Jing Ci turned around slowly, subconsciously straightening her back.
"I..." He pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "I want to look at the blackboard from a different angle."
"Huh?" He Porridge heard the words, and the expression on his face became even weirder. He looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: "You... look at the blackboard? What kind of century joke is this, look at the blackboard?! Hahahaha."
Zheng Que followed suit with a smile: "No, Jing Ci, what kind of ecstasy soup have you been given by Lao Liu? Don't talk about your hair cut, you still look at the blackboard. Will you tell me the next step, you want to study hard, right? Hahahahaha..."
Zheng Que's smile disappeared under Jing Ci's calm eyes.
"Fuck," Zheng Que rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, his voice raised a lot unconsciously: "Are you serious?"
Jing Ci hummed perfunctorily.
He used his peripheral vision to observe the eyes of the surrounding students without any trace, trying to get some clues from them.
"Old Liu..." He Porridge caressed the fat protruding from his stomach, and sighed sincerely: "It's a shame to be an experimental teacher in our province. If you are going to engage in pyramid schemes, what else will others do..."
Jing Ci casually took a math book from the table, and said casually: "I think this seat is very good, when is the next time we change seats in class?"
He Porridge grinned and said, "You don't know this, you still have to study hard. Our class changes seats every two weeks." He counted on his fingers: "Let's think about it. Yes... it must be the end of October."
Pushing Zheng Que, "Old Zheng, I'm right."
"Don't touch me." Zheng Que had just formed a group to play games again, and was pushed by He Porridge, and almost quit, he avoided He Porridge's hand cursingly, and raised his eyes to look at Jing Ci: "What are you doing? This seat is just across the aisle from your seat, so what's the difference?"
Jing Ci laid the groundwork for a long time, waiting for this sentence.
Hearing this, he immediately turned his head, and sure enough, he saw an empty seat in the penultimate row from the north of the middle row.
This should be the seat of the original body, that's right.
He was not in a hurry to go back, afraid that people would see something, so he lowered his head and began to read the math book in his hand.
The owner of this seat is probably the same as the original body. The books that have been written one month after the start of school still smell like ink. It was clean, without a single word.
Jing Ci browsed the catalog first, and it was completely different from his original textbook. The difficulty has increased a lot, and there are many contents that are only involved in the third year of high school.
The same is true for Chinese, not only there are a lot of texts that need to be recited, but there is even one more compulsory textbook.
As for reasoning, it is even more difficult. There is a chapter of physics knowledge, Jing Ci has never even touched it before.
It is worthy of being a cool novel of the class of academic masters. In order to highlight the strength of the protagonist, all reasonable and unreasonable things were added.
But for Jing Ci, this is not a problem at all.
He is not the type to study hard, nor does he study just to change his destiny. New knowledge, especially the new knowledge of science, has a fatal attraction for him.
If it wasn't for the unexpected situation of sitting in the wrong seat, he would have already immersed himself in absorbing new knowledge.
Jing Ci put down the book in his hand, tidied up the messy desktop, and then returned to his seat calmly.
"Fuck," Jing Ci's series of operations shocked He Porridge to almost doubt his life. He glanced back and saw that Zheng Que was playing games at a high level. He probably didn't recognize his mother standing in front of him right now. I had no choice but to turn back and touch Peng Chengcheng: "Old Peng, don't sleep, let's talk a few words?"
Peng Chengcheng looked at him, then glanced back.
Although he didn't say a word, He Porridge understood his meaning tacitly: "Don't fight, Lao Peng. If you dare to wake up Brother Jiao, I will dare to come over and chat."
Peng Chengcheng: "..."
Peng Chengcheng: "What are you talking about?"
He Porridge still felt untrue, he whispered: "What Jing Ci just said is true? Why do I not believe it so much?"
Peng Chengcheng rubbed his eyes, and said without interest: "I'll see it in two days."
"I heard that Lao Liu called him to the office to train him all afternoon." He Porridge glanced at Jing Ci's back, pointed to his head, and said quietly: "It's probably because he was stimulated here, and it's not normal. .”
Peng Chengcheng was extremely cold: "It's none of our business."
"That's right, it's good that he's like this, at least he won't pester Brother Jiao anymore." He Porridge smacked his lips: "I can't stand seeing his boneless appearance."
As he spoke, he smiled, and stretched out his hand to gesture for the position in the last three rows: "I didn't expect that there would be a person who wants to study in our VIP entertainment area, hahaha..."
Yingjiao watched He Porridge and Zheng Que, the two idiots, being tricked a little bit, their mouths were like machine guns, they uttered everything, and they thought they were very smart, it was a bit unbearable. See.
He rubbed between his brows, stretched out his foot and kicked He Porridge's stool: "Change your position."
Yingjiao and Zheng Que are at the same table, in the last row in the middle row; He Porridge and Peng Chengcheng are in the second-to-last row in the middle row, and further ahead is the seat of Jing Ci.
"Why?" He Porridge looked bewildered.
"Change as soon as you are asked, why is there so much nonsense." Yingjiao stood up impatiently, dragged He Porridge to the back, and sat behind Jing Ci by himself.
"Why is one more abnormal than the other tonight." He Porridge muttered, and sat down in a daze.
The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, he clicked on it, and Yingjiao sent him a red envelope.
He Porridge accepted it with a smile on his face, and gave Yingjiao a peevish look: "Oh, as expected of my brother Jiao, he's just generous. It's just a change of seat, what kind of red envelopes are given, please be polite."
