Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ci was originally the focus of the whole class, but Ying Jiao made it so that almost everyone in the classroom focused their attention on the two of them.

The boys in the back row frantically slapped the table, whistled and coaxed.

The girls also gathered together and bit their ears, looking at the two with bright eyes.

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, embarrassed and shy, he glared at Ying Jiao: "Let me go!"

Yingjiao hummed: "What's wrong? Didn't you say you could hold it?"

Jing Ji immediately retorted: "I didn't!"

He Conge watched tremblingly for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He carefully pulled Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ji has an exam in the afternoon."

Yingjiao gave him a cold look: "I won't take the test?"

Can that be the same?

Before He Congee said these words, Zheng Que said from the side: "Yes, yes, Brother Jiao, let's talk about something after the exam. Jing Ji was bullied by the old witch today..."

Yingjiao looked at him suddenly: "Who?"

Zheng Que honestly told the scene that happened in the morning, and said again: "You don't even know, if Jing Ji hid quickly, half of the paper would be scrapped."

"It's really promising," Ying Jiao's right hand exerted a little force, and looked at Jing Ji lightly: "What did I say in the morning? Wouldn't you say a word if you were bullied?"

He gritted his teeth lightly: "It will work hard with me."

"It's nothing," Jing Ji struggled for a while, seeing that he couldn't break free, so he didn't move at all. Speaking of Zhang Jing, his tone was still calm: "After the results come out, I will use the results to speak."

"You are generous." Ying Jiao sneered, squeezed Jing Ji's hand with his fingers, and let go.

"Next time..." He said vaguely, "Let's see how I deal with you."

Jing Ji didn't understand what he meant, and didn't bother to look into it. After Ying Jiao let go, he shook his numb fingers and lay on the table to make up for his sleep.

In the afternoon, the exam was mathematics. This time, the invigilator of the Jingci exam room was not Zhang Jing, but two male teachers.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ji wrote the name of the class as usual before starting to browse the questions.

The test paper is not difficult, it can even be called simple for Jing Ci.

Jing Ji picked up the pen, and Chengzhu began to answer the question in his heart.

Coincidentally, this time Zhang Jing happened to be the invigilator of the Yingjiao examination room.

Zhang Jing is still the same set of rhetoric——

"Give me the exam honestly! If I find out that I have cheated, it will be light to memorize major demerits!"

"If you don't work hard at ordinary times, what's the use of trying hard during the exam!"

He Conge and Yingjiao were in the same exam room. As soon as Zhang Jing appeared, he secretly cried out in his heart.

At noon, Ying Jiao's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when he heard about Zhang Jing's actions against Jing Ji.

He Conge was still thinking at the time, fortunately, they usually don't meet Zhang Jing, the old witch. Unexpectedly, people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations, and it was such a coincidence that Zhang Jing became their invigilator.

Watching Zhang Jing lowered her head and counted the papers, He Conge was leaning on her waist and quietly slipped to Ying Jiao's side, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Brother Jiao, take it easy."

Yingjiao looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

"What are you doing, that student?" He Conge is fat and wide, and the target is very obvious. Zhang Jing's eyes are sharp, and he saw him at a glance, and suddenly became furious: "Do you still want to take the exam? Get out if you don't want to take the exam!"

He Conge gave her a cold look, walked back to his seat, and pulled the chair away vigorously. He moved too much, and the table he was driving shifted, and the legs of the table rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

"Who are you throwing to see?" Zhang Jing immediately came at him like a cockfight: "Which class are you from? What's your attitude!"

He Conge looked up at her with swollen eyes, "Class seven, what's wrong?"

Zhang Jing sneered: "Why don't you pull the chair?"

He Conge giggled: "Yeah, why don't I get up, teacher, pull me for a demonstration?"

"You!" Zhang Jing's face flushed with anger, pointing at He Congee. Just about to scold her, the male teacher who was invigilating her with her came over: "Forget it, Teacher Zhang, it's time for the exam."

Zhang Jing didn't want to endure it, but after thinking about it again, many of the students in Class 7 were from very backgrounds in their families, and they usually said a word or two.

She glared at He Conge angrily, and reluctantly lifted her foot back to the podium.

Yingjiao and the others took up a lot of people in the seventh class of the examination room. These people read the math papers like reading a book from heaven.

The atmosphere in the examination room was very peaceful.

Zhang Jing sat on the podium and stared at it, not relaxing for a second.

Ying Jiao glanced at her, tore off a small piece of paper from the scratch paper, bit off the cap of the pen and wrote a few words on it, formed a ball, and slowly threw it down the aisle.

Zhang Jing stood up abruptly, realizing that she had finally caught the cheater, came over with high heels, and bent over to pick up the small note.

The corners of Yingjiao's mouth twitched slightly.

He Conge was in a position diagonally behind him, he saw his movements early, and he was in a hurry.

