Across the screen, there was nothing that could be touched or touched. Yingjiao felt distressed. He tried to make his voice gentler: "If you insist on being so far away from me, that's fine."

He looked at Jing Ci with a smile: "You help me write notes, make study plans, tutor homework, and buy me study materials..."

"You don't need me to tell you how valuable Jingshen's notes are, right? Do you want me to figure it out with you one by one?"

Jing Ci's nose felt sour and he shook his head.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Don't feel any psychological burden, and don't think about paying me back."

Ying Jiao paused, then smiled with relief, and for the first time he took the initiative to mention his mother in front of others: "Don't worry, what we spent was not my father's money, but the inheritance left to us by our mother."

Has Yingjiao’s mother passed away?

Jing Ci's pupils suddenly shrank, and the answers to the questions that had always been in his mind were instantly found.

Why does Yingjiao hate his father so much, and why does he live alone...

Jing Ci didn't have a mother himself, and he had gotten used to it over the years. But when he heard that Yingjiao was like this, he couldn't bear the pain.

He considered his words in his mind and asked carefully: "When did your mother..."

"When I was twelve years old." Yingjiao answered without any pause. When Jing Ji wanted to say something else, he stopped him: "Shh... we won't talk about this today."

"I will tell you everything when I find a time later."

Jing Ci hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Yingjiao leaned against the wall and smiled: "My mother left so much money, not to put it in the bank for good looks, but to spend it on her two sons."

"Baby, I know you want to be strong." Yingjiao paused and said softly: "But... try to rely on me a little more?"

"After all..." He met Jing Ci's eyes and said with a smile, "We are in it for life."

Ying Jiao had discovered a long time ago that although Jing Ci blushed when he was teased by him, he was very independent and had a low sense of security.

If you can do things by yourself, you must do it by yourself. If you can't do it yourself for the time being, you would rather carry it all by yourself than ask others for help.

He built himself up to be indestructible, as if he was born without the emotion of weakness. But he didn't know that the more he was like this, the more people pitied him.

What has Jing Ci experienced in his past?

Yingjiao unconsciously began to figure it out in his mind.

Jing Ci's breath hitched, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He has known his life experience since he was a child, knowing that he was thrown into the trash can by his biological parents like garbage in the cold winter months.

This is true for biological parents, let alone other people.

Children who grew up in orphanages mature precociously, so ever since he was sensible, Jing Ci has never had the luxury of relying on others.

But he met Yingjiao, and Yingjiao was so kind to him that he had almost forgotten the days of walking alone, and couldn't wait to continue walking with this person...

"I..." Jing Ci clenched his fists and tried hard to control his emotions. After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to say: "I will continue to tutor you during the winter vacation."

He has nothing to give Ying Jiao, the only thing he can do is learn.

"Otherwise?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "You still want to leave your boyfriend alone and help others? You have a beautiful idea!"

Knowing that Jing Ci had agreed, Yingjiao felt confident.

The two of them talked for a while, trying to make Jing Ji forget about those heavy things. Ying Jiao finally hung up the phone with confidence.

When Jing Ci returned to the room, Zhou Chao was sitting on the bed reading a book. He was unexpectedly stimulated by the media reports today and wanted to hug the Buddha for the last time.

Seeing Jing Ci come in, he put down his book and asked, "Brother Ci, who are you calling? Your parents?"

Zhou Chao has a straightforward personality, and since he has been in contact with his family whenever he feels depressed these days, he thought Jing Ci was just like him.

Jing Ci was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, with my friends."

Zhou Chao heard this and said casually: "Then your friend really cares about you."

Jing Ci's lips curled up slightly: "Yeah."

The relationship with Yingjiao has taken a small step closer. That night, Jing Ci slept soundly and at ease. The next morning, he entered the examination room with a stable mind.

During the provincial experiment at this time, when Yingjiao stood at the door of Class 11 again, Qiao Anyan completely collapsed.

He had no idea where he had offended Yingjiao, which deserved his persistence in knocking him out every day.

Qiao Anyan felt that in this life of his rebirth, everything was out of order.

He originally wanted to make a counterattack, get into a good university, and manage his life well. But without a golden finger, he himself was not very smart. He had been out of school for a long time before his rebirth, so how could he learn anything.

There is also Yingjiao. In his last life, he tried his best to find out that he likes people with simple minds. So he kept trying to appear ignorant of the world in front of Yingjiao, but it was of no use at all.