Yingjiao gave him a sympathetic look: "Buy some walnuts to replenish your brain."
He Congee: "..."
Yingjiao put his elbows on his chin, leaned his body slightly and looked forward, Jing Ci was emptying the books in the table hole.
Jing Ci has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the most important thing is to look at things that have to be neat. However, the original table hole was not only messy, but also extremely dirty. I don't know how long the snacks have been scattered everywhere, and some of them have green hairs.
Jing Ji endured the discomfort all over his body, found a rag under the chair, and wiped the seat from the inside to the outside, leaving no corners untouched.
It wasn't until those old stains were cleaned up, and the tabletop was wiped so that it was almost gleaming, that the rags were washed, neatly folded, and the textbooks started to be packed.
There was a blue plastic bookshelf on the original table, it was installed so-so, the bottom was uneven, and it wobbled when touched lightly.
Jing Ci looked upset, so he simply disassembled the bookshelf and reinstalled it, placing it neatly on the upper left corner of the table. Then put the textbooks into the bookshelf one by one in order of subject and size.
Li Zhou, his deskmate, had a panoramic view of his movements, endured and endured, and leaned over to touch Jing Ci's forehead.
Jing Ci frowned and looked at him puzzled.
Li Zhou murmured: "I don't have a fever..."
He looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: "You, are you crazy?"
"what?"
"Just..." Li Zhou said with gestures: "It's just that you said to study hard, this is too unlike your style."
Jing Ci was in a good mood looking at the refreshed desktop. He glanced at Li Zhou and asked, "What's my style? Isn't the main task of students studying?"
Li Zhou shivered abruptly at what he said, turned his head in a daze, and didn't recover for a long time.
While tidying up the textbooks just now, Jing Ji paid special attention to it, and found that although the original body was an out-and-out scumbag, he really bought a lot of workbooks and the like.
Not to mention the basic "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and "Comprehensive Explanation of Textbooks for Middle School Students", there are also many tutorial books that he has never heard of, probably forced to buy by the teacher of the provincial experiment.
The original body was very bachelor, and he didn't write a single word, which happened to be cheap for Jing Ci.
Jing Ci already has a study plan at this moment, first listen to the class for a few days, observe the teaching progress of the provincial experimental teacher, and then simply sort out the knowledge points of each subject, check for omissions and fill in the gaps.
Everything was arranged clearly, Jing Ci opened the mathematics "Five Three", calmed down after doing a few parabola problems, and took out the original phone from the hole in the table.
Jing Ji remembered that the description of Yuanzheng's family in the novel meant that after his parents divorced, they started their own families. He has a half brother and a half sister.
Yuanshen lived with his father, but usually he did not go to school, but took care of the dormitory.
But since he has been transmigrated into the novel, who knows if there are any changes in other places, it is better to verify it.
Jing Ci tried to unlock the lock with his fingerprint, clicked on the chat software, and looked down a little bit along the chat box on the left.
Yuanshen didn't have any close friends, and the only person who talked a lot was Li Zhou at the same table. Jing Ci scrolled up and found that Li Zhou was still Yuan's roommate.
After writing down the key information in the chat log, Jing Ji continued to look down, skipping a few unnutritious conversations, he found the conversation log between Yuanshen and his parents.
As written in the novel, the relationship between the original body and his parents is not close. What Jing Ji saw was not so much chat records, but transfer records.
But there was almost no daily communication, Jing Ci just scrolled up casually, and the time was displayed to a year ago.
Putting down the phone, Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
This is good news for him, if Yuanzheng and his parents are very close, no matter how careful he is, he will reveal his secrets. According to the current situation, even if he has changed a lot, it will be a long time before the original parents realize it.
And for adolescent boys, they are suddenly stimulated and want to work hard and stop falling. This is a perfectly normal thing, and it will not be abrupt, let alone weird.
"Hey, Jing Ci." Li Zhou didn't know when he came over again. He looked at the mobile phone in Jing Ci's hand teasingly, "Don't you want to study hard, why did you start looking at the mobile phone again? Come on, which one of us will follow?" Who, just tell me the truth, is this your new plan to chase after Yingjiao?"
Behind him, Yingjiao's ears perked up quietly.
Jing Ci put away the phone, opened "The Complete Explanation of Textbooks for Middle School Students", and calmly denied: "No."
Li Zhou: "You tell me, I promise not to tell others."
Jing Ci had no choice but to say, "No."
"I don't believe it." Li Zhou took the book away from his hand, and chased after him step by step: "Unless you like someone else and change your target."
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Li Zhou's mind, his eyes widened, as if he had discovered a new continent, he held on to Jing Ci: "Really, you have moved on, haven't you?"
"Yes, yes, it must be so!"
"Who? Who is that person? Do I know him?"
"Is it particularly good at studying? Is it a super long class?"
"What's your name? Tell me! Tell me!"
Li Zhou believed in his own judgment very much. No matter how Jing Ji denied it, he firmly believed that Jing Ji's sudden change was for that person.
Jing Ci was so entangled by him that he couldn't help but couldn't wait to brush up on the questions. From the corner of his eye, he saw the cover of "Full Solution" on the desktop, and said casually, "Xue Jinxing."
Behind him, Yingjiao's eyes paused, and his eyelids drooped slightly.
The author has something to say: I, Yingjiao, even if I am single forever and fly a plane for the rest of my life, I will never date Jing Ci!
later--
fuck! Who is Xue Jinxing? !
Probe carefully on the edge of Gagen...