As a result of the extravagance, Ying Jiao was mercilessly kicked out of the dormitory by the ashamed and angry Jing Ci.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Yingjiao smiled helplessly, took out his phone and opened WeChat, typing, and returned to his dormitory.

Half a minute later, Jing Ci's cell phone rang. He lowered his head and saw that Yingjiao had sent him two messages -

[Jiao]: Say important things three times.

[Jiao]: Congratulations on first place in the exam, you are really awesome.

Jing Ci looked away from the screen and did not reply, but there was a smile in his eyes.

In dormitory 303, Yingjiao lay flat on the bed, holding up his mobile phone and staring at Jing Ci's WeChat profile picture for a while, then smiled and took out an exercise book from under the pillow.

Even if Jing Ci doesn't want to share his emotions, it's nice to be able to be happy with him like this.

The next day, the students in Class 7 received bad news early in the morning.

Teacher Liu stood on the podium and announced with a serious face: "There will be a monthly exam after I come back from the end of the month holiday. This time our school will set the questions ourselves."

He frowned and looked at the students in the audience who were all confused and yawning, and raised his voice and said: "Let's get some energy! We can't attack mathematics, physics, and chemistry, but what about Chinese? Let me memorize everything that needs to be memorized! I tell you! This is

If someone fills in the blanks for this poem again..."

Teacher Liu slapped the desk and said fiercely: "Let's see how I deal with you!"

After saying that, he walked around the class, knocked down a few students who wanted to sleep on the table, and then walked out of the classroom unhurriedly.

Jing Ci didn't care whether he took the exam or not, but he was about to have his month-end vacation, and the thought of going home made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He stared at the table blankly, and couldn't help but think that it would be nice if he could be allowed to stay in school during the end-of-month vacation.

"Damn, there's another exam." Later, after confirming that Teacher Liu had really left, Zheng Que carefully took out his mobile phone from his sleeve and muttered, "Why do I feel like I just passed the exam yesterday?"

He Zhou wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said listlessly: "Old Zheng, calm down. As students, exams are just our daily life."

Zheng Que shivered in disgust at him and said in disgust: "Ugh...can you speak properly?"

He Zhou clicked his tongue, pointed in front and said, "Let's learn from Brother Jiao. Look at how calm Brother Jiao is. He calmly even took out a copy of "Five Years and Three Years of College Entrance Examination Simulation"."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que's face suddenly showed an expression that was hard to explain. He stood up and glanced forward. He saw Ying Jiao touching Jing Ci's arm, seemingly asking him a question.

Jing Ci glanced at the page, then quickly picked up the pen and started talking to him in a low voice.

Zheng Que looked at it for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong. He tugged on He Zhi and said, "Hey, do you think he is listening to the question or looking at the person?"

Hearing this, Peng Chengcheng glanced forward and summed up concisely: "They are all there."

He Cong hadn't paid attention at first, but when Zheng Que said this, he immediately leaned over and said, "Can't he hide it?" He Cong had a toothache expression on his face: "No, just the way he looked at Jing Ci, that's what everyone

Can you tell what he's thinking?"

Peng Chengcheng still hit the nail on the head: "Jing Ci can't tell."

He Zong suddenly laughed with schadenfreude: "That's right, Ren Jingci doesn't want to talk to him at all now, he deserves it!"

Earlier, after Jing Ci finished speaking on a question, he put down his pen and asked Ying Jiao: "Did you understand?"

"I understand." Yingjiao took back the exercise book and said with a chuckle, "Thank you, little classmate."

Jing Ci shook his head, picked up his pen and continued to do the Mathematical Olympiad.

For the first time, Yingjiao stopped teasing him. He found out the knowledge points involved in the question just now and read them over before continuing.

When he first started studying, Yingjiao was really not able to sit still. But after gritting his teeth and persevering for a month, he found that it was not as difficult as he had imagined.

the most important is……

Yingjiao looked at Jing Ci out of the corner of his eye.

He seemed to have encountered a problem, and the pen tip hesitated several times without moving down. After pondering for nearly a minute, he slowly relaxed his frown and wrote the answer smoothly on the paper.

