Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Mr. Liu was thinking about Jing Ji in his heart. He didn't have a good dinner. He finally endured the first night of self-study, so he carried his huge water bottle and walked quickly all the way to the class.

When he reached the sixth shift, he deliberately slowed down his pace, quietly moved to the back door of the seventh shift, and looked in from the back window.

Looking at it, I was instantly relieved.

Jing Ci was sitting in his seat honestly, with a copy of "May Three" spread out in front of him. Although the speed is very fast, it does not look like a serious problem, but it is good to be willing to write.

Teacher Liu nodded with satisfaction and walked in through the front door.

As soon as he appeared, Class 7, who had been noisy, suddenly fell silent, and the classmates, no matter what they were doing, were all looking for books in a panic.

Mr. Liu rolled the mathematics books in his hand into a tube, picked out a few of the most moving ones, knocked them on the head one by one, and shouted angrily: "You are jumping up and down, are you monkeys? Would you like to show me a monkey show on the podium? Ah? "

The students who had been beaten by him sat there honestly, not daring to say a word.

Mr. Liu is 1.9 meters tall, with bulging tendons all over his body, and his big hands are like those of a fan. Shave your head and add a gold chain, and you can be the boss of the underworld in minutes. Who would dare to fight against him.

"He Congee! Zheng Que! I think you guys are chatting very warmly, right?" Teacher Liu sneered: "Memorize "Pipa Xing" for me within this week! I'll check it on Friday!"

He Cong wailed, and the hand holding the language book trembled: "Teacher, I don't know if the pipa can do it, but if you want me to memorize this, I really can't."

As for Zheng Que, he didn't even know what "Pipa Xing" was.

He was still out of status, and when he heard the name, he thought it was probably an ancient poem, and immediately patted his chest and assured: "No problem."

Less than 100 words, there are still four days to memorize more than 20 words a day, no matter what.

He Conge glared at him angrily, wishing to seal his mouth with glue. He snapped to the page of "Pipa Xing" and put the book under Zheng Que's eyelids.

"No problem? Are you all right?"

Zheng Que looked at the densely packed several pages, dumbfounded.

"Don't memorize it, right?" Teacher Liu was not angry, he looked at He Congee: "The game console in the morning..."

He Congee surrendered in a second: "I carry it! I carry it!"

After cooking a few people, Mr. Liu walked over to Jing Ji and lowered his head to pick up the mathematics "Five Three" he was doing.

Mr. Liu originally wanted to tell him not to work hard in the wrong direction. At the beginning of learning, he should focus on the basics, and he should not be in a hurry to do the exercises.

Inadvertently swiped a multiple-choice question and found that it turned out to be correct.

Teacher Liu almost thought that he was dazzled, and continued to look down in disbelief, until he saw the end of the multiple-choice questions, but he didn't see a single wrong question.

"You..." Teacher Liu looked at Jing Ji with complicated eyes.

Jing Ji's heart was full of alarm bells, thinking that Mr. Liu found something, and was about to say the wording that had already been drafted, when he heard Mr. Liu's words—

"You memorized all the answers behind?"

Mr. Liu patted Jing Ji on the shoulder, racking his brains to think of words to encourage him. After holding it for a long time, I finally stammered out a sentence: "My memory is good, I can keep up with my efforts now, but don't do this in the future."

Jing Ji: "…"

Jing Ji said with a wooden face: "Yes."

"If you don't know anything, go to the office to find a teacher. Evening self-study teachers are free." Teacher Liu returned the workbook to Jing Ji, and said happily: "I will also say hello to the other teachers tomorrow. Don’t be embarrassed, if you don’t understand something, you have to ask. You need to be diligent in your studies. Our class is not far from the office, so we usually run a little more errands, so we don’t suffer.”

Jing Ji's heart was a little warm, he nodded: "I see, thank you teacher."

"Study hard." Teacher Liu encouraged him again, picked up his big water bottle again, glanced at the class with a warning, and paced out of the classroom.

After Mr. Liu left, Jing Ji picked up the pen and continued to work on the questions. He kept completing all the practice questions in one unit. He felt that he was full of electricity, and he was very motivated to find a notebook and began to organize the knowledge outline of each subject.

Yingjiao looked at him for a while, then turned around.

He Conge was holding a deck of playing cards and was shouting to find someone to fight the landlord: "Brother Jiao, come and come. Damn, I was killed by Lao Zheng. I must find some entertainment, or I will suffocate to death. Then Is the pipa trip done by humans? Is Bai Juyi crazy, writing these things to harm future generations!"

Zheng Que intends to atone for his sins, so he heard the words and said, "Take me one, and I'll come too."

"Go go!" He Conge pushed him aside, pulled Peng Chengcheng, who was lying on the table, up, shuffling the cards while sneering: "You are too stupid, I refuse."

Zheng Que was furious: "I'm stupid? When I didn't fight the landlord, I took the arrogant brother! Directly sent to the door to be cannon fodder, who are we stupid?"

He Conge shook his head: "I'm happy!"

Zheng Que was so angry that he rolled his eyes, threw his phone into the hole in the table, and stopped flirting, pointing at He Congee: "I'll be watching how you lose today!"

