Until the end of recess, when each class went back to class in order, Jing Ji's face was still red. No matter how much Ying Jiao teased him, he stopped talking.

He simply couldn't figure out why someone had to do so much walking.

Jingci took a glass of water from the water dispenser, drank half of it, calmed his breathing a little, and took out his math book.

The cup he used was a glass cup, and after his fingers picked it up and put it down, there were naturally a few more fingerprints on it.

Jing Ci noticed it when he turned his eyes. He immediately took out two tissues and carefully wiped off the fingerprints on them, then lowered his head and continued reading.

Yingjiao had a clear view of his movements, and suddenly he smiled as he thought of something.

He Zhou happened to pass by him, and when he saw his smile, the expression on his face suddenly became indescribable.

He quietly took out his cell phone and sent a message in the group.

[Uncle He Family]: By the way, does anyone feel the same as me?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:???

[Uncle He Family]: Why is Brother Jiao always pestering Jing Ci recently? Is there something happening between them that we don’t know about?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Ah ah ah indeed! I had long felt that something was wrong between them, but I never dared to say anything.

[Your uncle from the He family]: Brother Jiao has been so promiscuous recently...

[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother Jiao has fallen in love with Jing Ci?

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

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:...

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Lao Peng, I will burn incense for you and have a safe journey. I will remember you during next year’s Qingming Festival.

[Uncle He Family]: Maybe spring is coming...Brother Jiao is starting to get restless.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Spring is here, but autumn is not over yet.

[Jiao]: Are you all in a panic? Will Lao Liu report it?

He Zhou was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone on the ground. He quickly sat up straight and pretended as if nothing happened.

Zheng Que reflexively threw the phone into the table hole with a bang.

Peng Chengcheng still looked expressionless, but if you look carefully, you can see his eyes blinking gently.

Yingjiao sneered and typed——

[Jiao]: Stop flirting with me and do more business. How are the things I asked you to check two days ago?

Mentioning this, He Zhou put away the wretchedness on his face. He thought for a while, slipped to the back window and looked into the corridor. Seeing that Teacher Liu showed no sign of coming, he crouched and trotted to the side of Ying Jiao. He lowered his head and

The voice said: "It's a bit hard to explain in typing, so I'll tell you directly."

Yingjiao frowned: "What's going on?"

What Yingjiao asked He Zhou to investigate was the incident where Li Shi provoked him some time ago.

Although Li Shi is not very smart, he is not mentally retarded. Moreover, he was able to accurately block the toilet that day, which shows that he was well prepared.

Yingjiao always felt that the reason was not as simple as Li Shi wanting to establish his authority.

He Zhou considered the words in his mind and said carefully: "Li Shi met Mr. Ying Sheng before that day..."

The expression on Yingjiao's face suddenly turned cold.

Ying Shengjun, Yingjiao's half-brother, is two years older than him and is the illegitimate son of Ying's father. However, since Ying's father remarried five years ago, the illegitimate son has become a legitimate son.

Yingjiao’s mother’s name is Shib, and the meaning of Yingshengjun’s name can be imagined.

"Brother Jiao, you don't have to come forward in this matter to save yourself the final trouble. Zheng Que and I will find someone to mess with him." He Zhou glanced at Ying Jiao and sneered: "You are doing something behind your back? Who can compare to me, the fat man?"

Even though He Zhou is fair and fat, in terms of ruthlessness and cruelty, even ten Zheng Ques cannot compare to one of him.

"No need," Yingjiao sneered, "If he wants to play, I'll play with him."

Yingjiao lowered his head and quickly sent a message.

Touching the coldness in his eyes, He Zhou suddenly shuddered and walked away shivering.

Yingjiao put away his phone, looked at Jing Ci who was sitting upright next to him, stretched out his long legs, and touched his legs under the table.

Jing Ci paused while turning over the book, without raising his head, and just stepped aside.

Yingjiao pushed further and stretched his legs further, taking up most of the space under Jingci's table.

Jing Ci endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore and turned his head with a cold face: "What on earth are you going to do?"

Yingjiao pretended not to notice his cold face, took out a Chinese book from his bookshelf, and flipped through it randomly: "Didn't you tell me that you were going to tell me "Pipa Xing" this morning? Why don't you tell me?"

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he would also be serious.

