Originally, if it had happened to another person, it would probably have been a joke and it would have been over with a few words.

But Chen Miaomiao is a stubborn girl, and she is also a little afraid of being arrogant.

After hearing Yingjiao's words, before his mind could react, his body had already made a subconscious move——

She turned around and walked to the door of the classroom, shouting mechanically outside: "Jing Ci is on Brother Jiao's lap, no time to go out!"

When this sound came out, everything was silent.

The air seemed to be frozen. Those in Team Seven, whether they were playing cards, playing games, or chatting, all looked at Ying Jiao and Jing Ji like sunflowers that had found the sun.

Even the people in the corridor stopped and peered into the Class 7 classroom.

After a brief silence, Class 7 exploded.

The boys banged the table frantically, whistling and making noises, while the girls clutched their chests and screamed so loudly that they almost knocked down the ceiling.

The face of the girl holding the love letter froze, then she crumpled the love letter into a ball, stuffed it into her pocket, turned around and ran away quickly.

Jing Ci stood up suddenly, looking at Ying Jiao in disbelief with his mussed hair, "Are you crazy?!"

"What are you crazy about?" Yingjiao leaned lazily on the chair, curled his lips, and said hypocritically: "Isn't this for your own good? Otherwise, how would you get rid of that girl?"

"But..." Jing Ci vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he could solve complex mathematical problems, but he had no experience in these twists and turns. He lowered his eyes unnaturally and stretched out his hands to tidy up his hair: "You can't say that.

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"It's okay." Yingjiao had just taken advantage and was feeling satisfied when he deceived Jing Ci: "What's wrong with us two boys sitting on top of each other? Isn't this a normal thing?"

Jing Ci stopped moving his hands, raised his head and emphasized every word: "I'm not sitting on your lap."

"It's just an analogy," Yingjiao chuckled: "Really, it's very normal." He waved to He Zhou and motioned for him to come over: "If you don't believe me, why don't you ask He Zhou?"

"Ah... Hahaha," He Zhou laughed dryly. Under Ying Jiao's death threat, he nodded with difficulty: "It's normal. For boys, it's normal to take off their pants and masturbate together."

Jing Ci had never seen such a battle before. He already felt embarrassed, but now that He Zhou said this, his face immediately turned red.

Yingjiao frowned and looked at He Zhou, dissatisfied: "Are you obscene? What are you talking about?"

He Zhou: "..."

He Zhou was so angry that he pointed at the tip of his nose: "Am I insignificant?"

Who is he talking about so shamelessly?!

The river hadn't even been crossed yet, so they were in a hurry to demolish the bridge! He Zhou was so angry that he threw up his sleeves and left.

Ying Jiao turned to Jing Ci and continued to lie shamelessly: "You see, everyone thinks it's nothing."

Jing Ci didn't have any particularly close friends. After hearing Ying Jiao's explanation, he believed it. He reluctantly put those questions behind him and nodded.

"I have a few questions for you," Yingjiao took out an exercise book and put it in front of Jing Ci: "I don't understand the answers."

Jing Ci's attention was instantly diverted and he said seriously: "Which question? Show me."

He didn't notice that the eyes of the other students in Class 7 were as bright as light bulbs when they looked at them.

And in the corridor, the foreign students who had listened for a while also lamented in their hearts how arrogant Class 7 was. Everyone knew that they even made a fuss about sitting on their laps, and they couldn't compete with each other.

Jing Ci was very popular in the school, and Yingjiao was not a low-key person. This matter spread from one person to another, and gradually it became completely different from the original version.

At the end, there was another rumor in the provincial experiment: there was something indescribable between Jing Ci, the new top student in the second year of high school, and Ying Jiao, the school champion.

Since it is with the school bully instead of the school beauty, there is a lot of room for imagination.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, there are indeed fewer girls coming to deliver love letters to Jing Ci, and those hot eyes that can melt people as they walk on the road are gone.

Jing Ci's life finally returned to peace. At most, when he was with Ying Jiao, he was discussed in private a few times.