I thought to myself, is Brother Jiao stupid, he laughed when he was caught cheating.

Is this the time to laugh? !

Shouldn't he rush up and grab the note first and talk about it? !

He porridge was going around in a hurry, but Zhang Jing was content.

I finally caught a typical example. These poor students are used to it. If I had met her earlier, I would be sure to take care of these people who eat and clean up obediently.

As Zhang Jing thought about it, she unfolded the ball of paper.

Then the next second, her face turned green.

The strip of paper was not particularly tightly rubbed, and there were not many folds on it. On the white and smooth paper, five large characters were written with a black water-based pen: Whoever looks who is an idiot.

Zhang Jing turned pale with anger and trembled all over.

"You..." She pointed at Yingjiao, her lips trembling and she couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, the male teacher who was invigilating the exam with her also came over.

"What's wrong? Really cheating? Hey, Mr. Zhang, don't..." The following words stopped abruptly when they saw the content on the note.

He looked at Yingjiao with a complicated expression, and was speechless.

"You..." Zhang Jing finally calmed down and asked Yingjiao angrily, "Which class are you from? What's your name? Stand up for me!"

Yingjiao sat motionless in the chair and looked at Zhang Jing with a smile: "Second and seventh class, Yingjiao. What's wrong? It's alright, I'm going to continue the exam."

Zhang Jing almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. She shook the hand and slapped the note on Yingjiao's table, shouting hoarsely, "Is this yours? Is it?!"

"Yeah." Yingjiao continued to smile: "Teacher, I didn't cheat."

Yes! She didn't cheat, but scolded her!

Zhang Jing stretched out her hand to pull Yingjiao: "You, you go out to me!"

Yingjiao dodged away from her hand and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

What else did Zhang Jing say? The door of the exam room was suddenly pushed open, and Feng Mao walked in with a few teachers.

When he was patrolling the examination room, he heard Zhang Jing's roar from a distance: "What happened?"

"Director!" Zhang Jing seemed to have found a backer, and ran over to Feng Mao, handing the note to him: "Look at it! Look at it! The students in Class 7 are all in the exam room. What are you doing?!"

"Okay, you were caught cheating, right?" Feng Mao took the note and glanced down with a sneer, "Let me see what's written on the note..."

Without waiting for Zhang Jing to stop him, he squinted his eyes and slowly read out: "Who sees who is an idiot..."

"Who sees who is stupid?!"

Feng Mao's face also turned green.

For a time, needles could be heard falling in the classroom.

Immediately afterwards, uncontrollable laughter rang out from all directions, and the teachers who followed Feng Mao couldn't help but turn their heads to hold back their laughter.

He Conge's face flushed with laughter, and he sincerely gave Yingjiao a thumbs up.

Sao or arrogant brother Sao.

"Whose?! Whose is this?!" Feng Mao gritted his teeth: "Stand up for me! I..."

"Mine, what's wrong?" Yingjiao stood up, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Did I cheat?"

The moment Feng Mao saw his face, his eyelids jumped.

Why is it him again? !

Why is it still him? !

Why is it always him? !

Zhang Jing was still whispering in her ears: "Such students must be punished! What, what is an exam..."

Feng Mao could not wait to slap her back!

Even if you see it yourself, show him the note!

Isn't this deliberately trying to trick him? !

Feng Mao took a deep breath and looked at Yingjiao: "You... come out."

"I haven't finished my paper yet," Ying Jiao leaned against the wall lazily: "What if I can't finish it and lower the average score of our class?"

Feng Maoxin said that the average score of your class still needs to be lowered!

But he was always inexplicably cowardly towards Yingjiao, he hesitated for a few seconds, and in Zhang Jing's unbelievable eyes, he put the matter down gently: "Okay, then you take the test well, and don't do these little tricks again. Yes. But this is not over, I will tell your head teacher!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left as if he was driven by a dog.

Ying Jiao sat down and turned the pen in his right hand leisurely. He met Zhang Jing's angry eyes, gave her a provocative smile, and made Zhang Jing sulky.

"Hahahahaha, you didn't see that Zhang Jing's face was green at that time, how did that song come from? 'I heard raindrops falling on the green grass', like green grass, hahahaha."

He Conge was a man who couldn't hide his words. When he returned to the classroom after the exam, he told Zheng Que and the others about it.

"Hahahahahaha, what the fuck, it's too showy, too showy." Zheng Que clutched his stomach and hiccups with laughter: "Zhang Jing is probably so angry that her lungs explode, hahahahaha, it's amazing."

Peng Chengcheng couldn't stand it anymore, grinning wildly.

After the others in Class 7 heard about it, they laughed wildly.

Jing Ji was doing the question quietly in his seat, and when he heard Ying Jiao's coquettish operation, thinking of the way he was throwing the note lazily, the corners of his lips curled slightly unconsciously.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: the fish is really easy to catch.