Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

If this happened in the past, Mr. Liu would have smashed the head of a piece of chalk and hit him to disrupt the order of the classroom.

However, Yingjiao has performed so well in the last month. Not only is he willing to study hard, but his grades have also improved.

Teacher Liu glanced at him with relief, and picked up the chalk again: "Then I'll repeat it. Others who don't understand should seize the opportunity to listen."

As he turned around, he said, "Did you see that, as a student, you should be like Yingjiao, work hard, and ask if you don't understand! You all have to learn from Yingjiao."

The other students in Class 7 were numb: "..."

Anyone who doesn't understand can ask! They want to eat now! !

I'm afraid that Yingjiao's foundation is too poor, and I still can't understand it. This time, Mr. Liu is more detailed. By the time the three quizzes were finished, six or seven minutes had passed.

He looked up at the time, quite reluctant to stop, his eyes turned to Yingjiao, and asked kindly, "Do you understand?"

The phone vibrated at the same time, Yingjiao ignored him and nodded at him: "Understood, thank you teacher."

"That's okay." Mr. Liu put down the paper in his hand: "This class is here, let's end the get out of class."

After speaking, he picked up the things on the podium, pushed the door and walked out of the classroom.

The bathroom has been delayed for so long, so there is definitely no need to go to the bathroom, and it is estimated that it will take a long time to go to the cafeteria. The students in Class 7 stood up with a gloomy face and were about to go outside. Zheng Que suddenly said loudly: "Don't go out, Brother Jiao treats you at noon today."

He shook the phone in his hand: "The meal has been ordered, your favorite, Yuewei Xuan."

Yueweixuan is a Sichuan restaurant near the school. The dishes are delicious and the ingredients are fresh. People from Class 7 often choose here for dinner. But this restaurant doesn't deliver meals individually, it only accepts group orders, so that every time they want to eat, they have to wait until the holiday.

Yingjiao put one hand on the back of the chair and said with a smile, "I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time."

The people in Class 7 were still a little emotional, but after hearing him say this, they were instantly happy.

There are ready-made, who is willing to go to the canteen to squeeze, not to mention the canteen has long been tired of eating.

Several boys who wanted to take a bath no longer bothered about taking a bath, and happily put down the things in their hands.

Why do they have to shower in advance? It's not that I want to save some time, so I can go out and have a good meal on Sunday afternoon!

Now that someone invites you to dinner, why don't they do it.

"Where, I can understand what Brother Jiao said."

"Brother Jiao, you don't have to go out later. When the meal will be delivered, we can pick it up."

"It's all trivial matters, Brother Jiao has spent a lot of money."

The courageous one came over with a smile: "Brother Jiao, you can save all your questions to the fourth class in the future, we don't mind."

The other boys also coaxed: "This is a good suggestion."

Ying Jiao scolded them with a smile and ignored them.

He turned to Jing Ji and said softly, "I've delayed you from taking a shower, aren't you angry?"

Jing Ji shook his head and said seriously: "If you don't understand the problem, you must understand it."

Yingjiao's heart warmed, how could their little classmates be so good.

"Brother take you out to wash at night?"

"Night?" Jing Ji was stunned for a moment: "I can't go out at night."

As he cleaned up the books on the table, he said, "I will wash it at school tomorrow."

"Don't," Ying Jiao even deliberately asked the teacher to drag the house, just because he was afraid that he would take a shower with a group of wild men, and it would fail: "There are too many people in the school bathroom, and there are frequent power outages."

He frightened Jing Ji: "Last time someone in our class was half-washed, and the foam on his head hadn't washed away, so he ran out of water, so he had to wrap his head in a coat and run back."

Jing Ji's action stopped.

Yingjiao saw that there was a door, and continued: "There is more than an hour between dinner and evening self-study. I know a place, close to the school, and there are very few people, so I can wash when I go there."

"Brother has a way to get out, don't worry, promise not to violate discipline, how about it?"

Jing Ji still did not agree.

Yingjiao took a deep breath and used his nirvana: "Our school's bathroom has been around for many years. The faucets in the same row are uneven. It's higher here and lower there. It's especially ugly."

Jing Ji couldn't help but imagined that scene, and suddenly his whole body began to feel uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Yingjiao raised the corners of his lips, satisfied.

