Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

He Congee Zheng Que: "………………"

Going this way, Peng Chengcheng, who was about to follow a persuasion: "..."

Peng Chengcheng's footsteps paused suspiciously, and then backed away expressionlessly.

He Conge took a deep breath, glanced at Jing Ji who was reading a book beside him, and said vaguely, "No, Brother Jiao, can't you be more reserved?"

Zheng Que put his right hand on He Conge's shoulder, and the dead fish looked at Ying Jiao: "Brother Jiao, if you want to do this again, I'll go fall in love tomorrow!"

It's like who can't show, fuck!

This kind of person hasn't gotten it yet!

"You?" Ying Jiao bit his pen, slowly turned the page of the exercise book in his hand, and sneered: "What made you feel that someone wants you? Is it envy? Or jealousy?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Ying Jiao glanced at Zheng Que with pity: "If you are really jealous, go to religion."

Zheng Que was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the topic suddenly changed so quickly, he wondered: "Ah?"

Yingjiao pursed his lips and smiled terribly: "At least he has a master."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was furious, pushed He Conge away and rushed towards Yingjiao: "Yingjiao! I am your uncle!!"

"What are you doing?" Ying Jiao easily blocked him, frowning and straightening the table that Zheng Que was knocking over: "Did you see that our little classmates are studying? A scumbag, you must have the consciousness of being a scumbag. , don't always cause trouble to others, okay?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que: "Fuck!"

Zheng Que wiped his face, pulled He Porridge and turned away.

Seeing this, Peng Chengcheng also followed.

"Tell me the truth," He Conge turned to look at Zheng Que in the corridor: "Old Zheng, did the biology teacher say that there is still a vein in the human body? I always suspect that Brother Jiao got through this. Pulse. This waved him, and our seventh class is almost unable to hold him."

Zheng Que had a toothache expression on his face: "How on earth did Jing Ji stand up to him?"

He said, puzzled: "No, I don't understand. Two months ago, didn't Brother Jiao still scold Jing Ci for being perverted every day? He also asked none of us to mention Jing Ci's name in front of him. Why is this? suddenly……"

After a few people left the teaching building, He Congee looked around. Seeing that there were no teachers around, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his pocket. He sighed, and concluded, "A man's words can be trusted, and a sow can climb a tree."

During this period of time, because Jing Ji took the first thing in the whole grade, the greatest pleasure of He Cong and several people was to browse the posts related to Jing Ji on the forum. up.

But after a long time, they couldn't sit still, and there was today's proposal.

Even if Yingjiao didn't go out, it didn't dispel their enthusiasm for skipping classes. Several people originally wanted to escape for a night of self-study, but Yingjiao was so angry that they didn't want to go back at all, and went directly to the west wall of the school.

In the beginning, this was the place where Class 7 took takeaways. Over time, a new use was developed: skipping classes.

He porridge and the others touched it quietly, but unexpectedly they encountered a group of people who wanted to skip class just like them.

"Fuck, Qiao Anyan's coercion is a slap in the face!" A person scolded while climbing up the wall: "When I said I was going to skip class, did you see that look in his eyes? I'm fucked, what's my turn? Does he look down on it?"

Below, a boy in a black skull coat rubbed his hands, grabbed a bump on the wall, and said, "He's so good now, doesn't our head teacher praise him every day? What a prodigal son, he's our role model. , of course I don't look down on those of us who don't seek to make progress."

The first person snorted disdainfully: "A role model? Just how many points did he get in the mid-term exam? It's like what he blew before. This one will memorize and that one will memorize. As a result, the prototype was revealed as soon as he took the test."

The black jacket grinned, and was about to say something, when he caught sight of someone behind him, and turned his head in alertness.

Seeing that it was not a teacher, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved hello to He Conge, and jumped off the wall skillfully.

"Is it the Qiao Anyan they said was the one who fought with Jing Ci?" He Conge turned back and asked Peng Chengcheng, "He has also started to study hard?"

