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Jing Ci turned around slowly, his back straightened subconsciously.

“I…” He pursed his lips and looked down: “I want to look at the blackboard from a different perspective.”

“Huh?” He Zhou heard this, the expression on his face was even more weird. He looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: “You… look at the blackboard? What kind of joke of the century is this, look at the blackboard?! Hahahaha.”

Zheng Que followed with a smile: “No, Jing Ci, what kind of fascination-soul soup have you been infused by Lao Liu? You still read the blackboard after cutting your hair. Don’t tell me the next thing is to study hard? Come on, hahahahaha…”

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

“I- fuck,” Zheng Que rubbed the goose bumps on his arm, his voice increased a lot unconsciously: “Are you really playing?”

Jing Ci gave a perfunctory hum.

He observed the gazes of his surrounding classmates without a trace, trying to get a clue from it.

“Old Liu…” He Zhou caressed the fat protruding from his stomach, and sighed sincerely: “it’s a waste of talent to be a teacher in our province. If you go to MLM, what else will happen…”

Jing Ci took a math book from the table and said casually, “I think this position is good. When will our class change seats?”

He Zhou grinned and sneered: “You don’t know this, so study hard. Our class changes seats every two weeks,” he counted with his fingers: “I think the next time we change our seats will be… the end of October.”

He pushed Zheng Que, “Old Zheng, I’m right.”

“Don’t touch me.” Zheng Que had just regrouped to play the game. He was pushed so much by He Zhou and almost quit. He cursed and avoided He Zhou’s hand, and took the time to look up at Jing Ci: “What are you doing? This position is separated from your seat by an aisle. What’s the difference?”

Jing Ci paved the way for a long time, and was waiting for this sentence.

Hearing this, he immediately turned his head and saw that there was an empty seat in the third row from the bottom of the middle row.

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

He was not in a hurry to go back, fearing that people would see something, so he lowered his head and began to flip through the math book in his hand.

The owner of this seat is estimated to be half the weight of the original body. The book one month after the start of school is still new with the smell of ink. There’s no word on it.

Jing Ci first browsed the catalog, which was completely different from his original textbook. The difficulty has increased a lot, and there is still a lot of content involved in the third year of high school.

The same is true for Chinese. Not only are there more texts that need to be recited, but there are even more compulsory textbooks.

As for the rationale, it is even more difficult. There is a chapter of knowledge in physics, and Jing Ci has never even touched it before.

It’s worthy of learning a superb type of cool essay, in order to highlight the protagonist’s power, 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 is he just learning to change his destiny. New knowledge, especially new knowledge of science, has a fatal attraction to him.

Had it not been for the unexpected situation of sitting in the wrong seat, he would have already absorbed new knowledge by now.

Jing Ci put down the book in his hand and smoothly sorted out the messy tabletop before returning to his place calmly.

“F*ck,” Jing Ci’s series of operations made He Zhou almost skeptical of life. He glanced back and Zheng Que was playing a game. It is estimated that he wouldn’t even notice if his mother was standing in front of him, so he had to turn back and touch Peng Chengcheng: “Old Peng, don’t sleep, let’s talk?”

Peng Chengcheng looked at him, then glanced back.

Although he didn’t say a word, He Zhou understood his meaning tacitly: “Don’t be arrogant, Lao Peng. If you dare call Brother Jiao, I will come and talk.”

Peng Chengcheng: “…”

Peng Chengcheng: “What do you want to talk about?”

He Zhou still felt bewildered, he whispered: “What Jing Ci just said is true? Why do I not believe it so much.”

Peng Chengcheng rubbed his eyes and said indifferently, “Look again in two days.”

“I heard that Old Liu called him to the office and trained him all afternoon today,” He Zhou glanced at Jing Ci’s back, pointed to his head, and quietly said: “It’s probably because he was stimulated here, and he is now abnormal.”

Peng Chengcheng was extremely cold: “It’s none of our business.”

“Yes, it’s good for him, at least he won’t pester Brother Jiao anymore.” He Zhou smacked his lips: “I can’t stand his boneless appearance.”

As he said this, he laughed, and stretched out his hand to gesture to the position of the last three rows: “Unexpectedly, there is a person who wants to learn from our VIP entertainment area, hahaha…”

Ying Jiao watched the two idiots, He Zhou and Zheng Que, who were slightly confused, their mouths were like machine guns, and they said everything bluntly. Just seeing him think that he was clever, makes it hard to look straight towards them.

He rubbed his eyebrows, stretched his feet and kicked He Zhou’s stool: “Change position.”

Ying Jiao and Zheng Que are at the same table, in the last row of the middle row; He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng are in the second row from the bottom of the middle row, and further ahead is Jing Ci’s row.

“Why?” He Zhou looked blank.

“Let you change it, why is  there so much nonsense.” Ying Jiao stood up impatiently, dragged He Zhou to the back, and sat down behind Jing Ci.

“Why is it so abnormal today.” He Zhou murmured, and sat down confused.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, he clicked on it, and Ying Jiao sent him a red envelope.

He Zhou raised his eyebrows openly and smiled, and gave a sullen look at Ying Jiao: “Oh, it’s just a change of seats brother Jiao, why is there a need to send a red envelope, there’s no need to be so polite.”

