Jing Ji and Ying Jiao didn't stay in the school doctor's office for too long. They took a bottle of iodine cotton balls, listened carefully to the school doctor's instructions, and went straight to the classroom.
When they were standing outside the door of Class Seven, Teacher Liu was writing on the blackboard. Yingjiao waited for him to finish writing a paragraph before knocking on the door and shouting, "Report."
Teacher Liu glanced at the door and said, "Come in."
Yingjiao pushed open the door, let Jing Ci go first, and he followed behind. As soon as the door was closed, Teacher Liu said, "Hey, you came back so quickly, have you cured your wife's strict management?"
The students in Class 7 burst into laughter, and some boys who were fussy even whistled.
Yingjiao: "..."
Yingjiao smiled and looked in the direction of He Porridge and the others. He Porridge felt guilty, and quickly took a book to cover his face, shrinking his shoulders and pretending that he did not exist.
Teacher Liu didn't think much about it, he already knew about Yingjiao's fall from He Porridge, and it was just a joke at the moment. These little boys in my class are usually very coquettish, there is nothing they can't do.
Last year, the school organized social practice activities. At the end, a group of people took a group photo. He took several photos of two boys embracing each other and posing for a kiss, not to mention a strict wife.
"Where is it?" Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Yingjiao still did not change his arrogance, he hooked his lips and smiled: "You shouldn't ask me if it's cured or not, you have to ask Jing Ci."
As soon as he finished speaking, the booing became louder, and some people even applauded.
"Niubiao, Niubi! My proud brother, Niubi!"
Now, the speechless person became Teacher Liu.
He was wrong, he shouldn't have started this, to give Yingjiao room to play!
Teacher Liu threw down a piece of chalk and said impatiently: "I said you are fat and you are panting, go back to your seat and sit down!"
Jing Ci was the only one in the class who was out of the situation. He looked at Teacher Liu and Yingjiao in a daze, completely unaware of what happened.
Yingjiao leaned back in his chair lazily, and explained to him kindly: "The teacher said you are my little wife."
He raised his eyes and glanced at Teacher Liu, and said thoughtfully: "We are now officially recognized as CP."
Teacher Liu:"… … "
To shut up! He never said such bullshit!
Jingci: "..."
Jing Ci staggered and almost knocked over the table.
Teacher Liu was so angry that his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He slapped the desk and shouted: "Shut up, Yingjiao! Are you still in class?! If you talk again, I will ask you to come to the blackboard to do questions!"
Yingjiao afraid of this? After all, he is also a passer-by in mathematics now.
After finally being able to show off in an upright manner, he didn't want to let it go. However, seeing Jing Ci's unnatural expression around him, his Adam's apple twitched, and he finally endured it.
Forget it, my little wife has a thin skin.
After class, Mr. Liu left with his books in his arms.
Jing Ci still didn't know much about what happened just now, Yingjiao shamelessly threw the blame on He Congee: "Didn't I ask He Congee to ask for leave for the two of us? Strictly govern your wife."
Under He Porridge's unbelievable gaze, Yingjiao continued: "That's why Old Liu said that."
Jing Ji... Jing Ji's ears turned red, he glanced at He Porridge expressionlessly, and became silently angry.
I secretly decided not to lend He Porridge my homework for two days.
He Porridge was stunned by the flying pot, and after realizing it, he rushed over angrily to expose Yingjiao's ugly face.
Yingjiao slowly rolled up his sleeves, and said to himself: "I don't know if it's because of the fall, but my hands are always itchy..."
He looked up at He Porridge and smiled: "Old He, what do you think?"
He Porridge suddenly came to an emergency brake, the fat on his face trembled, and then silently returned to his seat, not daring to say a word.
From this day on, the students in class seven called Jing Ci changed.
Originally they were all called names, but now they are all called Brother Ci.
why
Boss's boss, isn't he a brother
On the provincial experiment forum, other people were still discussing the provincial preliminary competition of the five major disciplines.
[I don’t know if Jingshen will be able to get the provincial one, but when will the result come out?]
[Province one is sure to be safe, if our school’s top players can’t get provincial one, then other schools will be in vain, now it’s up to the finals.]
[Ahhh, pray for my male god, I will definitely make it to the finals! At that time, let those people from other provinces have a look, we also have good people in Donghai Province, okay? !]
[Speechless, where do you have so much confidence in Jing Ci? Have you forgotten what happened to Jiang Chong back then?]
[Indeed, last year it was also said that Jiang Chong would definitely enter the finals, what happened?]
