As a result of going too far, Yingjiao was mercilessly kicked out of the dormitory by the ashamed and angry Jing Ci.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Yingjiao smiled helplessly, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and went back to his dormitory while typing.
Half a minute later, Jing Ci's cell phone rang. He looked down, and Yingjiao sent him two messages—
[Jiao]: Important things should be said three times.
[Arrogance]: Congratulations on taking the first place in the exam, it's really amazing.
Jing Ci looked away from the screen, but there was a smile in his eyes without replying.
In the 303 dormitory, Yingjiao lay flat on the bed, stared at Jing Ci's WeChat profile picture for a while with his mobile phone, and then smiled and took out an exercise book from under the pillow.
Even if Jing Ci doesn't want to share his emotions, it's good to be able to be happy with him like this.
The next day, the students in Class Seven received bad news early in the morning.
Teacher Liu stood on the podium and announced with a serious face: "After returning from the end-of-month vacation, there will be a monthly exam. This time, our school will come up with the questions."
He frowned and looked at the students with blurred eyes and yawning all over the stage, and raised his voice: "Everyone fight! Math, physics and chemistry can't be rushed, but what about Chinese? I will recite everything that needs to be memorized! Let me tell you! Whoever fills in the blanks with the next poem will leave it blank for me..."
Teacher Liu slapped the desk and said viciously, "See how I deal with you!"
After speaking, he patrolled the class and beat a few students who wanted to sleep on the table before walking out of the classroom unhurriedly.
Jing Ci didn't care about the exam or not, but the end of the month vacation was about to come, and the thought of going home made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He stared blankly at the desktop, and couldn't help but think that it would be nice if he was allowed to stay in school during the month-end holiday.
"Damn, another exam." Later, after confirming that Teacher Liu had really left, Zheng Que carefully took out his mobile phone from his sleeve, muttering and complaining: "Why do I feel like I just passed the exam yesterday?"
He Porridge wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said listlessly: "Old Zheng, calm down, students, isn't the exam our daily routine."
Zheng Que was shivered by his disgust, and said in disgust: "Ugh... can you talk properly?"
He Porridge clicked his tongue, pointed to the front and said, "Let's learn from Brother Jiao, you see how calm our brother Jiao is, he even took out a copy of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation"."
Zheng Que: "..."
An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Zheng Que's face, and he stood up and glanced forward. Just saw Yingjiao touching Jingci's arm, as if asking him a question.
Jing Ci glanced at the page, then quickly picked up a pen and whispered to him.
Zheng Que looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He tugged at He Porridge: "Hey, do you think he is listening to questions, or watching people?"
Hearing this, Peng Chengcheng glanced forward, and summed it up concisely: "There are all of them."
He Porridge didn't pay attention at first, but when Zheng Que said this, he immediately leaned in: "Can't he hide it?" He Porridge's face was full of toothache: "No, just the look he looked at Jing Ci, it's everyone's eyes. Can you see what he's thinking?"
Peng Chengcheng still hit the nail on the head: "Jing Ci can't see it."
He Porridge suddenly laughed gloatingly: "That's right, Ren Jingci doesn't want to talk to him at all right now, he deserves it!"
Up front, after Jing Ci finished speaking a question, he put down his pen and asked Yingjiao, "Do you understand?"
"Understood." Yingjiao took back the workbook and said with a light smile, "Thank you little classmate."
Jing Ci shook his head, picked up his pen and continued to do the Mathematical Olympiad.
For the first time in history, Yingjiao didn't tease him again, he found out the knowledge points involved in the question just now, and then went on.
When he first started studying, Yingjiao was really not able to sit still. But after gritting his teeth and persisting for a month, he found that it was not as difficult as he imagined.
the most important is…
Yingjiao looked at Jing Ci from the corner of his eye.
He seemed to have encountered a problem, and the tip of the pen hesitated several times without falling. After pondering for nearly a minute, the frown slowly relaxed, and he wrote the answer smoothly on the paper.
