The dean's name is Feng Mao, who is newly transferred this semester.

The new official took office three times and was very keen on enforcing discipline. He didn't even eat breakfast and stood in front of the teaching building with a loudspeaker for fifteen minutes. Finally, he caught the example of Yingjiao.

Knowing that he was in Class 7 of Grade 2, Feng Mao took him directly to the Science Department of Grade 2 and pushed him in front of Teacher Liu: "Is this from your class?"

Teacher Liu was eating steamed buns. When he saw the two of them, he frowned and said, "Yes."

He stood up, pushed the office chair aside, glanced at Jing Ci, and asked in a deep voice, "What did they two commit?"

"This -" Feng Mao pointed at Yingjiao: "I caught him without wearing school uniform." He turned around and pulled Jing Ci up and sneered: "As for this one, he said he wanted to testify for his friend to prove that he was not

Wearing school uniform means the clothes are dirty."

Hearing that it was not a fight or skipping class, Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief: "Director, don't worry, I will let him go back to wear school uniform."

Feng Mao was very dissatisfied with his gentle attitude. He patted the table and said, "Teacher Liu, it's time to take charge of the students in your class! Students must wear school uniforms. This is a rule! As long as they are in school, they must

Shou! I'm not saying that a person like him who is unorganized and undisciplined will be jail material in the future!"

He looked at Jing Ci: "This guy is not a good guy! He tells lies easily, and it shows that he has bad moral character at first glance!"

Ying Jiao raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

Feng Mao was furious at what he saw: "What are you looking at? Why? Are you not convinced? Did the teacher say something wrong? Where is your school uniform? Why don't you wear it?!"

Yingjiao leaned on the desk carelessly and said lazily: "It's dirty."

Feng Mao exploded in an instant: "Teacher Liu, look at the students in your class! What kind of attitude is this?! Is it reasonable to not wear school uniforms? Are you going to take the college entrance examination like this? It's a crap test! Just take your schoolbag and go home!"

Yingjiao raised her lips, stood up straight, turned around and left.

"You -" Feng Mao was furious: "What's wrong with you, a student?! Stop! Where are you going?!"

Yingjiao didn't even look back, completely ignoring Feng Mao behind him: "Take your schoolbag and go home."

Feng Mao took two steps forward: "Come back, come back! Do you hear me?!"

"I'm sorry, but the materials in our prison never go back."

The other eavesdropping teachers in the office couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

Feng Mao was so angry that he fell down and almost fainted on the spot.

"You! You have a big demerit! You have to write a 3,000-word self-criticism! When the flag is raised on Monday, stand on the podium and read it to me in front of all the teachers and students in the school!"

"No!" Before Yingjiao could speak, Teacher Liu suddenly jumped up as if he had been stung by a bee: "Yingjiao can't go read the review!"

The last time he punished Yingjiao like this, he abruptly turned his self-examination into a personal speech conference.

During this period, there was thunderous applause and non-stop screaming. Teacher Liu had no doubt that if he hadn't dragged him down halfway, he would have even been able to go down and sign autographs for the students.

I think of the scene where Yingjiao stood on the podium, with a handsome face, and said slowly to the students who came below to ask for autographs: "Don't be anxious, take your time, come one by one, everyone will have their share."

Teacher Liu's vision suddenly went dark.

He repeatedly emphasized: "You can't review it."

Feng Mao thought that he wanted to protect the students in his class, and was preparing to say goodbye to him with a dark face. Suddenly, he was so blessed that he remembered the name Yingjiao.

Those glorious events that I had heard about suddenly matched up with the people in front of me.

Forget everything else, it is said that his family background is tough and he even beat up his teacher?

Feng Mao weighed his own and Yingjiao's physiques and got scared.

He put his fist to his lips, coughed, and found his way down the steps: "It's okay not to review, you can take care of the students in your class! Leaders from the Education Bureau will come to inspect these days, and the students must dress uniformly!

"

Teacher Liu nodded, agreed with him a few words, and finally sent him out of the office.

