Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

"No need." Jing Ji's breathing was a little short, he clenched the doorknob tightly, and emphasized again: "No need."

Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you use it?" He stuck to the door and looked at Jing Ji: "Didn't you want to rub each other with Wu Weicheng before, why can't you come to me?"

Jing Ji didn't know what happened to him.

Mingming told Wu Weicheng that when he took a bath, it was as natural as eating and drinking. But when it comes to Yingjiao, as long as you think about it for a while, you will feel too ashamed.

"I..." He stammered, "You don't take a bath..."

Yingjiao immediately said: "Then I will take off and wash with you now."

Jing Ji's face flushed red.

When Yingjiao saw this, the smile in his eyes deepened. He stretched out his hand and pinched Jing Ji's face, took a step back, and let go of his hand: "Okay, I won't tease you, let's go wash."

Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief, didn't even care about pinching his face, and hurriedly closed the door.

Ying Jiao glanced at the closed bathroom door, walked away and sat on the sofa.

The two came out after class, and haven't eaten yet. Yingjiao took out his mobile phone and opened the takeaway app to browse store by store.

In the bathroom, Jing Ji seemed to have already started to wash, and the sound of water continued.

Yingjiao took a deep breath, changed to sit on the end of the sofa farthest from the bathroom, and continued to look at his phone.

However, the sound of water seemed to be deliberately opposing him, always trying so hard to dig into his ears, even if he didn't want to hear it.

Yingjiao held the phone, but his eyes gradually lost focus.

The thoughts in my head are like wild horses running away, thinking about where Jing Ji has washed now, and then thinking about whether Jing Ji used the bathtub he used...

The old hooligan in Wannian's show, his ears gradually turned red.

Yingjiao coughed, picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and turned up the volume.

A popular song is playing on the TV, and a clear male voice is singing: "Burn it..."

Yingjiao... Yingjiao felt like he was going to burn up.

He glanced down at his pants and cursed in a low voice. Reaching out and grabbing the bottle of mineral water that was just taken out of the refrigerator, he put it on his face.

"Hey—" Ying Jiao shivered suddenly, but not only did the heat in his heart not decrease, but he became more excited.

"Fuck." Ying Jiao threw the mineral water irritably, walked to the window awkwardly, and opened the window.

The cold and damp wind rushed in from the window in an instant, Yingjiao avoided it sideways, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, smoking while ordering takeout, and it was not until the cigarette was exhausted that he felt better.

He put the cigarette **** in the ashtray, put down the phone and closed the window.

The sound of water in the bathroom continued, stirring him up every now and then. Ying Jiao hummed, threw the phone on the sofa, walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

The sound of water inside suddenly stopped, and then came Jing Ji's flustered voice: "Is something wrong?"

"Yes," Yingjiao leaned against the wall, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm ordering takeout, I'm asking you if you want to eat mutton."

"Eat," Jing Ji wiped the water stains on his face and said, "I'm not picky about food, I can do anything."

"There's always a preference," Ying Jiaokuai was blown up by the fire in his body, and said reluctantly: "Open the door, I'll hand you the phone, and you can see for yourself."

Jing Ji choked, and immediately said: "No, I will eat whatever you order."

"real?"

"Really, really." Jing Ji was forced by him and said two "really" in a row, for fear that he couldn't wait to open the door and come in directly.

Taking a shower in someone else's house, Jing Ji was embarrassed to lock the door, so as not to be rude.

"Okay." Ying Jiao smiled: "I see, you can continue to wash."

After flirting with Jing Ji, Ying Jiao felt much more comfortable. He took out another cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, he suddenly thought that Jing Ji would come out later, paused, and threw the lighter.

The bathroom of Yingjiao's house is exquisitely decorated. The heating system automatically adjusts the temperature. The shower water flow is large and the water is even. If you don't want that person outside, Jing Ji's bath is very comfortable.

He didn't dare to delay for too long, because he was afraid of missing the math Olympiad class at night, and secondly, thinking of Yingjiao was always uncomfortable. After a quick rub, I squeezed some shampoo in my palm to prepare to wash my hair.

When I turned off the shower, I inadvertently glanced at the storage rack above, and the action stopped immediately.

In the row of toiletries, there is a bottle of shampoo that is exactly the same as in his hand. It looks like Yingjiao has already used it, and there is still a little light blue liquid on the mouth of the bottle.

Jing Ji pursed his lips, looked away, remembered Ying Jiao's sentence "We have the same taste all over the body", and his cheeks were a little hot.

After more than half an hour, Jing Ji was thoroughly washed, he wiped off the water droplets on his body, dressed neatly, folded the dirty clothes and put them in a plastic bag.

