If this were the case in the past, Teacher Liu would have smashed a piece of chalk down on him, beating him up and disrupting the order of the classroom.
But Yingjiao has performed very well in the past month. Not only is he willing to study hard, but his grades have also improved.
Teacher Liu glanced at him with relief, and picked up the chalk again: "Then I will explain it again, and those who don't understand should seize the opportunity to listen."
As he turned around, he said, "See, as a student, you should work hard like Yingjiao, and ask questions if you don't understand! You all have to learn from Yingjiao."
The other students in class seven were numb: "..."
Anyone who doesn't understand just ask! They want to eat now! !
I'm afraid that Yingjiao's foundation is too poor, and I still can't understand. This time, Teacher Liu explained it more carefully. By the time the three small questions were finished, six or seven minutes had passed.
He looked up at the time, a little reluctant to stop, turned his eyes to Yingjiao, and asked kindly: "Understood?"
The phone vibrated at the same time, Yingjiao ignored him, and nodded at him: "Understood, thank you teacher."
"That's fine." Teacher Liu put down the paper in his hand: "That's the end of this class, get out of class is over."
After speaking, he picked up the things on the podium, opened the door and walked out of the classroom.
The hall that has been delayed for so long, there is definitely no need to go to the bathhouse, and it is estimated that there will be a long queue to go to the cafeteria. The students in Class 7 stood up sadly, and were about to go outside. Zheng Que suddenly said in a loud voice: "Don't go out, brother Jiao treats guests at noon today."
He shook the phone in his hand: "The meal has been ordered, your favorite, Yueweixuan."
Yueweixuan is a Sichuan restaurant near the school. The dishes are delicious and the ingredients are fresh. Class 7 often chooses to have dinner here. But this restaurant doesn't deliver meals individually, it only accepts group orders, so that they have to wait until the holiday every time they want to eat.
Yingjiao put one hand on the back of the chair and said with a smile, "I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time."
The people in class 7 were still a little emotional, but they were instantly happy when they heard what he said.
Who would like to go to the cafeteria to squeeze if there are ready-made ones, not to mention that the meals in the cafeteria have long been tired of eating.
The few boys who wanted to take a bath no longer bothered about taking a bath, and happily put down the things in their hands.
Why do they have to shower early? I just want to save some time and wait until Sunday afternoon to go out and have a good meal!
Now that someone invites them to dinner, why not do it.
"Where is it, what brother Jiao said, I can understand."
"Brother Jiao, you don't have to go out later, when the meal will be delivered, we can pick it up."
"It's all trivial matters, brother Jiao has spent a lot of money."
The courageous ones approached with a smile: "Brother Jiao, from now on you can save all your questions for the fourth class, we don't mind."
The other boys also booed, "That's a good suggestion."
Yingjiao laughed and scolded them, but ignored them.
He turned to Jing Ci and said softly, "I missed your bath, are you not angry?"
Jing Ci shook his head, and said seriously: "If you don't understand, you have to figure it out."
Yingjiao's heart warmed, how could their little classmates be so nice.
"Brother will take you out to wash at night?"
"Night?" Jing Ci was stunned for a moment: "I can't go out at night."
While tidying up the books on the table, he said, "I'll do the laundry at school tomorrow."
"Don't," Yingjiao even deliberately asked the teacher to drag the hall, just because he was afraid that he would take a bath with a group of wild men, and his success would fall short: "There are too many people in the school bathhouse, and there are frequent power outages."
He frightened Jing Ci: "Last time, there was a man in our class who was in the middle of washing, and the foam on his head hadn't been washed away, so there was no water, so he had to wrap his head in a coat and run back."
Jing Ci paused.
Yingjiao saw that there was a door, and continued: "There is more than an hour between dinner and evening self-study. I know a place that is close to the school, and there are very few people. You can wash when you go there."
"Brother has a way to go out, you can rest assured that you will not violate discipline, how about it?"
Jing Ci still didn't agree.
Yingjiao took a deep breath and used his nirvana: "Our school's bathroom has been in use for many years, and the faucets in the same row are uneven, a little higher here, and a little lower there, which is very ugly."
Jing Ci couldn't help imagining that scene, and suddenly his whole body began to feel uncomfortable.
He hesitated for a while, and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Yingjiao raised the corners of his lips, satisfied.