He looked up at the wall clock and saw that the third period was about to begin, so he discussed with Yingjiao angrily: "Class is about to start, it's too late to finish everything..."

"It's okay," Yingjiao chuckled and pushed the Chinese book on his desk, "You can speak as much as you can."

He had already said so. Jing Ci couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to go over and said, "The Xunyang River sees off guests the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. This sentence means..."

His voice reached my ears, unhurried, cold and calm.

Yingjiao looked at him slightly.

The sun was just right at 10:30 in the morning, and the warm white light fell on Jing Ci. From Yingjiao's angle, you could even see the thin, tiny hairs on his face.

His red lips opened and closed, occasionally revealing a bit of white teeth.

The surrounding air calmed down little by little, and the impetuousness and anger slowly went away.

Yingjiao lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on his slender fingers that were pointing at the page of the book. The anger in his eyes disappeared little by little.

The third period was Teacher Liu’s math class. One minute before class started, Teacher Liu walked in with a flurry of teaching plans and math books.

"Turn to Chapter 3, Section 2, and let's start talking about inequalities!" Teacher Liu's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he held up the blackboard eraser and hit it twice: "Pay attention to the sleeping ones at the bottom! Close your eyes again and I'll

Let you come and sleep on the podium!"

He glanced down again with warning: "Okay, now let's look at the common methods of proving inequality..."

Teacher Liu's voice is loud and clear. Even if you are standing in the corridor listening to his class, it will not affect you at all.

While Jing Ci listened, he summarized the key points and took notes below.

This note is not for his own use, but for Yingjiao.

If you promise something, you must stick to it even if you grit your teeth.

Jing Ci wrote quickly while secretly comforting himself in his heart.

Once all the knowledge points are summarized, there will be no need to deal with Yingjiao anymore.

Just as he was thinking about it, the back of his hand was suddenly touched.

Jing Ci gave Yingjiao a warning look, pointed at the blackboard, and motioned for him to listen to the lecture.

Ying Jiao did not do as he was told, but looked at his right hand and whispered: "What kind of writing posture are you doing?"

Jing Ci's handwriting was beautiful and graceful, but his writing posture was very awkward. Ying Jiao looked at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more something was wrong. He couldn't help but remind him: "Why are you extending your thumb so long? Pull it back a little."

Jing Ci knew what was wrong with him and shook his head: "It's been many years and I can't change it."

Ying Jiao laughed: "Can't you change?"

He reached out and held Jing Ci's right hand, took off his fingers from the pen one by one, and moved them to the correct position little by little: "Just write like this."

Jing Ci's cheeks felt slightly hot, "Don't do anything, I'll do it myself."

Yingjiao smiled noncommittally and stared at his right hand.

Jing Ci started to feel uncomfortable when he looked at him so well.

He curled up the middle finger of his left hand, scratched it in the palm of his hand, and the handwriting he wrote again became much more scribbled.

"What's wrong with you?" Yingjiao frowned and hissed: "Why is your posture back again? Change it."

Wrong writing posture was very laborious, and after only writing for a while, a flat mark was squeezed out of Jing Ci's right middle finger.

His skin is white, which makes the mark even more eye-catching.

Yingjiao stretched out his slender fingers, gently moved his fingers, and said casually: "Little classmate, you did it on purpose? Do you have to ask me to hold your hand over and over again to change it?"

Jing Ci's cheeks heated up and he glared at him fiercely, but his fingers clumsily moved into the correct position.

Yingjiao liked his angry and angry look. When he saw this, he was about to tease him again when Teacher Liu's loud voice reached his ears: "Yingjiao! Jingci! What are you two doing?!"

Teacher Liu threw the math book on the podium and shouted with a dark face: "How old are you two? Are you primary school students? You still hold hands in class?!"

"You two, stand up! Yingjiao, why are you laughing?! Come on, come on, tell me, what are you two muttering about in class?!"

Yingjiao stood up lazily, his school uniform hanging loosely on his body, but he was not slovenly. Instead, he had a lazy and handsome look. He curled his lips and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, we have such a good relationship that I couldn't help it."

Teacher Liu was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood: "You two have a good relationship?!"

Both of them are students he has taught for a year. How could he not know them?

He suspected that Yingjiao was deliberately bullying Jing Ji, even when he changed seats before.
To be continued...