Teacher Liu was thinking about Jing Ci, so she didn't even finish her dinner. She finally endured the first period of evening self-study, so she carried her huge water bottle and walked quickly to the class.

When he reached Class 6, he deliberately slowed down his pace, quietly moved to the back door of Class 7, and looked inside through the back window.

When I saw it, I was immediately delighted.

Jing Ci sat obediently in his seat, with a copy of "May Three" spread out in front of him and was working on it. Although the speed was very fast and it didn't look like he was doing the questions seriously, it was good if he was willing to write.

Teacher Liu nodded with satisfaction and walked in through the front door.

As soon as he appeared, the noisy Class 7 suddenly fell silent. No matter what they were doing, all the classmates were looking for books in a panic to show off.

Teacher Liu rolled up the mathematics book in his hand into a tube, picked out a few of the loudest ones, and hit them on the head one by one, shouting angrily: "You are jumping up and down, are you monkeys? Do you want to go up to the stage and perform a monkey show for me? Ah?"

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The students who had been beaten by him all sat there obediently, not daring to say a word.

Teacher Liu is 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and hands as big as cattail fans. If he shaves his head and adds a gold chain, he can become the boss of the underworld in a matter of minutes. Who dares to go against him?

"He Zhi! Zheng Que! I see you are having a lively chat. You have too much time, right?" Teacher Liu sneered: "Make me memorize "Pipa Xing" within this week! I'll check it on Friday!"

He Zhou wailed, and the hand holding the Chinese book trembled: "Teacher, I don't know if I can play Pipa, but if you want me to memorize this, I really can't do it."

As for Zheng Que, he has no idea what "Pipa Xing" is.

He was still outside the situation. When he heard the name, he thought it might be an ancient poem, and immediately patted his chest and assured: "No problem."

There are less than a hundred words, and there are four days left. I memorize more than twenty words a day, but I can’t memorize it no matter what.

He Zhou stared at him angrily, wishing he could seal his mouth with glue. He flipped to the page of "Pipa Xing" and shoved the book under Zheng Que's nose.

"No problem? Is this okay with you?"

Zheng Que looked at the densely packed pages and was dumbfounded.

"You won't memorize it, right?" Teacher Liu was not angry. He looked at He Zhou: "The game console in the morning..."

He Zong surrendered in one second: "I'll carry it! I'll carry it!"

After taking care of a few people, Teacher Liu walked to Jing Ci, lowered his head and picked up the math "Five Three" he was working on.

Teacher Liu originally wanted to tell him not to go in the wrong direction with his efforts. At the beginning of his studies, he should focus on the basics and do not rush to do the exercises.

I accidentally scanned a multiple-choice question and found that it turned out to be correct.

Teacher Liu almost thought he was dazzled, so he continued to look down in disbelief, until he saw the end of the multiple-choice questions, but he didn't even see a wrong question.

"You..." Teacher Liu looked at Jing Ci with complicated eyes.

Jing Ci's heart went off, thinking that Teacher Liu had discovered something. He was about to say what he had already drafted when he heard Teacher Liu's words——

"Did you memorize all the answers behind it?"

Teacher Liu patted Jing Ci on the shoulder and racked his brains to think of words to encourage him. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said in a rough voice: "My memory is good. I can keep up with my hard work now, but don't do it in the future."

That’s it.”

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci said with a wooden face: "Yes."

"If there is something you don't know, just go to the office and see the teacher. All the teachers are available for evening self-study." Teacher Liu returned the exercise book to Jing Ci and said happily: "I will also say hello to several other teachers tomorrow.

Don't be embarrassed. When you encounter something you don't understand, you have to ask. You have to study diligently. Our class is not far from the office. We usually run more errands so that we don't suffer."

Jing Ci felt a little warm in his heart and nodded: "I understand, thank you teacher."

"Study hard." Teacher Liu encouraged him again, picked up his big water bottle again, glanced at the class in warning, and walked out of the classroom.

After Teacher Liu left, Jing Ci picked up his pen and continued to work on the exercises until he finished all the exercises in one unit. He felt that his whole body was full of electricity, and he found a notebook with great enthusiasm and began to organize the knowledge outline of each subject.

Yingjiao looked at him for a while and then turned around.

He Zhou was holding a deck of playing cards and was shouting to find someone to fight the Landlord: "Brother Jiao, give me a hand. Damn it, I was tricked by Lao Zheng. I must find some entertainment, otherwise I will suffocate to death."

Is the pipa music memorized by humans? Is Bai Juyi crazy? He wrote these things to harm future generations!"

Zheng Que planned to atone for his sins, and when he heard the words, he came over and said, "Take me one, and I will come too."

"Go away!" He Zhou pushed him aside and pulled Peng Chengcheng up from the table. He shuffled the cards and sneered: "You are too stupid for me to refuse."

Zheng Que was furious: "Am I stupid? I won't drag Brother Jiao when I'm not fighting against landlords! I'll send him directly to his door as cannon fodder. Which one of us is stupid?"

He Zhou shook his head: "I'm happy!"

Zheng Que was so angry that he rolled his eyes and threw his cell phone into the hole in the table. He stopped flirting and pointed at He Zhou: "I'm watching how you lose today!"

