At noon, Jing Ci and Li Zhou went to the cafeteria to eat together.

They ran a little slower today. When they arrived at the cafeteria, there were long queues in front of several windows.

Li Zhou was impatient. After waiting for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and said to Jing Ci: "You wait in line here first. I'll go to the window to see what dishes are available today."

Jing Ci nodded: "Okay."

Li Zhou pushed aside the people in front of him and disappeared into the crowded crowd in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Que's sharp eyes caught sight of Jing Ci who was queuing up: "Hey, is that Jing Ci? He's here to eat by himself?"

Yingjiao followed his gaze and saw Jing Ci at the end of the team next to him.

He pushed aside He Zhi who was blocking the way and walked towards Jing Ci.

He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng looked at each other with understanding smiles on their faces: "Haha, man."

"Alone? Go to my place and wait in line." Yingjiao pointed in the direction of He Zhi and the others: "You can get food directly."

Jing Ci shook his head and refused: "No, you guys go ahead and fight, otherwise Li Zhou won't be able to find me later."

"It's okay, I'll find someone to help you keep an eye on him."

Jing Ci still shook his head.

"What's wrong, little classmate," Yingjiao chuckled: "How come we're still unfamiliar after holding hands?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes, "No, it's not good to jump in line."

Yingjiao was dumbfounded, this little pervert always had a lot of inexplicable persistence.

For example, don’t jump in line and don’t leave any food behind.

"Okay," Yingjiao knew that he couldn't be persuaded, so he stopped doing useless work and said, "There are many people in the cafeteria right now. There will definitely be no seats after you finish your meal. Then you can eat at my table?"

Jing Ci thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Yingjiao smiled and walked away.

He Zhou had already prepared rice for him, including squid rings, beef stew with potatoes, salt and pepper shrimps and a portion of Shanghai greens with garlic paste.

He was fat and had short fingers. He couldn't take away the two dinner plates and two extra bowls of rice. They were like a mountain, blocking the window.

The students at the back dared not speak out in anger, and could only secretly pray in their hearts that he would finish the matter quickly.

Yingjiao stretched out his long hand, crossed He Zhi easily, and picked up the dinner plate: "Let's go."

The dining tables in provincial experiments are usually tables for four people, and only a few large round tables are placed at the end of the canteen.

There were four of them, Ying Jiao, and they sat at a small table just right. He Zong was about to sit down nearby when he saw Ying Jiao walking straight towards the big table at the back without even stopping.

"Brother Jiao, what are you doing?" He looked at Zheng Que.

Zheng Que also looked confused.

Only Peng Chengcheng glanced back at Jing Ci, who was still waiting in line, and was the first to follow.

The aunt in the cafeteria had already mastered the cooking speed, and soon Jing Ci and Li Zhou walked out of the crowd with their plates.

Jing Ci ordered a piece of bibimbap, while Li Zhou ordered a piece of chicken cutlet rice and two extra braised chicken legs.

"Damn it, there are so many people, there's no place to sit." Li Zhou stood in the aisle with a frown on his face, worried: "What's going on? Is it possible that we still have to eat standing up?"

Jing Ci was about to speak when he looked up and saw Ying Jiao lazily standing behind him, waving to him.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned to Li Zhou and said, "Let's go there."

Li Zhou glanced in the direction he pointed and almost accidentally knocked over the dinner plate. He was about to say that there is nothing wrong with you, but you dared to share the table with Ying Jiao.

They saw Yingjiao pressing her phone and walking towards them: "Why are you so slow?"

Jing Ci said: "There are a lot of people." He followed Yingjiao all the way to the big round table at the back.

Li Zhou followed confusedly.

His mind was in a mess. He was thinking about when Jing Ci and Yingjiao had such a good relationship, and he was trembling at the thought that this might be a conspiracy.

The school bully shouldn't be eating and then suddenly put the dinner plate on their heads.

When I reached the table, I still didn't wake up. I aimed at a seat and wanted to sit down.

However, before his butt touched the stool, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. When he looked up, Ying Jiao was standing next to him, looking at him with a smile.

Li Zhou's hand holding the dinner plate tilted, and the chicken legs on the plate almost fell. He grabbed the plate tightly in panic, and found a place farthest away from Yingjiao and sat down while peeing.

Jing Ci wanted to follow him, but Ying Jiao took the dinner plate in his hand: "Where are you going? Sit down."

Jing Ci had no choice but to sit next to Yingjiao.

He Zhou saw everything and winked and sent Peng Chengcheng a WeChat message under the table——

[Your uncle from the He family]: Damn, Brother Jiao is really a slut. Did you just see his little moves?

