Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji walked to the end of the corridor and was about to turn around, but was suddenly grabbed by the back collar.

He turned his head, Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Little classmate, you are awesome, don't you say hello when you see the same table?"

Jing Ji was having a headache, and he didn't have the patience to play with him, so he knocked down his hand, straightened his collar, and was about to move on.

"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao walked beside him, saw that his face was wrong, stepped in front of him and stood in front of him to take a closer look.

Isn't it because you didn't pass the exam?

The winner didn't ask directly, for fear of irritating him, he deliberately teased: "Have you been bullied again?"

"No." Jing Ci's head was aching, and he didn't want to speak, so he said vaguely, "It's just a little uncomfortable."

After meeting Qiao Anyan this time, his headache was worse than last time.

"Have a cold?" Ying Jiao raised his hand and touched his forehead, feeling it carefully: "It's not hot, is it boring in the classroom?"

"maybe."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Jing Ji always felt that after Ying Jiao touched him, his aching head was much more comfortable.

"Then why don't you go back first and accompany you outside to blow the air?"

Jing Ji shook his head: "The end of the month is about to go away, and the teacher will go to assign homework later." After a pause, he added: "I'm fine, it's much better now."

Yingjiao saw that he insisted, unable to, and could only accompany him to move forward.

The two walked around the second teaching building and walked to the small flower bed.

After the exam was over, the students rushed to the classroom anxiously, preparing for a holiday, and it was just the two of them here.

Ying Jiao's footsteps suddenly stopped, and in Jing Ji's puzzled eyes, he reached out and grabbed the front of the school uniform.

Jing Ji was startled by him: "What are you doing?"

Ying Jiao didn't speak, he took off his school uniform jacket and threw it on Jing Ji: "Help brother take it..."

"Fuck, my back is dirty." He scolded and took off the white T-shirt inside. "I wanted to take it off a long time ago, and it made me feel bad."

Before Jing Ji could react, the upper body of the person in front of him was completely naked.

The boy is tall and straight, because he often exercises, his body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, and his body lines are beautiful and smooth. On the firm lower abdomen, six pack abs are looming.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, he even forgot to take care of his school uniform, and hurriedly turned his head.

Ying Jiao chuckled, reached out and took the school uniform that was covering him, and put it on in a vacuum: "How is it, how is your figure?"

Jing Ji pursed his lips without answering, raised his feet and walked forward.

"Hey, this little classmate, I'm talking to you." Yingjiao chased after him reluctantly, holding back a smile: "To be reasonable, no matter how many people want to see it, you can't see it, you took a huge advantage, give What happened to the review?"

Jing Ji looked at him without words: "I don't want to watch either."

"Then have you seen it?"

Yingjiao rascally stood in front of Jingci, and while walking backwards, he forced him to ask: "Tell me, is it okay?"

Jing Ci was a little embarrassed, but Yingjiao kept asking.

He frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Get out of the way."

Ying Jiao didn't hide, but instead grabbed Jing Ji's wrist, took a few steps back, and pulled him into his arms vigorously.

"Tsk tsk tsk, little classmate, just say it if you want to touch it, it's not that you won't be allowed to touch it." Yingjiao's vile voice came from above his head: "What do you have to do in such a roundabout way?"

"Who wants to touch!" Jing Ji was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he couldn't even feel the headache, so he stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Nervous!"

After he finished speaking, he avoided Yingjiao and walked quickly to the classroom.

Seeing that the little pervert changed his previous sluggishness, he was as high as a little rooster. Ying Jiao chuckled lightly and followed.

Shouldn't I have forgotten about the exam now?

The provincial experiment is worthy of being a key high school. Although there were two days off, the teachers of each subject refused to let the students relax at all. The papers were distributed one by one, and soon, a pile of them was accumulated on Jing Ji's desk.

He carefully collected all the papers, placed them neatly in the clips, and stuffed them into the bag.

Mr. Liu repeatedly emphasized the precautions on the podium: "Don't run, don't make trouble when you go out, and watch when you cross the road. On Monday morning, you should come to the morning for self-study on time. Saturday is also a holiday for the third year of high school, and the dormitory is closed tonight. After coming back from the third year of high school, there are students who want to come back to study early, you can come back with them.”

Seeing that everyone was eager to go home, Mr. Liu didn't say much, and emphasized the need to pay attention to safety again, so he let him go.

Jing Ji has found the address of the original net worth through the records in his mobile phone, and checked the route home.

Teacher Liu said that after school, he went straight to the bus at the school gate.

The seventh shift is considered to be released earlier, so there are not many people on the bus at this time.

Jing Ji found a seat by the door and sat down, holding his schoolbag, thinking about how to behave later.

He really has no experience with his parents, and even if the relationship between the original body and his father doesn't seem to be very good, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

How about being concerned about? Want to say thank you? Does it seem too polite?

What if I ask about test scores? Should I answer honestly or imitate the original performance?

Along the way, Jing Ji thought about things and things, but he had a vague expectation in his heart.

The Jing family was not far from the provincial experiment, and soon Jing Ji walked into a neighborhood that looked very good.

The Jing family lived on the seventh floor. Jing Ji stood in front of the security door with the word "Fu" on it, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door just now.

