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."

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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!