Until the end of the inter-class exercises, when each class returned to the class in order, Jing Ciâs face was still red. No matter how much Ying Jiao teased him, he stopped talking.
He couldnât figure out why there were so many people running so much.
Jing Ci went to the water dispenser and took a glass of water, drank half a glass, breathed slightly, and took out a math book.
The cup he used was a glass, and after he picked it up and put it down, there were naturally a few more fingerprints on it.
When Jing Ci turned his eyes and saw this, he immediately took out two paper towels and carefully wiped off the fingerprints on them. Then he lowered his head and continued reading.
Ying Jiao had a full view of his movements, and he didnât know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled.
He Zhou happened to pass by him, and when he saw his smile, the expression on his face suddenly became incomprehensible.
He quietly took out his phone and sent a message to the group.
[Uncle He]: By the way, does anyone feel the same as me?
[Zheng Que is incorrect]:? ? ?
[Uncle He]: Why is Brother Jiao always pestering Jing Ci recently? Did something happen between them that we donât know?
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[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Ah, ah, sure enough! I thought that something was wrong with them, but I didnât dare to say it.
[Uncle He]: Brother Jiao hasnât been right latelyâ¦
[Peng Chengcheng]: did brother Jiao fall in love with Jing Ci?
[Uncle He]:â¦
[Zheng Que is incorrect]:â¦
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Old Peng, Iâll light you an incense to go all the way to next yearâs Qingming Festival, Iâll remember you.
[Uncle He]: Spring is coming soon⦠Brother Jiao is also probably starting to get restless.
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: A few are in spring, but autumn has not passed yet.
[Jiao]: Are you panicking at your leisure? Where did Old Liu report something?
He Zhou was so scared that his phone almost fell to the ground, he quickly sat down, pretending that nothing happened.
Zheng Que reflexively threw his phone into the table hole, followed by the sound of a bang.
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Peng Chengcheng still had an expressionless look on his face, but if you look closely, you can see that his eye lashes are quivering.
Ying Jiao sneered, typingââ
[Jiao]: Be less yy, do more business, what happened to the things that I asked you to check the last two days?
(T/n: not sure what yy means)
Mentioning this, He Zhou put away his wretched face. He thought for a while, slid to the back window and looked into the corridor. He saw that Teacher Liu showed no sign of coming over. He trotted over to Ying Jiaoâs side. He whispered: âItâs a bit difficult to type, Iâll say it to you directly.â
Ying Jiao frowned: âWhatâs the matter?â
What Ying Jiao asked He Zhou to check was the incident when Li Shi provoked him some time ago.
Although Li Shiâs brain is not very good, he is not mentally retarded. Whatâs more, he was able to block him in the bathrooms accurately that day, enough to show that he was prepared before.
Ying Jiao always feels that the reason wasnât because of Li Shiâs desire to establish power.
He contemplated his words and said carefully, âLi Shi had met with Ying Shengjun before that dayâ¦â
The expression on Ying Jiaoâs face suddenly became cold.
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Ying Shengjun, Ying Jiaoâs half-brother, who is two years older than his father, is the illegitimate son of Ying Jiaoâs father. However, since Ying Jiaoâs father remarried five years ago, the illegitimate child has become a legitimate child.
When Ying Jiaoâs motherâs name is Shi Jun, the meaning of Ying Shenjunâs name can be guessed.
âBrother Jiao, you donât have to come forward on this matter, so as to save trouble. Zheng Que and I will find someone to f*ck him.â He Zhou glanced at Ying Jiao and sneered: âWho can beat my fat?â
Regardless of how fat and white He Zhou is, when it comes to being cruel, ten Zheng Que canât match him.
âNo,â Ying Jiao sneered: âIf he wants to play, I will play with him.â
Ying Jiao bowed his head and quickly sent a message out.
Seeing the coldness in his eyes, He Zhou shivered suddenly, and walked away tremblingly.
Ying Jiao put away the phone, looked at Jing Ci who was sitting right next to him, stretched out his long legs, and touched his leg under the table.