Instead of liking him, Yingjiao started beating him.

"Are you coming out on your own, or should I drag you out?" Yingjiao looked at Qiao Anyan expressionlessly and said coldly.

Qiao Anyan was trembling with fear. He instinctively wanted to escape through the back door, but he was also afraid of being arrogant, so he froze in place for a moment.

When Yingjiao saw this, he frowned and walked into Class 11. As soon as he dragged Qiao Anyan out, a loud roar sounded from behind: "Yingjiao! Stop it!"

Teacher Liu had a dark face and hurriedly ran this way.

The final exam results came out today. Yingjiao has made great progress. He originally wanted to report him to the school as an inspirational model and get him a certificate or something, but who knew that this little bastard was causing trouble again!

Teacher Liu was panting heavily and wanted to rush to Yingjiao in one second.

Fortunately, he kept an eye out and came to Class 11 for a walk!

Yingjiao ignored Teacher Liu's roar and knocked Qiao Anyan unconscious for the third time before he came.

Although Qiao Anyan has the luck of the protagonist, it is stolen and very unstable, so his golden finger sometimes works well. He must constantly draw it from other places in order to strengthen himself.

After being knocked unconscious the first two times, the restless luck was just restless. But when Yingjiao attacked him for the third time, the restless luck seemed to have untied some shackles and disappeared in an instant.

returned to their original owners.

"You..." Teacher Liu gasped and ran to Yingjiao, his face was livid with anger. He casually grabbed two students and asked them to help lift Qiao Anyan up. For the first time, he was really angry: "Well, you can't

Listen, right?! That’s good! Just stand in the corridor and reflect for me today!”

"When do you know you are wrong? When do you go back to the classroom?"

If it were any other teacher, Ying Jiaoli would not care, but Teacher Liu is different.

He nodded indifferently: "Okay."

Seeing him looking so helpless, Teacher Liu was so angry that his brain ached.

Punishing him to write a self-criticism? No use.

Calling parents? It’s even more useless.

He's so shameless that he doesn't even have to stand for punishment!

Teacher Liu took a deep breath, calmed down the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Yingjiao, I'm not kidding you. If it happens again, if it happens next time, it will be recorded as a major demerit!"

"When the time comes that there is a stain on your file, it will have an impact on your further study, future work, or household transfer."

Yingjiao nodded simply: "I understand the consequences, don't be angry, it won't happen tomorrow."

Teacher Liu didn't expect that he would give in, and he didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao sneered and looked down at his right hand: "If it weren't for... I wouldn't be too lazy to touch him."

Teacher Liu frowned: "If it's not something? Can't you tell the teacher?"

Yingjiao lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Teacher Liu knew that asking further questions would be a waste of time, so he stopped talking nonsense to him.

When he arrived in Class 7, Yingjiao went to the classroom and got a math exercise book, and then went to stand in the corridor.

Then, with everyone watching in stunned silence, he took off his pen cap and started doing the questions.

He Zhi and the other two followed them out and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Jiao, what's going on between you and Qiao Anyan?"

Ying Jiao calculated on the scratch paper, filled in an answer in the brackets, and responded casually: "Nothing."

Zheng Que was a little unhappy: "Brother Jiao, you don't even have the right words for us now?"

Yingjiao looked up at him and laughed: "No, you guys..." He paused and sneered: "Just think that I can't stand it and he can't stand it anymore."

"Why?" Zheng Que asked relentlessly: "How can the two of you interact? And you have been staring at him during this time. What is the matter?"

"He..." Yingjiao didn't want them to think too much and said calmly: "He wrote me a love letter."

"F*ck!" He Zhou looked shocked: "Yes, this kid, even my proud brother dares to covet him."

Just now, Zheng Que still had a arrogant expression on his face, betraying his brother, but now it immediately turned into anger: "You dare to pry into my brother Ci's corner, are you tired of living? I don't know that everyone in our seventh class is devoted to Brother Ci.

A serviceman? If I had known, I would have followed him and beat him up."

Yingjiao glanced at him expressionlessly: "I'm still dreaming before I fall asleep. Jing Ci needs your wholehearted service? Get away as far as you want. I'm enough for him."

He Zhou Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."

He Zong never expected that even though he was like this, he could still show off in every possible way. He couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said: "Show off, show off, show off."
To be continued...