Yingjiao looked back and closed his eyes. He still doesn't want to remember the day when his midterm exam results came out.

The day before, he had just realized that he had fallen in love with Jing Ci, and then reality hit him hard.

Before this, Yingjiao had never had any idea about her own achievements.

He was born to win at the starting line, and the things his mother left for him meant that even if he did nothing for the rest of his life, he would not be short of money to spend.

But when he compared his achievements with Jing Ci's, Yingjiao suddenly felt that he couldn't hold his head high.

It's so embarrassing, really so embarrassing.

When she had a falling out with her father, Yingjiao had no regrets.

When Yingjiao moved out, Yingjiao had no regrets.

Even when Teacher Liu spoke sincerely and brought up his past achievements in front of him to regret and persuade him, Yingjiao did not regret it.

Only when he saw Jing Ci's perfect score papers, he regretted it.

If he had known that he would be lucky enough to meet such a person, he should have worked harder for the future.

However, the lost time cannot be traced back, and the only thing he can grasp is the present.

Yingjiao breathed out gently, calmed down for a moment, lowered his head and concentrated on continuing to work on the questions.

Although they received the bad news that they were about to take an exam, the students in Class 7 were used to messing around, so they just wailed for a while and forgot about the matter.

After lunch, a group of people had nothing to do. They gathered together in twos and threes to laugh and play. Standing in the corridor, you could hear the noise in the classroom.

Jing Ci, however, was not idle. He finished grading the comprehensive examination papers that Yingjiao had written yesterday, and hurriedly listed out all the important score points before the bell rang.

After doing all this, he put down his pen and looked up at the water dispenser.

The green light happened to turn on, which meant that the hot water was ready. Jing Ci waited for two minutes and saw that no girl came to get the hot water, so he walked to the front with a cup.

Jing Ci used a heat-resistant glass, but it didn't have a handle. It would burn his hands just to hold it with hot water. So he took some cold water first, and then added hot water to it.

It has been raining these past few days, the weather was cold and gloomy, and there was no heating in the classroom. Jing Ci wanted to warm his hands with a cup, so he deliberately took some more hot water.

It was still a little hot when I took it, but it wasn't unbearable. Jing Ci held the cup carefully and walked quickly to his seat.

Just when he was about to turn a corner, a boy who was having a fight in the aisle suddenly stepped back and hit Jing Ji's chin with his raised right hand.

Jing Ci shook his body and most of the water spilled out.

"Ah," the boy turned around and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice there was someone behind me."

Jing Ci shook his head: "It's okay."

He lowered his head and looked at the boy's back: "I spilled some water on you, didn't you get burned?"

The boy reached out and touched it and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I don't feel anything at all."

Jing Ci smiled at him, passed by him, and sat down in his seat.

He put the water glass on the table, lowered his head and rubbed his chin.

The boy's blow just now didn't stop at all, and Jing Ci's chin was still numb.

He pursed his lips and moved his cheeks, wanting to feel it carefully, when a hand suddenly stretched out from beside him.

Yingjiao held the back of his head with one hand, raised his head slightly, pinched his chin with the other hand, frowned and said: "Don't move, let me take a look."

"It's okay." Jing Ci said nonchalantly, "It'll be fine in a while."

Yingjiao sneered, and gently rubbed his chin with his right hand: "Does it hurt if you touch it like this?" After a pause, he looked at him: "Tell the truth."

Jing Ci gasped softly: "It hurts a little."

Jing Ci's skin was fair, and he hit her very hard this time. The red mark on his chin looked shocking. Yingjiao's frown became more and more intense. He kept moving his hands and laughed: "It hurts, what?"

Does it hurt?"

Yingjiao forgot where he heard someone say that the bones on the jaw are very fragile and can be easily injured. He leaned over and took a closer look, and said worriedly: "Why is it so red? Don't worry, I will take you there.

Go to the hospital?"

"No need," Jing Ci was amused by him, "it doesn't hurt much anymore."

