Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Yingjiao is in good health and has a lot of firepower. Even with a thin layer of sweater, Jing Ji can still feel the heat on his body and surrounds him warmly.

The playground was noisy, the light rain was still falling intermittently, and the students around were coming and going, laughing, talking, or rushing.

Yingjiao hugged him with one hand and held an umbrella with the other. The small space under the umbrella was protected from wind and rain.

Jing Ji was stunned for a few seconds, and then he gently reached out and pushed Ying Jiao away: "Are you still going?"

"Let's go." Ying Jiao pulled him back again, afraid that he would get really angry and run outside and get wet, so he didn't dare to tease him again, and said with a high-sounding voice, "Isn't this worried that you are cold?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his shoelaces: "It won't be cold if you go back early."

Yingjiao choked, and he was at a loss for words for the first time ever.

He smiled and said helplessly: "Okay, you're right, you're right."

No matter how big the provincial experiment playground is, it is only a few minutes' walk to the dormitory building. Soon, two people stood at the door of the dormitory.

Ying Jiao handed the schoolbag on his body to Jing Ji: "Go in."

Jing Ji was startled: "Aren't you going in?"

"I go home."

"You... didn't you mean to stay tonight?"

Yingjiao pulled the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and hung it on his arm, saying, "No, I have something to do when you go back tonight. It's because you didn't bring an umbrella. Okay, let's go up."

He waved at Jingci: "Brother is gone, see you tomorrow."

Jing Ji pursed his lips, seeing that Ying Jiao was about to turn around, he hesitated for a while, but still said to him, "Be careful on the road."

Yingjiao's footsteps paused, and then the corners of his lips curled up a little.

Jing Ji climbed up to the third floor and stood at the door of his dormitory. Just as he was about to reach out and push the door, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Li Zhou was startled when he saw him: "I'm going, it's really a coincidence." He shook the umbrella in his hand: "If you don't come back, I want to pick you up."

Jing Ci thanked him, put the schoolbag on the only table in the dormitory, adjusted the angle a few times, and stopped until it looked pleasing to the eye.

Li Zhou circled around him, and the more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong.

He reached out and touched Jing Ji, wondering: "Didn't you bring an umbrella? Why isn't it wet at all?"

Jing Ji was holding a pot with a short body. Hearing the words, he paused and said vaguely, "Shared a handful with others."

"Yo," Li Zhou's eyes fell on his face, and he said with envy: "It's good to be handsome, is it a girl who borrowed your umbrella?"

girl?

Thinking of Ying Jiao's face with clear water chestnuts, Jing Ji's lips curled slightly, but he didn't answer.

Li Zhou consciously discovered the truth, lay down on the bed, and sighed: "Girls now look at their faces, but it's a pity that they don't understand a truth, not only they want a boyfriend, but also the handsome one."

Jing Ji was walking out with the basin in his hand, and when he heard what he said, he didn't explain anything, he just changed the topic without a trace: "There are also people who look at talent."

Li Zhou: "..."

Unfortunately, he has neither face nor talent.

He threw himself on Jing Ji with a fierce face, put his arms around his neck, and said viciously, "Tell me again and try?"

Jing Ji smiled: "You are not allowed to tell the truth?"

"Okay, you!" Li Zhou tried hard to knock him down.

At this moment, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and several boys from Class 7 who were also staying in the dormitory walked in.

Seeing the actions of the two of them, a boy immediately pulled Li Zhou away: "What are you doing? What are you doing?!"

Wu Weicheng pushed Li Zhou aside and glared at him: "You! Stay away from our Jing Ji's head! Do you understand!"

Wu Weicheng was the monitor of the seventh class, and he was the only person in the previous seventh class who could enter the top 350 of the grade. His other subjects are not bad, only mathematics, just like Chen Miaomiao, but he is not enlightened.

Every time I take an exam, I can't do the next big questions in nine out of ten, and I'm often called by Mr. Liu to the office to be scolded after the results come out.

Ever since he saw Jing Ci got a perfect score in the math test in the midterm exam, he always ran over to ask Jing Ci questions.

The seventh class also joked that he and Chen Miaomiao had to give Jing Ci a pennant at the end of their term.

Wu Weicheng has a very outgoing personality. After the two got acquainted, he would bring some boys from Class 7 to Jingci's dormitory from time to time.

He is tall and tall, the same shape as Mr. Liu. Everyone else is a normal number 1, but he is number xxxl. Li Zhou has no power to fight back at all in his hands. Like a chicken, he was lifted and slipped aside.

"I don't care about the brainless fans!" Li Zhou sighed and whispered.

Several other boys sat down beside him, put their arms on Li Zhou's shoulders, and joked: "Fortunately, Jing Ci is not a girl, otherwise, I will be entangled by Old Wu in this life."

Wu Weicheng hissed and frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

I glanced at Jing Ji and saw that he didn't care, so I was relieved.

Before, because the original body was too arrogant to chase after the victory, the seventh group all defaulted to Jing Ji like boys.

But since Jing Ji got better, he never pestered Ying Jiao, but Ying Jiao often made jokes with him. The seventh class couldn't figure out whether from the prospect Ci really liked to win arrogance, or just like the grades, it was purely a deliberate act of secondary illness.