But no one dared to push in front of Yingjiao, so Jing Ci didn't know anything.

After seeing Yingjiao really starting to study, Jing Ji took more detailed notes for him. Sometimes when he saw any study materials that were suitable for him, he would write them down and tell him.

Yingjiao has been around for several years, and it is really not easy for him to sit down and study honestly. Several times, he wanted to just throw down his pen and leave.

But whenever he thought about the huge gap between himself and Jing Ci, and saw the detailed and comprehensive notes at hand, he couldn't say the word "give up".

Yingjiao's state attracted Teacher Liu's attention. After observing him for a few days and realizing that he was not putting on a show, Teacher Liu was relieved and secretly called Jing Ci out.

First, he praised his performance in this exam, and then asked him if he could adapt to the teacher's teaching pace.

Jing Ci nodded, indicating that everything was fine.

"Well..." Teacher Liu remembered the principal's instructions, endured the pain in his heart, and said with difficulty: "If you are willing, you can transfer to the paranormal class."

The provincial experiment is divided into liberal arts and science subjects in the first semester of high school, and classes will be re-classified at the same time. Once classes are divided, it will be difficult to change classes.

Jing Ci's score in this exam was so good that even the principal was alarmed, so he was given a special exception.

After saying these words, Teacher Liu's heart was bleeding. It was hard for Class 7 to come up with someone who could live up to their expectations, but everyone in Class 7 was trying to compete with him.

But Teacher Liu couldn't do it without notifying Jing Ci.

If Jing Ci can maintain such performance, it would be most appropriate to join the supernormal class.

Jing Ci shook his head and refused: "No, I don't want to go."

Jing Ci is a very slow-moving person. Now that he has finally integrated into the group of Class 7, he does not want to change places. Besides, he has basically learned all the content taught by the teacher. Compared with listening to it again, it is more efficient to review by himself.

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"Well, you can just figure it out yourself." Teacher Liu tried his best to suppress the raised corners of his lips. After laughing three times in his heart, he changed the topic: "I think Yingjiao has been very energetic in studying these days?"

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, thinking of Yingjiao's performance in the past few days, he affirmed: "Yeah."

Teacher Liu asked again: "Did you make the notes he read for him?"

Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."

Teacher Liu was a little worried: "Will it waste your time?"

"No," Jing Ci explained seriously: "When taking notes, I can also check for omissions and fill in the gaps myself, which is equivalent to reviewing it again."

"That's good, that's good." Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

He had always been worried that Yingjiao would affect Jing Ci's studies, and he wanted to move his seat back several times. Now it seems that he was wrong.

Yingjiao did not affect Jingci, but Jingci affected Yingjiao.

"Teacher, I want to ask you something," Teacher Liu looked into Jing Ci's eyes and said, "If you have time, help Yingjiao more with his studies."

Teacher Liu had read Yingjiao's file and knew about his grades in elementary school, and always felt that he was a pity. But helplessly, every time he talked to Yingjiao, he would lead him to another place without leaving a trace.

Now that we finally see that Yingjiao has hope of getting better, Teacher Liu is not willing to let it go.

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, then solemnly promised: "I will do it."

In the classroom of Class 7, Zheng Que took a bottle of Coke and drank more than half of it. He opened Jing Ci's chair and was about to sit down: "Brother Jiao, can't we go to self-study tonight?"

Yingjiao stopped him and frowned: "Don't sit down."

"What's wrong?" Zheng Que kept his waist bent and buttocks in the air, and turned his head in confusion: "Is there something dirty on the chair?"

Yingjiao wrote an answer in the exercise book and said lazily: "Jing Ci doesn't like others touching his things."

Zheng Que: “…………”

Zheng Que looked at him with dead eyes: "Brother Jiao, don't you think you've gone too far recently?"

Yingjiao sneered, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "What's going on? Don't look at me from your point of view, you don't understand."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was speechless: "Okay, as long as you are happy. It's 1982 tonight, are you going?"

