Jing Ci didn't understand his implication, and when he was questioned again and again, his temper also came up, and he kept a cold face and didn't speak.
Yingjiao pushed him with his knee, and said lazily, "Ask you, talk."
Jing Ci said in his heart, you won't believe it.
Seeing that time was running out, he didn't want to spend any more time with Yingjiao, so he said irritably, "Then what do you say, how can you believe it?"
Yingjiao looked at his impatient appearance, feeling quite novel in his heart.
Yingjiao asked the school doctor for a stack of letter paper and a pen, and threw it to Jing Ji: "Write me a letter of guarantee."
Jing Ci: "...that's not necessary."
Yingjiao smiled: "It's okay if you don't write..."
Jing Ci raised his eyes, waiting for his next words.
Yingjiao looked at him with a smile: "From now on, you will report to me wherever you go, who you talk to, and what you say. For example, before you go to the toilet, you need to tell me whether to use the big one or the small one, and how long it will take. Once the timeout expires, you must explain the reason clearly so that I can analyze whether you took the opportunity to disclose the matter."
After a pause, he continued: "When necessary... I will personally check whether your reasons are reasonable."
Jing Ji looked at him in disbelief.
"What's the matter, little brother." Yingjiao said with a smile on his lips, "When I wrote love letters to me before, one after another, it was just a letter of guarantee, and you are still reserved?"
He turned his eyes: "Want me to write with your hand?"
Jing Ci put on a dull face: "...Okay, I'll write."
He unscrewed the cap of the pen, and began to write stroke by stroke according to Yingjiao's intention.
Yingjiao took a glance at the school's self-printed stationery with light red stripes, and the boy's handwriting was smart and free, extremely beautiful, and it looked like he had put a lot of effort into it.
Yingjiao's eyes gradually darkened.
"It's finished." Jing Ji put down his pen and handed the letter of guarantee to Yingjiao, "I have nothing else to do and I'm leaving."
Yingjiao noticed that Jing Ci had placed the pen without the slightest skew, forming a right angle with the table.
He glanced at Jing Ci thoughtfully, and waved to him, indicating that he could leave.
Jing Ji heaved a sigh of relief, without the slightest nostalgia, and quickly walked out of the school infirmary.
Yingjiao looked away from his back, and looked down at the guarantee letter in his hand.
After a long time, he suddenly said, Jing Ci never wrote a love letter to him before.
The provincial experimental campus is very large and is generally divided into two parts.
One part is a newly-built teaching building for senior ones, senior twos and other schools.
Jing Ci circled around the two parts before finding the school gate.
There are many small shops outside the school, and they are crowded together in two rows. Jing Ji only took a look, and found two or three barbershops, he picked a sign and walked in pleasing to the eye.
It was time for class, and there was no business in the store. Seeing him, a hairdresser immediately came up to him and asked him if he wanted a haircut or a perm.
Jing Ji stretched out his hand and gestured on his head: "Cut it short and dye it black, how much does it cost?"
Those who do business around the school, upon hearing Jing Ci's request, knew that he was kicked out by the teacher. The hairdresser was not surprised either, and said with a smile, "One-stop packages for hair coloring and cutting, there are 98, 198, and 298."
Without even thinking about it, Jing Ci said: "I want 98."
The hairdresser tried to persuade him: "Don't use 298, let's get a 198 one. The 98 potion is not good for your hair. Your hair looks smooth. It's a pity that the potion hurts you."
Jing Ci was unmoved, and said firmly: "I want 98."
Anyway, it's just a few centimeters, if it really hurts the hair, just grow it and lose it.
"Okay." The hairdresser tied the bib on him, and said to the mirror, "What kind of hairstyle does the handsome guy want?"
Jing Ci didn't know much about these things, so he didn't care, and said casually: "You can figure it out, cut it to a similar size, and let the teacher feel that it is not out of the ordinary."
The barber boy snickered and said, "Okay, then I'll just watch and cut it."
Generally speaking, students who have dyed their hair in high school like this are prickly, and they value their hairstyle more than their lives. This is the first time he has seen such a buddhist prickly head.
but-
The hairdresser took a look in the mirror and sighed inwardly.
With such a face, it's no wonder he has to care about hairstyle. With such facial features and face shape, even a shaved head can lead the fashion of bald men.
The hairdresser was very considerate. Considering the teacher's preference, he cut most of Jing Ci's yellow hair, exposing his ears, and left a little bangs on it. It was a very neat hairstyle.
After finishing dyeing and blowing Jing Ci's hair clean, the hairdresser looked at the effect in the mirror and became jealous.
The color of the dyed black hair is very thick, like ink, it would look a bit abrupt on ordinary people, but it doesn't feel out of place on Jing Ci.
With a good face, any color can stand up.
Jing Ci didn't take a closer look at his new look, but glanced at the mirror, saw that his hair was black and short, and he looked like a normal person, so he paid the money happily and walked out of the barber shop.
It was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and Jing Ci bought a rice bowl with fish-flavored shredded pork for eight yuan. After eating in a hurry, he went back to school, just in time for the first night of self-study.
The provincial experiment places more emphasis on science than literature, and there are a total of 12 classes in science. Among them, Class 1 and Class 2 are supernormal classes, Classes 3 to 6 are key classes, and the remaining six classes are parallel classes.
Compared with the science class, the liberal arts class has one supernormal class and two key classes. Adding up the whole grade, there are a total of 21 classes.
There are so many classes and so many teachers that it simply cannot fit in one office. It happened that the school had just built a new teaching building, and the space was sufficient, so the offices of the arts and science teachers were separated.