I was curious for a while and didn't see anything, and over time it didn't matter.

It doesn't matter if he likes men and women.

They like men. One of the boys in the whole school counts as one, and they are not worried at all. If you like women, then there is nothing wrong with them.

But careful people still avoid making such jokes with Jing Ji, lest he be unnatural.

A few boys smiled and made a begging gesture to Wu Weicheng.

When they came, it would not be good for Jing Ji to wash up again. He put the basin at his feet and stayed to chat with a few people.

Wu Weicheng calculated the time and said, "It goes by so fast, tomorrow is Saturday."

"What happened on Saturday." Li Zhou curled his lips, leaned on the folded quilt, and sighed: "No holiday."

"Yeah," said the boy next to him, "I'm so envious of seeing other schools on vacation, and my dad is also really, I'm not the one to study, but he just wants to put me in the provincial experiment, and the major is not right. "

Jing Ji smiled, didn't answer, took out a bag of baguettes from the drawer and threw it to them.

He was often hungry when he came back at night, so he kept a few bags of baguettes in the bedroom. This stuff is cheap, can be stored for a long time, and can be much better if you eat a few when you are hungry.

A few boys were not polite to him, they took one by themselves, tore them apart and put them in their mouths.

They are all sixteen or seventeen years old with a long body, and they can stuff anything into their stomachs.

After a boy finished eating, he just wanted to put the packaging bag on the bed, but Jing Ji gave him a light look, his back unconsciously stood up, and he hurriedly threw it into the trash can.

"The school's bathroom will open tomorrow," Wu Weicheng said while eating, "Are you going to take a bath?"

In summer, boys usually wash in the toilet.

But now that the weather has cooled down, if you use cold water again, you will get sick.

Jing Ji thought for a moment and nodded, "I'll go."

The provincial experiment is very strict with residential students, and usually they are not allowed to leave the school at all. The school's bathhouse is only open on Saturdays, Sundays, and two days, so it's not summer, so if you want to take a bath, you must choose these two days.

Several others agreed: "Go go go."

"Then you take everything with you tomorrow morning. We won't eat at noon and go directly to the bathhouse." Wu Weicheng swallowed the last bite of bread in his mouth and said, "Otherwise, we won't be able to grab the faucet."

Jing Ji nodded: "Okay."

Although it is also possible to go out to wash on Sunday afternoon, it is only half a day off every week, which is very valuable. Most students choose to go to the bathhouse on Saturday.

So noon on Saturday is the most crowded time in the provincial experimental bathhouse.

"No one is allowed to write ink at that time," Wu Weicheng looked at the boys and warned: "As soon as the bell rings after the fourth get out of class, we will immediately rush out to grab a seat, do you hear me?"

Li Zhou gave him a white look: "Do you need to tell me? It seems like someone has never been there."

Wu Weicheng ignored him, turned to Jing Ji, and made a double-standard dog very honestly: "You'll be fine, I'll help you occupy space when the time comes."

Jing Ji smiled: "No need, I'll do it with you."

When Jing Ji first came here, he was really not used to the atmosphere of the provincial experiment, but after staying for a long time, he gradually accepted it. Sometimes he ran to the cafeteria faster than Li Zhou.

A few people agreed on this.

The next morning, Jing Ji wrapped shampoo, towels and other bathing utensils in plastic bags, stuffed them into a schoolbag, and carried them into the classroom.

The opaque plastic bag he used was put into the table hole after he got to the seat, so even if Yingjiao was at the same table as him, he didn't find it.

Until the end of the third get out of class, Wu Weicheng shouted loudly in the classroom: "Hurry up after class later! I think there will be a lot of people in the bathroom today."

Several boys responded sparsely, and Jing Ji also nodded.

At that time, Yingjiao and He Conge were returning from outside.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Yingjiao's lips gradually disappeared.

He looked at He Conge blankly: "Did I hallucinate, or did they drift away? What did they do when they resigned from Jing Jing?"

He porridge was covered with hair from his eyes, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said embarrassingly: "Wash, take a bath?"

He wanted to give Wu Weicheng a wink, but Wu Weicheng not only didn't look at him, but ran to Jing Ji's side, and said happily, "I brought a bath towel, and then you can rub your back."

Jing Ji pointed to his table hole: "I brought it too, then I will help you rub it too."

Ying Jiao sneered, walked over and pushed Wu Weicheng aside.

Wu Weicheng was furious, and was about to get angry, when he saw that it was him, he ran back to his seat in a dejected manner.

Yingjiao took a breath and tried to calm down: "Don't go with them, tomorrow brother will take you out to wash."

Jing Ji shook his head and turned the page of the Mathematical Olympiad book in his hand: "It's been said."

Ying was so arrogant that he wanted to squeeze twice on his face.

I'm really brave. I can take a bath with a group of wild men today, but what about tomorrow? What can he do tomorrow?

Yingjiao gritted his teeth gently, very good, it's not his fault, these people forced him...

Wu Weicheng, who was lying on the table, felt a chill on his back inexplicably. He raised his head blankly and glanced at it a few times, then he reached out and scratched twice, and continued to lie down.