Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

That night, father Jing tossed and turned, and couldn’t fall asleep.

He put Jing Miao’s cell phone back, and can no longer go to the internal forum of the provincial experiment. There is no way to get more information about Jing Ci, so he can only try to sort it out in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was impossible.

Jing Ci is his son. How could he not know what kind personality he has?

He had not been pleasant since he was young, and his grades are even worse. He couldn’t compare to his brother. Suddenly someone told him that Jing Ci was actually very good at learning, how could he accept that?

He remembered the previous exam results Jing Ci posted on the forum, all of which had zero scores before, and scored a ridiculous low score last time alone.

This little beast isn’t cheating by using some wireless earplugs, like it said on the news?

Suddenly, Father Jing sat up, the fog in his heart dissipated instantly, yes yes, it must be so!

Jing Ci is a person who can do that, not seriously learning, and just specializing in some crooked things.

Zhao Jinfeng slept well, but she was suddenly awakened by his actions, and his temper suddenly came up: “Why are you not sleeping at this time of night?”

“It’s okay.” Father Jing lay down again, secretly determined that he must call Jing Ci’s class teacher tomorrow to sort out this situation.

Otherwise, if things escalated further, his relatives, friends and that woman would know that his son is cheating at school, where will he put his face.

The first thing Jing Fu did when he went out the next morning was to pick up his mobile phone and call Teacher Liu.

However, after looking through the address book, he was embarrassed to find that he did not have the contact information of Teacher Liu.

Father Jing frowned and thought for a while, logged on to the QQ that he hadn’t used for a long time, clicked on the parent group of Grade 2, Class 7, searched the chat records, found Teacher Liu’s mobile phone number, and dialed it.

Teacher Liu had already arrived at the office by now, and was about to take a walk around the class to see if his cubs were causing trouble. Hearing his phone ringing, he glanced down.

There is no name, it is an unknown number.

Teacher Liu didn’t want to answer. Such calls are usually sales promotion or scams. But after thinking about it again, what if it was his student’s parents who changed their number.

He clicked the answer button: “Hello.”

“Mr. Liu? This is Jing Ci’s father.” Father Jing introduced himself first.

Teacher Liu raised his eyebrows. This is really rare. He has been teaching Jing Ci for more than a year. His student’s father does not come to any parent meetings, does not participate in any school activities, and has never even communicated with him. Why did he call him suddenly?

Is it because he knows Jing Ci’s true results?

Many thoughts popped up in Teacher Liu’s mind for a while, but still politely said: “Jing Ci’s father, is there something wrong?”

“I want to ask the teacher, did Jing Ci cheat in the last exam?” Father Jing put on the Bluetooth headset and started the car and drove to the company. Don’t worry, I will educate him well.”

Teacher Liu was taken aback, then smiled mockingly: “Cheating? Who told you that Jing Ci cheated?”

Father Jing asked back: “Otherwise? How could he get such a high score in the exam?”

Teacher Liu had a violent temper. When he said that, he immediately caught fire(anger): “Why can’t Jing Ci get a high score? If it’s so easy to cheat on an exam. Can he still cheat all the time in class? And Jing Ci’s score is too great. It can’t be done by cheating!”

Teacher Liu took a deep breath and tried to calm down: “Do you know how many points Jing Ci scored on the Mathematical Olympiad test last time? 82!”

“This score doesn’t sound high,” Teacher Liu said in a deep voice, “But Jing Ci is number one in the school.”

Jing Fu slammed the steering wheel, stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road, muttering in disbelief, “How is this possible?”

Olympiad? Jing Ci’s brain can still learn Mathematical Olympiad? Why doesn’t he know?

As Jing Ci was thinking, suddenly a car drove up from behind. The owner rolled down the car window, stopped next to him, and opened his mouth to curse: “Can you fucking drive? Move! Move out of the way! I almost hit the rear-end! Hey, I found that there are few smart people these days, and there are more kinds of fools.”