Yingjiao withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes. He still doesn't want to recall the day when the midterm exam results came out.
The day before, he had just realized that he fell in love with Jing Ci, and then reality hit him hard.
Before that, Yingjiao had never had any idea about his achievements.
He was born to win at the starting line, and what his mother left him, even if he didn't do anything for the rest of his life, he wouldn't be short of money to spend.
But when comparing his results with Jing Ci's, Yingjiao suddenly felt unable to hold his head up.
It was embarrassing, really embarrassing.
When he fell out with his father, Yingjiao didn't regret it.
When moving out Winner, Yingjiao didn't regret it.
Even when Mr. Liu tried his best to find out his previous achievements and regret and persuade him in front of him, Yingjiao did not regret it.
When Du Du saw Jing Ci's papers with full marks, he regretted it.
If he had known that he was lucky enough to meet such a person, he should have worked harder in the future.
However, the past time can no longer be traced, and the only thing he can grasp is the present moment.
Yingjiao exhaled lightly, calmed down for a moment, lowered his head and concentrated on continuing to work on the problem.
Although they received the bad news about the exam, the students in class 7 were used to dawdling around, so they wailed for a while, and put the matter behind them.
After lunch, a group of people had nothing to do, they gathered together in twos and threes to laugh and play, and they could hear the movement in the classroom even standing in the corridor.
Jing Ci was not idle, he finished correcting the set of comprehensive science papers that Yingjiao made yesterday, and before the bell rang, he listed all the important points lost.
After finishing all this, he put down his pen and looked up at the water dispenser.
When the green light is on, it means that the hot water is ready. Jing Ci waited for two minutes and saw that no girls came to fetch hot water, so he walked to the front with a cup.
Jingci used a heat-resistant glass, but it didn't have a handle, and it would be hot to hold it with just hot water. So he took some cold water first, and then poured hot water into it.
It has been raining these past few days, the weather is cold and gloomy, and there is no heating in the classroom. Jing Ci wanted to warm his hands with a cup, so he deliberately brought more hot water.
It's still a little hot when you hold it, but it's not unbearable. Jing Ci carefully held the cup and walked quickly to his seat.
Just as he was about to turn a corner, a boy who was fighting in the aisle suddenly stepped back, and swung his raised right hand heavily to Jing Ci's chin.
Jing Ji shook his body, and most of the water spilled out.
"Ah," the boy turned around and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice someone behind."
Jing Ci shook his head: "It's okay."
He looked down at the boy's back: "I spilled some water on you, didn't you burn yourself?"
The boy stretched out his hand to touch it, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I don't feel anything at all."
Jing Ci smiled at him, passed by him, and sat in his seat.
He put the water glass on the table, lowered his head and rubbed his chin.
The boy didn't pull back at all just now, and Jing Ci's jaw is still numb.
He pursed his lips and moved his cheeks, just as he was about to feel it carefully, a hand suddenly stretched out beside him.
Yingjiao pressed the back of his head with one hand, raised his head slightly, pinched his chin with the other, frowned and said, "Don't move, let me see."
"It's okay." Jing Ji said indifferently: "It will be fine in a while."
Yingjiao sneered, and rubbed his chin lightly with his right hand: "Does it hurt to touch like this?" After a pause, he looked at him: "To be honest."
Jing Ci gasped softly: "It hurts a bit."
Jing Ci's skin was fair, and this time he hit him very hard, the red mark on his chin looked shocking. Yingjiao frowned more and more tightly, he kept moving his hands, and said with a smile: "Pain is pain, what do you mean a little pain?"
Yingjiao forgot where he heard people say that the bones on the chin are very fragile and can be easily injured. He leaned over to take a closer look, and said worriedly: "Why is it so popular? Don't worry, brother will take you to the hospital?"
"No need," Jing Ji was amused by him, "it doesn't hurt much anymore."
"Really?" Yingjiao stared at him suspiciously, it was because this little classmate had too many criminal records, he carried everything by himself, kept everything in his heart and didn't say anything, which made him unable to believe what he said.
