Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

That night, Father Jing tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He had put Jing Miao's phone back, and he could no longer go to the internal forum of the provincial experiment, and there was no way to get more information about Jing Ci, so he could only ponder in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more impossible he felt.

Jing Ci is his son, he still doesn't know what virtue he is?

He was not likable since he was a child, and his grades were even worse, and he couldn't compare with his younger brother at all. Now someone suddenly told him that Jing Ji actually studied very well, so how could he accept it for a while?

He remembered that he had just seen the previous exam results of Jing Ci posted on the forum. Before, all of them were zero points, and the last time was absurdly high.

Could this little beast be cheating by buying some wireless earbuds, as the news said?

Father Jing sat up suddenly, the fog in his heart dissipated instantly, yes yes, it must be like this!

Jing Ji is particularly like a mother, not doing serious things, and specializing in some crooked things.

Zhao Jinfeng slept soundly, but was suddenly awakened by his actions, and his temper suddenly came up: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

"It's all right." Father Jing lay down again, secretly making up his mind that he must call Jing Ci's head teacher tomorrow to reflect on the situation.

Otherwise, if things got worse, and relatives, friends and the woman knew that the son he raised was cheating in school, where would he put his face.

The next morning, the first thing Father Jing did when he went out was to pick up his mobile phone and call Mr. Liu.

However, after flipping through the address book, he was embarrassed to find that he did not have Mr. Liu's contact information.

Father Jing frowned for a while, then logged into QQ, which he had not been on for a long time, clicked on the parent group of Class 27, searched the chat records, found Teacher Liu's mobile phone number, and dialed it.

Mr. Liu has already arrived at the office now, and is about to go around the class to see if his cubs are causing trouble. Hearing the phone ringing, he glanced down.

No remarks, it's an unknown number.

Mr. Liu didn't want to answer, and this kind of phone call was usually for sales or lending. But think about it again, what if the parents of the students changed their numbers.

He clicked the answer button: "Hello."

"Mr. Liu? I'm Jing Ji's father." Jing's father introduced himself first.

Teacher Liu raised his eyebrows. This is really a rare thing. He has been teaching Jingji for more than a year. The parent who is a father does not come, does not cooperate with school activities, and has never even communicated with him. Why did you suddenly call him?

Could it be that he knew about Jing Ci's true achievements?

There were a lot of thoughts in Teacher Liu's mind for a while, but he still said politely: "Dad Jingci, is there something on your side?"

"I want to ask the teacher, did Jing Ci cheat in the last exam?" Jing's father put on the bluetooth headset and started the car to drive to the company. I'll educate him well."

Teacher Liu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled sarcastically: "Cheating? Who told you that Jing Ci cheated?"

Father Jing asked back, "Why not? How could he get such a high score?"

Mr. Liu's temper was always violent, and when he said this, he immediately became angry: "Why can't Jing Ci get a high score? It's easy to cheat in one exam, can he still cheat all the time in class? And Jing Ci's grade is not good enough. It can't be done by cheating!"

Teacher Liu took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Do you know how many marks you scored in the Jingci Olympiad Mathematical Test last time? 82!"

"This score doesn't sound high," Mr. Liu said solemnly, "but Jing Ci is the number one in the school."

Father Jing slammed the steering wheel, stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road, murmuring in disbelief, "This, how is this possible?"

Olympiad? Can Jing Ji's brain still learn math Olympiad? Why doesn't he know?

Father Jing was thinking about it when suddenly a car came from behind. The owner pressed down the car window, parked next to him, and scolded, "Can you **** drive? Change! Change! It made me almost rear-end! Hey, I just found out, the species is getting more and more these years. The less they come, the more and more types of idiots."

Father Jing was so scolded that he was almost heartbroken. He was about to speak back when he suddenly remembered that he was still on the phone with Teacher Liu, so he could only hold back his breath abruptly.

Later, the owner of the car saw him cowardly, and Xu felt that it was meaningless, so he slapped him fiercely and drove away.

On the phone, Mr. Liu was still saying, "Jing Ci is the smartest student I've ever seen, so let me tell you that, Dad Jing Ci, it's not just the Math Olympiad test, it's going to be the National Mathematics League soon. The teachers in our school are very good. Be optimistic about Jingjing."

"I hope you can cooperate with our work, pay more attention to Jing Ji, and let him meet the competition with a better attitude."

Father Jing felt as if someone had hit him **** the head with a hammer. He was in a trance. He didn't even know when Teacher Liu hung up.

Jing Ji, his eldest son who is like a gangster, actually did not cheat, but was admitted to the first place in the school by his own ability!

All day, Father Jing was absent-minded even at work, and his mind was full of speeches.