(T/n: not sure about this one…)

Father Jing was scolded so badly, but just as he was about to reply, he suddenly remembered that he was still on the phone with Teacher Liu, and he could only hold back his breath abruptly.

Later, when the owner of the car saw him not responding, he felt that it was meaningless, spit at him, and drove away.

On the phone, Teacher Liu was still saying: “Jing Ci is the smartest student I have ever seen. Let me tell you that. Jing Ci’s father, not only the Olympiad test, but also the National Mathematical League are very optimistic about Jing Ci.”

“I hope you can cooperate with our work and care more about Jing Ci, so that he can meet the competition with a better attitude.”

Suddenly, Jing Fu seemed to be hit on the head with a hammer. He was in a daze. He didn’t even know when Teacher Liu hung up the phone.

Jing Ci, his elder son, who is like a gangster, really didn’t cheat, but was admitted to the top of the school by his own ability!

Throughout the day, father Jing was absent-minded at work, and his mind was full of Jing Ci.

He tried to remember when his eldest son became better, but it was a pity that he ignored Jing Ci for too long, and he couldn’t even remember a little bit about him.

After finally waiting until the evening, as Jing Ci finished the exam, Jing Fu immediately picked up his mobile phone and called him.

But after calling many times in a row, Jing Ci didn’t answer it.

Of course it was impossible for Jing Ci to receive a call from him. There was still a week left for the provincial preliminary of the National Mathematical League. Teacher Zhao didn’t know he had to find another set of papers.

They were notified two days in advance, went to dinner soon after the exam, and then came to the competition class for a quiz.

After three consecutive exams in one day, the group of top ten students couldn’t stand it.

Teacher Zhao didn’t want them to push them too hard, so as not to leave them in a bad state during the competition. After collecting the papers, he checked the time and let them go back to the class for self-study.

On the way back to the classroom, Jing Ci was suddenly unsure whether his mobile phone was muted. He took out and looked at it, and found that Jing Fu had called him more than a dozen times.

He was silent for a while, and then went to the flowerbed on the left side of the teaching building. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he called Father Jing over.

During the time when the call was not connected, Jing Fu thought a lot. He didn’t care how Jing Ci suddenly learned at this level. For him, it was enough to have such results now.

Didn’t Mr. Liu say that, with Jing Ci’s results, if nothing goes wrong, the college entrance examination champion would not be far from him.

When the results came out, he would set up a few tables, call all his relatives, friends and colleagues over, and brag about this matter.

Father Jing decided to have a good talk with Jing Ci, but the attitude he had developed over the years cannot be changed overnight. After the call was connected, he felt a mouthful of fire in his mouth: “Why don’t you answer the phone? How many times did I call you?”

Jing Ci said indifferently: “I am studying in Shanghai.”

Father Jing coughed awkwardly, and paused for a few seconds before saying: “You tell me the truth, what’s the matter with your grades?”

Sure enough, it was because of grades.

“It’s nothing,” Jing Ci looked down at a small pebble at his feet: “I just want to study hard, I don’t want to do that stuff anymore.”

If he wants to study hard, he can get first from the bottom in the school and get the first in the school all at once?

Father Jing didn’t believe it, but he didn’t bother to delve into it.

“You…” Jing Fu considered his tone: “Listen to your class teacher, you want to participate in a math competition?”

Jing Ci gave a hum.

“Then why don’t you tell your family?” Jing Fu frowned and complained, “How old are you, not as good as your brother…”

Jing Ci didn’t want to hear anything about Jing Miao. He interrupted Jing Fu and said lightly: “It’s not necessary.”

Those few WeChat messages from Jing Miao really struck his heart.

He is indeed a person whose father doesn’t care about him, and isn’t wanted by his mother, otherwise he wouldn’t be thrown into the trash can in a hurry shortly after birth.

“No need?” Jing Fu raised his voice, immediately wanting to get angry. But when he thought of Jing Ci’s achievements now and the glory that might be brought to him in the future, he abruptly suppressed the fire in his heart: “Are you angry with me?”