[Peng Chengcheng]:...Hmm.

[Your uncle from the He family]: Do you still remember what he said before? 'I'm just kidding, Jing Ci is a pervert, his father will fall in love with him.' I want to know now if his face hurts.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Does he have a face?

[Uncle of the He family]: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha it’s still your old Peng Xiu!

[Your uncle from the He family]: Speaking of which, I feel like Jing Ci is no longer interested in him. It’s a pity that my brother Jiao is lonely and cold every day and flirts with others blindly.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Jing Ci: Sao Jie.

He Zhou had just stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, and when he saw Peng Chengcheng's words, he almost couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of rice.

Zheng Que was right next to him and was almost affected.

"Your uncle's He Porridge!" He raised the plate high and looked at He Porridge with disgust: "How many times did you smile while you were eating!"

He Zhou finally swallowed his rice and grabbed Zheng Que's hand: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, let me show you something."

He lowered his head, copied the chat history between himself and Peng Chengcheng, and sent it to Zheng Que.

"Pfft--" Zheng Que couldn't hold it back and laughed so hard that he was out of breath. For a moment, his quacking voice echoed throughout the canteen.

Yingjiao glanced at them coldly: "If you don't want to eat, get out."

Several people immediately shut their mouths tightly, no longer daring to be bold.

Among the people at the table, Jing Ci eats the most vegetarian food. It's not that he is reluctant to buy meat dishes. Although his relationship with Jing's father is not very good, his monthly living expenses are still sufficient.

It's just that Jing Ci suddenly changed his environment and didn't have much appetite.

He raised his spoon, broke the eggs on top of the rice, and started mixing the rice bit by bit in a clockwise direction.

Yingjiao glanced into his bowl and raised his eyebrows: "Is this all you eat?"

He eats very little in the morning and eats so little at noon. Does this little pervert have a bird's stomach?

Jing Ci nodded: "Well, this bibimbap sauce is delicious."

"Really?" Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci with a chuckle: "Give me a little taste?"

Jing Ci was not a stingy person, let alone just a little bit of sauce. The stone pot was a bit hot and he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, so he tilted his body to indicate to Ying Jiao that he could do what he wanted.

Yingjiao dug some sauce from his bowl and pushed his plate in front of Jing Ci: "Come and taste mine."

Jing Ci shook his head: "No need."

"It's okay, just have a few bites." Yingjiao threw the pot on He Zhou very ruthlessly: "I can't finish eating so much, He Zhou gave me too much."

He Zhou: "..."

He Zhou glanced at him without words.

Yingjiao has a lot of problems. When he eats, he needs at least four dishes and extra soup. When did he take too much?! Didn’t he just take the amount he usually eats?!

Jing Ji refused, but finally took a few shrimps from Ying Jiao's plate and left.

He Zhi was heartbroken and secretly sent a WeChat message under the table——

[Your uncle from the He family]: Lao Peng, do you think that if I tell Brother Jiao now and ask him to give me the unfinished food, how will he react?

He originally wanted to send a private message, but accidentally sent it to a small group of four people.

He Zhou didn't notice it. While eating, he peeked at his phone and waited for a reply.

Coincidentally, the two had just had a private chat, and Peng Chengcheng did not look carefully or notice that this was not a private chat, but a group chat.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Do you want to die?

[Your uncle from the He family]: No, don’t you think he is like a peacock with its tail spread out now? I can’t stand him anymore!

[Peng Chengcheng]: Hasn’t he always had this style?

[Uncle of the He family]: Hahahahahaha, you are a sensible person.

Yingjiao glanced at his phone while eating. When he saw the new message, he immediately sneered and freed up one hand to type quickly——

[Jiao]: Oh?

He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng's spoons fell onto the plates with a clang.

"Holy shit, shit!" He Zhou was so frightened that he was sweating. He hurriedly tried to withdraw the message, but it had timed out and could not be withdrawn.

"You idiot," Peng Chengcheng was about to urinate, and growled at He Zhou: "Don't you know this in the group?"

"Dead, dead..." He Zhou burst into tears.

Jing Ci had no idea what was going on. He looked at Yingjiao and He Zhou with a confused look on his face.

Yingjiao looked at He Zhou with a smile: "Do you want me to help you organize a funeral?"

"No, no, no." He Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead and lowered his head to eat, not daring to act like a monster anymore.

After lunch, Jing Ci and Li Zhou went back to the classroom, while Ying Jiao went to the toilet to smoke.

"Hey, Brother Jiao," He Zhou looked at no one around him and approached Ying Jiao: "What are you going to do about your guy?"

Ying Jiao bit her cigarette holder and said indifferently: "Tit for tooth."

