Turning Into Ex-Boyfriend Chapter 6

Mr. Smith was worried about Ryan Jing and didn't even have a good dinner. She finally made it to the first evening self-study session, then carried her huge water bottle and walked quickly to the classroom.

When he reached Class 6, he deliberately slowed down his pace, quietly moved to the back door of Class 7, and looked inside from the back window.

As soon as I saw it, I felt relieved.

Ryan Jing sat obediently in his seat, with a copy of "Wu San" in front of him, doing his homework. Although he was working very fast and didn't look like he was doing the homework seriously, it was good that he was willing to write.

Mr. Smith nodded with satisfaction and walked in through the front door.

As soon as he showed up, the originally noisy Class 7 suddenly became quiet. No matter what the students were doing, they all frantically looked for books to pretend.

Mr. Smith rolled up the math book in his hand into a tube, picked out a few of the noisiest ones, and hit them on the head one by one, shouting angrily: "You are jumping up and down, are you monkeys? Do you want to go to the podium and perform a monkey show for me? Huh?"

The students who were beaten by him sat there obediently, not daring to say a word.

Mr. Smith is 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body and big hands like palm-leaf fans. With a shaved head and a gold chain, he can become a gangster boss in a matter of minutes. Who dares to go against him?

"Alex He! Ben Zheng! I see you guys are chatting quite enthusiastically. You have too much time, right?" Mr. Smith sneered, "Memorize "Pipa Xing" for me within this week! I'll check it on Friday!"

Alex He wailed, his hands shaking as he held the Chinese textbook: "Teacher, I don't know if I can play the pipa, but if you ask me to recite this, I really can't do it."

As for Ben Zheng, he had no idea what "Pipa Xing" was.

He was still in a state of confusion, but when he heard the name, he thought it was probably an ancient poem, and immediately patted his chest and assured: "No problem."

There are less than a hundred words, and there are still four days. If I memorize twenty or so words a day, I will eventually memorize them.

Alex He glared at him, wishing he could glue his mouth shut. He flipped to the page of Pipa Xing and shoved the book right under Ben Zheng's nose.

"No problem? That's okay with you?"

Ben Zheng was stunned when he looked at the several pages filled with densely written words.

"You don't want to recite it, right?" Mr. Smith was not angry. He looked at Alex He and said, "The game console in the morning..."

Alex He surrendered in a second: "I'll carry it! I'll carry it!"

After taking care of a few people, Mr. Smith walked over to Ryan Jing, lowered his head and picked up the math textbook "Five Three" that he was working on.

Mr. Smith originally wanted to tell him not to work hard in the wrong direction, and that he should focus on the basics when he first starts learning, and there is no need to rush to do the exercises.

I accidentally glanced at a multiple-choice question and found that it was correct.

Mr. Smith almost thought he was seeing things, but he continued reading in disbelief. He read until the end of the multiple-choice questions and didn’t see a single wrong question.

"You..." Mr. Smith looked at Ryan Jing with complicated eyes.

Ryan Jing's heart was filled with alarm, thinking that Mr. Smith had discovered something. Just as he was about to speak out the words he had prepared in his mind, he heard Mr. Smith's words--- "Have you memorized all the answers to the rest of the story?"

Mr. Smith patted Ryan Jing on the shoulder and racked his brains to think of words to encourage him. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said in a rough voice: "You have a good memory, and you can still keep up with the effort now, but don't be like this in the future."

Ryan Jing: ...

Ryan Jing said with a wooden face: "Yes."

"If there is anything you don't understand, go to the office to find the teacher. The teachers are free during evening self-study." Mr. Smith returned the exercise book to Ryan Jing and said with relief: "I will also say hello to the other subject teachers tomorrow. Don't be embarrassed. If you encounter something you don't understand, you should ask. You have to study hard. Our class is not far from the office. You won't suffer any loss if you run more errands."

Ryan Jing felt a little warm in his heart, and he nodded: "I understand, thank you teacher."

"Study hard." Mr. Smith encouraged him again, picked up his big water bottle again, glanced around the class warningly, and walked out of the classroom.

After Mr. Smith left, Ryan Jing picked up his pen and continued to do the exercises. He finished all the exercises in Unit 1. He felt fully recharged. He found a notebook with great enthusiasm and began to organize the knowledge outlines of each subject.

Ethan Ying looked at him for a long time and turned around.

Alex He was holding a deck of playing cards and calling for someone to play Landlord: "Brother Jiao, come on, come on. Damn, I was screwed by Old Zheng. I must find some entertainment, or I will be suffocated to death. Was the Pipa Song memorized by a human? Is Bai Juyi crazy to write these things to harm future generations!"

Ben Zheng wanted to atone for his sins, so he came over and said, "Take one with me, and I'll come too."

"Get lost!" Alex He pushed him aside and pulled up Dylan Peng who was lying on the table. He shuffled the cards and sneered, "You are too stupid. I refuse."

Ben Zheng was furious: "I'm stupid? I didn't even bring Brother Jiao along when I was playing Landlord! I just sent him to be cannon fodder. Who is stupid between us?"

Alex He shook his head: "I'm happy with it!"

Ben Zheng was so angry that he rolled his eyes, threw his phone into the hole in the table, and stopped flirting. He pointed at Alex He and said, "I was watching you lose today!"

