Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji and Ying Jiao didn't wait too long in the school doctor's office. They took a bottle of iodine cotton balls, and after carefully listening to the school doctor's instructions, they went straight to the classroom.

When the two of them stood outside the door of Class Seven, Teacher Liu was writing on the blackboard. Ying Jiao waited for him to finish writing a paragraph before knocking on the door and shouting, "Report."

Teacher Liu glanced at the door and said, "Come in."

Yingjiao pushed open the door, let Jing Ji advance, and then followed. As soon as the door was closed, I heard Teacher Liu say, "Yo, you came back so quickly, and your wife's management has been cured?"

The students in Class 7 burst into laughter, and the boyish boy even whistled.

Win arrogant: "..."

Ying Jiao smiled and looked in the direction of He Conge and the others. He Conge felt guilty, quickly took the book to cover his face, and shrank his shoulders to pretend that he didn't exist.

Mr. Liu didn't think much about it, he already knew from He Conge about Yingjiao's fall, it was just a joke at the moment. These little brats in my own class are usually very showy, and there is nothing they can't do.

Last year, the school organized a social practice activity. At the end, a group of people took a group photo. He took several photos of two boys hugging each other and posing for a kiss, not to mention a wife who was strictly controlled.

"Where." Under the gaze of the whole class, Yingjiao was still angry, and he curled his lips into a smile: "Whether it's cured well, shouldn't you ask me, you have to ask Jingci."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar from below grew louder, and some people even applauded.

"Niu Pi Niu Pi! My arrogant brother Niu Pi!"

This time, the speechless person became Teacher Liu.

He was wrong, he shouldn't have started this way, and gave Yingjiao room to play!

Teacher Liu threw the chalk down and said impatiently, "You're still out of breath when you say you're fat, go back to my seat and sit down!"

Jing Ji was the only person in the class who was outside the situation. He looked at Teacher Liu and Ying Jiao in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

Yingjiao leaned on the back of the chair and explained to him kindly: "The teacher said that you are my little wife."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Teacher Liu, and said thoughtfully: "We are now officially recognized CPs."

Teacher Liu:"…………"

To shut up! He never said such nonsense!

Jing Ji: "..."

Jing Ji stumbled and almost knocked over the table.

Mr. Liu was so angry that his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he patted the desk and shouted: "Yingjiao, shut up for me! Still can't go to class?! I'll ask you to come to the blackboard to do the questions!"

Wing arrogant afraid of this? After all, he is now a mathematician.

It was difficult for him to be able to show himself upright and open, but he didn't want to let it go. However, when he saw Jing Ji's unnatural face around him, his Adam's apple moved, but he finally endured it.

Forget it, the petite wife is thin-skinned.

After class, Mr. Liu left with his book in his hand.

Jing Ji still didn't know much about what happened just now, and Ying Jiao shamelessly threw the whole pot on He Porridge: "Didn't I ask He Porridge to ask for leave for us? He has a bad heart and deliberately told Lao Liu that I was going to the school doctor's office. Strictly manage wives."

Under He Conge's unbelievable gaze, Yingjiao continued, "That's why Lao Liu said that."

Jing Ji... Jing Ji's ears turned red, he glanced at He Conge blankly, and was silently angry.

I secretly decided in my heart not to lend the homework to He Conge for two days.

He Porridge was smashed by a flying pot. After reacting, he rushed over angrily to expose Yingjiao's ugly face.

Yingjiao slowly rolled up his sleeves and said to himself, "I don't know if it's because of the fall, but my hand is always itchy..."

He raised his eyes to look at He Conge and smiled: "Old He, what do you think?"

He Conge suddenly came to an emergency brake, the fat on his face trembled, and then he silently returned to his seat without daring to say a word.

From this day on, the names of the seventh class students to Jing Ci have changed.

Originally it was all called by name, but now it's all called Ci Ge.

why?

The boss of the boss is not the brother.

On the forum of the provincial experiment, others were still discussing the provincial preliminaries of the five disciplines.