He Zong thought for a moment and understood instantly. He laughed loudly: "The tail of this guy who is so eager to take the 211n exam is going to be raised to the sky. Those who don't know think he got the top prize in the provincial exam. I see what he did behind his back this time

What will he do if his classmates and teachers find out about this?"

Peng Chengcheng blew out a smoke ring and said with a bit of cruelty on his expressionless face: "Shall I break one of his legs?"

"Lao Peng, don't be so violent, what do you mean by beating and killing all day long?" He Zhi covered his mouth and smiled sinisterly: "We won't beat him, so as not to cause trouble to Brother Jiao. Physical pain is nothing.

You have to make him feel pain from the bottom of his heart!"

Zheng Que glanced at his fat and fair face and gave a thumbs up: "My fat brother is still tough."

"Zheng Que, your uncle!" He Zhou jumped up and gave Zheng Que a look: "Why the hell are you trying to call me Fat Brother again?!"

The two people immediately started fighting in the toilet.

Yingjiao finished smoking a cigarette, put out the cigarette butt on the concrete platform, slowly let out a breath, and greeted them: "Let's go."

He Zhou and Zheng Que walked out of the toilet in a fussy manner.

Several people walked all the way to the door of Class 7. When they entered, Yingjiao's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and glanced at his collar, then slowly turned half of the collar inside.

His movement was covert and fast, so Zheng Que didn't see it. He noticed it from the corner of his eye and kindly reminded him: "Brother Jiao, your collar is tucked in."

He Zhou had already seen Yingjiao's little move. Out of the lesson he learned at noon, he secretly rolled his eyes and said nothing. Unexpectedly, he was shouted out by Zheng Que, a second-rate fool.

He dragged Zheng Que inside and said, "Let's go, let's go. Brother Jiao's collar is none of your business!"

Zheng Que is a straight man with a very low desire to survive. He has no love for He Zhou at all. He shouted angrily: "Old He, what do you mean? Why is it none of my business? We are all brothers.

Let me remind you..."

His voice was loud and penetrating. As soon as he started speaking, half the class raised their heads and looked over.

Yingjiao turned to him with a smile: "Brother, can you shut up?"

Zheng Que's voice stopped suddenly, and he nodded blankly.

"Old Zheng, you can have some snacks." He Zhou sighed and pushed him back to his seat with pity.

Jing Ci was reading a Mathematical Olympiad book at his seat, which he had asked Li Zhou to bring from outside a few days ago.

As soon as he came across mathematics, he wouldn't know if there was an earthquake outside, so he didn't notice at all that his arrogant deskmate was back and was about to do something arrogant.

"Where are you reading?" Yingjiao leaned over and said something.

Jing Ci didn't look up and just nodded in response.

Yingjiao would not give up until he achieved his goal. He turned his eyes, put his slender index finger on Jing Ci's forehead, and raised it: "You are so close, be careful of myopia."

At this moment, Jing Ci completely woke up from the world in the book.

He turned his head to avoid Yingjiao's hand. He was about to say it was okay when his eyes fell on his collar and he suddenly paused.

Yingjiao noticed his expression and raised his lips slightly. He said shamelessly and righteously: "I'm just reminding you, you can continue reading. I won't disturb you anymore."

However, Jing Ci could no longer see it at all.

All he could think about was his half-tucked collar.

He kept reminding himself in his mind that neatness and untidyness were other people's freedom, and he couldn't meddle in other people's business.

However, the asymmetrical collar kept swaying in his mind, even if he tried hard to numb himself with mathematics.

He endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore and turned to Yingjiao.

Yingjiao looked at him frowning, struggling and hesitating, suppressing a smile in his heart, and pretending to be fine on the surface: "What's wrong, is something wrong?"

"The collar of your clothes," Jing Ji pointed at his neck, "is tucked inside."

"Huh?" Yingjiao pretended to be surprised, raised his hand and sorted things out: "Are you ready?"

Jing Ci looked at the collar that was becoming more and more messy and shook his head: "It's not that side, it's the other side. Just turn the collar inside out."

Yingjiao nodded and did it a few more times: "Is this so?"

"No," Jing Ci finally couldn't stand it any longer. He reached over and pulled out his collar, then straightened it carefully again.

Ying Jiao lowered her eyes and watched him sorting out her clothes with a serious look on his face, and the corners of his mouth became higher and higher.

Behind him, He Zhou pointed at them with a toothache on his face and said to Zheng Que: "Did you see it? Do you know where you went wrong?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que watched dumbfounded as Ying Jiao tricked Jing Ci into tidying up his clothes. It took a long time before he came to his senses in a daze.
Chapter completed!