Yingjiao's bathroom was equipped with a defogging device on the edge of the mirror, so even if Jing Ji had just finished taking a shower, the room was damp, and there was not even a trace of fog.

Jing Ji looked around in the bathroom, found a rag in the corner, washed it clean, and started wiping the floor little by little.

Ying Jiao noticed that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, but after waiting for a long time, no one came out. He endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold back, walked over and knocked on the door.

"It'll be ready soon." Jing Ci replied and continued to wipe the floor.

Hearing that his voice was wrong, Yingjiao frowned and continued to ask, "What are you doing? I'm in."

After a few seconds of pause, there was no objection from Jing Ji. He twisted the door handle, opened the door, and saw Jing Ji who was squatting on the ground at a glance.

Hearing the movement, Jing Ji turned his head and smiled at him: "It's almost done."

"You..." Ying Jiao was speechless for a while, and he looked at Jing Ji with a complicated expression: "Don't clean up, auntie will come tomorrow."

Jing Ji was wiping the last row of tiles, and when he heard the words, he said without raising his head: "It's easy."

Yingjiao's eyes swept around the bathroom. He lifted the unbuttoned shower gel cap, which was tightly fastened. The edge of the shampoo bottle was also cleaned up, and the tiles on the floor were even faster. It was glowing, and there was not even a single water stain to be found.

Yingjiao's heart skipped a beat, and his chest was so tight that he could hardly speak.

Jing Ji is really good, and it hurts to be good.

When you come to his house to take a bath, you have to clean up the used bathroom, for fear of leaving him a little trouble.

No one is born sensible, and children who are pampered and grown up will always be unscrupulous. But from Jing Ji, Ying Jiao couldn't see even a little bit of squeamishness.

He is tough, hardworking, sensible and adaptable. Like a small grass, even after the wind and rain, it still wants to live unrelentingly.

It doesn't matter if there is a lack of sunshine, rain and fertile soil. He never relies on the charity of others. He only strives to grasp everything that he can grasp, accumulate nutrients little by little, and grow up silently.

Yingjiao took a step forward and stretched out his hand to pull Jing Ji up.

Unprepared, Jing Ji was pulled by him and staggered, holding on to the sink before he stood firm, wondering: "What's wrong?"

Yingjiao closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down: "You don't need to wipe it."

"It's alright," Jing Ji lowered his eyes and glanced: "There's only one line left, I'll hurry..."

Before he could finish speaking, the rag in his hand was suddenly snatched by Ying Jiao.

"This line is right," Ying Jiao squatted down, pointed to the few floor tiles closest to the shower, and chuckled, "I'm here, how can you do this kind of rough work."

After speaking, he grabbed the rag and lowered his head to start wiping.

His movements were clumsy and unskilled. He wiped it here and rubbed it there. It seemed that he had never done this kind of work before.

Jing Ji looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds he said slowly, "It's clean."

Yingjiao exhaled, stood up, raised his hand and threw the rag aside. The moment he was about to let go, he suddenly remembered Jing Ji's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Before the brain could react, the hand was automatically retracted.

He rinsed the rag, tried a few times, and folded it into a symmetrical square shape before placing it in the corner.

"Come here." He beckoned to Jing Ji and turned on the faucet: "Wash your hands and let's eat."

Ying Jiao used a bit of strength, and the water rushes down instantly and falls into the washbasin, splashing the edge of the washbasin with water droplets.

Jing Ji took a step back and reached out to turn off the faucet.

Yingjiao was puzzled and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Jing Ji didn't speak.

He lowered his head, held the cuff of the school uniform with his left hand that had not touched the rag, and folded it up flat, each layer being the same width. He rolled up his sleeves all the way to his elbows before he stopped.

Yingjiao laughed, raised his hand, and just about to roll up his sleeve, a slender white hand suddenly stretched out beside him.

Win arrogant action.

Jing Ji remained silent and said nothing. Little by little, using the same technique, he rolled up Yingjiao's sleeves.

When the two were out of the bathroom, the takeaway happened to be delivered.

Yingjiao didn't do so many tricks, only ordered two mutton steamed dumplings, one prairie mixed vegetable, and two grilled lamb chops.

After an afternoon of class, the two of them were already hungry. After swept away all the dishes, Yingjiao glanced at the time and picked up the car keys: "Go back to school."

Jing Ji was putting the last takeaway box into the bag, and nodded when he heard the words: "Okay."

With a takeaway bag in one hand and his dirty clothes in the other, he was about to go out.