[I don't know if Jingshen can get the provincial one, but when will the results come out? 】

[Province One is sure to be stable. The top players in our school can't get Provincial One, so other schools will be in vain. Now we will see if we can make it to the finals. 】

[Ah, ah, ah, pray for my male god, I will definitely make it to the finals! When the time comes, let those people from other provinces see, we also have good people in Donghai Province, okay? ! 】

[Speechless, why do you have so much confidence in Jing Ji? Have you forgotten about Jiang Chong? 】

[Indeed, last year it was said that Jiang Chong would definitely enter the finals, but what about the result? 】

[Compare Jiang Chong with Jing Ci? Not a paragraph number, okay? Jiang Chong fell out of the top five in the whole school in this monthly exam. 】

[My brother Ci will definitely make it to the finals! ! Do not enter my live broadcast to eat Xiang! 】

[…The style of the seventh class is so recognizable, by the way, why are you calling Brother Ci again? Wasn't it the joy of our Jingji and our Jingji shouting before? 】

[Because Brother Ci is now our boss. 】

【? ? ? what the hell? What's the meaning? Are you ignoring win arrogance? 】

[Wives are strict, hey hey hey! 】

【? ? ? Does anyone understand? ? 】

【not understand……】

In the end, they are all people who can get high marks in the language test. Although the person who broke the news is unclear, but the context is based on the analysis based on the only clues.

This wife Guan Yan seems to be talking about winning arrogance?

And the people in Class 7 were shouting Jing Cixi again.

So, Yingjiao's so-called wife is... Jing Ji?

Wow, is Class 7 so exciting?

Although other people dare not talk about winning arrogance openly on the forum, but they dare in private.

As a result, the indescribable things between Jing Ci and Ying Jiao spread so widely that even Zhou Chao changed his name to Brother Ci after seeing him.

"Brother Ci, here it is!" After the competition get out of class was over, Zhou Chao took out a packaged apple from his schoolbag and stuffed it into Jing Ci's hand: "Ping An fruit."

Christmas is coming, and the school's small shop is getting ready early.

Not only a Christmas tree was placed at the door, but also a sticker of Santa Claus hung on the door, and oranges and apples were also packaged and sold to students under the euphemistic name of Pingguo for five yuan each.

High school students are in their puberty, and whoever doesn't have a crush in their hearts, usually hides it and doesn't dare to express it. It's hard to come across Christmas, how can they not find an excuse to send a peace fruit in the past.

Even if the other party doesn't know their own feelings, they are happy when the gift is given.

Of course, people who don't like it should also buy it, after all, who doesn't have a few close friends. Therefore, even if Ping An Guo sold more than ten times more expensive than usual, the sales volume was still very good.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and Jing Ji has received a lot of peace fruits since a few days ago.

At first, he silently remembered the other person's name in his heart. If someone gave him an apple, he would return an orange. If someone gives him an orange, he will give him an apple in return.

But as Christmas is getting closer, every time Jing Ji goes out and comes back, he will see a few more fruits on his table, and he doesn't even know who sent them.

Ask the people around, they don't know.

Later, he received too many fruits of peace, so Li Zhou made him a big box and put it under the table, and now the box is almost full.

"Thank you." Even if the friend's heart is received many times, he will still be happy. Jing Ji smiled at him and accepted his kindness.

"You're welcome." Zhou Chao grinned and waved his hands, and the two returned to the bedroom together.

After Jing Ji entered the door, he opened the zipper of his schoolbag and put the apple given by Zhou Chao on the table.

Seeing this, Li Zhou leaned on it: "It's the same person, why can you receive so many fruits of peace?!"

There was a box in the classroom, not to mention, and now they are all brought to the dormitory!

Li Zhou wondered: "I don't usually see you getting close to any girl. Why do they all come to give you peace fruits when Christmas comes?"

Jing Ji didn't know what was going on.

He had the same grades and looks in the last world as he is now, but he was like a transparent person in the class, and few people took the initiative to speak to him.

Jing Ji was not a warm-hearted person, so he didn't have a single close friend in his previous life.

However, after coming to this world, the situation is quite the opposite.

The classmates are very enthusiastic, the teachers are also very kind to him, and even other alumni who are not in the same class are always willing to mention him in the forum.

Jing Ci also thought about this issue. It stands to reason that the current world is a book or a book that has been written in part. The protagonist and supporting roles have been set, and the corresponding luck of each person has also been allocated.

He's wearing a villain cannon fodder character, shouldn't he be subconsciously ostracized by the whole world? Why is the reality the exact opposite?

There are many unsolved mysteries in Jing Ji's mind, but he lacks a key to open it.

"Speaking of which," Li Zhou picked up the Ping An Fruit and looked at it, then asked him, "How do you get so many apples and oranges? You probably won't be able to eat them even if they are broken?"

Jing Ji was also a little worried, and said helplessly: "I can only eat quickly."

However, the next day, Yingjiao solved the problem for him.

Yingjiao has been a little unhappy these days. Those mad bees and butterflies usually swear by speeches on the forum, but now they dare to follow the smell to find the class!

It just doesn't make sense!