Peng Chengcheng nodded: "it's him."

"He..." Zheng Que chuckled: "I was also infected by Jing Ci's aura of a scholar."

"also?"

Zheng Que pouted in the direction of the teaching building: "There is another arrogant brother."

"Don't mention him." He Conge clambered up the wall: "Isn't it good to skip class?"

Zheng Que patted his forehead: "Blame me, don't mention it."

While talking, several people quickly climbed the wall and left the school.

At this moment, Qiao Anyan, who was being discussed by them, was sitting in his seat, looking at a Chinese book with a pale face.

wrong! All is not right!

After being reborn, Qiao Anyan found that his memory and comprehension abilities had become very good.

He had obviously not been exposed to high school textbooks for many years, but he could understand what the teacher taught. The content that needs to be recited is even more, and you can remember it all by reading it a few times.

After the initial shock, there was a huge surprise. Who doesn't like golden fingers falling from the sky?

In the first month of his rebirth, Qiao Anyan was complacent and swore that he would be a blockbuster in the midterm exam.

However, he never imagined that it was precisely from that exam that his brain became as chaotic as it was before he was reborn.

It's obviously something I've recited, but I can't remember a word.

The questions on the test paper looked familiar to him, but he just couldn't do them.

After the results of the mid-term exam came out, Qiao Anyan not only failed to get the expected good results, but also fell directly to the bottom of the whole grade.

He thought that the exam was just because his state was not good, but as the days passed, Qiao Anyan was horrified to find that his head never recovered.

Every time he heard the teacher praise him for being diligent and serious, Qiao Anyan was very irritable.

What he wanted was to slap the face quickly, turn around and counterattack, instead of screeching like an old scalper, studying tirelessly every day.

Qiao Anyan held the textbook in his hand tightly, his face gloomy as if water could drip.

In his last life, he lived at the bottom of society, working hard for a salary of two or three thousand yuan a month.

In this life, he must be admitted to a good university and take a completely different path from before!

Since God has reborn him, there must be a reason, he will never admit defeat!

In the classroom of Class 7, Jing Ji, who was doing a math problem, suddenly felt like a needle had been pricked in his mind, and he felt a sudden pain. He couldn't remember the problem-solving idea he just came up with.

He put down the pen in a daze, raised his hand and tapped on his temple.

But the pain just now was like an illusion, it only appeared for a moment, and then I never felt it again.

Jing Ji didn't care, he picked up the pen and was about to continue working on the question, when Ying Jiao suddenly pushed a paper over: "Little classmate, I'm done."

This is a set of biological scrolls, which is the task assigned to him by Jing Ji.

Jing Ji raised his head and glanced at the wall clock, no more, no less, Ying Jiao just used the time written on the paper.

"I'll take a look at it for you," Jing Ji straightened the paper, changed to a red water-based pen, and lowered his head to start marking the paper.

Ying Jiao leaned against the back of the chair doing nothing, leaned back slightly, looked at the big red letters above the blackboard, and sighed sincerely: "Learn to learn, think hard, and strive to make progress, these eight words are simply tailor-made for me. of."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji moved to the side, ignoring him.

He really couldn't figure out how someone could show off a flower by themselves.

Jing Ji wanted to reduce his sense of existence, but Ying Jiao didn't plan to let him go.

He turned his head and looked at Jing Ji: "Little classmate, do you have anything to say to me?"

Jing Ji was stunned: "Huh?"

Yingjiao turned sideways, leaning on his chin with his hand, and looked down at him: "I refused to go out with He Conge and the others, and I stayed with you in the classroom, so you won't say anything?"

Jing Ji corrected him: "It's not to accompany me, it's to study."

"Who said that?" With a cynical smile on his face, Ying Jiao said lazily, "I would be here now without you?"

He leaned over and chuckled, "So shouldn't you praise me at this time? For example, brother Yingjiao is so good, so awesome or something."