Ethan Ying is very good at playing poker and almost never loses. Alex He and the others usually don't like to play with him.

"Two Qs." Ethan Ying half leaned on the desk and lazily threw out two cards.

Alex He looked at his face and secretly glanced at Dylan Peng. Dylan Peng was very alert and immediately turned the cards upside down on the table. Alex He looked away awkwardly: "Two 2s."

Dylan Peng shook his head to indicate that he would not follow.

Alex He happily played another card: "Three threes."

Dylan Peng: "Three eights."

Ethan Ying half-closed his eyes and did not react. The cards in his hand were tilted greatly, and his opponent could see them if he straightened up a little.

His mind was not on playing cards, but on the name Xue Jinxing.

Sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere...

Alex He called him tentatively: "Brother Jiao, it's your turn."

Ethan Ying glanced at the table absentmindedly: "Two eights, right? I have two nines."

"Old Peng came up with three eights." Alex He corrected him: "It's not Jiao, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"

"You..." Ethan Ying put the cards on the table and said thoughtfully: "Do you know Xue Jinxing?"

"I've heard of this name," Alex He thought hard, looking at his head, "but I just can't remember it."

Ben Zheng followed up, "I think I've heard of them too. Are they the perverts in class one and class two? They win this award and that award all the time. Old Liu always talks about them, so they sound familiar to me."

Ethan Ying tapped the table lightly: "Probably."

"What's wrong, brother Jiao?" Alex He was no longer interested in playing cards, and put down the cards in his hand: "Did this blind guy offend you? Should we go and give him a beating?"

"Forget it," Ethan Ying pursed his lips and smiled: "It's okay."

The evening self-study for the first and second year students of the Provincial Experimental School ends at 9:45, and for the third year students it ends at 10:25.

At 9:45, students in the first and second grades can go back to the dormitory. Of course, they can also study until 10:25 like the third year students.

But most of the students in Class 7 ran away as soon as it was past 9 o'clock, let alone 9:45.

Ryan Jing had already agreed with Jason Li to go back to the dormitory with him at night. But Jason Li's phone kept vibrating, so he hid under the table and answered a call. He said, "Go home after school, my friend is coming to see me with a girl!" and ran away with a grin on his face.

"Hey---" Ryan Jing reached out to grab him, but failed. He could only watch him disappear in a flash.

I was secretly worried about how I would find a dormitory later.

Ethan Ying saw him frowning and searching the chat history with Jason Li over and over again, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Seeing that most of the classroom was empty, Alex He couldn't sit still anymore and pulled Ethan Ying: "Come on, Jiao brother, let's go out and have some fun. Lao Zheng has reserved a seat at 1982."

1982 is an entertainment club near the school, where Ethan Ying and his friends often go to play.

"You guys go ahead," Ethan Ying refused, "I have something to do today."

Dylan Peng frowned: "Not going home?"

Ethan Ying nodded, with a hint of smile in his eyes: "I'll stay in the dormitory tonight."

Ben Zheng was puzzled: "Brother Jiao, why did you suddenly want to live in the dormitory? Didn't you say that the bed in the dormitory was uncomfortable and you couldn't sleep?"

Ethan Ying skillfully twirled the pen in his hand and casually changed the subject: "Well, something happened. Have fun, and put it on my account tonight."

Alex He was so happy that he flattered Ethan Ying like crazy: "You are worthy of being my brother Jiao. You are so open-minded! You are such a good brother!"

Ben Zheng smiled and blew a K!ss to Ethan Ying: "Thank you, Dad!"

"Don't be weird," Ethan Ying kicked him and scolded him with a smile: "Disgusting, get out of here."

Ben Zheng didn't care. He dragged Alex He and walked away arm in arm with Dylan Peng.

Ryan Jing originally wanted to follow the students of Class 7, at least to find the dormitory building first, and then go back to the rest. However, the students of Class 7 were basically all day students, and they went straight to the school gate after leaving the teaching building, and did not go in other directions at all.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left in front of the teaching building.

Ryan Jing was just wondering whether he should look for it himself or wait until other classes were over and follow the crowd to the dormitory, when suddenly a deep voice came from behind him: "Hello."

Ryan Jing turned around and saw Ethan Ying coming from behind. He had an upright posture and lazy features. He was wearing a white T-shirt that hung loosely on his body, revealing his lean and beautiful body lines when the wind blew.

Ryan Jing was stunned: "What is..."

"Let's go together." His low voice came from above.

Ryan Jing didn't say anything or move. He had not forgotten the time when Ethan Ying played a trick on him in the classroom just now.

"What's wrong?" Ethan Ying raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled lazily: "Aren't you going back to the dormitory? Why don't you leave?"

He leaned forward slightly and came closer: "Are you afraid that I will sell you out?"

Ryan Jing raised his eyes and glanced at him. How dare this man say that? Didn't he know what he had done?

Ethan Ying laughed softly, his voice sounding particularly magnetic in the darkness: "Little classmate, no, you can't do that. You are so young, how can you have such dirty thoughts? What can I do with you? Can you say soft words? Can you K!ss? Can you..."

"Shut up!" Ryan Jing gritted his teeth, his ears turned red, he glared at him fiercely, and took big strides forward.

Ethan Ying laughed secretly and started to chase after him.