He looked at the box of fruits in the middle of the two seats, and sneered: "Little classmate, you are very popular."

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip a little embarrassedly: "No." He fiddled with the top apple, worried: "You have to eat it quickly, or it will go bad."

Yingjiao was well aware of his habit of not wasting, so he moved in his heart and added fuel to the bad: "The weather is so wet, don't think about it, it must be bad, I don't know how much things will be wasted by then."

"Ah." Jing Ji felt distressed just thinking about it, he frowned unconsciously: "Then what should I do?"

Ying Jiao's goal was achieved, and he leaned into Jing Ji's ear and said softly, "Brother help you deal with it?"

"How to deal with it?"

Yingjiao said: "I will give it to the teacher directly in the office. After all, the size is considered a festival, so let the teachers have fun too."

Jing Ji's eyes lit up: "Okay."

It's not good to pass a gift that someone gave him to other classmates, but it's no problem to give it to the teacher.

After he finished speaking, he reached out and wanted to pick up the box. As soon as he lowered his head, he was grabbed by Ying Jiao.

Yingjiao flicked his forehead lightly, and rolled up his sleeves with a chuckle: "With me here, can you do this job?"

He bent over, picked up the box of fruits and put them on the table, and greeted Zheng Que: "Old Zheng, come and help me divide a fruit in the office."

Zheng Que was playing games with headphones on. He didn't hear him. He Cong and Peng Chengcheng were not in the classroom. Yingjiao could only walk over to find him.

Jing Ji glanced at his back secretly, then looked at the pile of Ping An fruit under Yingjiao's seat, and his eyes fell on the pink-packaged apple on the top.

These days, Yingjiao received only a lot more Ping An Fruit than he did. He doesn't care about anything else, only this pink one...

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and hesitated for a second, then quickly bent over to pick up the apple, and put it into the box with a guilty conscience.

When this apple was delivered, Yingjiao was not there, but he was there. He remembered that the classmate who helped carry it said that it was given by Qiao Anyan.

The first time to do this kind of thing, Jing Ji's heart beat fast, and his palms were slightly sweaty. It's fine to say that he is despicable or scheming, but he just doesn't want Yingjiao to accept Qiao Anyan's things.

Ying Jiao brought Zheng Que over.

Zheng Que was still puzzled: "Brother Jiao, why did you think of giving the teacher the fruit of peace?"

They haven't done that before.

Yingjiao glanced at him: "Do you still have a conscience? How hard it is for the teacher to teach us knowledge every day in the wind and rain, why can't we give a gift during the festival?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que looked at him with dead fish eyes, and while walking towards the door, he complained: "Okay, you are highly conscious, except you, we are not qualified to be the successors of socialism."

Ying Jiao ignored him and glanced down at the Ping An Fruit in the box. He didn't notice the extra one, and said angrily, "Are they all elementary school students? They even give Ping An Fruit for Christmas. Chi - there's another one here. Packed in pink, childish and innocent."

Zheng Que opened the door and waited for him for a long time. He couldn't bear it any longer: "Brother Jiao, are you still leaving?"

"go."

Ying Jiao went to the office with a box of Ping An fruit, and shared it with Zheng Que to the teachers one by one, which instantly made Mr. Liu the envy of everyone in the office.

When the two of them left, the teachers looked at the beautifully packaged Ping An Fruit on the table, and said with emotion, "If you want to say high EQ, it's still the best of Class 7 students."

"No, after all, the environment at home is different. I have been exposed to these since I was a child. Look, you can be more human."

"Old Liu is lucky, those little brats in our class don't think about this."

Mr. Liu was so happy when he heard it, and he pretended to be indifferent on his face, and said in a rough voice: "What is the blessing, it's all a scam of the merchants. When I go back and talk about them, don't spend money indiscriminately in the future. already."

Hearing that, the teachers in the office rolled their eyes in their hearts. If he couldn't beat him, he would have to pounce and punch him twice.

Yingjiao is in a good mood after finally solving the annoying thing. After returning to the classroom, he took out a Ping An Fruit from his schoolbag and handed it to Jing Ji.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment: "Give it to me?"

Didn't you just say that it was naive to send Ping An fruit?

"Yeah." Yingjiao put one hand on the chair and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you think my Pingguo is different from other people's?"

Jing Ji looked at it for a long time, but still didn't see any difference, he was silent and didn't speak.

Yingjiao stretched out a slender finger, fiddled with the outer packaging of Ping An Guo, and sneered: "What kind of pink should I use, just look at me, I will use red, how mature and stable, can those naive ghosts compare?"

Jing Ji: "..."

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: I, red, steady.