As soon as he turned around, the smile on Teacher Liu's face disappeared. He looked at Jing Ci and said as kindly as possible: "You go back to study on your own, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, smiled sheepishly at Teacher Liu, opened the office door and left.

Teacher Liu doesn't have such a good temper towards Yingjiao.

"Come with me," Teacher Liu said with a dark face, pulling Yingjiao to the corner of the corridor, saying with a headache: "Your temper - can't you restrain your temper? Yes, his words are not pleasant, but

After all, he is the director, why do you just tolerate it? Look how angry you are with him?"

Yingjiao leaned on the window sill casually, raised his eyes and smiled: "Am I angry with him? Didn't I just follow what he said?"

"You!" Teacher Liu was speechless and had a headache: "Tell me, why don't you wear school uniform?"

Teacher Liu has taught Yingjiao for more than a year and knows him well.

I know that although he doesn't like to study, he is not like other poor students who are eager to be in the limelight. As long as you don't offend him, Yingjiao is still easy to manage.

"The clothes are really dirty." Yingjiao spread his hands: "I stayed at the school last night and didn't have anything to change."

"You..." Teacher Liu rubbed his eyebrows: "In this case, I will find a spare set for you..."

"I don't wear other people's clothes." Yingjiao interrupted.

"Why are there so many bad things!" Teacher Liu was so angry that he wanted to go up and give him a beating: "Then what do you want? Go against the director? Our class only has so few points left this week. How can we continue?

If you don’t like it, I can’t afford to humiliate that person!”

"How can you?" Yingjiao laughed and patted Teacher Liu on the back, "Don't be angry, I'll have the school uniforms delivered to you."

"It's better to hurry up!"

Yingjiao took out his cell phone and sent a message.

Teacher Liu glared at him and pretended not to notice.

"I can't wear my dirty school uniform anymore. I need to buy a new one." Yingjiao put away his phone and said to Teacher Liu, "Can you register it for me?"

"Okay." Teacher Liu waved his hand: "I will contact the faculty and staff later and ask them to send it to you as soon as possible."

After the business was finished, Teacher Liu was about to let him go back when Ying Jiao suddenly said: "Teacher, I want to change seats."

Teacher Liu looked at him warily: "Where do you want to change?"

Yingjiao raised his lips and smiled: "Jing Ci's deskmate."

Teacher Liu frowned: "When did your relationship become so good?"

"We must study together, make progress together, and win glory for Class 7. Kill 211, surpass 985, and create the myth of provincial experiment."

Teacher Liu:"……"

Teacher Liu: "...speak in human language."

Yingjiao chuckled: "Men's friendship comes so quickly."

Teacher Liu couldn't bear it any longer and struck him with a bang on the head: "I don't have time to fool around with you! You go back to class!"

"What about changing seats...?"

Teacher Liu's eyes hurt when she saw him now: "We'll wait until Jing Ci agrees."

Yingjiao slowly returned to the classroom. When he passed by Jingci, he found that he was writing in English. Those stiff letters were smooth and beautiful under his pen. Even if he had never seen Jingci’s handwriting before, Yingjiao did not think that Jingci had never read.

People would write such words.

He pulled out his chair and sat down, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Whether it was the curious thing itself or this sudden person, he felt very interested.

He finally found some entertainment when he was bored, but he couldn't let it go easily.

"What are you thinking about, smiling so lewdly?" He Zhou came over and joked: "Did our brother Jiao finally fall in love with a girl and want to fall in love?"

Before Ying Jiao could say anything, Zheng Que rolled his eyes and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Isn't Brother Jiao asexual?"

He Zhou burst out laughing: "Yes, yes, I was wrong."

Yingjiao is good-looking, and has been followed by a large group of suitors, both boys and girls, since junior high school.

But Yingjiao never looked at them twice, and he never had feelings for any of them. Over time, friends who played well with him started teasing him about being asexual.

"It's none of your business." Yingjiao threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth and impatiently pushed He Zhou's big face away: "It's blocking the light, please open up."

He Zhou asked him seriously: "Why is it none of my business? If I really have a sister-in-law, why can't I go see her?"

Yingjiao sneered and glanced at him: "What do you do when you see me? Kowtow?"

