After Mr. Liu graduated with a master's degree, he entered the provincial experiment. I have also taught many classes over the years, so I am no stranger to this kind of thing.
Before each exam, the top students in the class will be surrounded by other students. Either touch your head, touch your hands, or rub a pen or an eraser, in the name of being a student, and hoping for good luck in the next exam.
It will be the first monthly exam of this semester soon, so there is absolutely no problem with Yingjiao.
There was a sudden ups and downs in his mood, Teacher Liu calmed down for a while, and his face looked much better now.
He glared at Yingjiao: "What's wrong with not being able to fit you in the classroom? You even came here on purpose!"
"Isn't this something to eat?" Yingjiao picked up the salt-baked pigeon on the window sill, and handed it to Teacher Liu: "Would you like a piece?"
"Take it away!" Teacher Liu turned his eyes around the food box and waved his hand: "Take away the garbage after eating, so as not to make it all over the corridor."
"Yes." Yingjiao agreed, picked up a piece of pigeon meat without hesitation, and stuffed it into Jing Ci's mouth in front of him.
A series of movements are done like flowing water, without any sense of guilt.
Teacher Liu glanced at him, then at Jingci, and couldn't help but think in his heart: There shouldn't be any problem with being so frank.
I must be sensitive, isn't it just interlocking fingers? There are so many boys in the class who touch each other's thighs and stack arhats. This little thing is nothing, not to mention the relationship between Ying Jiao and Jing Ci is so good.
It's that Qiao Anyan from Class 11 who led him astray.
Teacher Liu felt relieved, and his voice couldn't help softening: "Hurry up, go back to self-study after eating. What kind of academic spirit is there? It's the right way to do a few more questions when you have that time."
"clear."
"Jing Ci." Teacher Liu turned to Jing Ci again, and instructed: "You are going to participate in the second round of trials next month. If you have any difficulties, just tell the teacher, don't hold back."
Jing Ci had no expression on his face, but his ears were a little red, so he nodded. Probably because of the meat in his mouth, his voice was a little vague: "Thank you teacher."
Teacher Liu glanced at the two of them, said nothing, and walked forward.
For some reason, while walking, Teacher Liu suddenly felt that something was wrong. He thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of it, shook his head and put this strange thought behind him, and stepped into the class.
In the corner, Jing Ci heaved a long sigh of relief. Finally unable to hold back, he leaned against the wall behind him.
Yingjiao laughed and asked him to spit out the bones in his mouth: "Are you afraid?"
Jing Ci nodded, thought for a while, and shook his head again.
Yingjiao's heart moved, and he asked him softly: "If I didn't interrupt just now, what would you have said?"
"Just... just say that I want to be nice to you." Jing Ji tilted his head slightly, his cheeks were a little red, and he whispered: "The school still expects me to make further progress in the competition, so they won't treat me like that. What if..."
He pursed his lips, with a look of determination on his face: "If they fire you, then I will go with you."
"Aren't you afraid that others will talk about you behind your back?" Yingjiao understood Jing Ci, and knew that he was the last thing he wanted to reveal his privacy in front of others. He supported the wall with one hand, and looked down at him: "You are so well-known now, if it spreads, those who know it and those who don't know it will add the last sentence. And those keyboard warriors on the Internet will not let you go."
"It doesn't matter." Jing Ji raised his eyes to meet his eyes, and said seriously: "I just don't want to see or listen, and it's good to talk about me, so they won't pay attention to you."
"Stupid or not?" Yingjiao's heart was so soft that he couldn't bear it, watching his eyes become more and more gentle: "With me here, it's your turn to stand out?"
Jing Ci smiled embarrassedly, but didn't answer.
After a while, he suddenly said: "Brother."
"Um?"
"Then are you afraid?"
Yingjiao smiled: "I can't wait to hold up the trumpet and stand under the national flag to announce our relationship. Do you think I'm afraid?" He returned the chopsticks to Jing Ci: "Hurry up, it's too cold in the corridor, so don't worry about it." It's freezing."
"it is good."
After seeing this scene, Teacher Liu paid special attention to Ying Jiao and Jing Ci. After observing the two of them for a long time, seeing that they had no intimate behavior at all, I was really relieved.
It seemed that he was thinking too much. Teacher Liu looked away, announced that the get out of class was over, and left the door with his books in his arms.
As the monthly exams approached, class 7's recess was not as happy as before, and sighs could be heard everywhere.
During this holiday, everyone played wild, and the homework was hurriedly rushed out two days before the start of school. The results of the future exams can be imagined.
When people feel guilty and afraid, they will try to find a spiritual sustenance.
As a result, Jing Ci became angry, and almost the whole class wanted to join him.
Although Jing Ci has a cold face every day, he actually has a very good temper. Except for the head, no one is allowed to touch it, and the others are basically responsive.
"Is our class queuing up, holding the number plates that have been influenced by the god of learning?" He Porridge looked at Jing Ci's direction and sighed: "My brother Ci is almost becoming a mascot."
Zheng Que laughed out loud, he belonged to the kind who gave up completely. Not to mention being blessed by the god of learning, even if the grades are blessed by the Buddha, they will not get better.
"It's actually quite good, and you can get girls for free..." Before he could finish his sentence, Yingjiao beside him suddenly turned cold, stood up abruptly, and went straight to Jingci.
Zheng Que was silent for a moment, looked at He Porridge, and gloated out two words: "I'm jealous."