Jing Ci turned the book for a while, didnât look up, but gave way to the side.
Ying Jiao stretched his legs out more and more, directly occupying most of the space under Jing Ciâs table.
Jing Ci endured and endured, and finally couldnât hold back, turning his head coldly, âWhat are you trying to do?â
Ying Jiao pretended not to see his cold face, pulled out a Chinese book from his bookshelf, and flipped through it casually: âDidnât you want to tell me âPipa Xingâ in the morning, but now you wonât tell me?â
Jing Ci froze for a moment, as if he didnât expect him to be serious.
He looked up at the wall clock, and the third class was about to begin, so he negotiated with Ying Jiao in a good voice: âClass is about to start, itâs too late to finish explainingâ¦â
âItâs okay,â Ying Jiao chuckled, and pushed the language book to his desk, âJust speak as much as you can.â
He had said so, and Jing Ci refused to resign, so he had to move forward: âSeeing off guests at the head of Xunyang river at night, maple leaves and grass flowers in autumn. This sentence meansâ¦â
His voice came into his ears, unhurriedly, coldly and calmly.
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Ying Jiao looked at him slightly.
The sunlight at ten thirty in the morning was just right, and the warm white light hit Jing Ci. From Ying Jiao angle, he can even see the fine and small hairs on his face.
His rosy lips opened and closed, occasionally showing little white teeth.
The surrounding air calmed down a little bit, and the impetuousness and anger slowly went away.
Ying Jiao lowered his gaze, his gaze fell on his slender finger that was touching the page, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared little by little.
The third class was Teacher Liuâs math class. When the class was one minute break was over, Mr. Liu walked in hurriedly with the teaching plan and the math book.
âTurn to the second section of Chapter 3, letâs start talking about inequalities!â Teacher Liu, with his eyes burning, held up the blackboard eraser and banged on the blackboard twice: âTo the people that are sleeping at the bottom, pay attention! If you close your eyes again, Iâll let you come to sleep on the podium!â
He sent a warning glance down again: âOkay, now letâs look at the common methods of inequality proofâ¦â
Teacher Liuâs voice was loud, and even if someone was listening to his class while standing in the corridor, it would not affect them from hearing him at all.
While listening, Jing Ci summarized the key points below and took notes.
This note was not for his own use, but for Ying Jiao.
This is what he promised, even if he gritted his teeth, he still has to stick to it.
While Jing Ci wrote quickly, he secretly comforted himself in his heart.
After all the knowledge points are summarized, there is no need to deal with Ying Jiao.
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Just as he was thinking about this, the back of his hand was suddenly touched.
Jing Ci glanced at Ying Jiao warningly, pointed to the blackboard, and motioned for him to focus in class.
Ying Jiao didnât do it, but looked at his right hand and whispered, âWhat is your writing posture?â
Jing Ciâs handwriting was beautiful and smart, but his writing posture was twisted. Ying Jiao looked at him for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was off, and he couldnât help but remind him: âWhat are you doing with your thumbs stretched so long, shrink back a little.â
Knowing this problem, Jing Ci shook his head: âItâs been many years, but I canât change it.â
Ying Jiao snorted: âCanât change it?â
He stretched out his hand to hold Jing Ciâs right hand, took his fingers off the pen one by one, and moved him to the correct position little by little: âJust write.â
Jing Ciâs cheeks were slightly hot, âDonât do it, Iâll do it myself.â
Ying Jiao smiled non-committal and stared at his right hand.
Jing Ci looked at him, and he was starting to feel uncomfortable.
He curled up the middle finger of his left hand and scratched it in the palm of his palm, and his posture writing was messed up again.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Ying Jiao frowned and hissed: âWhy did you go back again? Change it.â
The wrong writing posture was very laborious, and after such a short time, Jing Ciâs right middle finger left him with a nail mark.
His skin was pale, and it seemed that the mark became more and more eye-catching.