[Compare Jiang Chong with Jing Ci? It's not a segment, okay? Jiang Chong fell out of the top five in the school this monthly exam.]
[My brother will definitely be able to enter the finals! ! Don't enter my live broadcast and eat Xiangxiang!]
[... The painting style of the seventh class is so recognizable, by the way, why are you calling Brother Ci again? Wasn't it still our Jing Ci and our Jing Ci shouting joy before?]
[Because Brother Ci is our boss now.]
[? ? ? What the hell? What's the meaning? Are you ignoring the pride?]
[The wife is strict, hehehe!]
[? ? ? Does anyone understand? ?]
[not understand…]
After all, they are all people who can score high in the Chinese language test. Although the person who broke the news is vague, but in the context of the context, analyze according to the only clues.
This strict wife seems to be talking about winning pride
And the people in Class 7 were calling Brother Jing Ci Ci again.
So, Yingjiao's so-called wife is... Jing Ci
Wow, is Class Seven so exciting
Although other people dare not talk about winning arrogance openly on the forum, they dare to do so in private.
As a result, the indescribable things between Jing Ci and Yingjiao spread more and more widely, so that even Zhou Chao started to call him Brother Ci after meeting him.
"Brother Ci, here it is!" After the competition get out of class was over, Zhou Chao took out a packaged apple from his schoolbag and stuffed it into Jing Ci's hand: "Ping An Fruit."
Christmas is coming soon, and the school's small shop is getting ready early.
Not only is there a Christmas tree at the door, there are stickers of Santa Claus on the door, but also oranges and apples are packaged and sold to students under the nickname of "Ping An Fruit".
The high school students are in their adolescence. Who doesn't have a crush in their hearts, and usually hides and dare not express it. It's finally Christmas, so how can they not find an excuse to send a safe fruit to them.
Even if the other party doesn't know what he wants, he is happy when the gift is sent out.
Of course, people who don't like it have to buy it, after all, who doesn't have a few good friends. So even if the Ping An fruit is more than ten times more expensive than usual, the sales are still very good.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and Jing Ci has received a lot of Christmas fruits since a few days ago.
At the beginning, he still silently remembered the other person's name in his heart. If someone gave him an apple, he would return an orange. If someone sends him an orange, he will return an apple.
But as Christmas is getting closer, every time Jing Ci goes out and comes back, he will see a few more peace fruits on his table, and he doesn't even know who gave it to him.
Ask the people around, and the people around you don't know.
Later, he received too many Ping An fruits, so Li Zhou got him a big box and put it under the table, and the box was almost full by now.
"Thank you." No matter how many times his friend received his kindness, he would still be happy. Jing Ji smiled at him and accepted his kindness.
"You're welcome." Zhou Chao grinned and waved his hands, and the two went back to the dormitory together.
After Jing Ci entered the door, he unzipped his schoolbag and put the apple given by Zhou Chao on the table.
Seeing this, Li Zhou leaned closer: "You are also a human being, why can you receive so many peace fruits?!"
Not to mention a box in the classroom, and now I have started to bring it to the dormitory!
Li Zhou was puzzled: "Usually I don't see any girl you get close to. How come everyone comes to give you a safe fruit at Christmas?"
Jing Ci didn't know what was going on.
He had the same grades and appearance in the last world as he is now, but in class he was like a transparent person, and few people took the initiative to talk to him.
Jing Ji himself was not a warm person, so he didn't have a single close friend in his previous life.
However, after coming to this world, the situation is completely opposite.
The classmates are very enthusiastic, and the teachers are also very kind to him. Even other alumni who are not in the same class are always willing to mention him in the forum.
Jing Ci has also thought about this issue. It stands to reason that the current world is a book, or a book that has been partially written. The main characters and supporting roles have all been decided, and everyone's luck has been assigned accordingly.
Shouldn't he be subconsciously ostracized by the entire world in his role as a villain cannon fodder? Why is it actually the exact opposite
There are many unsolvable mysteries in Jing Ci's mind, but he lacks a key to open it.
"Speaking of which," Li Zhou picked up the Ping An fruit and looked at it, then asked him again: "How do you manage so many apples and oranges? You probably won't be able to eat them all if they go bad?"
Jing Ci was also a little worried, and said helplessly, "I can only eat quickly."
But the next day, Yingjiao solved the problem for him.
These days Yingjiao is a little bit upset, those crazy bees and butterflies usually forget about flirting with Jingci on the forum, but now they dare to follow the smell to find the class!
It just doesn't make sense!
He looked at the box of fruit between the two seats, and sneered, "Little classmate, you are quite popular."