He tried hard to remember when his eldest son started to get better, but unfortunately, he ignored Jing Ji for too long, and couldn't even remember a little thing about him.

After finally waiting until the evening, assuming that Jing Ji had finished the exam, Jing's father immediately picked up his mobile phone and called him.

But after calling many times in a row, Jing Ji didn't answer.

Of course, it was impossible for Jing Ji to receive his call. There was still a week before the provincial preliminary competition of the National Mathematics League. Teacher Zhao did not know and found another set of papers.

Notify them two days in advance, go to dinner after the exam, and then come to the competition class to take the quiz.

Three consecutive exams were taken in one day. Rao was a group of top students, and some couldn't stand it.

Teacher Zhao didn't want them to be too tight, so as not to be in a bad state during the competition. After collecting the papers, I looked at the time and simply let them go back to the class for self-study.

On the way back to the classroom, Jing Ji suddenly wasn't sure whether his cell phone was muted.

He was silent for a while, and then went to the flower bed on the left side of the teaching building. Seeing that there was no one around, he called Father Jing.

During the time when the phone was not connected, Father Jing thought a lot. He didn't care how Jing Ji suddenly learned to this level. For him, the current result is enough.

Didn't Mr. Liu say that, based on Jing Ci's results, if nothing else, the top student in the college entrance examination did not run properly.

When the results came out, he set up a few tables, called his relatives, friends, and colleagues over to publicize the matter, which would be a lot of face.

Father Jing decided to have a good talk with Jing Ji, but the attitude he developed over the years cannot be changed overnight. After the call was connected, his mouth smelled of gunpowder: "Why don't you answer the phone? How many times have I called you? already?"

Jing Ji said indifferently: "I'm going to self-study."

Father Jing coughed awkwardly and paused for a few seconds before saying, "Tell me the truth, what's the matter with your grades?"

Sure enough, because of the results.

"It's nothing," Jing Ji lowered his eyes and looked at a small pebble under his feet: "I just want to study hard and don't want to mess around anymore."

If you want to study hard, you can start from the bottom of the school and get the first in the school at once?

Father Jing didn't believe it, but he didn't bother to look into it.

"You..." Father Jing considered his tone: "Listen to your head teacher, you want to participate in the math competition?"

Jing Ji hummed.

"Then why didn't you tell the family?" Jing's father frowned and complained, "How old are you, you're not as sensible as your brother..."

Jing Ji didn't want to hear any news about Jing Miao, he interrupted Jing's father and said lightly, "It's not necessary."

The few WeChat messages from Jing Miao really touched his heart.

He is indeed a person whose father does not love his mother, otherwise he would not have been thrown into the trash can naked shortly after birth.

"Isn't it necessary?" Father Jing raised his voice and immediately wanted to get angry. But when he thought of Jing Ji's current achievements and the glory that the future might bring to him, he forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart: "Are you trying to get angry with Dad?"

He sighed: "When you grow up, you will understand how your parents hate iron."

Father Jing tried his best to sound kinder: "In the future, you can go home on Sunday afternoon. Anyway, your school is close to home. You are growing, come back and ask your mother to make you something nutritious to eat."

After a pause, he added: "By the way, I can help Miaomiao with her homework. Your brother will be in the second year of junior high next year, and he will be divided into classes soon. This semester is very important, you can take him with you."

At that time, all two brothers in the family were admitted to prestigious schools, and his face was bright when he walked out.

Jing Ji said lightly: "Is he more important in the second year of junior high than my third year in high school?"

Jing's father frowned slightly, so it's no wonder he didn't like Jing Ji.

Jing Ji's character is too similar to that woman, especially extreme, always competing with his younger brother, and he doesn't know how to be humble at all.

"You have good grades, you can take the first place in the test, and you can still participate in the competition." Father Jing remembered the praise that Jing Ji liked his most in the past. soften him.

"Miaomiao is not as good as you, so you need to help him more. You are brothers, and your broken bones are still connected. It's great that you help him now, and he will help you in the future. You are almost eighteen years old, you should be sensible. ."

"Not good." Jing Ci was expressionless and said word by word, "He wants to improve his grades and find a tutor, but I don't have time."

"Class is over, hang up." Jing Ji lowered his eyes, turned a deaf ear to Father Jing's angry voice over the phone, and pressed the hang up button without hesitation.

He has no plans to repair the relationship with the Jing family, nor does he have the good quality of repaying grievances with virtue. Jing Miao is the only person in his two lives that he hates to the point of being disgusting.

Let him tutor Jing Miao? Go dream.

Jing Ji stood in front of the small flower bed for a while, rubbed his face, and then lifted his feet and walked to the class until his expression returned to normal.