge and the others was to browse the forums related to Jing Ci. The mood of reading it was so refreshing that they didn't even care about making troubles. on.
But after a long time, they couldn't sit still, so they came up with today's proposal.
Even if Yingjiao didn't go out, it didn't dispel their enthusiasm for skipping classes. A few people wanted to escape to study at night, but they were so angry by Yingjiao that they didn't want to go back, so they went directly to the west wall of the school.
At the beginning, it was the place where the seventh class took out food. Over time, a new purpose was derived: skipping classes.
He Porridge and the others groped quietly, but they didn't expect to meet a group of people who wanted to skip class just like them.
"Fuck, Qiao Anyan deserves a beating!" A man climbed up the wall and cursed at the same time: "When I said I was going to skip class, did you see the look in his eyes? Fuck it, what is my turn?" Does he look down?"
A boy wearing a black skull coat rubbed his hands, grabbed a bulge on the wall, and said, "He is amazing now, isn't our head teacher praising him every day? What a prodigal son turned around, he is our role model , Of course we look down on those of us who don’t seek to make progress.”
The first person snorted disdainfully: "A role model? Just how many points did he get in the mid-term exam? What did he brag about before, he could memorize this one, and he could memorize that one, and as a result, he became a prototype as soon as he took the exam."
The black coat was grinning, and was about to say something when he saw someone behind him out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head alertly.
Seeing that it wasn't the teacher, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved to He Porridge and the others, and skillfully jumped off the wall and left.
"The Qiao Anyan they are talking about is the one who fought with Jing Ji?" He Porridge turned around and asked Peng Chengcheng: "He has also started to study hard?"
Peng Chengcheng nodded: "It's him."
"He..." Zheng Que chuckled: "I was also infected by Jing Ci's spirit of learning."
"also?"
Zheng Quechong pouted in the direction of the teaching building: "There is another brother Jiao."
"Don't mention him." He Porridge groaned and climbed up the wall: "Isn't it good to skip class?"
Zheng Que patted his forehead: "Blame me, don't mention it."
While talking, several people quickly climbed over the wall and left the school.
At this moment, Qiao Anyan, who was being discussed by them, was sitting on his seat, looking at a Chinese book with a pale face.
wrong! Everything is wrong!
After being reborn, Qiao Anyan found that his memory and comprehension skills had become very good.
He obviously hasn't touched high school textbooks for many years, but he can understand what the teacher said. The content that needs to be recited is even more, and you can remember it all after reading it a few times.
After the initial shock, there was a huge surprise. Who doesn't like golden fingers that fell from the sky
In the first month of rebirth, Qiao Anyan was full of ambition and vowed that he would be a blockbuster in the midterm exam.
However, he never expected that it was precisely from that exam that his mind became as chaotic as it was before he was born again.
It's clearly something I've memorized, but I don't remember a single word.
The questions on the test paper looked familiar to him, but he just couldn't do it.
After the results of the midterm exam came out, not only did Qiao Anyan fail to get the expected good grades, but he even fell to the last place in the whole year.
He thought that the exam was just because he was not in a good state, but Qiao Anyan was horrified to find that his head had never recovered.
Every time he heard the teacher praise him for being diligent and conscientious, Qiao Anyan was very irritable.
What he wants is to slap his face quickly and turn around to counterattack, not to be like an old scalper, studying hard every day.
Qiao Anyan tightly held the textbook in his hand, with a gloomy face that seemed to be dripping water.
In his previous life, he lived at the bottom of society, working hard for a salary of two to three thousand yuan a month.
In this life, he must get into a good university and take a completely different path from before!
Since God made him reborn, there must be a reason, and he will never admit defeat!
In the classroom of Class 7, Jing Ci, who was doing math problems, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he couldn't remember the problem-solving ideas he just came up with in an instant.
He put down his pen in a daze, raised his hand and tapped his temple.
But the pain just now seemed to be an illusion, it only appeared for a moment, and then I never felt it again.
Jing Ci didn't care, picked up the pen and was about to continue working on the questions, when Yingjiao suddenly pushed a paper over: "Little classmate, I'm done."
This is a set of biological scrolls, a task assigned to him by Jing Ci.
Jing Ci looked up at the wall clock, no more, no less, Yingjiao just used the time written on the paper.
"Let me take a look for you." Jing Ji straightened the paper, changed to a red water-based pen, bowed his head and began to grade the paper.
Yingjiao idly leaned against the back of the chair, leaned back slightly, looked at the big red letters above the blackboard, and sighed sincerely: "Enjoy learning and think hard, work hard to make progress, these eight words are tailor-made for me. of."