"You!" He Zhou was so angry that he simply turned around and ignored him.

Different from the noisy evening self-study, the morning self-study in Class 7 was very quiet. Most people were lying on the table to catch up on their sleep. Occasionally, fancy snoring could be heard.

Therefore, the movement among Yingjiao and the others was particularly loud, which made Jing Ji couldn't help but glance back.

"Hey," Li Zhou couldn't hold back this morning. Jing Ci was reading seriously and didn't want to talk to him at all. He finally saw Jing Ci stop writing and immediately came over: "You have been reading all morning, can you understand?

"

Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."

Li Zhou chuckled, glanced at him, and said in disbelief: "Just brag."

Jing Ci smiled and said nothing.

"Where are we going to eat for lunch today?" Li Zhou asked Jing Ci: "Do you still want to order takeout?"

The provincial experiment does not allow students to order takeout, but there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. After months of research, these people from Class 2 and Seven of Senior High School finally found a weak spot in the corner of the west wall of the school and successfully occupied the mountain.

As a king, he developed it into an exclusive place for Class 7 to get takeout.

Jing Ci looked up at the clock on the wall. It was not even eight o'clock, and he was already thinking about having lunch.

He shook his head: "No, I'll go to a cafeteria to eat."

Li Zhou thought for a while: "Then I'll go too. I'm tired of eating takeout." He bumped Jing Ci's shoulder and told him: "Then you should hurry up when you ring the bell after school. There are too many people going to the cafeteria.

There are too many, and we won’t be able to grab them if we don’t hurry up.”

Jing Ci nodded in agreement: "Okay."

The four classes in the morning were physics, English, mathematics and chemistry. Jing Ci listened to each class very carefully.

The Provincial Experimental School is indeed the best high school in the province. The high school he attended before was good enough, but the teachers were still incomparable to the Provincial Experimental School.

The more Jing Ci listened, the more excited he became. He felt that this was probably the greatest compensation God had given him since he passed through the book.

Several teachers had been warned by Teacher Liu. They didn't believe that Jing Ci would improve at first, but now they felt very relieved to see him with his face raised and listening to the class attentively.

The chemistry teacher was the short fat guy who grabbed Teacher Liu in the office before. His surname was Wang. He had a very good temper and a good heart. He was afraid that Jing Ci wouldn't understand, so he went out of his way to explain it in detail.

Jing Ci was very keen on knowledge. When he saw the teacher looking in his direction and changing his teaching style, he felt warm in his heart.

Even though he had learned everything the teacher said before, he still listened very carefully.

As soon as the bell rang for the last class in the morning, Li Zhou hurriedly pulled Jing Ci and rushed outside: "Hurry up, or you won't be able to catch it!"

"Day, every time I go to Yi Canteen, it's like competing in the Olympics."

Jing Ji was also shocked by the running army on the playground. This had never happened in his previous school: "Do you run like this every day?"

"What else?" Li Zhou lifted his pants: "It's not like you don't know that every time you line up at the end, everything is gone."

As Li Zhou spoke, his feet became faster and faster, and Jing Ci could no longer keep up.

Li Zhou thought he was slow: "I'll run first! Go get a seat." He gasped for breath, turned around and said to Jing Ci: "You, when the time comes, go to window nine to find me and join my team!

"

Jing Ci couldn't breathe as soon as he spoke, so he had to nod his head in response.

At this time, Yingjiao was walking towards the classroom. The driver at home brought his school uniform, and the cooking aunt also brought him food.

He was carrying his school uniform in one hand and a thermos bucket in the other, avoiding the students running to the cafeteria, and was about to turn to the path when his eyes suddenly stopped.

Opposite him, Jing Ci was running this way with his head down, his cheeks flushed, and he looked particularly boyish.

He curled his lips and immediately turned around, walking straight to the opposite side of Jing Ci.

Jing Ci was running forward with all his strength, when suddenly his vision went dark, as if he had encountered some obstacle, but at this moment it was too late to stop. Although he tried his best to control it, he still ran into it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jing Ci immediately apologized.
Chapter completed!