"Wait." Ying Jiao squeezed his back collar and dragged him back: "Leave the dirty clothes, I have my aunt here to fix them to wash, you have to do it yourself. After it's dry, I'll do it again. Bring it back to you."

"No need," Jing Ji refused: "I can just wash it myself."

Ying Jiao didn't listen to him, he directly snatched the plastic bag on his left hand, threw it on the ground, and held Jing Ji's wrist: "Let's go."

"Wait..." Jing Ji struggled to go back.

Ying Jiao hissed: "Why are you so disobedient." He opened the door with one hand, and was about to push Jing Ji out.

"I..." Jing Ji's cheeks flushed, he turned his head uncomfortably, and whispered, "My underwear is..."

"Cough," Ying Jiao coughed, not knowing what to think, his cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot.

He let go of Jing Ji: "You can take the underwear, but the coat has to stay, do you hear me?"

After a pause, he added with a chuckle, "Otherwise, don't take it away."

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip and nodded lightly.

Yingjiao's home is very close to the school, less than ten minutes away by bicycle. When the two entered the school gate, Yingjiao stopped and waved at the pavilion: "Uncle, I'm back."

The doorman raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw it was him, he immediately smiled: "Okay, I got it." He fumbled a few times in the drawer, took out a small bag of winter jujube, and walked out and handed it to Yingjiao: "Take it and eat it, My wife has already washed it."

"Oh, there is such a good thing." Ying Jiao reached out and took it unceremoniously, first stuffed one into Jing Ji's mouth, and then took one and ate it by himself, chewing it with a crackle: "Next time Bring you more cigarettes, I'm leaving."

"Let's go, let's go back and study hard."

There was still time, Jing Ji first delivered the toiletries to the dormitory, and then went to the small classroom.

Before entering the door, he turned around and instructed Ying Jiao: "Tonight, I have to finish the comprehensive paper, and the rest of the time..." He pondered for a while, and said a little reluctantly: "Do some math problems and take a rest."

Win arrogant: "..."

Why is doing math problems related to rest?

He leaned helplessly on the wall and looked at Jing Ji: "Understood, little classmate, I promise to complete the task, let's go in."

Jing Ji nodded, pushed the door and walked in.

Jing Ji came a little late today, except for him, all the students in the Mathematical Olympiad class arrived.

Zhou Chao was reading a book in his seat, and when he saw him, he grabbed his arm as if he had seen his relatives: "Ah, ah, what should I do, I'm a little nervous!"

Jing Ji was in a good mood and smiled at him: "What are you nervous about?"

"Exam results!" Zhou Chao looked at the door and whispered, "I'll tell you, don't look at Teacher Zhao's usual smile, and scolding people is called cruel! This time the question is a bit difficult, I have several The dao questions are confusing, what if I don't pass the test?!"

"It's okay," Jing Ji comforted him: "If you find it difficult, so do others."

Zhou Chao thought about it too, and felt a little relieved.

He may be the man who can take the top three exams in the school, he is not afraid!

A few minutes later, the bell of the first self-study class rang, and Mr. Zhao walked in with a book and paper in his arms.

In the small classroom, the hearts of a dozen people suddenly rose.

Mr. Zhao didn't see the joy or anger on his face. He put the test paper on the podium and said straight to the point: "The test results will be announced below!"

Zhou Chao groaned and swallowed.

"Li Wan: 35. We have to continue to work hard for this result. After all, our goal is not to save the second and third."

"Wang Jin: 40. What's the matter with Wang Jin? Did you step on stilts during this time? It's flying so hard!"

"…………"

"Jiang Chong: 75. It's still a little dangerous to save the top ten, and we have to keep working hard."

"Zhou Chao: 80. What are you laughing at? All the big teeth are showing! Do you think this score is quite high?"

Teacher Zhao snorted, raised his right hand, shook the last paper in his hand, and finally showed the first smile when he entered the door: "Jing Ji, 82!"

The small classroom exploded!

Zhou Chao had just left the podium a few steps, when he heard Jing Ji's score, he turned back directly, grabbed the paper in Teacher Zhao's hand, and flipped left and right.

Yes, it is indeed 82! Not at all!

He returned to his seat with a dull expression, and put the paper on Jing Ji's table. After a minute's delay, he stiffened his neck and looked at Jing Ji with a squeak: "Didn't you learn Math Olympiad before?"

"Ah," Jing Ji was studying the paper, and he was very dissatisfied with his score. Hearing Zhou Chao's words, he raised his head and said, "I learned it."

Zhou Chao heard the words, and the boiling mentality was finally balanced. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Jing Ji continue: "I have been studying by myself for several years."

Zhou Chao: "..."

I hate!