Ying Jiao glanced at him pityingly: “Buy some walnuts to replenish your brain.”

He Zhou: “…”

Ying Jiao propped up his elbows and squeezed his chin, tilted his body slightly to look forward, Jing Ci was tossing the book in the hole of the table.

Jing Ci has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, the most important things have to be neat. But the original table hole is not only messy, but also extremely dirty. He didn’t know how long the snacks were scattered everywhere, and when he touched the trash, some of them grew mold.

Jing Ci endured his body’s discomfort, found a rag under the chair, wiped the seat from the inside to the outside, letting nothing go.

It wasn’t until the old stains were cleaned up, and the tabletop was almost shining, only then did the rags were washed, neatly folded, and the textbooks began to be placed in.

A blue plastic bookshelf was placed on the original table. It was installed mediocre, and the bottom was uneven, and it swayed with just a touch.

Jing Ci looked upset, and simply disassembled and reinstalled the bookshelf, placing it upright in the upper left corner of the table. Then put the textbooks in the order of subjects and sizes, and insert them locally into the bookshelf.

Li Zhou was at the same table, and had a full view of his movements.

Jing Ci frowned and looked at him puzzled.

Li Zhou murmured: “I don’t have a fever…”

He looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: “You, are you crazy?”

“What?”

“Just…” Li Zhou said while gesturing: “You said you would study hard, it’s not your style.”

Jing Ci looked at the all-in-one desktop, in a good mood, glanced at Li Zhou, and asked, “What is my style? Isn’t it the students main task to study?”

Li Zhou shivered abruptly by what he said, and turned his head in a daze. He didn’t recover for a long time.

Just before packing up the textbooks, Jing Ci paid special attention to it and found that although the original body is an out-and-out scumbag, he really hasn’t bought any workbooks.

The basic “Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years Simulation” and “Comprehensive Explanation of Teaching Materials for Middle School Students” were not mentioned. There are many other tutorial books that he has never heard of before. It is estimated that the teachers of the provincial experiment were forced to buy them.

The original body was a special bachelor, he didn’t write a single word, it’s just so cheap.

Jing Ci already has a study plan at the moment. First listen to the class for a few days, observe the teaching progress of the provincial experiment teacher, and then simply sort out the knowledge points of each subject and check the missing parts.

Everything was arranged clearly, Jing Ci opened the mathematics “Five Three”, solved a few parabolic questions to calm down, and pulled out the original body mobile phone from the table hole.

Jing Ci remembered that the description of the original family in the novel meant that after his parents divorced, they had their own families. He has a half-brother and a half-sister.

The original body lives with his father, but does not usually go to school, but applied for an accommodation.

But since he has worn it 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 fingerprints, clicked on the chat software, and looked down a little bit along the chat box on the left.

The original body doesn’t have any close friends. The only person who talks a lot is Li Zhou at the same table. Jing Ci flipped over and found that Li Zhou was still the original owner’s roommate.

After writing down the key information in the chat log, Jing Ci continued to look down, skipping a few simple conversations, and found the conversation record between the original body and his parents.

As written in the novel, the relationship between the original body and the parents is not close. What Jing Ci saw was not so much a chat record as a transfer-account record.

But there was almost no daily communication, Jing Ci only flipped up at will, and the time showed up to one year ago.

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

This is good news for him. If the original body is very close to his parents, he will blow his cover if he’s not careful. According to the current situation, even if he has changed a lot, it will be a long time before the original owner’s parents notice it.

But adolescent boys are suddenly stimulated and want to work hard and stop falling. This is a normal thing, not abrupt, let alone weird.

“Hey, Jing Ci.” Li Zhou didn’t know when he came over again. He teased him as he looked at Jing Ci’s phone in his hand. “Aren’t you going to study hard? Why did you start looking at your phone again? Come on, just tell me the truth, is this your new plan to chase after Ying Jiao?”

Behind them, Ying Jiao’s ears stood up quietly.

Jing Ci put away his mobile phone, opened the “Comprehensive Teaching Materials for High School Students”, and calmly denied: “No.”

Li Zhou: “You tell me, I promise not to tell anyone.”

Jing Ci was helpless: “Really no.”

“I don’t believe it.” Li Zhou took away the book in his hand and pursued it: “Unless you like others and change your target.”

There was a flash of inspiration in Li Zhou’s mind. His eyes widened, as if he had discovered something, and he held Jing Ci, “Right, you are not in love anymore?”

“Yes, yes, it must be so!”

“Who? Who is that person? Do I know them?”

“Do they particularly study well? Are they from a super higher class?”

“What’s their name? Tell me! Tell me!”

Li Zhou believed in his own judgment very much. No matter how Jing Ci denied it, he firmly believed that Jing Ci’s sudden change was for that person.

Jing Ci couldn’t help getting entangled with him, and couldn’t wait to write the question. Jing Ci saw the cover of “The Complete Solution” on the desktop, and said casually: “Xue Jinxing.”

Behind him, Ying Jiao’s eyes lit up, and his eyelids drooped slightly.


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The author has something to say:

I, Ying Jiao, even if I am always single for my whole life, I won’t be with Jing Ci!

Later————

F*ck! Who is Xue Jinxing?!

Be careful not to get on brother Jiao’s bad side…

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