Jing Ci came out of the science office on the third floor before. When he was standing in the corridor, he noticed that the nearest to the office was the supernormal class of science: Class 2 (1) of senior high school.
If they are sorted by class, Class 2 and 7 of Senior High should be on the same floor.
Just as he thought, class seven was in the middle of the third floor.
All the way from Class 1, it was quiet, including Class 8, the parallel class next to Class 7.
After all, with the teaching quality of the provincial experiment, a random person picked from a parallel class may be a seedling of a key university.
But when it came to class seven, the style of painting changed suddenly.
Unlike other classes, most of the students in class 7 came in through connections, basically from a good family background, and their minds were not on study at all.
So when the other classes were earnestly studying by themselves, Class Seven was like a runaway wild horse. It couldn't hide the movement in the house through the door, and it was as lively as a temple fair.
In the classroom, He Porridge held up the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" to cover his face, turned his head and said cursingly: "Damn, Li Shi is so insidious, he only picks on Brother Jiao alone. Let's do it."
Zheng Que was playing games with his mobile phone, and said disdainfully, "So what, brother Jiao did it."
He Porridge: "What I care about is the result? It's the process! This process is very annoying, do you understand?" He said, pulling Peng Chengcheng next to him, "You think so, Cheng Cheng?"
Peng Chengcheng sullenly said, "You can call Cheng Cheng again?"
He Porridge raised his hands in surrender: "Slip of tongue! Slip of mouth! We are attacking Li Shi for Brother Jiao, Lao Peng, where is your focus? Your ideological awareness is not high enough."
Peng Chengcheng glanced at him: "Taller than you."
He Congee is a short and fat man, and Peng Chengcheng is sure about this pain point.
He Porridge was furious and jumped up to beat Peng Chengcheng. Zheng Que had just finished a game, so he put down his phone and stopped him: "What are you doing, what are you doing?! Aren't you talking about Brother Jiao's messing with Lishi?"
Yingjiao was playing with the square letter paper folded in his hand. Hearing this, he opened the letter paper and said, "Don't use that word, thank you."
He Porridge covered his mouth, and giggled wretchedly: "What's wrong, Brother Jiao, where are you thinking?"
Yingjiao glanced at him thoughtfully, "I was thinking, your game console confiscated by Lao Liu this morning..."
He Porridge's smile gradually disappeared, and he pointed at Yingjiao sadly and angrily: "Are you still a person? Brother, this is complaining for you!"
Yingjiao leaned back, leaned against the wall, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Why did it sound, let me hear it again."
He Porridge was completely blown up, and he stood up and was about to go and talk to Yingjiao.
At this moment, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and He Porridge was so frightened that the fat all over his body shook, and it was too late to turn around. He was quick to think, and said to Zheng Que with a serious face: "Old Zheng, I lost my pen, pick it up for me." a bit."
After waiting for a long time for no one to respond, He Porridge was so angry that he cursed inwardly for being slow, and his tone became a little more serious: "Old Zheng?!"
Zheng Que ignored him, stared at the front absently, and murmured: "Tell me, I will also cut this hairstyle, can I have the same effect?"
The person who came was not Mr. Liu, but Jing Ci.
He cut a head of neat short black hair, completely revealing that beautiful and ridiculous face. Her waist was no longer arched, her back was no longer hunched, she was as tall and straight as a young poplar, and she just stood so straight on the podium.
He Porridge turned around and was also shocked. He said honestly, "You can't do it, Old Zheng. You need to have a clearer self-awareness. If you want to achieve this effect, you have to change your head."
The other students in class 7 were also shocked. After a moment of silence, class 7 exploded like water dripping from a frying pan.
"Fuck, is that Jing Ci? How did he suddenly become so handsome?"
"Is Jing Ci so handsome?"
Who in Class 7 doesn't understand Jingci, it seems like 502 has become a master all day long, and sticks to Yingjiao when he sees the opportunity. Facing Yingjiao's friends, he just nodded and bowed, humming in a low voice, while facing other people, he kept a gloomy face all day long, and if he accidentally touched him, he could swear for a long time.
But now, all the wretched vigor and heavy yin on his body have disappeared, and he looks refreshing and cold, so handsome that people can't close their legs.
"Fuckfuckfuck, I checked my eyes, it's this hairstyle, I'll go cut it tomorrow too."
"Day, I thought I was delusional."
... ... ...
Jing Ci didn't pay attention to the discussion of the classmates below, he was worried about how to find Yuanshen's seat.
He thought that if there was a vacant seat in the class, it must be his own, but his thinking was too simple, the evening self-study of Class 7... a large row of seats was vacant.
Jing Ci had no choice but to stand there expressionless, trying to get some hints from below.
"No," He Porridge wondered, "What is he doing standing on it? Showing off his new hairstyle?"
Zheng Que tutted: "Maybe it was intentionally shown to Brother Jiao."
Peng Chengcheng, who was less talkative, also nodded in agreement.
Only Yingjiao suppressed a smile, and admired the embarrassment under that cold face for a long time. When Jing Ci glanced over, he seemed to have no intention of quietly pointing to an empty seat diagonally in front of him.
Jing Ji heaved a sigh of relief and was grateful. He got off the podium, walked straight over and sat down.
He Porridge opened his mouth wide, and shouted with a strange face: "Jing Ci, why don't you go back to your seat and go to someone else's seat?"
Jing Ji's body froze, and he turned his head to look at Yingjiao in disbelief.
Yingjiao's lips curled up, and he buried his head in his arms, laughing wildly.
This little pervert is so much fun and so much fun.
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