"Hey, little classmate," Yingjiao suddenly came over and looked at him with a chuckle: "Are you happy?"

The smile on Jing Ci's lips couldn't be taken back for a moment.

"Brother came back from bullying you." Yingjiao leaned lazily on the chair, his right elbow resting diagonally behind his back, and said with a smile on his face, "Have you vented your anger?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "I'm not angry."

Zheng Que, with his sharp ears, heard what he said and interrupted: "Jing Ci, your temper is too good now. If someone else does this today, why don't you throw the paper in Zhang Jing's face?"

"No," He Zhou came over and said with a smile: "You don't know, Brother Jiao killed everyone in the examination room today. Not to mention Zhang Jing, even Feng Datu couldn't stand it."

He Zhou laughed so hard that his whole body trembled: "I will never forget Feng Datu's expression at that time in my life, hahahahaha, he even read the content on the note twice! Hahahaha."

Peng Chengcheng couldn't help laughing: "Feng Datu can be regarded as an unforeseen disaster."

Yingjiao sneered when he heard this: "They are all pheasants, how can they be divided into cages and cages?"

Feng Datu is not a good guy either. He was the one who said in the office that day that the little pervert had bad moral character.

At this time, Peng Chengcheng couldn't help laughing, and the Class 7 classroom was filled with joy.

The corners of Jing Ci's lips curled up slightly, and when he met Ying Jiao's gaze, he whispered, "Thank you."

Yingjiao's smile made Yingjiao's heart itch. He raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to rub Jing Ji's hair.

Jing Ci quickly dodged away.

Yingjiao thought of his problem of not being able to touch his head, grinded his teeth gently, and lied without changing his face: "Don't move, there is a scrap of paper on your head."

"Where?" Jing Ci quickly stretched out his hand and purred on his head, and his soft hair rose up with his movement, making it tremble very cutely.

"It's not there," Yingjiao pointed twice in a pretentious manner, and then stretched out his hand and put it on Jing Ci's head: "I'll let you fool around with me..."

He put his palm on the top of Jing Ci's head and rubbed it twice in a self-serving manner.

Jing Ci was confused: "It hasn't been removed yet?"

Yingjiao glanced at him and smiled: "You're not messing around."

After Jing Ci heard this, he didn't dare to move again.

He faced Yingjiao, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and waited obediently for him to help him take off the scraps of paper.

Yingjiao's slender fingers were combing through Jing Ci's hair. After he was satisfied, he reluctantly put down his hand and pretended to make a discarding gesture: "Okay."

"Thank you." Jing Ci thanked him and turned around to continue working on the questions.

He Zhou glanced at Yingjiao with disdain and whispered, "Oh... shameless."

Zheng Que had already covered his eyes: "My brother Jiao...has he finally stepped down from the altar? Very good, very good."

Yingjiao gently rubbed his fingers, then lay down and went to sleep contentedly.

The next day's exams were Science Comprehensive and English.

Jing Ci has already taken two exams, which is enough for Jing Ci to figure out the difficulty of this exam.

Before going to the examination room, he specifically told Li Zhou: "I will come out early at noon and help you make meals together. Then you can come directly to me in the cafeteria."

"No, no, no." Li Zhou quickly shook his head and declined: "It's not urgent to prepare food. You can take the exam well."

"I have a sense of propriety." Jing Ci put his schoolbag on his back and said, "That's it."

After saying that, he walked out of the classroom directly.

Li Zhou was left alone, struggling in his seat.

Sometimes I am happy that my friend is treating me well, but sometimes I am afraid that he will fail in the exam because of a small gain.

After dilly-dallying for several minutes, until all the first-year high school students came into the classroom, I went to the examination room with pain and joy.

As Jing Ci expected, the Comprehensive Science course was indeed not difficult. In less than two hours, he had answered all the questions and even checked them again.

There was really nothing to do, so he walked out of the examination room under the contemptuous eyes of the invigilator.

The two teachers who invigilated the exam this time were the head teachers of the parallel class in the second year of high school, and they also knew that the last exam room was basically filled with students from Class 7.

A teacher casually put Jing Ci's paper on the podium and whispered: "It's really not easy for Old Liu. If nothing else, I can't teach these students in Class 7."

Another teacher said with a smile: "No, fortunately, Lao Liu has a good physique, and he seems to be able to intimidate people. Although our classes are not as good as the extraordinary class and the key class, at least occasionally someone will get into the top two hundred.

…”

He paused and shook his head: "It's not like Lao Liu, who ranked at the bottom of all the grades."

"Who says it isn't?" The teacher who spoke first sighed and looked at Jing Ci's back: "I handed in the paper so early, what kind of answers will I have to answer?"

Another teacher said: "Forget it, it's none of our business. I heard some movement in the North Pavilion. I'll go take a look."

At noon, Li Zhou found Jing Ci in the most conspicuous place in the cafeteria.

"Have you finished eating?" Li Zhou raised his spoon and looked at Jing Ji in disbelief: "What time did you come out?"

Jing Ci calculated the time: "About eleven o'clock."

"Fuck!" Li Zhou couldn't help but swore, threw the spoon on the plate, made a clang sound, stopped eating, grabbed Jing Ci's shoulders and shook him wildly: "Did you hand in a blank paper again?

?!Yes or no?!"

"Ri! Jing Ci and I are at odds with you!"

Seeing that the eyes of the people around him were looking wrong, Jing Ci quickly pressed him down: "No, I really didn't hand in a blank paper."

Li Zhou didn't believe it: "Then why are you so fast?"

Jing Ci said calmly: "I'll come out after I finish answering."

The questions were indeed not difficult for him. Many of the answers could be known at a glance without even the need for calculations on paper.