Behind, He Cong patted Wu Weicheng's shoulder pitifully: "Squad leader, there are a million possibilities in an instant."

What are you dreaming about? You want to take a bath and rub your back with Jing Ji. Their arrogant brothers have never done this before.

This kid hasn't been beaten to death yet, it's pure **** luck.

Wu Weicheng was heartless, immersed in the joy of being invited to dinner, and almost forgot about taking a bath. Wen Yan rubbed his butt, and subconsciously answered, "Should we move forward or continue to wait?"

He Congee: "..."

He Congee: "Ignorance is real happiness."

Wu Weicheng glanced at him inexplicably, and was about to say something when Zheng Que suddenly said: "The meal is here! The meal is here! Come and get some boys with me!"

When this sound came out, the boys suddenly stood up and rushed out. Soon, there was a sound of laughter and slapstick in the corridor.

Class 7 was no more than no less, there were exactly forty people, and the meal for forty people moved in in a mighty manner. The scene was particularly spectacular. The students in other classes who watched it all looked sideways, guessing in their hearts what happened to their class.

Because of Jing Ci, Class Seven is now the subject of hot discussion on the forum.

Several boys who were carrying meals in Class 7 didn't get into the class, so I don't know who posted this on the forum.

[I just met the people from the seventh class to order a group meal, what are they doing? 】

[First Floor: [Picture] [Picture]]

[Second floor: Only the seventh class can do this kind of thing. Feng Datu clearly forbids ordering food outside. If he is caught, he must report criticism. 】

[Fifth Floor: When did those people in Class 7 care about this? But I have heard that Jing Ji entered the math competition class yesterday. Is it because of this that they are celebrating? 】

[Eleventh Floor: It should be because of this. 】

[Thirteenth Floor: No? Is it worth it to enter our school competition class? Class 7 people are so rare and strange. 】

[Fourteenth floor: The upstairs is yin and yang strange, what happened to our school competition class? Although there is no such school in the national competition, we still beat other schools in the provincial competition. 】

[Twenty Floor: I feel that Jing Ci should not participate in the competition. After all, the preliminary competition will start soon, and he has never learned it. 】

[Twenty-fifth floor: It seems that it is still on the twentieth floor. Jing Ci is really amazing, and the results are really good, I am convinced. But I feel that he made the wrong choice this time. Everyone else has practiced for so long. He, a person who has never studied competition, is going to mix it up now, and his results will definitely not be good. It is better to wait until next year. 】

[Thirty-third floor: It is said that the math competition class took the exam last night. Guess how many marks Jingci can get? 】

[Thirty-seventh floor: The visual estimate will not exceed 20 points, after all, it is a beginner. Jiang Chong from the first class said that it was so powerful at the beginning, and finally came back with a provincial second, and I laughed to death. I guess Jing Ji is not even as good as him. 】

[Forty Floor: Ah ah ah, Jing Ci is my male god! None of you are allowed to speak ill of him! What happened to twenty minutes! Gou Yigou scored more than 30 points, if the question is difficult, let alone save three, even save two is no problem! 】

[Forty-first floor: Is it stupid upstairs? What are the second and third prizes for? Self-enrollment does not look at all, and the college entrance examination does not add points. In our school, second prize and third prize = no grades, any questions? 】

[Fiftyth Floor: Don’t be arguing, anyway, the results will definitely come out tonight, I’ll look at it later. 】

[Sixty-sixth floor: To be honest, I'm a little curious, after all, it's been a long time since our provincial experiment has produced such a genius. 】

Jing Ji was originally the focus of students' attention. After this post came out, there were people who guessed how many points he took in the test, and they guessed every number from zero to twenty.

The landlord is also bored, so he even held a poll, and 95% of the people who guessed 0-10 points.

When the seventh class was eating, they swiped the forum and saw this post. Several people gathered together to discuss for a long time, but still didn't tell Jing Ji.

Even the scumbags know the difference between competitions and ordinary exams. Rather than let Jing Ji know that the pressure is high, it is better to hide it. Their class finally came up with someone who could learn to fight, but they had to be well protected.

A few people discussed with each other, Aite in the class group, and warned others not to say anything.

Previously, the original body was kicked out of the class group because Aite was always arrogant in the group and said some sticky words. After Jing Ji passed by, he didn't use his mobile phone much, so he forgot to add it.

