He Porridge stood up expressionlessly, and put the chair back to its original place: "I'm sorry to bother you."
Peng Chengcheng lay down on his side without saying a word, and silently reached out his hand to cover the exposed ear.
Zheng Que... Zheng Que stared blankly at Yingjiao for a few seconds, then rubbed his face, looked up to the sky and sighed: "I'm still too young..."
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Yingjiao glanced at them: "I can get this score without Jing Ci?"
He Porridge always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell for a moment, he wrinkled his face and struggled: "That's right..."
Yingjiao turned the pen over and over again, and sneered: "That's it."
"No!" He Porridge finally found a logical loophole, and proudly refuted Yingjiao loudly: "Wang's a fart husband! What kind of husband are you!"
He rolled his eyes at Yingjiao: "Hey, shameless!"
Yingjiao didn't know what he thought of, and squinted and smiled: "Don't worry, sooner or later you will be a person on the household registration book."
On the playground, Jing Ji and Li Zhou came back from the bathroom, and when they walked halfway, they heard someone talking about—
"Hurry up, hurry up, the red list is posted!"
"Wow! Then let's go and see it!"
"There are still four minutes to class, hurry up!"
... ... ...
"Let's go take a look too!" Li Zhou's eyes lit up, and he dragged Jing Ci forward and ran forward: "I even sparred with others on the forum this morning because of your score!"
Jing Ci quickened his pace and followed him, trying to calm him down: "Now that the list has just been released, there must be a lot of people watching, we shouldn't be able to squeeze in."
"How is it possible!" Panting heavily, Li Zhou stopped outside the black crowd, pulled up his school uniform trousers vigorously, rubbed his hands, and said confidently, "There is no such thing as me in this world." No place to go in!"
He turned his head and looked at Jing Ci: "Don't go in, wait for me outside. I'll help you look at the results, and make sure you remember every point clearly."
Jing Ji looked at the dark mass of heads in front of him, and his heart moved: "It's okay, I want to see it too."
"Oh~" Li Zhou led him forward and teased in a long voice, "It turns out that you school masters are also nervous about your grades."
Jing Ci smiled without explaining.
Li Zhou moved left and right, and finally found a gap near the right side of the red list, and immediately seized the opportunity to rush in.
With his light, Jing Ci was able to stand in front of the red list.
After confirming his ranking and score, he did not exit, but looked towards the lower right corner.
Jing Ji wanted to find Yingjiao's name from the back, which would be easier. However, when he saw the last one on the red list, he was stunned.
519 Qiao Anyan: 199
Although Jing Ji couldn't remember exactly how many points Qiao Anyan scored and how much he improved in each exam after he was reborn, he remembered that Qiao Anyan made rapid progress in his studies, and every time he took the exam, he would slap him in the face and counterattack, making everyone look down on him. People dropped their jaws in shock.
But now, from Qiao Anyan's rebirth to the present, two exams have been taken. But he was the last two times, what is going on
Is my time travel affecting the progress of the whole book
But this explanation doesn't make sense, although he and Qiao Anyan have opposing auras, but there is no intersection between the two. What's more, the academic performance is different from the plot, which is not something he can influence.
So why exactly
Jing Ci was analyzing in his head when Li Zhou's loud voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Jing Ci! Number one! You are still number one!"
Li Zhou blushed with excitement, regardless of the people around him, loudly reported to Jing Ci: "The total score is 747!"
When Li Zhou called out Jing Ci's name, all the people around looked at him suddenly.
It's a pity that Li Zhou and Jing Ci were so nervous, and the other was pretending to be something, but they didn't realize it.
Li Zhou pushed aside the two people standing beside him, and squeezed to Jing Ci's side: "How many points did you get in the test last time? 748, right? Wow, it's a step backward this time, 1 point less than before!"
The people around who were listening to them secretly with their ears pricked up: "..."
Damn you! ! Exam 747 called regress? !
Could they take off their shoes on the spot and gag this guy with a sock? !
"Normal." Jing Ji came back to his senses, didn't think about Qiao Anyan's matter any more, replied to Li Zhou, and started looking for Yingjiao's name again.
"Let's go, what are you doing?" Li Zhou was satisfied after reading Jing Ci's score, and was holding back his energy to go back to the classroom to browse the forum, so he called out, seeing Jing Ci still standing still, asked suspiciously .
