[BL] Dressed as The School Grass' Ex-boyfriend [Transmigration]

Chapter 5

Jing Ci turned around slowly, his waist straightened subconsciously.

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

“Huh?” He porridge heard this, the expression on his face even more weird, he looked at Jing Ci incredulously: “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 soup was given to you by Lao Liu? Don’t tell me after cutting your hair, you still read the blackboard. You won’t tell me the next step, you want to study hard Right, hahahahaha…”

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

“Fuck me,” 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.

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

“Old Liu…” He porridge caressed the fat protruding from his stomach, and sighed sincerely: “It’s really a shame to be a teacher in our province experiment. If this is to engage in MLM, what else will happen… …”

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

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 about it, the position I just changed the day before yesterday, next time Yes… it’s the end of October.”

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 Congee and almost quit. He cursed and avoided He Congee’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 is the difference?”

Jing Ci paved the way for a long time, and that was what was waiting for.

Hearing this, he immediately turned his head and saw that there was an empty seat in the third row from the bottom 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 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 a catty to the original, and the book one month after the start of school is still new with the smell of ink. The above is clean, without a word.

Jing Ci first browsed the catalog, which was completely different from his original textbook. The difficulty has increased a lot, and there are 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 in physics, and Jing Ci has never even touched it before.

It’s worthy of learning a superb kind of cool essay, in order to highlight the protagonist’s power, reasonable and unreasonable things have been added.

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

He is not the type of studying hard, nor is he just learning to change his destiny. New knowledge, especially new knowledge of science, has a fatal attraction to him.