Hearing that Jing Ci was going to play basketball, Yingjiao took He Porridge and the others to a small shop to buy water.
The small shop is a bit far from the basketball court, and because there were so many people just after class, it took a few minutes for Yingjiao to walk to the playground.
Holding the Coke he drank in his left hand and the pulse for Jing Ci in his right, he stepped onto the basketball court with the corners of his lips curled up.
Just thinking about how to tease Jing Ci later, when he looked up, he saw a man smashing a basketball on Jing Ci's head.
Yingjiao threw the water on the spot and rushed over in a rage.
When the relationship between the two of them was not so good, Jing Ji didn't even give him a touch on the head, let alone being hit with a basketball.
Yingjiao kicked the chief student hard on the head, picked him up with one hand, and punched him one after another: "You are fucking courting death."
The tall and burly man was born like a rag bag in his hand, he was beaten so helplessly, he held his head and moaned for mercy: "Stop, stop..."
Yingjiao turned a deaf ear.
His face was cold and merciless, like an enraged beast.
The rest of the special students didn't react at first, but when they realized that their friend had been beaten, they rolled up their sleeves and were about to attack.
As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by He Porridge and others.
"Okay." He Porridge sneered: "The bullies have already bullied our No. 7 class."
At this time, the boys from class seven came over one after another. When they heard Li Zhou say that Jing Ci was beaten, they were instantly angry.
He Porridge and the others didn't need to greet him at all, and surrounded him spontaneously.
More than 30 people blocked a dozen special students, and their angry eyes intertwined on them, the effect was comparable to death staring.
When it comes to reading, they can't do it. As for fighting, when were they afraid
Damn it, their Class 7 is Jing Ci who can learn to fight, but they are still being bullied under their noses. Who are you looking down on
Rao is a specialty student who usually regards fighting as their main business, and has never seen such a battle.
You look at me, I look at you, but you don't dare to move first.
The leader laughed dryly and said, "Dude, tell me your name?"
Sign up? He Porridge snorted and ignored him. The group of freshmen thought he was messing around.
Give me a fart name, and you're done!
Peng Chengcheng took a step forward, his eyes were fixed on his two legs, and he was already thinking in his heart whether it would be better to break his left leg first or his right leg.
Only Zheng Que glanced at him, and then at the inhuman figure who had already been beaten, and sneered: "It's not good for you to touch anyone, but you want to touch my brother Jiao."
Hearing the word "Brother Jiao", and then thinking of the seventh class that He Porridge mentioned just now, the pupils of the special students shrank suddenly.
They didn't know who Zheng Que was talking about "Brother Jiao's people", but they knew Ying Jiao.
A dozen people looked forward at once, and it happened that Yingjiao raised his head, and that highly recognizable face was instantly exposed in front of the special students.
A few of the top students who were thinking about a big fight just now were instantly scared, swallowed in horror, and took a step back.
It's also because Yingjiao came too fast just now, and started beating people without saying a word, so they didn't see his face clearly at all.
If they had known that the other party was under the arrogance of Ying Jiao, they wouldn't have dared to do this even if they had given them a hundred courage.
Cowardly.
He Porridge cursed in his heart, and just about to say something, he saw Jing Ci walking up with a basketball in his arms, and went straight to Yingjiao and the special student.
"My resignation is because my heart is soft." Zheng Que shook his head and sighed: "This is going up to persuade the fight, Lao He, then shall we still fight?"
"Forget it." He Porridge looked at those special students who were cowardly, and then at Jing Ci: "After all, this matter has something to do with Brother Ci. He is a good student, so don't cause trouble for him."
"I thought I could move my hands and feet today," Zheng Que said regretfully, "If I say it, I should beat that guy up a little longer. I'm so courageous that I dare to beat Brother Ci."
He Porridge frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Ci is different from us. And you don't look at Brother Jiao's style of fighting, so you can't kill people if you fight for a while longer?"
Rao has been friends with Yingjiao for more than ten years, but when Yingjiao fights, He Porridge will still be frightened by his ruthlessness.
At this time, it is best for Jing Ci to go over and persuade. When Yingjiao loses his mind, he can accidentally hurt others, but he must not accidentally hurt Jing Ci.