"I'll take another look." Jing Ci responded vaguely, speeding up the browsing.
Li Zhou thought he was worried about the people behind him, so he leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't worry, the second place, Zhou Chao, is 15 points behind you."
Jing Ci just wanted to say that he didn't care about this, but when he saw the next name, the corners of his lips instantly curled up.
480 Yingjiao: 488.
Although the test questions this time are simpler than the last one, it is already remarkable to be able to increase the total score by 88 points in one month.
Li Zhou was still urging, Jing Ji had already looked at what he wanted to see, without further delay, he followed him out of the crowd.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Li Zhou took the lead and walked ahead quickly, "I dare not look at my phone in the next class of Lao Liu's class. You just...Jing Ci? What's wrong with you?!"
Li Zhou looked at his instantly pale face, was stunned for a few seconds, and then walked back immediately: "What's wrong with you?"
There was a sharp pain in my mind, and even my temples throbbed with it. Jing Ci's cold sweat broke out in an instant, and his ears were buzzing. It was not until Li Zhou asked the third time that he heard his words clearly.
"It's okay." Jing Ji gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, and tried his best to maintain the calm on his face.
He breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and sure enough, he saw Qiao Anyan not far away.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Zhou asked with concern, "Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?"
Seeing that Jingci didn't answer, he was in a hurry, and followed his gaze: "What are you looking at? What the hell, Qiao Anyan? What kind of eyes is he looking at you?"
Obliquely in front of them, Qiao Anyan was staring at Jing Ci with a gloomy expression, his eyes seemed to want to eat him alive.
This time in the examination room, his golden finger failed again. Even though he tried his best to fill in all the papers, he still got the bottom one.
If the number one was any of the top students in the extraordinary class he was familiar with, such as Zhou Chao, Jiang Chong and others, Qiao Anyan's psychology would not be out of balance to this point.
However, the first place in the test was Jing Ci, who was as depraved as him.
Why can he say that he got up and got up, but he was obviously reborn, but he still couldn't go on the planned road.
the most important is…
Qiao Anyan clenched his fists tightly, Jing Ci grabbed Yingjiao's attention, and some people even said on the forum that there was an affair between the two of them.
That was the white moonlight that he could not ask for in two lifetimes, how could he be defiled by someone like Jing Ci.
It would be great if there was no Jing Ci, if Jing Ci was still the same as before... The malice in Qiao Anyan's heart continued to rise.
Jing Ci's headache felt like it was about to explode, and his breathing gradually became heavy.
Seeing this, Li Zhou immediately supported him: "The next class will be missed, and I will take you to the school infirmary."
Many people around were secretly paying attention to Jing Ci. Seeing that the situation was not right at the moment, they didn't care whether Jing Ci recognized them, so they gathered around—
"What's the matter? Do you need our help?"
"Jing Ci, are you sick? Let me help you ask your head teacher for leave."
"What color is your face, don't go to class."
…………………
In this sentence after sentence of concern, Jing Ci's headache gradually eased.
Not an illusion.
Jing Ci felt it carefully, and it really didn't hurt that much.
He and Qiao Anyan were at odds with each other, and Qiao Anyan's targeting would give him a physical headache. Will the genuine concern of others offset the pain
Jing Ci's brain was spinning rapidly. Sure enough, he guessed right. His and Qiao Anyan's positions were opposite. Although the reason why he transmigrated into this book is still unknown, it was definitely not accidental!
"It's okay, I'm just a little hypoglycemic." Jing Ci took it easy for a while, feeling a lot more comfortable, explained to the people around him, rejected their proposal to send him to the school infirmary, thanked them sincerely, and Li Zhou returned to the classroom together.
"Are you okay?" Although he looked much better, Li Zhou was still a little worried. After hesitating for a while, considering his words, he asked cryptically, "You... Do you have any physical problems?"
In fact, what Li Zhou wanted to ask more was whether he had any chronic diseases. I was afraid that it would not sound good to say it, so I changed it.
"It's okay, don't worry." Jing Ji pulled out the chair and sat down, looked up and smiled at him, "It's really hypoglycemia."
Li Zhou recalled that his pale face and cold sweat on his forehead just now were indeed compatible with hypoglycemia, and told him: "In the future, buy some chocolate or something and put it in your pocket. If it feels wrong, take an extra bite."