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip in embarrassment: "No." He fiddled with the top apple, worrying: "Eat it quickly, or it will go bad."
Yingjiao is well aware of his habit of not wasting. With a twitch in his heart, he smothered the evil and added fuel: "The weather is so humid, don't think about it, it must be bad, and I don't know how many things will be wasted by then."
"Ah." Jing Ci felt distressed just thinking about it, he frowned subconsciously: "Then what should we do?"
Yingjiao's goal was achieved, and he leaned into Jing Ci's ear and whispered, "Brother, help you deal with it?"
"How to deal with it?"
Yingjiao said: "Just hold the office and distribute it to the teachers. After all, the size is also a festival, so let the teachers have fun too."
Jing Ci's eyes lit up: "Okay."
It's not good to pass on the gifts that others gave him to other classmates, but it's okay to give it to the teacher.
After he finished speaking, he reached out and wanted to pick up the box. As soon as he lowered his head, he was grabbed by Yingjiao.
Yingjiao flicked his forehead lightly, rolled up his sleeves with a light smile: "With me here, can you do this job?"
He bent down, picked up the box of fruit and put it on the table, and greeted Zheng Que: "Old Zheng, come and help me to share some fruit in the office."
Zheng Que was playing games with headphones on, but he didn't hear him, and He Porridge and Peng Chengcheng were not in the classroom, so Yingjiao could only walk over to find him.
Jing Ci took a sneak peek at his back, then at the pile of Ping An apples under Yingjiao's seat, and then his eyes fell on the pink-wrapped apple on top.
These days, Yingjiao received only a lot more peace fruits than him. He doesn't care about anything else, except this pink...
Jing Ci lowered his eyes and hesitated for a second, then quickly bent down to pick up the apple, and put it into the box with a sigh of guilt.
When the apple was delivered, Yingjiao was not there, but he was. He remembered that the classmate who helped carry it said that it was a gift from Qiao Anyan.
It was the first time he did this kind of thing, Jing Ji's heart was beating fast, and his palms were slightly sweating. It doesn't matter if you call him despicable or scheming, but he just doesn't want Yingjiao to accept Qiao Anyan's things.
Yingjiao brought Zheng Que over.
Zheng Que was still wondering: "Brother Jiao, why did you think of giving the teacher a safe fruit?"
They didn't do that in previous years.
Yingjiao glanced at him: "Do you still have a conscience? It's so hard for the teacher to teach us knowledge every day in wind and rain. Why can't we give a gift during the holidays?"
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que stared at him, and while walking towards the door, he complained: "Okay, you have a high level of consciousness, and we are not qualified to be socialist successors except you."
Yingjiao ignored him, and looked down at the safe fruit in the box. He didn't find the extra one, and said angrily: "Are they all primary school students? They also give safe fruit at Christmas. Chick—there is a pink one here." Packaged, childish, naive."
Zheng Que opened the door and waited for him for a long time, he couldn't bear it anymore: "Brother Jiao, are you still going?"
"Walk."
Yingjiao went to the office with a box of Ping An fruit, and together with Zheng Que distributed it to the teachers one by one, instantly making Teacher Liu the envy of everyone in the office.
When the two of them left, the teachers looked at the beautifully packaged Ping An fruit on the table and said with emotion: "If you want to say that the students in Class 7 have the highest emotional intelligence."
"No, after all, the family environment is different, and I have been exposed to these things since I was a child. Look, how good you are."
"Old Liu is blessed, those brats in our class don't think about this."
Teacher Liu was delighted to hear that, and pretended to be indifferent, and said in a rough voice: "What kind of luck is there, it's all a scam by the merchant. When I go back and talk about them, don't waste money indiscriminately in the future." gone."
Hearing this, the teachers in the office rolled their eyes in their hearts, if they couldn't beat him, they would have to rush over and give him two punches.
Yingjiao is in a good mood after finally solving the unsightly thing. After returning to the classroom, he took out a safe fruit from his schoolbag and handed it to Jing Ci.
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment: "For me?"
Didn't you just say that it was childish to give away the peace fruit
"Hmm." Yingjiao put one hand on the chair and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you think my Ping An Fruit is different from other people's?"
Jing Ci held it up and looked at it for a long time, but still didn't see any difference, so he remained silent and didn't speak.
Yingjiao stretched out a slender finger, fiddled with the outer packaging of Ping An Guo, and said with a sneer: "What pink do you use? Look, I will use red. How mature and stable are those childish ghosts able to compare?"
Jingci: "..."
The author has something to say: small theater, win pride: I, red, stable.