He sighed: “When you grow up, you will understand how your parents hate iron for not being steel.”

Father Jing tried to make his tone more kind: “From now on, you will go home on Sunday afternoon. Anyway, your school is close to home. You are growing up. Come back and ask your mother to make you some nutritious food.”

After a pause, he added another sentence: “You can help Miaomiao with his homework. Your brother will be in the second year of junior high next year, and he will be divided into classes soon. This semester is very important. You should help him more.”

When the time comes, the two brothers in the family would all be admitted to the prestigious schools, and his face brightened when he thought of this.

Jing Ci said lightly: “His second year is more important than my third year?”

Father Jing frowned slightly, so it’s no wonder that he didn’t like Jing Ci.

Jing Ci’s personality is too much like that woman, very extreme, always competing with his brother, and not knowing how to be modest at all.

“Don’t you have good grades, you can still take first place, and can participate in the competition.” Jing Fu remembered how Jing Ci liked to be praised in the past. When he casually praised him, he would be happy for a long time, so he patiently tried to soften him.

“Miaomiao is not as good as you, so you have to help him more. You are brothers, you break bones and still have muscles. It’s good for you to help him now, and he will help you in the future. You are almost eighteen years old, it’s time to be sensible.”

“Not good.” Jing Ci said with no expression on his face, said work for word: “If he wants to improve his grades then seek a tutor. I don’t have time.”

“Class is starting, I’m hanging up.” Jing Ci lowered his eyes and turned a deaf ear to Jing Fu’s angry voice on the other side of the phone, and pressed the hang up button without hesitation.

He had no plans to repair the relationship with the Jing family, nor did he have the good quality of repaying grievances with virtue. Jing Miao was the only person in his two lives who hated him so much that he felt sick.

Let him treach Jing Miao? Keep dreaming.

Jing Ci stood in front of the little flower bed for a while, rubbing his face, until his expression returned to normal, then raised his foot and walked to the class.

When he entered the door, first class had just ended. Ying Jiao put one hand on the chair and turned to talk to He Zhou.

Hearing his movement, he raised his eyes and took a look. Seeing that it was Jing Ci, he immediately turned around: “Why come back at this time, what happened?”

“It’s okay,” Jing Ci pulled a chair and sat down, pulled a math workbook from the shelf, flipping over and said: “The competition is coming, and Teacher Zhao wanted us to relax.”

Ying Jiao nodded thoughtfully, his eyes fell on the tip of his rapidly moving pen, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Once Jing Ci is in a bad mood, he will put other subjects aside and vent on math problems frantically.

Did something happen just now in the competition class?

Ying Jiao shook his head and quickly denied his idea. As long as it’s not hitting his head, Jing Ci is generally not angry about other things.

So what is then? He was fine at lunch.

As he was thinking, Jing Ci took out his cell phone blankly, he put it directly inside his desk without even looking at it.

In a flash, Ying Jiao glimpsed a series of wechat messages on the mobile phone screen.

The only people who can contact Jing Ci via WeChat are the Jing family, except those in Class 7.

If it were from class 7, Jing Ci would definitely not have this attitude. So, what did the Jing family do to make Jing Ci uncomfortable?

Ying Jiao raised his head and glanced at the wall clock. There was a big break between the two nights of self-study. There was a 20 minute break, and the time to leave class is only two minutes off.

Jing Ci hid his thoughts deeply, and asking directly would end up making him turn away from the topic, and he wouldn’t get anywhere.

Ying Jiao organized the words in his heart, and moved to Jing Ci and asked, “How is the problem?”

Jing Ci gave a hum, and kept the pen tip, writing the answer to a multiple-choice question in parentheses.

“Your school uniform is still in my house,” Ying Jiao said casually, playing with the water-based pen in his hand, “There was no time to give it after the exam these past two days. I will bring it to you tomorrow.”

“No hurry.” Jing Ci finally stopped writing and turned around and said, “I have three sets of school uniforms, enough to change and wash.”