"Really?" Yingjiao stared at him suspiciously. It was true that this little classmate had too many criminal records. He carried everything by himself and kept everything in his heart without saying anything, so he couldn't believe what he said.

"Really." Jing Ci shook his head slightly, avoided his hand, and moved his chin.

Ying Jiao said he was fierce, but in fact the strength of his hands was very gentle. He kneaded Jing Ji for a while, except for the slight heat on his chin, but there was no pain at all.

Yingjiao looked at his expression carefully and made sure that he was really not lying, and then he felt relieved.

Yingjiao turned around, lost his mind for a moment, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Jing Ci caught sight of his movements out of the corner of his eye, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "It's almost the exam, and you're still looking at your phone?"

Yingjiao chuckled: "No, something really happened, give me two minutes?"

"Two minutes?"

"Well," Yingjiao said with a smile while typing: "When did I play with my mobile phone recently?"

Jing Ci thought about it and agreed.

At the same time, the news about Yingjiao was sent to the small group with He Zhi and several others——

[Jiao]: Organize a class party during the month-end vacation.

[Your uncle from the He family]:???What are you doing?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: There haven’t been any holidays lately, Christmas is only a month away.

[Peng Chengcheng]: What kind of party?

[Jiao]: On Friday night, I will eat first and then go to karaoke.

[Uncle He Family]: No, you have to tell us why you want to hold this party, right?

Yingjiao paused his fingers, smiled, and typed——

[Jiao]: Are you sure you want to listen? Have you forgotten the time when you wanted to find a partner?

[Your uncle from the He family]:...

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:...

【Peng Chengcheng】:......

[Your uncle from the He family]: No, Brother Jiao, I’m telling you the truth, don’t go too far... Jing Ci is not yet an adult.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: That’s right! What exactly do you want to do to Jing Ci? Let me tell you! We don’t agree!

[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother Jiao, take it easy.

Yingjiao sneered and didn't explain much to them. He just raised his hand and sent a few messages——

[Jiao]: Do you need to agree?

[Jiao]: I will send the message out later, and remember to drag Jing Ci into the group.

After saying that, Yingjiao didn't wait for a reply and threw the phone directly into the hole in the table.

Jing Ci looked at the time and saw that exactly two minutes had passed.

Yingjiao turned to look at him and chuckled: "It's not timed out, right? When did I not listen to you?"

The corners of Jing Ci's lips curled up, feeling a little happy.

Yingjiao looked at the smile on his face, and felt incredibly soft in his heart.

I met Jing Ci during the weekend holiday last month. He was standing at the door of the bookstore blankly with a bag of books, looking like he didn't know where to go.

Although Yingjiao didn't ask much, he knew in his heart that he must have had trouble with the Jing family.

To be able to make such a good-tempered Jing Ci so angry that he refused to go home, you can only imagine how much he went too far.

If others were okay, Yingjiao remembered what happened in the toilet that time. Jing Ci's character was forced to explode to a certain extent, and the danger level was close to that of a nuclear bomb.

But the other person is a blood relative of this body, and his blood relationship destined him to be naturally weak.

Yingjiao couldn't help but watch from the sidelines knowing that Jing Ci would be wronged.

Ying Jiao knew in his heart that if he invited Jing Ci to go out alone or stay at his own home, Jing Ci would never agree even if he didn't want to go home.

Then have a small party. With so many people together, he won't feel awkward.

After dinner, Jing Ji took out his phone and took a look at it, and unexpectedly found that he had been pulled into the class's WeChat group.

There is a message from all members of Aite in the group.

He clicked it and looked at it——

[Uncle He Family]: All members have a dinner at Yueweixuan on Friday night and go to karaoke in the evening. Those who go will be given a number of 1. Please do not send other messages for the convenience of statistics.

1 in the row below.

Jing Ci immediately fired a shot.

Seeing He Zhou's reply of "ok", a smile finally appeared on his face. He finally had a place to go, so he didn't have to go home.

Beside him, Yingjiao caught his smile from the corner of his eye and slowly raised the corners of his lips.
Chapter completed!