Yingjiao is very good at poker, and he almost never loses. He Conge and the others are usually not willing to play with him.

"Two queens." Ying Jiao leaned on the desk halfway and threw out two cards lazily.

He Porridge looked at his face, and then secretly went to Peng Chengcheng's side. Peng Chengcheng was very alert and immediately put the card upside down on the table. He Cong shyly withdrew his gaze: "Two 2."

Peng Chengcheng shook his head to indicate that he would not follow.

He Conge happily played another card: "Three threes."

Peng Chengcheng: "Three eights."

Yingjiao half closed his eyelids and didn't respond, the cards in his hand were tilted sharply, and his opponent could see it when he straightened up a little.

His mind was not on playing cards, all he thought about was the name Xue Jinxing.

Sounds a bit familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere...

He Conge called him tentatively: "Brother Jiao, it's your turn."

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and glanced at the table, absent-mindedly: "Two eights, right? I have two nines."

"Lao Peng has three eights." He Conge corrected him: "It's not Brother Jiao, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking?"

"You..." Yingjiao put his cards on the table and said thoughtfully, "Do you know Xue Jinxing?"

"I've heard of this name," He Cong looked at his head and thought hard, "but I just can't remember it."

Zheng Que followed: "I seem to have heard of it too, are they the perverts from the first class and the second class? The one who won the award all day long, Mr. Liu said, so it sounds familiar."

Yingjiao tapped on the table: "Probably."

"What's the matter, brother arrogant?" He Conge was no longer interested in playing cards, and put the cards in his hand: "This unsightly guy annoys you? Let's go **** him?"

"Forget it," Ying Jiao pursed his lower lip and smiled: "It's fine."

The provincial experimental high school one and high two evening self-study ended at 9:45, and the third year was 10:25.

At nine forty-five, the students of the first and second year of high school can go back to the dormitory. Of course, they can also study until ten:25, just like the third year of high school.

But the students in Class 7, let alone nine forty-five, left most of the time after nine.

Jing Ji had already agreed with Li Zhou, and he would go back to the dormitory with him at night. But Li Zhou's cell phone kept vibrating. He hid under the desk to answer a call and said, "Go back after school first, my friend brought a girl over to find me!" and ran with a grin. .

"Hey—" Jing Ji reached out and grabbed him, but he didn't catch him, he could only watch him disappear.

I was secretly worried about how I should find the dormitory later.

Ying Jiao watched him frown, searched Li Zhou's chat records over and over again, and the corners of his mouth were slowly raised.

Seeing that the classroom was more than half empty, He Conge couldn't sit still, and tugged at Yingjiao: "Let's go, Brother Jiao, go out and wave? Lao Zheng booked a seat in 1982."

1982 is an entertainment club near the school, Yingjiao and the others often go there to play.

"You go," Yingjiao refused: "I have something to do today."

Peng Chengcheng frowned: "Don't go home?"

Yingjiao nodded with a smile in his eyes: "Tonight in the dormitory."

Zheng Que was puzzled: "Why did Brother Jiao suddenly want to live in the dormitory? Didn't you say that the bed in the dormitory was uncomfortable and couldn't sleep?"

Ying Jiao skillfully turned the pen in his hand, and inadvertently changed the subject: "Well, there is something. You guys have fun, and I will put it on my account tonight."

He Congele went mad, and slapped Yingjiao's **** frantically: "As expected of my arrogant brother, he is open! Enough brother!"

Zheng Que smiled and blew a kiss at Yingjiao: "Thank you Dad!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Yingjiao gave him a kick and scolded with a smile: "Disgusting, get out."

Zheng Que didn't care, he dragged He Porridge and walked away with Peng Chengcheng.

Jing Ji originally wanted to go with the students in Class 7, at least find the dormitory first, and then talk about the rest when they go back. However, the students in Class 7 were all day students. After leaving the teaching building, they went straight to the school gate, and did not go in any other direction at all.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he was left alone in front of the teaching building.

Jing Ji was worried about whether to look for it himself, or to follow the crowd to the dormitory after the other classes were over, when a deep voice suddenly came from behind him: "Hello."

Jing Ji turned his head, Ying Jiao came over from behind, he was tall and straight, and his eyes were slack. She was wearing a white T, which was loosely attached to her body, and when the wind blew, she revealed a thin and beautiful body line.

Jing Ji was stunned: "What..."

"Let's go together." He said in a low voice from above.

Jing Ji didn't speak or move, he didn't forget the time Ying Jiao played him in the classroom just now.

"What's wrong?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily: "Don't you want to go back to the dormitory? Why don't you leave?"

He leaned slightly and leaned over: "Afraid I'll sell you?"

Jing Ji raised his eyes and glanced at him, this person still has the face to say? Have you ever done something that you don't have a clue about?

Yingjiao smiled in a low voice, his voice seemed particularly magnetic in the dark: "Little classmate, no, how can you think so dirty at such a young age. What can I do with you? Can you speak softly? Can you kiss? Can…"

"Shut up!" Jing Ji gritted his teeth, his ears turned red, glared at him fiercely, and strode forward.

Yingjiao smirked, raised his foot and chased after him.

The author has something to say: little classmate, come, brother teach you to kiss.