The tip of Jing Ji's pen crooked, and uncontrollably drew a diagonal line on the paper.

He averted his gaze from Ying Jiao, and pushed his face aside forcibly: "Don't talk in self-study class."

"Just our self-study class?" Ying Jiao glanced at the class and sneered.

Tonight, with He Congee, a few of them took the lead, and the rest of the seventh class followed suit. Therefore, during the evening self-study, more than half of the classrooms of Class 7 were empty.

Most of the people who stayed were not studying, either playing games with headphones or chatting and gossip together. If it weren't for the lack of melon seeds and peanuts, it would be no different from a tea party.

Jing Ji pretended not to hear Ying Jiao's words, finished the previous multiple-choice questions, turned the test paper over, and continued to approve the following questions.

However, when his eyes fell on the answer behind the first question, he immediately froze.

He thought he was wrong, and closed his eyes deliberately. But when I opened my eyes again, I saw the same thing.

It was a biology fill-in-the-blank problem.

It is required to write one of the five categories of plant hormones: the role of abscisic acid, and three points can be written in the following remarks.

And Yingjiao's answer is really three dots, three real small dots, very neatly arranged on the horizontal line. Xu was afraid that he could not see clearly, so he thoughtfully drew it a little bigger.

Jing Ci: "..."

"What is this?" Jing Ji pointed at the three small dots: "This is the answer you filled in?"

Yingjiao leaned over to look at it, and said confidently, "Yes."

"You call this the answer?"

Yingjiao's right arm was slanted on the chair, and he said eloquently: "Isn't it required to write three o'clock? Am I wrong?"

Jing Ji looked at him blankly: "I asked you to write three points, not three points."

Yingjiao hooked his lips and said casually, "Really? Then this question is too imprecise and misleads me."

Jing Ji took a deep breath and told himself not to know him in general: "Can you be more serious?"

"Yes," Ying Jiao laughed, reaching out and pinching his face: "Don't be angry, I'm joking with you, I really don't know this question."

Jing Ji slapped his hand away with a cold face, took out the biology book from the bookshelf, quickly turned to a certain page, pointed to the page and motioned for Ying Jiao to come over and look: "Here."

He said earnestly: "Biology is different from other subjects, and memorization accounts for a large part. You have to read the textbook more and memorize the content of the textbook, and many questions will be easily solved."

"Okay," Ying Jiao leaned over and glanced over, chuckling: "I'll listen to you, I..." He was halfway through, and suddenly fell silent.

Jing Ji thought he saw something he didn't understand, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yingjiao moved his nose and asked him, "Have you changed your shampoo?"

Jing Ji was stunned: "How do you know?"

The shampoo he bought at the store last night was the first time he used it today.

"I smell it," Ying Jiao leaned over slightly, lowered his head, his tall nose pressed against Jing Ji's hair, and smiled: "Last time it smelled of lemon, what is it this time? Peppermint?"

His face was close at hand, and his breath gently brushed Jing Ji's cheeks, causing a tingling itch.

Jing Ji bounced off his body and distanced himself from him. He lowered his eyes and said unnaturally: "I don't know, I didn't pay attention when I bought it."

"How can I not know this, or..." Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Do you want me to smell it myself?" He paused for a while, and blew a rogue whistle lazily: "Little classmate, it's very scheming. what."

Jing Ji's cheeks flushed, and he glared at him angrily: "I said I didn't pay attention, I didn't pay attention! Does the smell have anything to do with you?!"

Ying Jiao smiled, lowered his head and whispered into his ear: "Why doesn't it matter to me, we are so close every day, isn't this smell just for me?"

The author has something to say: small theater, Yingjiao smiles: not to mention that brother Yingjiao is great, right? Next time, it will not be in the classroom.

I climbed up to explain, it's not stealing your brain, your brains are so big, you can't abuse, no abuse!