Jing Ci didn't understand what he was saying, and when he was questioned again and again, his temper got worse and he remained silent.

Yingjiao pushed him with his knee and said lazily: "I'm asking you, let's talk."

Jing Ci thought to himself, "You don't believe it even if I say it."

Seeing that time was running out, he didn't want to continue spending time with Yingjiao, so he said angrily: "Then what do you say, what should you do before you are willing to believe it?"

Yingjiao looked at his impatient look and felt quite strange in his heart.

Yingjiao asked the school doctor for a pile of letter paper and a pen, and threw them to Jing Ci: "Write me a letter of guarantee."

Jing Ci: "...There's no need for that."

Yingjiao smiled: "It's okay not to write..."

Jing Ci raised his eyes, waiting for his next words.

Yingjiao looked at him with a smile: "From now on, you have to report to me where you go, who you talk to, and what you say. For example, before you go to the toilet, you have to tell me whether it's the big one or the small one, and how long it will take.

Once the timeout expires, the reason must be explained clearly so that I can analyze whether you took the opportunity to reveal the matter."

After a pause, he continued: "When necessary...I will personally check whether your reasons are reasonable."

Jing Ci looked at him in disbelief.

"What's the matter, little brother?" Ying Jiao said with a smile: "When you wrote me love letters one after another before, it was just a letter of guarantee. How are you so reserved?"

He turned his eyes and said, "You want me to write with your hand?"

Jing Ci grimaced: "...Okay, I'll write."

He unscrewed the pen cap and started writing stroke by stroke according to Yingjiao's instructions.

Yingjiao glanced at it and saw that on the school's self-printed letter paper with light red stripes, the young man's handwriting was elegant and elegant, and extremely beautiful. It seemed that he had put in a lot of effort.

Yingjiao's eyes gradually darkened.

"It's written." Jing Ci put down the pen and handed the letter of guarantee to Ying Jiao, "I have nothing else to do and I'm leaving."

Ying Jiao noticed that Jing Ci had placed the pen at right angles to the table.

He glanced at Jing Ci thoughtfully and waved to him, indicating that he could leave.

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked out of the school doctor's office without any nostalgia.

Yingjiao looked away from his back, and then lowered his eyes to look at the guarantee letter in his hand.

After a long time, he suddenly realized that Jing Ci had never written a love letter to him before.

The provincial experimental campus is very large and divided into two parts.

One part is a newly built teaching building for the first and second grade students as well as other schools. The other part is a quadrangle for senior high school students with relatively difficult conditions.

Jing Ci circled around the two places and finally found the school gate.

There were many small shops outside the school, lined up in two rows, and crowded together. Jing Ci only took a glance and found two or three barber shops. He picked one with a sign that pleased his eyes and walked in.

It was during class time and there was little business in the shop. When he saw him, a barber boy came up to him immediately and asked him whether he wanted a haircut or perm and dyeing.

Jing Ci stretched out his hand and gestured on his head: "How much does it cost to cut it short and dye it black?"

Those who were doing business around the school knew that Jing Ci had been kicked out by the teacher when he heard Jing Ci’s request. The barber boy was not surprised either, and said with a smile: “One-stop packages for hair dyeing and hair cutting, there are 98, 198, etc.

There are also 298.”

Jing Ci said without thinking: "I want 98."

The barber guy tried to persuade him: "Don't use 298, let's get 198. The 98 potion is not good for your hair. Your hair looks quite smooth. It's a pity that it was damaged by the potion."

Jing Ci was unmoved and said firmly: "I want 98."

Anyway, it's only a few centimeters. If it really hurts your hair, just grow it longer and then lose it.

"Okay." The barber guy tied his bib on him and said to the mirror, "What kind of haircut do you want for this handsome guy?"

Jing Ci didn't know much about these things, so he didn't care. He said casually, "You can do whatever you want. Just cut it into a similar shape so that the teacher feels it's not out of line."

The barber guy laughed and said, "Okay, then I'll watch and cut it."

Generally speaking, students who dye their hair in high school have thorny hair, and their hair style is more important than their lives. This is the first time he has seen such Buddhist-style thorny hair.

but--

The barber boy took a look in the mirror and sighed inwardly.

With such a face, it’s no wonder that people have to care about their hairstyle. With these facial features and face shape, even a shaved head can lead to the coquettishness of the bald people.

The barber guy was very considerate. Considering the teacher's preference, he cut off most of Jing Ci's yellow hair, exposing his ears, and left some bangs on them. It was a very neat hairstyle.

After finishing the dyeing and blow-drying Jing Ci's hair, the hairdresser looked at the effect in the mirror and became jealous.

The dyed black hair is very thick, like ink, which would look a bit out of place on ordinary people, but it doesn't look out of place on Jing Ci.

If you have a good face, you can wear any color.

Jing Ci didn't take a close look at his new look. He glanced at the mirror and saw that his hair was darker and shorter. He looked like a normal person, so he paid the money happily and walked out of the barber shop.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening. Jing Ci spent eight yuan to buy a fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl. After eating it in a hurry, he returned to school, just in time for the first period of evening self-study.

The provincial experiment emphasizes science over literature, and there are a total of 12 classes in science. Among them, Class 1 and Class 2 are extraordinary classes, Classes 3 to 6 are key classes, and the remaining six classes are parallel classes.

The liberal arts class has one less extraordinary class and two key classes than the science class. Adding the whole grade together, there are a total of 21 classes.

There were so many classes and so many teachers that it simply couldn’t fit into one office. It happened that the school had just built a new teaching building and there was enough space, so we separated the offices of the liberal arts and science teachers.