"Really." Jing Ji shook his head lightly, avoiding his hand, and moved his chin.
Yingjiao said fiercely, but in fact the strength of his hands was very gentle. Jing Ji was kneaded by him for a while, except for a slight heat on the chin, the pain was gone at all.
Yingjiao looked at his expression carefully, and made sure that he was not lying, so he was relieved.
Yingjiao turned around, lost his mind for a moment, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
Jing Ji glanced at his movements from the corner of his eye, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "The exam is almost here, are you still looking at your phone?"
Yingjiao chuckled: "No, it's really something, give me two minutes?"
"Two minutes?"
"Well," Yingjiao said with a smile while typing, "Do you think I have played with my mobile phone recently?"
Jing Ji thought about it, and agreed.
At the same time, the news of Yingjiao was sent to He Porridge and his group—
[Pride]: Organize a class party during the month-end holiday.
[Your uncle of the He family]:? ? ? what
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: There are no holidays recently, and Christmas is still a month away.
[Peng Chengcheng]: What party
[Jiao]: On Friday night, we will have dinner before going to karaoke.
[Your uncle of the He family]: No, you have to tell us why you want to hold this party, right
Yingjiao paused his fingers, smiled, and typed—
[Jiao]: Are you sure you want to listen? Forget howling and howling and want to find someone
[Your uncle He family]:...
[Zheng Que is incorrect]:…
[Peng Chengcheng]:…
[Your uncle of the He family]: No, Brother Jiao, let me tell you the truth, don't go too far...Jing Ci is not yet of age.
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Exactly! What exactly do you want to do to Jing Ci? I tell you! None of us agreed!
[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother Jiao, take it easy.
Yingjiao sneered, didn't explain much to them, just raised his hand and sent a few messages—
[Jiao]: Do you need to agree
[Jiao]: I will send the news later, remember to drag Jing Ci into the group.
After finishing speaking, Yingjiao didn't wait for a reply, and threw the phone directly into the table hole.
Jing Ci checked the time, exactly two minutes had passed.
Yingjiao turned his head to look at him, and chuckled: "It's not overtime. When did brother not listen to you?"
The corners of Jing Ci's lips curled up, feeling a little happy.
Yingjiao looked at the slight smile on his face, and felt so soft in his heart.
When I saw Jing Ci at the end of last month, he was standing blankly at the door of the bookstore with a bag of books, as if he didn't know where to go.
Although Yingjiao didn't ask any more questions, he knew in his heart that he must have had trouble with the Jing family.
Jing Ci, who was able to temper his temper like this, was so angry that he couldn't go home, one can imagine how much he did there.
If it's okay for others to say, Yingjiao remembered what happened in the toilet that time, Jing Ji's personality was forced to explode to a certain extent, and the danger level was close to that of a nuclear bomb.
But the other party is a blood relative of this body, and blood relationship destined him to be born weak.
Yingjiao couldn't know that Jing Ci would be wronged, so he was still watching.
Yingjiao knew in his heart that if he invited Jing Ci to go out to play alone, or to live in his own home, Jing Ci would not be able to agree even if he didn't want to go home again.
Then hold a small party, with so many people, he won't feel awkward.
After dinner, Jing Ci took out his phone and took a look, and unexpectedly found that he had been pulled into the class's WeChat group.
In the group, there is a message from all members of Aite.
He clicked and looked—
[He Jiayou uncle]: @All members have a dinner at Yueweixuan on Friday night, go to karaoke at night, dial 1 for those who go, don't send other messages, it's convenient for statistics.
1 in the row below.
Jing Ci immediately typed 1.
Seeing He Porridge's ok reply, a smile finally appeared on his face, and he finally had a place to go instead of going home.
Beside him, Yingjiao saw his smile out of the corner of his eye, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.
The author has something to say: small theater, winning pride: I once gave up on myself, didn't care about the future, and didn't care about the future, but now I just want to work hard for him once.