Jing Ci slowly turned around, straightening his back subconsciously.

"I..." He pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "I want to look at the blackboard from a different perspective."

"Huh?" When He Zhou heard this, the expression on his face became even weirder. He looked at Jing Ji in disbelief: "You... are looking at the blackboard? What kind of joke is this? You are looking at the blackboard?! Hahahaha."

Zheng Que also laughed: "No, Jing Ci, have you been drunk by Old Liu? You didn't say anything about cutting your hair, but you still read the blackboard. Are you going to tell me next, that you want to study hard?

Come on, hahahahaha..."

Zheng Que's smile disappeared under Jing Ci's calm eyes.

"Fuck," Zheng Que rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and his voice became louder unconsciously: "Are you serious?"

Jing Ci hummed perfunctorily.

He quietly observed the gazes of the classmates around him with his peripheral vision, trying to get some clues.

"Old Liu..." He Zhou stroked the protruding fat on his belly and sighed sincerely: "Being a teacher in the laboratory of our province is really a humiliation. If you are going to engage in MLM, what else will you do to others?

ah……"

Jing Ci casually took a math book from the table and said casually: "I think this seat is very good. When is the next time our class will change seats?"

He Zhou grinned and laughed: "You don't know this, so you should study hard. Our class changes seats every two weeks." He counted on his fingers: "Let me think about it, the seat I just changed the day before yesterday will be changed next time."

It's...it must be the end of October."

He pushed Zheng Que and said, "Old Zheng, my calculation was correct."

"Don't touch me." Zheng Que had just regrouped to play a game. He almost quit after being pushed by He Zhou. He cursed and avoided He Zhou's hand. He took the time to raise his eyes and glance at Jing Ci: "What are you doing again?

This seat is just across the aisle from yours, what difference can it make?"

Jing Ci had been laying the groundwork for a long time and was waiting for this sentence.

Hearing this, he immediately turned his head, and sure enough he saw an empty seat in the third to last row to the north of the middle row.

This should be the original seat, that's right.

He was not in a hurry to go back, fearing that others would notice something. He lowered his head and began to look through the mathematics book in his hand.

The owner of this seat is probably the same as the original person. The book was written a month after school started, and it still smells of ink. It is clean and there is not a single word on it.

Jing Ci first browsed the catalog, which was completely different from his original textbook. The difficulty had increased a lot, and there were many contents that were only covered in the third year of high school.

The same is true for Chinese. Not only are there a lot more texts that need to be memorized, but there is also one more required textbook.

As for comprehensive science, it is even more difficult. There is a chapter of physics that Jing Ci has never even touched before.

It is indeed a cool novel about academic masters. In order to highlight the strength of the protagonist, all reasonable and unreasonable things are added.

But for Jing Ci, this is not a problem at all.

He is not the type to study hard, nor does he study just to change his destiny. New knowledge, especially new knowledge in science, has a fatal attraction for him.

If it hadn't been for the unexpected situation of sitting in the wrong seat, he would have already started absorbing new knowledge.

Jing Ci put down the book in his hand, tidied up the messy desktop, and then returned to his seat calmly.

"Fuck," Jing Ci's series of operations shocked He Zhou to the point where he almost doubted his life. He glanced back and saw that Zheng Que was playing games in high gear. He probably didn't even recognize his mother standing in front of him right now.

I had no choice but to turn around and touch Peng Chengcheng: "Lao Peng, don't sleep anymore. Let's chat for a few words?"

Peng Chengcheng looked at him and then glanced back.

Although he didn't say a word, He Zhou understood his meaning tacitly: "Don't be rude, Lao Peng. If you dare to wake Brother Jiao up, I will dare to come over and chat."

Peng Chengcheng: "..."

Peng Chengcheng: "What are you talking about?"

He Zhou still felt that it was not true, so he whispered: "What Jing Ci just said is true? Why do I not believe it so much?"

Peng Chengcheng rubbed his eyes and said without interest: "I'll look at it in two days."

"I heard that Lao Liu called him to the office to train him all afternoon today," He Zhi glanced at Jing Ci's back, pointed to his head, and said quietly: "It's probably because he was stimulated here and it's not normal.

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Peng Chengcheng was extremely cold: "It's none of our business."

"Yes, it's good that he's like this. At least he won't pester Brother Jiao anymore." He Zhou smacked his lips: "I can't stand seeing his boneless look."

As he spoke, he smiled to himself and stretched out his hand to indicate the positions of the last three rows: "Unexpectedly, there is someone who wants to learn from our VIP entertainment area, hahaha..."

Yingjiao watched helplessly as He Cong and Zheng Que, these two fools, were tricked by others. Their mouths were like machine guns. They said everything in a sudden voice and thought they were very smart. It was a bit unbearable.

See.

He rubbed his brows, stretched out his foot and kicked He Zhi's stool: "Change your position."