Ying Jiao stretched out his slender fingers, flicked his fingers lightly, and said casually, âLittle classmate, are you being deliberate? Do I have to hold your hand over and over again to change it?â
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Jing Ci gave him a fierce look, but his fingers changed awkwardly to the correct posture.
Ying Jiao likes his small look of anger. As soon as he saw it, he wanted to tease him again. Teacher Liuâs loud voice came into his ears: âYing Jiao! Jing Ci! What are you two doing?!â
Teacher Liu threw the math book onto the podium, and shouted with a black face, âHow old are you two? Elementary school students? Are you holding hands in class?!â
âYou two stand up for me! Ying Jiao, what are you laughing at?! Come, you tell me, what do you two want to do while mumbling in class?!â
Ying Jiao stood up lazily, his school uniform jacket hanging loosely on him, but it was not sloppy. On the contrary, there was a kind of lazy handsomeness. He curled his lips: âSorry teacher, the relationship between us is too good to hold back.â
Teacher Liu was so angry that he almost spewed out old blood: âYou two have a good relationship?!â
He has taught these two students for a year. How could he not understand them?
He suspects that Ying Jiao is deliberately bullying Jing Ci, even after the previous seat change.
Ying Jiao sighed deeply: âMy mother taught me not to lie since I was a child. I didnât expect that no one would believe the truth these days.â
He stretched out his hand helplessly, and put his right hand on Jing Ciâs shoulder vainly: âI like him so much. Really, he looks very much like me.â
Teacher Liu suppressed his anger: âWhere do you two look like?â
He just wanted to say that Jing Ci has been trying very hard to make progress recently, which is completely different from him.
But then Ying Jiao said: âWe are both very handsome.â
Teacher Liu:ââ¦â¦â
Teacher Liu couldnât bear it, and in a rage sent the two together into the corridor.
Jing Ci was punished to stand for the first time, he couldnât react to it for a while. Ying Jiao tugged at him, and he just left the classroom ignorantly.
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Teacher Liu sneered and looked at the two of them: âIsnât your relationship good? Itâs not weird in class, right? Okay, you two just stand holding hands for me like this! Donât let go after class!â
Jing Ciâs face turned red immediately.
Even if the penalty station is fine, why hold hands?
Just as he wanted to protest with Teacher Liu, Ying Jiao quickly took his hand and held it very naturally. Then he turned his head and thanked Teacher Liu sincerely: âThank you, teacher for understanding us.â
He now wants to order âCheng Quanâ for Teacher Liu.
(T/n: itâs a song? Lmao idk)
Teacher Liu was so angry that he walked into the classroom without looking back, and slammed the door.
âWhy is he so angry?â Ying Jiao turned his head with a smile, and frowned at Jing Ci: âYouâre angry? Brother, this was for your own good.â
Ying Jiao raised the hands of the two people, and motioned Jing Ci with his eyes to look down: âLook at how your fingers are pressed. Okay, donât be angry, or brotherâ¦â
âIâm not angry,â Jing Ci interrupted him. He didnât know how Ying Jiao thought this was for his own good, butâ
He looked at Ying Jiao, frowning and said: âWe are missing math class, will you be able to understand this for next class? Otherwise, I will tell you again when we go back, and when we have timeâ¦â
Looking at the faint worry on his face, Ying Jiao suddenly felt as if he was being messed with.
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âOkay, Iâm fine.â His lips curled slightly and his voice was soft: âLittle classmate, donât think about these things, listen to the teacher first, and hold my hand well.â
As he said, he let go of Jing Ciâs hand, and reached out his hand motioning for him to hold himself first.
Jing Ciâs eyes paused, and his ear turned slightly red.
Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and chuckled: âWhat? Now you donât even listen to the teacherâs words?â
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled: âNo.â
Ying Jiao lowered his voice and leaned in his ear: âIs there a problem?â
Jing Ci was silent.
After a long while, he finally nodded gently.
Ying Jiao laughed, when the thin white hand stretched out, and he held it tightly with his backhand.