"it is good."
Li Zhou wanted to say something else, but when the class bell rang, he could only trot back to his seat.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Yingjiao raised his hand to touch his forehead, felt the cold sweat on his hand, and frowned suddenly: "Is this hypoglycemia?"
Jing Ji's lips moved, but he still told the truth: "My head hurts a bit, but it's much better."
"Headache again?" Yingjiao took out a tissue and wiped him off, brushed his sweaty hair aside, rubbed his temples, and asked, "What's the pain, tell me about it."
Originally, Jing Ci's head was still a little swollen, but after Yingjiao rubbed him a few times, the pain disappeared at all.
So I didn't feel wrong last time
For him, Yingjiao's touch is more useful than those classmates' concern.
Is it because Yingjiao is also one of the protagonists in this book, or is there some other reason
"Speak." Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Yingjiao became even more worried, poked his face lightly, and asked again.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jing Ci raised his eyes and smiled at him, then casually threw the used tissue into the trash bag hanging between their desks.
"Excellent?"
"real."
Yingjiao carefully observed his face, and did not let go until he was sure that he was really not lying.
But I made a note of this matter in my heart, and when I have time, I must take Jing Ci for a full body checkup.
Maybe Mr. Liu was delayed by something, and the class bell rang for a minute and he still hasn't come. Jing Ci put the math books neatly on the table, turned to Yingjiao and said, "By the way, I saw your total score. Congratulations, you did well in the exam."
Yingjiao involuntarily raised the corners of his lips, thinking that for this sentence, his persistence for this month was worth it.
"So you agreed to go to the movies with me?"
Teacher Liu had already opened the door and came in. Jing Ci didn't speak, but nodded with his lips pursed.
After school on Saturday night, Yingjiao rode back home quickly, didn't even bother to eat dinner, and went directly into the cloakroom to pick out clothes.
With the goal of turning myself into a walking aphrodisiac, I smacked myself vigorously.
However, those brands and clothes that he usually likes are all like Cinderella who has lost her magic blessing tonight. No matter how I look at it, I feel that it is not perfect.
Yingjiao changed one set after another in front of the mirror, took countless photos and sent them to the group, tossing He Porridge and the others one by one. It wasn't until after twelve o'clock in the evening that I chose a more satisfactory set.
But as soon as he lay down on the bed, he regretted it.
Wearing a school uniform can still be regarded as a couple's attire. If he wears casual clothes tomorrow and Jing Ci wears a school uniform, wouldn't it mean that he will not be a couple at all
No, no casual clothes!
Therefore, Yingjiao overturned the result of his tossing all night within two seconds, and went to school the next day wearing his school uniform.
After school, looking at Jing Ci's school uniform, Ying Jiaoqing couldn't help but praise him for his wit.
The two picked a movie theater not far from the school.
Because the provincial experimental students have a holiday on Sunday afternoon, the seats are basically full.
Yingjiao took a sip of Coke, calm on the surface, and seemed to be watching a movie seriously, but in fact he didn't know where he was going.
It is said that watching love movies together can easily bring the relationship closer.
The atmosphere is rendered in place, holding hands or even learning how the hero and heroine kiss together, it is completely possible.
How come there is a word called cinema play.
As long as the time is chosen correctly, there is no mouth that cannot be kissed!
It's a pity that this is not a ghost movie. If it was a ghost movie, it would be like the TV dramas, when Jing Ci was scared, he could be hugged into his arms to comfort him. It can not only increase the physical contact between two people, but also show their boyfriend power.
The more Yingjiao thought about it, the more eager he was to move. In the end, he couldn't hold back anymore.
He stared at the big screen, just waiting for the hero and heroine to have some intimate behavior, and then wait for the opportunity to move.
Sometimes, however, the reality is often very different from expectations.
It was the first time to watch a movie with Jing Ci, and there was no holding hands as imagined, let alone kissing lips.
Yingjiao's perfect vision ended with the brick that the cannon fodder slapped on the male lead's head.
With a bang, blood flew across the screen. Yingjiao's face was pale, his head was dizzy, and he plunged into Jing Ci's arms.
The author has something to say: Small theater, Yingjiao: don't ask, ask about suicide.