"I won't go." Yingjiao frowned and looked at the next question. He tried several methods but couldn't solve it. He was feeling irritable and replied casually after hearing the words.

"Okay, brother Jiao," He Zhou came over and said, "I'm just leaving you alone. What's wrong with you?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip, still thinking about the question in his mind: "You go ahead."

He Zhou glanced at the exercise book on his desk, his tooth hurt: "No, are you really going to be a good student?"

After this exam, Yingjiao suddenly started studying as if he had a seizure.

At first, He Zong and the others thought he was just pretending, but as time went by, he really persisted.

Yingjiao wiped the water droplets from the corner of his lips and sneered: "What kind of good student? Don't give me stamps blindly."

"Then what are you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, He Zhou was pushed aside by Ying Jiao.

He Zong was about to protest, but when he turned around and saw Jing Ci coming in from outside, he immediately moved out of the way.

"Fuck," Yingjiao still couldn't solve the question. He rubbed his temples and cursed and dropped his pen.

Why break a few questions and make it so complicated?

Jing Ci had just been instructed by Teacher Liu. When he saw this, he turned to him: "Do you have a headache?"

"Yes," Yingjiao lazily leaned on the chair and looked at him with raised lips: "Little classmate, what should I do? Can you help me rub it?"

Jing Ci had gradually gotten used to his teasing and ignored him. He lowered his head and dug through his bookshelf, took out a bottle of Fengyoujing and handed it over: "Here."

Li Zhou gave this to him a few days ago. He said that he saw many students in the extraordinary class using it. He was worried that Jing Ci would also need it, so he bought a bottle.

Yingjiao took it and raised his eyebrows: "How do you use this thing?"

He unscrewed the bottle cap, put it under his nose and smelled it, and immediately frowned: "I'll go, it smells so bad."

"It's not like that," Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled, and instructed him: "Pour it on your fingers, and then apply it on your temples. It is said to be very useful."

"Really?" Yingjiao heard this, raised the bottle and poured it down. He moved too much, and most of the Fengyoujing in the bottle was gone at once. The green liquid followed his fingers and fell to the ground sparsely.

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Jing Ci felt a little distressed: "You poured too much, a little less."

Yingjiao felt bad in his heart, put the Fengyoujing on the table, and said: "If it doesn't work, can you help me?"

Jing Ci looked at the small puddle of liquid on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

He couldn't bear to waste it, so he didn't pour any more from the bottle. Instead, he stretched out a finger and rubbed it on Yingjiao's hand, which was stained with wind oil essence: "Lower your height."

Yingjiao obediently lowered his head slightly, and consciously pushed up the hair on his forehead.

Jing Ci carefully helped him finish applying one temple, then moved to the other side.

Yingjiao lowered his eyes and looked at his serious appearance, and chuckled: "Hey, little classmate."

"Um?"

"He Zhou asked me to study in the evening and go out to play."

Jing Ci paused and looked up at him: "It's not good to skip class." He paused and added: "You haven't completed your task today."

Due to Yingjiao's current situation, it was not suitable for him to follow the teacher. Jing Ci not only explained to him the knowledge in the textbook, but also selected additional exercise books for him to do. There was a certain amount every day, and he would help him correct it after he finished it.

Write down the mistakes in a notebook and explain the key points to him.

After wiping both temples, Jing Ci stopped and screwed on the cap of Fengyoujing: "Okay."

Yingjiao looked at him with soft eyes: "Thank you, little classmate."

Jing Ci took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then said calmly: "You're welcome."

After hesitating for a moment, he asked Yingjiao: "Are you really going to skip class?"

"Where is it?" Yingjiao turned his pen skillfully: "Am I that kind of person?"

He raised his eyes to look at He Zong and Zheng Que, raised his lips, and said sullenly: "Did you hear that, our little classmate won't let me go, I won't go."

The author has something to say: Yingjiao: Just kidding, I never skip classes, which is completely different from He Zhou and others.
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