Zheng Que scratched his head, glanced at the uneasy special students behind him: "Yes."
The special students also breathed a sigh of relief, the one who was beaten was their friend. But the one who beat them was Yingjiao, they didn't dare to go up to try to persuade them to fight, and someone who went over could be regarded as indirectly helping them.
The special students secretly thought in their hearts, let alone, nerds are sometimes very good.
Under everyone's expectant gaze, Jing Ci walked up unhurriedly.
Then they saw that Jing Ci, who thought he was going up to try to persuade a fight, held up a basketball and slammed it twice on the head of the special student without saying a word.
He Porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng's Class 7 boys: "..."
The onlookers: "..."
Zheng Que stared at the front dumbfounded, and stammered: "Old He, am I, am I blind? Is the person who just passed by Jing Ci?"
He Porridge stretched his neck, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't speak fluently: "Yes, yes."
Zheng Que couldn't believe it: "Is it so cruel that I quit my brother?"
Peng Chengcheng wiped his face with complicated eyes: "After all, he is the person that Brother Jiao has his eyes on."
"No..." He Porridge calmed down and suppressed the shock in his heart: "Did that special student roll his eyes because of their beating?"
Before Zheng Que came back to his senses, he mechanically said: "Okay, it seems to be..."
"Hey." He Porridge sighed, seeing that something serious would happen if the fight continued, so he had no choice but to go up and say, "You two... ah bah!"
He slapped himself hard on the mouth and said, "Stop hitting you two, it's almost enough."
Jing Ci didn't like to fight, after hearing He Porridge's words, he backed away with the basketball in his arms.
On the contrary, Yingjiao frowned to avoid He Porridge, and wanted to strike again.
He Porridge held him desperately: "Brother Jiao, it's almost over, don't cause trouble for Jing Ci."
"Let go." Yingjiao pulled He Piao's hand away, stepped forward, stepped on the face of the special student, and said coldly: "Jing Ci has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he has to look at ugly things that are symmetrical. He just There are footprints on one side of the face, I will give him another one."
He Congee: "..."
Feeling something was wrong, the physical education teacher who just walked over said: "..."
Who the hell is this? ! Fighting is not counted, and you fight so arrogantly, is it dead to be his teacher? !
"You guys from Class 27! And you guys from Class 19! Fight, right?! Come here!"
Jing Ci was still holding the basketball in his hand. He was afraid of delaying other people's play, so he wanted to hand over the basketball to others.
Who knew that as soon as he took a step, the boys in class seven subconsciously covered their heads.
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci raised the basketball: "You..."
The boys in class seven covered their heads and hid for a while.
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci squatted down helplessly, rolled the basketball to one of them, turned around and followed the physical education teacher.
Five minutes later, Yingjiao, Jing Ci, Li Zhou, and a large group of sports students entered the high school science office.
Teacher Liu is in a very good mood recently, and he no longer needs to drink chrysanthemum tea to dispel the fire. While writing the lesson plan happily, he glanced in the direction of the head teacher of Class 11.
Before the holiday, Teacher Liu found the head teacher of Class 11 and told him about Qiao Anyan sending love letters to the male students in his class.
Xu Shi, the head teacher of Class 11, didn't know how to speak, so he only talked to Qiao Anyan at this moment.
He didn't find a place where no one was like Mr. Liu, but said it directly in the office.
Teacher Liu was thinking about whether to remind him, when the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a large group of people rushed in.
Among them was a half-dead man who was supported by others. There was a big footprint on one side of his face, and he staggered a step, as if he was going to faint in the next second.
Tut tut.
Teacher Liu took a sip of rose tea and sighed in his heart, which class is this kid causing trouble again
Before he could swallow the tea in his mouth, the physical education teacher's loud voice rang in his ears: "A few from Class 2 and 7 of high school! Come and tell your head teacher why you are fighting?!"
Teacher Liu almost spit out a mouthful of tea, he put down his cup and stood up, looked over with a dark face, and finally saw his three at the edge of a group of people.
It's not surprising that Yingjiao fights, but Jing Ci... fights? !