Yingjiao is very good at poker and almost never loses. He Zong and the others are usually not willing to play with him.

"Two qs." Yingjiao half-leaned on the desk and lazily threw out two cards.

He Zhou looked at his expression, and then secretly meowed towards Peng Chengcheng. Peng Chengcheng was very alert and immediately turned the cards upside down on the table. He Zhou looked back and said: "Two 2s."

Peng Chengcheng shook his head to express that he would not follow.

He Chu happily played another card: "Three threes."

Peng Chengcheng: "Three eights."

Yingjiao half-closed his eyelids and did not respond. The cards in his hand were tilted greatly, and his opponent could see them if he straightened up slightly.

His mind was not on playing cards, all he could think about was the name Xue Jinxing.

Sounds a bit familiar, seems like I've heard it somewhere...

He Zhou called him tentatively: "Brother Jiao, it's your turn."

Yingjiao raised his eyes and glanced at the table, absent-mindedly: "Two eights, right? I have two nines."

"Lao Peng made three eights." He Zhou corrected him: "It's not Brother Jiao, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"

"You guys..." Yingjiao put the cards on the table and said thoughtfully: "Do you know Xue Jinxing?"

"I've heard of this name," He Zhou looked at his head and thought hard, "but I just can't remember it."

Zheng Que followed: "I seem to have heard of it, are they the perverts from Class 1 and Class 2? They win this award all day long, Mr. Liu said, so it sounds familiar."

Yingjiao tapped the table: "Probably."

"What's the matter, Brother Jiao?" He Zong was no longer interested in playing cards and put down the cards in his hand: "Did this short-sighted guy offend you? Shall we go and beat him up?"

"Forget it," Yingjiao pursed his lips and smiled: "It's okay."

The evening self-study for the first and second graders of the Provincial Experimental High School ends at 9:45, and for the third graders, the evening self-study ends at 10:25.

At 9:45, the first and second grade students can go back to their dormitories. Of course, they can also study until 10:25 like the senior students.

But not to mention nine forty-five, most of the students in Class Seven ran away as soon as nine o'clock passed.

Jing Ci had already agreed with Li Zhou to go back to the dormitory with him in the evening. But Li Zhou's cell phone kept vibrating, so he hid under the table and answered the call, saying: "You should go back after school.

, my friend came to see me with a girl!" He grinned and ran away.

"Hey -" Jing Ci stretched out his hand to grab him, but failed to catch him and could only watch as he disappeared.

I was secretly worried about how I should find a dormitory later.

Yingjiao saw him frowning, searching the chat history with Li Zhou over and over again, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that the classroom was mostly empty, He Zhou couldn't sit still anymore and pulled Ying Jiao: "Let's go, brother Jiao, let's go out and have some fun? Lao Zheng reserved a seat in 1982."

1982 is an entertainment club near the school, and Yingjiao and the others often go there to play.

"You go ahead," Yingjiao refused: "I have something to do today."

Peng Chengcheng frowned: "Not going home?"

Yingjiao nodded, with a smile in his eyes: "I'll stay in the dormitory tonight."

Zheng Que was puzzled: "Why does Brother Jiao suddenly want to live in the dormitory? Didn't you say that the bed in the dormitory is uncomfortable and you can't sleep?"

Ying Jiao skillfully turned the pen in his hand and inadvertently changed the subject: "Well, something happened. You guys have fun, and I will charge it to my account tonight."

He Chule went crazy and flattered Ying Jiao crazily: "As expected of my brother Jiao, he is so open and bright! He is so brotherly!"

Zheng Que smiled and blew a kiss to Yingjiao: "Thank you, dad!"

"Don't be weird," Yingjiao kicked him and scolded him with a smile: "It's disgusting, get out of here."

Zheng Que didn't care, dragging He Zhi with a roar, and walked away arm in arm with Peng Chengcheng.

Jing Ci originally wanted to follow the students in Class 7, at least find the dormitory building first, and then talk about the rest after returning. However, most of the students in Class 7 were day students. After leaving the teaching building, they went straight to the school gate and did not go in any other direction.

Go.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left in front of the teaching building.

Jing Ci was wondering whether he should look for it on his own or wait for other classes to finish and then follow Da Liu to the dormitory. Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind him: "Hello."

Jing Ci turned around, and Ying Jiao walked over from behind. He was tall and straight, with lazy brows. He was wearing a white t-shirt, which hung loosely on his body. When the wind blew, his slim and beautiful body lines were revealed.

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter..."

"Let's go together." His deep voice came from above.

Jing Ci didn't speak or move. He hadn't forgotten the time when Ying Jiao played a trick on him in the classroom just now.

"What's wrong?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled lazily: "Aren't you going back to the dormitory? Why don't you leave?"

He leaned forward slightly and came closer: "Are you afraid that I will sell you out?"

Jing Ci raised his eyes and glanced at him, did this man have the nerve to say anything? Did he not know what he had done?

Yingjiao laughed lowly, and his voice seemed particularly magnetic in the darkness: "Little classmate, no, at such a young age, my thoughts are so dirty. What can I do if I sell you? Can you talk softly? Can you kiss?"

meeting……"

"Shut up!" Jing Ci gritted his teeth, his ears turned red, and he glared at him fiercely before taking long strides forward.
Chapter completed!