It was really unimaginable for Li Zhou to finish the comprehensive study within two hours. He analyzed it in his mind with great difficulty, and finally automatically understood this sentence as: Jing Ci answered all the questions he could do, but he couldn't do it.

There was really nothing I could do, so I had to give up.

Li Zhou looked at Jing Ci with tears in his eyes, blaming him for trusting his brother too much.

Seeing that Jing Ci has no hope of making it to the top 300 in this exam, is he really going to compete with Feng Datu for the trumpet?

The more Li Zhou thought about it, the more he felt sad and couldn't even eat meat.

As soon as he returned to the classroom, he lay limply on the table and ignored his deskmate Zheng Que.

Just when Zheng Que was about to ask him what was wrong, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Teacher Liu walked in from the outside with a dark face.

"Yingjiao, come out!"

Teacher Liu's child had a fever yesterday and asked for leave in the afternoon. He didn't expect that when he came to school so early in the morning, there would be such a surprise waiting for him.

Yingjiao clicked his tongue impatiently and lazily raised his head from the table: "Is that okay? I won't even let you take a nap. Whose fault will it be if you don't do well in the afternoon exam?"

Teacher Liu glared at him and ignored him.

Yingjiao grew up in the UK. Due to various reasons, he often flew back and forth between China and the UK. English was like his mother tongue to him.

Failed the English test because I didn’t take a nap? Shit!

"Tell me, why are you bullying Teacher Zhang?" Teacher Liu closed the classroom door and asked, "Do you know that Teacher Zhang cried yesterday?"

"Crying?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is your mental quality so poor?"

Teacher Liu had an old blood clot in his throat and almost suffered internal injuries: "Stop flirting! Be more serious! Why on earth?!"

Yingjiao put away the expression on his face and said seriously: "I reasonably suspect that Teacher Zhang is using unfair means to interfere with the legitimate competition between classes."

Teacher Liu plucked his ears in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Yingjiao told what Zhang Jing did to Jing Ci, and finally said: "Isn't this a naked abuse of the teacher's authority to interfere with the exams of students in other classes?"

What? Zhang Jing also drew a Jing Ci paper?

Teacher Liu really doesn’t know about this.

He was brainwashed by Yingjiao and almost said "Well done". Fortunately, he reacted before blurting out and changed his words: "You can't scold the teacher!"

"When did I scold the teacher?" Yingjiao spread his hands and looked innocent: "How did I know she would pick it up and look at it."

Teacher Liu couldn't talk to him, and he was also angry with Zhang Jing. He waved his hands with a dark face: "Okay, okay, don't play this trick with me. I don't know what kind of virtue you are? I won't do it next time."

Yingjiao nods optionally.

"Also," Teacher Liu said again: "Jing Ci has been studying very seriously recently. Don't go and tease him if you have nothing to do. Do you hear me?"

Yingjiao chuckled.

Neither agreed nor refused.

The last test was English. Jing Ci answered the questions in a leisurely manner, checked them again as usual, put away the test papers, and sat down quietly in his seat.

This time, he did not hand in the paper in advance.

Tomorrow is the month-end holiday, for two days in total. The cafeteria will not be open tonight.

The duration of the English test for the first year of high school is the same as that of the second year of high school, so even if he turns in the paper in advance, he will not be able to enter the classroom.

Perhaps because of the upcoming holiday, the people in the last examination room were so excited that the invigilator almost couldn't control them. When the bell finally rang to end the exam, both the teacher and the students breathed a sigh of relief.

Jing Ci didn't like crowding with others, so he waited until everyone left the classroom before picking up his schoolbag and walking out. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Ying Jiao facing him, standing in the corridor with one hand in his pocket.

His school uniform jacket was open, and the white T-shirt inside was wet and dripping. Opposite him stood a man, desperately apologizing to him.

Because the man's back was to Jing Ci, Jing Ci didn't recognize who he was at first. It wasn't until he spoke that Jing Ci suddenly realized that it was Qiao Anyan.

Is there finally an intersection between the two protagonists?

Yingjiao heard the movement and raised his eyes to look over.

Their eyes met, Jing Ci looked away expressionlessly, turned around and left.

This is not bad, maybe Yingjiao's attention will be attracted by Qiao Anyan, and he will be able to stay away from the plot.

He rubbed his aching temples and walked faster and faster.

"Hey you..." Yingjiao was waiting for Jing Ci here, but who knew that when this little pervert saw him, he acted as if he hadn't seen him and left directly.

Yingjiao grinds his teeth gently, he really needs to be dealt with...

He raised his foot and wanted to chase, but was stopped by Qiao Anyan.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Qiao Anyan blushed and tied her hands uneasily. She wanted to touch Yingjiao's T-shirt but didn't dare: "Can I wash your clothes for you? You, you are

Which class are you in? I'll send it to you after it's been washed."

Yingjiao looked down at the large water stain on his body and frowned when he thought that the person in front of him had drunk the water.

"No."

He doesn't like strangers touching his things.

Yingjiao bypassed Qiao Anyan and took two steps forward when someone grabbed his clothes from behind.

"It's all my fault, let me wash it for you," Qiao Anyan looked at Yingjiao timidly and kept apologizing: "Otherwise I would be uneasy..."

The feeling of the wet T-shirt sticking to his body gave Yingjiao a dense layer of goosebumps on his arms. He lowered his eyes, looked at Qiao Anyan holding his hand, and said indifferently: "Let go."

Qiao Anyan kept shaking his head and said stubbornly: "It's all my fault, I..."

"I let you go."

"No, I'll help you wash..."

"Get out!" Ying Jiao said coldly.

Qiao Anyan was so frightened by him that he let go unconsciously.
Chapter completed!