From behind, He Porridge patted Wu Weicheng's shoulder pityingly: "Squad leader, there are a million possibilities in an instant."
What a sweet dream, I want to take a bath and rub my back with Jing Ji, they have never done that before.
The kid hasn't been beaten to death yet, it's pure luck.
Wu Weicheng was heartless, immersed in the joy of being invited to dinner, and almost forgot about taking a bath. Hearing this, he rubbed his butt, and answered subconsciously: "Should we move forward or continue to wait?"
He Congee: "..."
He Porridge: "Ignorance is true happiness."
Wu Weicheng glanced at him inexplicably, and was about to say something when Zheng Que suddenly said: "The meal is here! The meal is here! Some boys come and get it with me!"
When the sound came out, the boys immediately stood up with a huff and rushed out. Soon, the sound of laughter and slapstick came from the corridor.
There were exactly forty people in class seven, and the meal for forty people moved in mightily. The scene was particularly spectacular, and the students in other classes who were watching looked sideways, wondering what happened to their class.
Because of Jing Ci, Class Seven is now a hot topic on the forum.
The boys from class 7 who were carrying meals didn't get in, so I don't know who posted this on the forum.
[I just met people from Class 7 who ordered a group meal, what are they doing?]
[First Floor: [Picture] [Picture]]
[Second floor: Only the seventh class can do this kind of thing. Feng Datu expressly prohibits ordering food outside, and if he is caught, he will be criticized.]
[Fifth floor: When did those people in class seven care about this? But I heard that Jing Ci entered the mathematics competition class yesterday. Could it be because of this that they are celebrating?]
[Eleventh Floor: It should be because of this.]
[The thirteenth floor: Isn't it? Is it worth it to enter our school's competition class? Group seven people are so rare and strange.]
[Fourteenth floor: The young man upstairs is so weird, what happened to our school's competition class? Although there is no such school in the national competition, we still beat other schools in the provincial competition.]
[20th floor: I feel that Jing Ci should not participate in the competition. After all, the preliminary competition will start soon, and he has never learned it.]
[Twenty-fifth floor: Look around, it's still on the twentieth floor. Jing Ci is really good, and his grades are really good, I am convinced. But I feel that he made a wrong choice this time. The others have practiced for so long. If he, a person who has never studied competition, joins in now, his results will definitely not be good, so it is better to wait until next year.]
[Thirty-third floor: It is said that there was an exam in the math competition class last night. Guess how many points Jing Ci can get in the exam?]
[Thirty-seventh floor: Visually, it will not exceed 20 points, after all, it is a novice. Jiang Chong from the first class was so powerful at the beginning, and finally came back with a province two, I laughed so hard, I guess Jing Ci is not as good as him.]
[Forty Floor: Ah, Jing Ci, my male god! None of you are allowed to speak ill of him! What happened to twenty minutes! Go for a score of more than 30, if the question is difficult, let alone save three, even save two is no problem!]
[Forty-first floor: Is the upstairs stupid? What is the use of the second and third prizes? Self-enrollment does not look at it at all, and the college entrance examination does not add points. In our school, 2nd and 3rd prizes = no grades, problem?]
[Fifty floor: Stop arguing, anyway, the results will definitely come out tonight, let's see when the time comes.]
[Sixty-sixth floor: I am a little curious about the test scores of Jing Ci. To be honest, I am a little curious. After all, it has been a long time since our provincial experiment has produced such a genius.]
Jing Ci was originally the focus of the students' attention. After this post came out, everyone guessed how much he scored in the test, and guessed every number from zero to twenty.
The host is also bored, and even made a poll, and 95% of the guesses were 0-10.
The people in Class 7 checked the forum by the way while eating, and saw this post. Several people got together and discussed for a long time, but they still didn't tell Jing Ji.
Even a scumbag knows the difference between a competition and an ordinary exam. Rather than letting Jing Ci know that the pressure is high, it's better to hide it. It's not easy for their class to have a player who can learn to fight, but he has to take good care of him.
Several people discussed with each other, and in the class group, Aite mobilized all the members and warned others not to say anything.
Previously, the original body was kicked out of the class group because Aite always won the pride in the group and said some sticky words. Jing Ci didn't use his phone much after he came here, so he forgot to add it.