Jing Ci had just come out of the science department office on the third floor. When he was standing in the corridor, he noticed that the class closest to the office was the science department extraordinary class: Grade 2(1).

If sorted by class, Class 2 and Class 7 of Senior High School should be on the same floor.

Just as he thought, Class 7 was in the middle of the third floor.

It was quiet all the way from Class 1, including the parallel class 8 next to Class 7.

After all, given the teaching quality of the provincial experiment, just picking up a random person from a parallel class could be a promising prospect in a key university.

But when we arrived at Class 7, the painting style changed suddenly.

Unlike other classes, most of the students in Class 7 got in through connections. Their family backgrounds are basically good and they are not focused on studying at all.

So while other classes were studying seriously, Class 7 was like a wild horse running wild. Even through the door, the movement in the room could not be concealed. It was as lively as a temple fair.

In the classroom, He Zhou held up the copy of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and held it up to cover his face. He turned around and cursed: "Damn it, Li Shi is so insidious. He only picks out Brother Jiao.

It’s time to take action.”

Zheng Que was playing games on his mobile phone and said disdainfully: "So what, I didn't get fucked by Brother Jiao."

He Zong: "What I care about is the result? It's the process! This process is very annoying, do you understand?" He said, pulling Peng Chengcheng next to him, "You think so, Cheng Cheng?"

Peng Chengcheng said with a sullen face: "Can you please call me Cheng Cheng again?"

He Zhou raised his hands and surrendered: "Slip of the tongue! Slip of the tongue! We are here to attack Li Shi for Brother Jiao. Lao Peng, where is your focus? Your ideological consciousness is not high enough."

Peng Chengcheng glanced at him: "Taller than you."

He Zhou is a short and fat man, and Peng Chengcheng can pinpoint the pain points.

He Zong was furious and jumped up to hit Peng Chengcheng. Zheng Que just finished the game and put down his mobile phone to stop him: "What are you doing? What are you doing?! Aren't you talking about Brother Jiao's affair with Li Shi?"

Yingjiao was playing with the square piece of letter paper folded in his hand. When he heard this, he opened the letter paper and said, "Don't use the word "get", thank you."

He Zhou covered his mouth and chuckled obscenely: "What's wrong, my proud brother, where are you thinking?"

Yingjiao glanced at him thoughtfully, "I was thinking about your game console that was confiscated by Old Liu this morning..."

He Zong's smile gradually disappeared, and he pointed at Yingjiao angrily: "Are you still a human being? This brother is complaining for you!"

Ying Jiao leaned back, leaning against the wall, and smiled: "What's the call? I'll hear it again."

He Zhou was completely blown away. He stood up and wanted to tease Ying Jiao.

At this moment, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open. He Zhou was so frightened that his whole body trembled. It was too late to turn around. He suddenly thought in a hurry and said to Zheng Que with a serious face: "Old Zheng, I dropped my pen, help me pick it up."

one time."

After waiting for a long time and no one responded, He Zhou was so angry that he cursed secretly for being slow and said in a more serious tone: "Old Zheng?!"

Zheng Que ignored him, stared blankly ahead, and murmured: "Tell me, if I get this haircut, will it have the same effect?"

The visitor is not Teacher Liu, but Jing Ci.

He had a neat short black haircut, completely revealing his beautiful and ridiculous face. His waist was no longer bowed, and his back was no longer hunched. He was as tall and straight as a young poplar, and he stood upright on the podium.

superior.

He Zhou turned around and was startled. He said honestly: "You can't do it, Lao Zheng. You need to have a clearer self-awareness. If you want to achieve this effect, you have to change your head."

The other students in Class 7 were also shocked. After a moment of silence, Class 7 suddenly exploded like water dripping from a frying pan.

"Holy shit, is that Jing Ci? Why did he suddenly become so elegant?"

"Is Jing Ci so handsome?"

Who doesn’t know Jing Ji in Class 7? He acts like a 502 spirit all day long, clinging to Yingjiao whenever he sees an opportunity. He just nods and bows down to Yingjiao’s friends, and acts in a low voice towards others.

If you accidentally touch his face, he will curse for a long time.

However, now, all the obscene energy and heavy yin energy in his body have disappeared. He looks refreshing and cold, and he is so handsome that people can't close their legs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I've checked my eyes and it's this hairstyle. I'll get it cut tomorrow too."

"Oh, you thought I was blinded."

………………

Jing Ci didn't pay attention to the discussions among his classmates. He was worried about how to find his seat.

He thought that if there was an empty seat in the class, it would definitely be his. However, his thinking was too simple. During the evening self-study in Class 7... a large row of seats was empty.

Jing Ci could only stand there expressionlessly, trying to get some hints from below.

"No," He Zhou wondered: "What is he doing up there? Showing off his new hairstyle?"

Zheng Que clicked his tongue: "Maybe he did it on purpose to show Brother Jiao."

Peng Chengcheng, who spoke little, also nodded in agreement.

Only Yingjiao held back his laughter and admired the embarrassment behind that cold face for a while. When Jing Ci glanced over, he quietly pointed to an empty seat diagonally in front of him, seemingly unintentionally.

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief and felt grateful. He got off the podium, walked straight over and sat down.

He Zhou opened his mouth wide and shouted with a weird look on his face: "Jing Ci, if you don't go back to your seat, why are you going to someone else's seat?"

Jing Ci stiffened and turned to look at Yingjiao in disbelief.

Yingjiao curled his lips, buried his head in his arms, and laughed wildly.
Chapter completed!