In front, Wu Weicheng stretched out his hand happily, and was just about to shake Jing Ci, when his body was suddenly knocked sideways by a strong force.
He turned his head in displeasure, and met Shang Yingjiao's cold eyes. Wu Weicheng shrank his head, and stammered a greeting: "Jiao, Brother Jiao."
Yingjiao looked at several people one by one with no expression on his face, until he looked at them with hairs all over, and then said lightly: "Want to get some luck in the exam?"
Several people nodded repeatedly.
Yingjiao snorted: "The nine-year obligation taught you feudal superstitions, right?"
Jing Ci has been the focus of the students these few days, coupled with Yingjiao's series of actions, it immediately made them the focus of the whole class.
There was no sound in the classroom, and everyone secretly glanced in this direction.
The school bully suddenly looks like this... Could it be that he wants to hit someone? But no one messed with him just now.
Yingjiao didn't hit anyone. He put one hand in his pocket and stood beside Jing Ci: "Then you see that I get so close to Jing Ci every day, should I be escorted by Peking University immediately, and Tsinghua University will fight for it?"
Wu Weicheng and the others shrank their shoulders, wanting to cry but not crying, they... just wanted some psychological comfort.
"Don't come to him again," Yingjiao leaned on Jing Ci's desk, looked around the class coldly, as if he was saying to Wu Weicheng and the others, or to everyone: "Otherwise... don't you believe this? I asked Zheng Que to hold the pens you use for the exam one by one."
Who in Class Seven doesn't know about Zheng Que's pitiful score
This level of threat was comparable to a nuclear bomb. Not only Wu Weicheng and the others, but the entire seventh class immediately gave up the idea of trying to learn again.
Although I don't know why the school bully doesn't allow them to find Jing Ci, but good omens can't be found, at least they have to avoid bad omens!
Looking at the backs of Wu Weicheng and the others fleeing in a hurry, Yingjiao gritted his teeth lightly: "They are used to it."
He can't even touch it now, these people are not polite.
Jing Ji's face was a little hot, and he explained to Yingjiao in a low voice: "They have no other intentions."
"That doesn't work either." Yingjiao snorted, lowered his eyes and said: "You can give anything like stationery, I will buy it for you if it is not enough. They are not allowed to hold hands, did you hear me?"
Jing Ji was willing to let him take care of it, and nodded obediently: "Okay."
Yingjiao's warning was very useful. Since then, there has been no one who came to Jingci. Li Zhou's tablemate who knows the inside story is even more so, and he almost draws a 38-point line between the two.
Time passed quickly, and it was the monthly exam in the blink of an eye.
In the first examination room, Zhou Chao looked at Jing Ci with a complicated expression: "Brother Ci, you have been escorted, so why do you still take the test?"
Jing Ji took out the pencil case from the school bag and placed it on the table meticulously: "I come to class every day, and I must take the exam."
"You..." Zhou Chao looked up to the sky and sighed, "Compared to you, I'm just a scumbag."
He suddenly slapped the table, stood up, and stared at Jing Ci with piercing eyes: "Really, Brother Ci, I just have one wish now."
Jing Ci was puzzled: "What?"
Zhou Chao: "I want to take the first place in the exam, so you just ask if you can help me?"
Jing Ci smiled at him, but said nothing.
Although he didn't know if the usual exams were useful, he would never let go of the slightest chance, not to mention that he would get a scholarship if he passed the exam.
Zhou Chao understood, he sat down numbly, erected a roll of draft paper in front of his eyes, and left a sentence: "You exam maniac." He never wanted to talk to Jing Ci again.
This time the exam was a provincial experiment, and it was a bit more difficult as usual, but it was no different for Jing Ci. He has a solid foundation and has gone to high school twice. The knowledge seems to be engraved in the brain, even if it has not been learned systematically for a few months, the answers to the questions are still as calm and smooth as before.
After checking the last English reading question, Jing Ci didn't sit and wait, and directly handed in the paper in advance and went to the cafeteria.
After he had eaten, the bell rang for the end of the exam.
The cafeteria suddenly became lively, and on the contrary, it was the teaching building. The corridor was empty, and there was no one to be found.
Jing Ci walked all the way to Class 7, and just as he reached out to push the door, when he looked up, he saw Yingjiao walking out.
Has he finished his meal or hasn't gone
Jing Ci tried hard to go in and ask him, but the door didn't open.
Jing Ji was startled, and then increased his strength, but he still didn't push away.
He raised his eyes to meet Yingjiao's smiling eyes, and understood that Yingjiao did it on purpose.
Jing Ji called him suspiciously: "Brother?"
Yingjiao curled up his lips and did not speak. He looked at Jing Ci, reached out and tapped on the small glass window on the door, holding back his anger: "If you say something nice, I will let you in."
In the past few days, although the contact between the two of them has not hurt so much, Yingjiao still avoids him as before. No matter what he said, he refused to touch him.
Jing Ji thought that he couldn't think well, if it wasn't for his personality, he couldn't do it, and he would rush over and throw him down.
Yingjiao saw that he did not respond with lowered eyes, thinking that he was worried about other people in the classroom. Just as he was about to tell him that he was the only one inside at the moment, Jing Ji suddenly stretched out a finger, and gently pressed it against his fingertip through the glass window.
Then, as if he had taken advantage of something, he bent his eyes and smiled contentedly.
The author has something to say: Little Theater, Mr. Liu: Fart, the relationship between my two students is pure and frank.
Yingjiao: Well, Tantan.