The original owner was too lazy to always wash clothes. Everyone else has two sets of school uniforms, but he has three sets.

“Not in a hurry.” Ying Jiao repeated these two words, and suddenly smiled: “Little classmate, I think I understand.”

Jing Ci didn’t understand: “What?”

Ying Jiao leaned back lazily on the back of the chair and said meaningfully: “Leave your clothes in my house, and I will think of you when I see them…”

He paused and smiled: “So you want me to think about you all the time, whether at school or after school?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?!” Jing Ci’s cheeks were hot, and he almost threw the pen in his hand: “I didn’t mean that!”

“Oh,” Ying Jiao propped his chin with one hand, and looked at him with a smile on his side, “It must be because I am too passionate. It seems that I have to continue to work hard.”

Jing Ci settled down and didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore. He bowed his head and was about to continue to do the question, only to find that when was teased by him, he felt a lot better.

Ying Jiao carefully observed his expression from the corner of the eye, guessing that he had almost forgotten the mess at this moment, and began to get to the topic: “By the way, do you still remember the fight between the two of us in the bathroom?”

Jing Ci put down his pen, closed the workbook, and nodded: “Remember.”

Ying Jiao continued: “Was it cool to use a mop against people at that time?” 

The hatred of having been beaten on the head will never be forgotten in a lifetime, Jing Ci said coldly: “I should have hit a few more blows at that time.”

Ying Jiao smiled: “It’s true, but brother has already avenged you.”

The expression on Jing Ci’s face changed: “Are you fighting again?”

“Where, am I like that?” Ying Jiao drew closer to Jing Ci and lowered his voice: “I later found out that someone gave Li Shi money and deliberately asked him to trouble me, so I took them to have a meal together.”

Jing Ci was surprised: “Who is it?”

Ying Jiao didn’t even hesitate, and naturally said, “My dad’s illegitimate son.”

Jing Ci’s eyes were stagnant, and he suddenly began to regret his excessive talk.

“It’s okay,” Ying Jiao saw what he was thinking, stretched out his hand to wrap his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: “Others can’t know, but you can.”

Jing Ci didn’t know how to comfort him. No one had ever told him about this kind of stuff before.

He held back for a long time, looked around vigilantly, and saw that no one was paying attention to them. Then he stiffly patted Ying Jiao’s forearm, and whispered: “You… don’t be sad, if you need it, you can always talk to me, my mouth is very tight.”

“My mouth is tight.”

This is the second time Jing Ci said this to him.

Ying Jiao didn’t take it seriously the first time, only teasing him with a playful mind, and replied without respect: “How tight is it?”

And now–

Ying Jiao faced Shang Jing Ci’s serious eyes, and his heart felt a mess.

Obviously he was in a bad mood, but after hearing about this, he comforted him in turn.

How could he not like such a good Jing Ci.

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his chest.

He looked down at Jing Ci, held his hand up slightly, touched his head lightly, and said softly: “Everyone has a lump of sh*t, don’t be sad about those disgusting things. Wait for the chance to shovel them out and throw them in the trash.”

Jing Ci froze for a moment, and immediately reacted. The reason why Ying Jiao came to tease him tonight, and even took the initiative to mention the messy things in his home to him, was actually for the last sentence.

“You…” Jing Ci opened his mouth, only to realize that his throat was tight and he was almost speechless. His heart was so warm that he felt hot, and after a long time he calmed down, before he said with difficulty: “You…how did you know?”

Ying Jiao heard his words and chuckled lightly: “What is the relationship between the two of us, can’t you see it?”

Jing Ci subconsciously took his words: “What’s the relationship?”

Classmate? Deskmate?

Ying Jiao looked down at him, met his gaze, and suddenly licked his lower lip: “We gave each other first kiss.”

Jing Ci: “…”

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, then his cheeks burst red.

The author has something to say:

 Jing Ci’s character has to be provoked by a thick skinned and flirtatious man like brother Jiao.

If it was changed to another person, the ending is estimated to be just a novel between classmates.