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci moved aside and ignored him.
He really couldn't figure out how someone could flirt with a flower by himself.
Jing Ji wanted to lower his sense of presence, but Ying Jiao didn't intend to let him go.
He turned his head and looked at Jing Ci: "Little classmate, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"
Yingjiao turned sideways, put his hand on his chin, and looked down at him: "I refused to go out with He Porridge and the others. I stayed with you in the classroom. Why don't you say anything?"
Jing Ji corrected him: "It's not to accompany me, it's to study."
"Who said that?" Yingjiao said lazily with a cynical smile on his face, "Without you, I would be here now?"
He leaned over and chuckled: "So at this time, shouldn't you praise me? For example, Brother Yingjiao is awesome, amazing or something."
Jing Ci's pen tip tilted and uncontrollably drew a diagonal line on the paper.
He looked away from Yingjiao, and pushed his face aside: "Don't talk in the self-study class."
"Just this self-study class in our class?" Ying Jiao glanced at the class and sneered.
Tonight, with He Porridge and the others taking the lead, the rest of Class 7 followed suit. Therefore, during evening self-study, the classroom of class seven was more than half empty.
Most of the people who remained were not studying, either playing games frantically with headphones, or getting together to chat and gossip. If it weren't for the lack of melon seeds and peanuts, it would be no different from a tea party.
Jing Ci pretended not to hear Yingjiao's words, finished grading the previous multiple-choice questions, turned the test paper over, and continued to grading the latter questions.
However, when his eyes fell on the answer behind the first question, he froze immediately.
He thought he was wrong, so he closed his eyes on purpose. But when I opened my eyes again, I saw the same thing.
It was a biology fill-in-the-blank question.
It is required to write one of the five major categories of plant hormones: the role of abscisic acid, and only write three points in the remarks below.
And Yingjiao's answer is really three points, the real three small dots, arranged very neatly on the horizontal line. Xu was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly, so he thoughtfully drew it a little bigger.
Jing Ci: "..."
"What is this?" Jing Ji pointed to the three small dots: "This is... the answer you filled in?"
Yingjiao leaned over to have a look, and said confidently: "Yes."
"You call this an answer?"
Yingjiao's right arm was slanted on the chair, and he said casually: "Isn't it required to write three points? Am I wrong?"
Jing Ci looked at him expressionlessly: "I want you to write three points of action, not three points."
Yingjiao pursed his lips, and said casually: "Really? Then this question is too imprecise, misleading me."
Jing Ci took a deep breath, so as not to be as knowledgeable as him: "Can you be more serious?"
"Yes," Yingjiao laughed, stretched out his hand and squeezed his face: "Don't be angry, I'm just joking with you, I really don't know how to do this question."
Jing Ci slapped his hand away with a cold face, took out the biology book from the bookshelf, quickly flipped to a certain page, pointed to the page and signaled Yingjiao to come and read: "Here."
He said seriously: "Biology is different from other subjects. Recitation takes up a large part. You need to read more textbooks and memorize the contents of the textbooks, and many problems will be solved easily."
"Okay," Ying Jiao leaned over to take a look, and chuckled, "I'll listen to you, I..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly fell silent.
Jing Ji thought he saw something he didn't understand, raised his head, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yingjiao twitched his nose and asked him, "Have you changed your shampoo?"
Jing Ji was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"
He just went to the small shop to buy the shampoo last night, and today is the first time he uses it.
"I can smell it," Ying Jiao leaned forward slightly, lowered his head, put his tall nose lightly against Jing Ci's hair, and said with a smile, "Last time it smelled like lemon, what is it this time? Mint?"
His face was close at hand, and his breath gently brushed over Jing Ci's cheeks, causing a numb itching.
Jing Ci bounced away quickly, distanced himself from him, lowered his eyes and said unnaturally: "I don't know, I didn't pay attention when I bought it."
"How can I not know this, or..." Yingjiao raised his eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "You want me to smell it myself?" He paused, and lazily blew a hooligan whistle: "Little classmate, you are very scheming." .”
Jing Ci's cheeks were flushed, and he glared at him angrily: "I didn't pay attention when I said it! Does the smell have anything to do with you?!"
Yingjiao smiled, lowered his head and whispered into his ear: "It doesn't matter to me, we are so close every day, isn't this smell just for me?"
The author has something to say: Small theater, Yingjiao smiles: Don't say brother Yingjiao is awesome, right? Next time, it won't be in the classroom.
I climbed up to explain, not stealing brains, your brains are so big, you can't abuse, you don't abuse!