After Yingjiao finished eating a chicken wing, he saw that the phone was on, he glanced down, saw the content of the message, smiled, and buttoned the phone screen.

After eating Yingjiao's meal, the seventh class instantly felt that the school bully was not so scary anymore.

Such a loyal person should not break someone's leg without any reason.

Thanks to this meal, Yingjiao inexplicably brushed a wave of favorability.

After the fourth class in the afternoon, the other students ran to the cafeteria to eat, while Ying Jiao took Jing Ji to the school gate.

The provincial experiment stipulates that even day students are not allowed to go home for dinner in the evening. So at this moment, the school gate is quiet.

The doorman of the school was sitting in the small pavilion, shaking his head listening to the storytelling.

Ying Jiao asked Jing Ji to wait for him outside, knocked on the door and walked in.

The two said a few words, and Yingjiao took out another pack of cigarettes and handed them over. The guard refused for a long time, but he refused, so he had to accept it, and scolded with a smile: "You kid will find trouble for me, go early and come back early, Come and order me here when you come back."

"I know, thank you." Yingjiao thanked him, went to the door to get his bicycle, and patted the back seat: "Little classmate, come up and take a seat."

Jing Ji changed his left hand to carry the plastic bag, jumped up, and asked Yingjiao: "It's far?"

"Not far," Yingjiao pressed his feet hard, and the bicycle rushed out: "Ride faster, I'm afraid you will be in a hurry."

Yingjiao didn't lie to him, it's really not far.

But what they went to was not the bathhouse in Jing Ji's imagination, but an apartment building.

"Where is this?" Jing Ji watched Ying Jiao lock the car and walked around, wondering, "Didn't we go to the bathhouse to take a bath?"

"No," Yingjiao pressed the elevator up and said, "I'm going to take a bath, but not to the bathroom, but to my house."

"No need," Jing Ci frowned, and wanted to back off: "I can just go to the bathhouse."

"What bathroom?" The elevator door dinged open, Yingjiao dragged him in, and pressed on the 22nd floor: "It's inconvenient with so many people crowding around, it just so happens that my home is near the school, Come to my house to wash."

He paused, afraid that Jing Ci would be uncomfortable, and continued: "Don't worry, there is no one else in my house, so I live alone."

Jing Ji was slightly startled.

How could Yingjiao live alone? Where are his parents?

The novel is described from the perspective of the protagonist Shou. In the early stage, attention was paid to the career line, and Ying Jiao was the protagonist to attack. The rare appearances were either fighting or pretending to be forced, and they were not described in depth at all.

Therefore, Jing Ji did not know his family situation.

He didn't ask more, afraid that he accidentally bumped into something that shouldn't be touched, nodded and followed Yingjiao into the door.

Yingjiao's home is a typical single apartment, which is quite large, but only has one bedroom.

The cloakroom, kitchen, toilet, and bathroom are all available. Yingjiao opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of mineral water, and handed a bottle to Jing Ji: "Drink some water."

Jing Ji took it, unscrewed the bottle cap and took two sips.

"Go," Ying Jiao wiped the water droplets from the corners of his lips, led him into the bathroom, pointed to the faucet and said, "Turn to the left for hot water, and to the right for cold water, put it away when you wash it later. When the water is released, cold water comes out at first."

"You can take a bath if you want, the bathtub is clean," Ying Jiao pointed to the row of toiletries above: "Shampoo, shower gel, etc., it's all here, you can use it as you like."

Jing Ji put the plastic bag he brought on the shelf, and said to Yingjiao a little embarrassedly: "Please, I brought it myself."

Yingjiao chuckled: "What's the trouble with this, I wish you came to my house."

He paused and asked Jing Ji softly: "Have you brought your underwear? I have new ones without me."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and said unnaturally, "I brought it all."

Yingjiao smiled: "Alright, my dress for you is probably too big to fit."

He swept around in the bathroom, and when he saw that he had nothing to say, he raised his feet and walked out: "Okay, you can wash it."

Jing Ji nodded and was about to close the door when Ying Jiao suddenly reached out and blocked the door frame.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at Jing Ji with a smile on his face, and said softly, "Little classmate, will brother come in later and help you rub your back?"

The author has something to say: small theater, arrogance and arrogance: just kidding, Wu Weicheng can rub, why can't I?

Deep down, arrogant: He came to my house, happy.