Ying Jiao and Zheng Que were seated at the same table, in the last row of the middle row; He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng were in the second to last row of the middle row, and further ahead was Jing Ci's seat.

"What?" He Zhou looked confused.

"Just change it if you want. There's so much nonsense." Yingjiao stood up impatiently, dragged He Zhou to the back, and sat behind Jing Ci.

"Why are they so different from each other tonight?" He Zhou muttered and sat down in confusion.

The phone in his trouser pocket buzzed and vibrated. He clicked it and saw that Yingjiao had sent him a red envelope.

He Congee accepted it with a smile, and gave Ying Jiao a look: "Oh, as expected of my brother Jiao, he is just so grand. Just change seats, what kind of red envelope are you giving, you are too polite to be polite."

Yingjiao glanced at him with pity: "Take some walnuts to replenish your brain."

He Zhou: "..."

Yingjiao propped up his elbows and propped his chin, tilted his body slightly and looked forward, where Jing Ci was flipping the books in the hole in the table.

Jing Ci has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he likes things that have to be neat. However, the original desk is not only messy, but also extremely dirty. Snacks that have been there for who knows how long are scattered everywhere, and there is dirt everywhere when you touch it, and some of them are covered with hair.

Got green fur.

Jing Ci endured the discomfort all over his body, found a rag under the chair, and wiped the seat from the inside to the outside, not missing every corner.

After all the old stains were cleaned and the tabletop was almost sparkling, I washed the rags, folded them neatly, and started to pack the textbooks.

There was a blue plastic bookshelf placed on the original table. The installation was sloppy, the bottom was uneven, and it wobbled when touched lightly.

Jing Ci looked upset, so he simply disassembled the bookshelf and reassembled it, placing it neatly in the upper left corner of the table. Then he inserted the textbooks one by one into the bookshelf in order of subject and size.

His deskmate Li Zhou saw all his actions, endured it again and again, and came over to touch Jing Ci's forehead.

Jing Ci frowned and looked at him in confusion.

Li Zhou murmured: "I don't have a fever..."

He looked at Jing Ji in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"

"What?"

"Just..." Li Zhou said with gestures: "You said you should study hard. This is so unlike your style."

Jing Ci looked at the newly renovated desktop and felt very happy. He glanced at Li Zhou and asked, "What is my style? Isn't the main task of a student not to study?"

Li Zhou shivered violently at what he said, turned his head in a daze, and did not recover for a long time.

While packing up the textbooks just now, Jing Ci paid special attention and found that although the original person was an out-and-out academic scumbag, he really bought a lot of exercise books and stuff.

Not to mention the basic "Five-Year Three-Year College Entrance Examination Simulation" and "Complete Interpretations of Middle School Student Textbooks", there are also many tutorial books that he has never heard of. They were probably forced to buy by the provincial experiment teacher.

The original person was very single and didn't write a single word, which just gave Jing Ci an advantage.

Jing Ci already had a study plan. He would first listen to a few days of classes, observe the teaching progress of the provincial experimental teacher, and then briefly sort out the knowledge points of each subject and check for any omissions.

Everything was arranged clearly. Jing Ci opened the math book "May 3", calmed down after answering a few parabola questions, and took out his original cell phone from the hole in the table.

Jing Ci remembered that the original family described in the novel was that after his parents divorced, they started their own families. He had a half-brother and a half-sister.

I originally lived with my father, but I didn't usually go to school, but stayed in the dormitory.

But since he has been in the novel, who knows if there are any changes in other places, it is better to verify it.

Jing Ci tried to unlock the lock with his fingerprint, opened the chat software, and looked down bit by bit along the chat box on the left.

The original person didn't have any close friends. The only person he talked to a lot was his deskmate Li Zhou. Jing Ci scrolled up and found that Li Zhou was also the original person's roommate.

After writing down the key information in the chat history, Jing Ji continued to read down, skipping a few useless conversations, he found the conversation record between the original person and his parents.

Just like what was written in the novel, the relationship between the original person and his parents was not close. What Jing Ci saw was more of a transfer record than a chat record.

There was almost no daily communication. Jing Ci just scrolled up casually, and the time was displayed to one year ago.

Putting down the phone, Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

This is good news for him. If the original person and his parents are very close, no matter how careful he is, the secret will be exposed. According to the current situation, even if he changes a lot, it will be a long time before the original parents notice.

thing.

As for adolescent boys, they are suddenly stimulated and want to work hard and stop falling. This is a perfectly normal thing. It will not be unexpected or weird.

"Hey, Jing Ci." Li Zhou came over again at some point. He looked at the mobile phone in Jing Ci's hand teasingly, "Don't you want to study hard? Why are you looking at your mobile phone again? Come on, who of us will follow?

Whoever, just tell me the truth, is this your new plan to pursue Yingjiao?"
To be continued...