After Yingjiao finished eating a chicken wing, he saw that the phone was on, glanced down, saw the content of the message, smiled, and turned off the phone screen.
After eating Yingjiao's meal, the members of Class Seven suddenly felt that the school bully wasn't so scary anymore.
Such a loyal person should not open a ladle and break a leg for no reason.
Thanks to this meal, Yingjiao has inexplicably gained a wave of favorability.
After the fourth class in the afternoon, the other students ran to the cafeteria to eat, and Yingjiao took Jing Ci to the school gate.
The provincial experiment stipulates that even day students are not allowed to go home for dinner in the evening. So at the moment, the school gate is quiet.
The school guard was sitting in the small pavilion, shaking his head and listening to storytelling.
Yingjiao asked Jing Ji to wait for him outside, knocked on the door himself, and walked in.
The two talked a few words, Yingjiao took out another pack of cigarettes and handed it up. The guard refused for a long time, but refused, so he had to accept it, and said with a smile: "You boy will find trouble for me, go early and return early, When you come back, come to my place to order a dick."
"I know, thank you." Yingjiao thanked him, went to the door to pick up his bicycle, patted the back seat: "little classmate, come up and sit."
Jing Ci changed his left hand to carry the plastic bag, jumped on it, and asked Yingjiao, "It's quite far?"
"It's not far." Yingjiao stepped hard, and the bicycle rushed out: "Ride faster, lest you be in a hurry."
Yingjiao didn't lie to him, it was indeed not far away.
But what they went to was not the bathhouse that Jing Ci imagined, but an apartment building.
"Where is this?" Jing Ji watched Yingjiao lock the car, walked around, wondering: "Aren't we going to the bathroom to take a bath?"
"No," Yingjiao pressed the elevator going up, and said, "I'm going to take a bath, but not to the bathhouse, but to my house."
"No need," Jing Ci frowned, a little bit wanting to retreat: "I'll just go to the bathhouse."
"What bathhouse?" The elevator door dinged open, Yingjiao dragged him in, and pressed the 22nd floor: "There are so many people crowding around, it's not convenient at all, my house happens to be near the school, Just come to my house to wash."
He paused, afraid that Jing Ci would be uncomfortable, and continued: "Don't worry, there is no one else in my house, I live alone."
Jing Ci was startled.
How could Yingjiao live alone? Where are his parents
The novel is described from the perspective of the protagonist, focusing on the career line in the early stage, Yingjiao as the protagonist's attack, the few appearances are either fighting or pretending to be aggressive, and there is no in-depth description at all.
Therefore, Jing Ci didn't know about his family situation.
He didn't ask any further questions, fearing that he might accidentally run into something that shouldn't be touched, so he nodded and followed Yingjiao into the door.
Yingjiao's house is a typical bachelor's apartment, which is quite large in size, but it only has one bedroom.
The cloakroom, kitchen, toilet, and bathroom are all available. Yingjiao opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of mineral water, and handed Jing Ci a bottle: "Drink some water."
Jing Ci took it, unscrewed the bottle cap and took two sips.
"Go," Yingjiao wiped the water from the corner of his lips, led him into the bathroom, pointed to the faucet and said, "Turn to the left to get hot water, and to the right to get cold water, put it on when you wash later. Turn on the water, at first all the water comes out is cold."
"You can take a bath if you want, the bathtubs are all clean," Yingjiao pointed to the row of toiletries above: "Shampoo, shower gel and so on are all here, you can use them as you like."
Jing Ci put the plastic bag he brought on the shelf, and said to Yingjiao with some embarrassment: "Please, I brought it myself."
Yingjiao chuckled: "What's the trouble, I wish you could come to my house."
He paused, and asked Jing Ci softly: "Did you bring your underwear? If you don't, I have new ones."
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and said unnaturally: "I brought them all."
Yingjiao smiled: "Alright, mine is probably too big for you to wear."
He swept around in the bathroom, saw that he had nothing to say, and walked out: "Okay, you can wash."
Jing Ci nodded, and was about to close the door when Yingjiao suddenly reached out and jammed the door frame.
He lowered his head slightly, looked at Jing Ci with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Little classmate, brother will come in later and rub your back for you?"
The author has something to say: a small theater, a show of coquettishness. Arrogant: Just kidding, Wu Weicheng can rub, why can't I
Deep down in my heart. Pride: He came to my house, happy.