After wearing it for more than a month, he knew everything about the original body. Jing Ji searched several times, but couldn't find the key to the Jing family, which means that the original body did not have the key to the family.

"Who is it?" After a few seconds, the door was pushed open through a small crack, and an impatient female voice came over: "What..."

Her eyes fell on Jing Ji, and the following words stopped abruptly.

"Who?" A middle-aged man came over with a glass of water. Rao was no longer young, and he could still see how handsome he was when he was young. Seeing Jing Ji, he frowned: "Why are you back?"

Without waiting for Jing Ji to speak, he started to reprimand: "Didn't I tell you not to go home if it's all right? What's the matter? Want money? Or was it driven back by the teacher?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips, and the initial nervousness and worry had long since disappeared. He looked up at Jing's father: "The school has a month-end holiday."

Father Jing didn't believe it: "It's already the beginning of November, what kind of end-of-month holiday are you taking?"

Having said that, he remembered that Jing Ci didn't go home at the end of last month.

Jing Ji explained lightly: "Because of the mid-term exam, it was postponed for a few days."

Jing's father looked him up and down, barely discerning that he didn't seem to be lying, and then pushed his wife Zhao Jinfeng: "Let him come in."

Zhao Jinfeng rolled his eyes and reluctantly stepped aside. When the door was closed, he slammed the door with a bang.

"Okay, I'll hurry back to your room when I get back!" Father Jing saw Jing Ji impatiently.

His ex-wife cheated on him, making him unhappy even with his eldest son.

What's more, if this son is rebellious and doesn't study well, it will only embarrass him.

Father Jing looked at him warningly: "Don't come out and disturb Miaomiao's study, do you hear me?"

Jing Miao is Jing Ci's half-brother, three years younger than Jing Ci, and is currently in the first year of junior high school in the provincial experimental junior high school.

Unlike the original one who spent money and was stuffed in, Jing Miao was admitted based on her own strength. Although I only entered a parallel class, that was also my own exam.

Jing's father likes this young son who is well-learned and well-behaved. Every day in the company, Jing Miao is also what he talks about. So many people don't know that he still has the son of Jing Ji.

The reason why he was willing to spend money to let Jing Ci go to the provincial experiment was not to create a good learning environment for him, but to get angry with Jing Ci's biological mother.

He just wanted to show Mother Jing that he was also his son, and under the same conditions, the one born by others was much better than the one born by her.

She gave birth to that muddy thing that can't support the wall, even if you spend money to send it to a good school, you can't learn it well.

Jing Miao was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, and when he heard Father Jing's words, he looked up at Jing Ji while eating oranges, his eyes were very provocative and proud.

"I see." Over the years, he had suffered a lot from looking down on Jing Ji, and he didn't care about Jing Miao. He calmly changed his shoes and walked inside with his schoolbag on his back.

Father Jing vaguely felt that the eldest son's temper had improved, but he didn't care, he just thought he was having an occasional convulsion.

He stared at Jing Ji, lest he do something inappropriate. Seeing Jing Ji turned the direction at his feet, he immediately shouted: "What are you doing? Where are you going without going back to the room?"

Jing Ji looked back at him, his eyes indifferent: "Go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I haven't eaten yet."

Jing's father suffocated, since Jing Ji returned home until now, he has never thought about this issue.

To hide his embarrassment, he turned to Zhao Jinfeng and said loudly, "Go get him something to eat!"

Zhao Jinfeng sat motionless next to Jing Miao, peeling oranges for him slowly: "I'm busy right now, let him do it himself."

Father Jing frowned and wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on his younger son who looked exactly like him, but he still didn't say anything.

On the cooking table in the kitchen, there were leftover dishes from the evening. Jing Ji picked out a large amount of potato stewed pork ribs and warmed it up, and ate two bowls of cold rice in the electric rice cooker.

After washing the pots and tableware that he had used, he returned to his room.

Zhao Jinfeng looked at Jing Ji strangely, when did this little beast become so sensible?

But that's fine, she didn't want to wash the bowl he used, she thought it was dirty.

The original room is on the back side, the lighting is not very good, and the place is not big. There is only a bed and a wardrobe, and the space is full, and you have to walk sideways, and there is not even a desk.

Jing Ji cleaned up the room briefly, wiped the floor clean, put on pajamas, sat on the ground, put the book on the bed and started to do homework.

His favorite subject is mathematics, so the first thing he does is math papers.

The papers that are usually issued are much simpler than the exams. It only took more than half an hour for Jing Ji to finish a math paper.

The bed in the room was very short, and Jing Ji had to cross his legs and slump when he was writing.

After half an hour, his entire body was numb.

Jing Ji put down his pen, rubbed his sore neck, stood up and was about to stretch his body when the phone suddenly vibrated.

He lowered his eyes, and several messages popped up on the screen—

[Pride]: Little classmate, what are you doing?

[Pride]: Are you still uncomfortable?

[Pride]: Have you eaten yet?

Jing Ji was slightly startled.

Today, he saw his family, but Yingjiao was the only one who asked him if he had eaten.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: the hard work of the past seventeen years, just for this one today.