Got it wrong
Teacher Liu frowned and walked over: "Yingjiao, tell me, what's going on?"
Before Yingjiao could speak, the door of the office was pushed open again, and the principal walked in with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back: "Is it so lively? What happened?"
After learning of Jing Ci's grades, the principal was so excited that he didn't sleep well for several days.
If Jing Ci can really enter the national training team, it will not only be of great significance to the provincial experiment and Donghai Province, but also of great help to his personal career.
The five major subject competitions have been going on for so many years, and other provinces even have junior high school students entering the finals, but Donghai Province can barely maintain a minimum number of places every year.
Because of this, the education in Donghai Province has been ridiculed overtly and secretly for countless times. Under such circumstances, during his tenure as the provincial experimental principal, he brought out a student who was able to enter the national training team. This is a great achievement.
The principal endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and quietly went downstairs.
Although he had told Teacher Liu several times, he was still worried about handing over such a good seed as Jing Ci to others. He had to see Jing Ci's study status for himself.
But the time when the principal went downstairs happened to be the fourth class in the morning. Coincidentally, he met Class 7 in physical education class.
The principal came excitedly, but unexpectedly saw an empty classroom. I had no choice but to turn back in disappointment and wait for the next time.
When passing by the science office of the second year of high school, the principal saw a crowd of people inside, as if something serious had happened, so he followed in, wanting to see what happened.
In fact, Yingjiao didn't know the cause and effect. When he saw Jing Ci being beaten, he didn't care to trace the cause, so he went straight to it and it was over.
Luckily, Li Zhou was clever, and even with words and gestures, he added oil and vinegar to the meal, and described the bullying faces of the special students clearly and clearly.
The teachers were still watching the excitement, but when they heard that the special student had sung Jing Ci, their expressions changed instantly.
Teacher Liu and Zhao Feng even had a murderous look in their eyes.
What is the most important thing in the provincial experiment at present
It wasn't the upcoming final exam, nor the enrollment rate, but Jing Ci's National Mathematics Federation.
But now, Jing Ci, who was about to participate in the finals in less than a month, was beaten!
Not on the arms, not on the feet, not on the back, but on the head!
That special student really knows how to choose a place.
"You mean..." The principal stepped forward and looked at Li Zhou: "He hit Jing Ci on the head?"
Li Zhou is a good hand at stirring up flames, and he nodded immediately when he heard the words: "Yes, he hit it with a basketball."
Hit it with a basketball!
The basketball was smashed!
Damn it!
The person they are counting on for the entire provincial experiment, the entire educational circle of Donghai Province, and even his future! On the second day after he had carefully instructed his subordinates to take good care of him, he was hit with a basketball!
The principal took a deep breath, and slowly glanced over a group of exceptional students.
The special students felt their backs shivered when he saw them, and they became afraid after realizing it.
The principal ignored them, turned to Jing Ci, and asked kindly: "How do you feel now? Is your head uncomfortable?"
As soon as Jing Ci entered the office, he felt the familiar headache. He scanned the room without any trace, and he met Qiao Anyan's unkind eyes.
The first few times we met, when Qiao Anyan had no ill intentions towards him, Jing Ci's head was just aching. But since the last exam, Qiao Anyan became more and more hostile towards him. So much so that after Jing Ji saw him, his head hurt more and more.
At this moment, his temples were throbbing, and he was trying his best to maintain his superficial calm. When he heard the principal's question, he subconsciously said, "Headache."
Headache? !
After hearing these two words, the headmaster looked at his pale face again, so that he didn't faint.
Don't break it, right? !
This, this final is about to start, what if something goes wrong? !
The principal suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart, and said to Teacher Liu: "Leave this matter to me, Teacher Liu, take Jing Ci out to have a look first."
After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Don't go to the school infirmary, go to the hospital outside."
"As for you..." the principal turned to the group of outstanding students: "Come with me."
After all, he was a freshman in high school, and he only saw the principal once at the opening ceremony, but now he was taken to the office by the principal himself, and he was very worried.
So why did they provoke Jing Ci in the first place? Let alone playing basketball now, I will cast a shadow on basketball for the rest of my life!
The most unlucky one was the special student who played Jing Ci, Yingjiao beat people without slapping his face, and specially greeted the most painful place on his body. Even though he was about to faint now, there were no scars on his face except for two footprints.
He was crying out in pain at this time, not to mention the principal, I'm afraid his friends thought he was faking it.
"Come." The principal opened the drawer, took out a stack of paper and pens, and distributed a set to each of the special students: "Take it."
The special students looked at him puzzled.
The principal sat on the chair and said with a smile: "Jing Ci, who was beaten by you, scored 747 in the last monthly exam. I think you beat him on the head because you looked down on this score."
"The teacher thinks you are very good and have a lot of pursuit." He pointed to the special student on the far left: "Starting with you, report to me the total score of the last exam in turn."
In the first semester of provincial experimental high school, there was no class division, and no biology class, so the full score was 950 points.
The special students didn't know what the principal wanted to do, so they reported their scores tremblingly.
I don't know what's going on, obviously they didn't care about the culture class at all before, but when they heard Jing Ci's score and thought about their own score, an inexplicable sense of shame suddenly rose in their hearts.
The principal nodded: "The highest is 290, and the lowest is 189. Since you think that those who take the test of 747 can take it casually, you must be very confident in your own scores."
"How about this, the teacher set a goal for you: the total score of the final exam is 350 points or more. Those who fail to pass the exam..."
The principal smiled and looked at them: "Don't go to the competition anymore."
When the sports students heard the bad news, they almost fainted as if struck by lightning.
They would rather be scolded and beaten than this kind of punishment!
Terrible, 350 points! Is this something that humans can pass the test on? !
Thinking about Jing Ci's 747 again, the special students instantly realized that they had really offended someone they shouldn't have.
It's okay to be violently attacked by Yingjiao, but has the mental torture started now? !
"This is for the future." The principal continued to admire their faces enough, and continued: "Now you can start writing your self-criticism. There is no organization, no discipline, and bullying classmates. You don't need to write too much, just 3,000 words will do."
The headmaster picked up the teacup and took a sip of water slowly: "I will review it after writing it, and I will hang it on the school bulletin board for announcement. If you let me see that your reviews have a lot of similarities, then all of them will be added. Two thousand words. Alright, let's get started."
Hitting someone is cool for a while, but after the beating, there are thousands of tears.
The high-ranking and talented students huddled in the principal's office, racking their brains with stiff fingers to write the self-criticism. Thinking about the unreachable 350 points, they wanted to hit the wall and commit suicide.
Don't talk about beating their heads, they will take a detour when they see Jing Ci in their life!
This man is simply horrible.
On the other hand, Jing Ci rejected Mr. Liu's proposal to take him to the hospital, and after repeatedly assuring him that he was absolutely not damaged, he was able to return to the classroom with Yingjiao.
Everyone else was on the playground, and Li Zhou didn't come back, so there were only the two of them in the classroom.
While rubbing Jing Ci's temples, Yingjiao looked him up and down, the hostility in his eyes hadn't completely dissipated: "Where did that bitch still hit you?"
"No, just that one blow." Jing Ji was afraid that he would be worried, and said again: "I hid for a while, and the blow was not severe."
"Fortunately, it's not heavy." Yingjiao pushed the hair on his forehead to the side, and sneered: "Otherwise, today's business will not be over."
Jing Ci pursed her lips and smiled, then raised her eyes to look at him: "My head is healed, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Every time he has a headache, Yingjiao will feel better if he touches it, not to mention rubbing it for him.
Yingjiao looked closely at his face and saw that he wasn't lying, so he put down his hand and was in the mood to joke.
He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, chuckled and said, "It won't hurt if I rub it?"
Jing Ci didn't think much about it, and adding that the facts were like this, he nodded: "Yes."
Yingjiao stared at his right hand thoughtfully, and murmured: "So my hands are so magical?"
"It can relieve your pain and make you comfortable." He suddenly smiled and looked at Jing Ci: "Is this the legend..."
Jing Ci was puzzled: "What?"
"Climax hand."
The author has something to say: Small theater, Yingjiao: Look at Jingci, I love you all the time.