Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The consequence of being overwhelmed is that Ying Jiao was mercilessly kicked out of the dormitory by Jing Ji, who was ashamed and angry.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Ying Jiao smiled helplessly, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and went back to his dormitory while typing.

Half a minute later, Jing Ji's cell phone dinged. He looked down, and Yingjiao sent him two messages—

[Pride]: I have to say important things three times.

[Pride]: Congratulations on the first test, it's really amazing.

Jing Ji looked away from the screen and did not reply, but a little smile appeared in his eyes.

In the 303 dormitory, Ying Jiao lay flat on the bed, holding his mobile phone and staring at Jing Ji's WeChat avatar for a while, before he smiled and took out a workbook from under the pillow.

Even if Jing Ji didn't want to share his emotions, it would be nice to be happy with him like this.

The next day, the students in Class 7 received bad news early in the morning.

Mr. Liu stood on the podium and announced with a serious face: "We will have monthly exams after coming back from the end of the month vacation. This time, our school will issue the exams ourselves."

He frowned and looked at the students with blurry eyes and yawning under the stage. He raised his voice and said: "Everyone is fighting! Math, physics and chemistry can't be attacked, but what about language? Let me memorize everything that should be memorized! I tell you! Whoever fills in the blanks for the next poem will leave it blank for me..."

Teacher Liu slapped the desk and said viciously, "Let's see how I clean up you guys!"

After speaking, he toured the class and beat a few students who wanted to sleep on their desks, and then walked out of the classroom unhurriedly.

Jing Ji didn't care whether he took the exam or not, but he was about to take the end of the month vacation. The thought of going home made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He stared at the table in a daze, and couldn't help thinking that it would be great if he was allowed to stay at school during the month-end vacation.

"Come on, let's take the test again." Later, after confirming that Teacher Liu was really gone, Zheng Que carefully took out his mobile phone from his sleeve, muttering and complaining, "Why do I think I just passed the test yesterday."

He Conge wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said listlessly: "Old Zheng, calm down, students, exams are not our daily routine."

Zheng Que was shivered by his disgust, and said with disgust, "Wow... can you speak properly?"

He Cong tutted, pointed to the front and said, "Let's learn from Brother Jiao. Look at how calm Brother Jiao is. He even took out a copy of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation"."

Zheng Que: "..."

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Zheng Que's face, he stood up and glanced forward. Seeing Ying Jiao touching Jing Ji's arm, he seemed to be asking him a question.

Jing Ci glanced at the pages of the book, and soon picked up the pen and whispered to him.

Zheng Que looked at it for a while, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. He tugged at He Congee: "Hey, do you think he is listening to the question, or is he looking at people?"

Hearing the words, Peng Chengcheng glanced forward and made a succinct summary: "All."

He Conge hadn't noticed it at first, but when Zheng Que said this, he immediately leaned on him: "Can't he hide it?" He Conge had a toothache expression on his face: "No, just the way he looked at Jing Ji, it was everyone's fault. Can you see what he's thinking?"

Peng Chengcheng still hit the nail on the head: "Jing Ji can't tell."

He Conge suddenly smiled gloatingly: "Yes, Ren Jingji doesn't want to pay attention to him now, he deserves it!"

In front, Jing Ci finished a question, put down his pen and asked Ying Jiao: "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Ying Jiao took back the exercise book and said with a chuckle, "Thank you, little classmate."

Jing Ji shook his head, picked up the pen and continued to do the math Olympiad.

For the first time in the world, Yingjiao didn't tease him again. He found out the knowledge points involved in the question just now, and then went on.

When he first started to study, Yingjiao really couldn't sit still. But after gritting his teeth for a month, he found that it was not as difficult as he imagined.

the most important is……

Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ji from the corner of his eye.

He seemed to have a problem, and the tip of the pen hesitated several times without falling. After thinking about it for nearly a minute, the frowning brows slowly loosened, and the answer was fluently written on the paper.

Ying Jiao retracted his gaze and closed his eyes. He still does not want to recall the day when the mid-term exam results came down.

The day before, he just realized that he was in love with Jing Ji, and then, reality hit him hard.

Before that, Yingjiao had never had any idea about his achievements.

He was born to win at the starting line, and the things his mother left him, even if he did nothing for the rest of his life, he would not be short of money to spend.

But when comparing his achievements with Jing Ci's, Ying Jiao suddenly felt that he couldn't hold his head up.

So embarrassing, really embarrassing.

When he fell out with his father, Yingjiao had no regrets.

When he moved out of the winner, Yingjiao had no regrets.

Even when Mr. Liu worked hard and found out his previous achievements, he regretted and persuaded him in front of him. Yingjiao didn't regret it.

When he saw Jing Ji's full score papers alone, he regretted it.

If he had known that he was fortunate enough to meet such a person, he should have worked harder in the future.

However, the time that has passed can no longer be traced, and what he can grasp is only the present.

Yingjiao exhaled softly, calmed down for a moment, lowered his head and concentrated on the question.

Although they received the bad news that they were going to take an exam, the students in Class 7 were used to messing around, so they mourned for a while, and then forgot about it.

After lunch, a group of people had nothing to do, gathered together in twos and threes to laugh and play, and standing in the corridor could hear the movement in the classroom.

However, Jing Ji was not idle. He completed the correction of the comprehensive paper that Yingjiao did yesterday, and listed all the important points of loss before the bell rang.

After doing all this, he put down his pen and looked up at the water dispenser.

The green light is just on, indicating that the hot water has been boiled. Jing Ji waited for two minutes and saw that no girl came over to get the hot water, so he took the cup and walked to the front.

Jing Ji uses a heat-resistant glass, but it does not have a handle, and it will burn your hands if you hold it in hot water. So he took some cold water first, and then poured hot water into it.

It has always been raining these days, the weather is cloudy and cold, and there is no heating in the classroom. Jing Ji wanted to warm his hands with a cup, so he deliberately took some more hot water.

It's still a little hot when you take it, but it's not unbearable. Jing Ji carefully held the cup and walked quickly to his seat.

Just as he was about to turn a corner, a boy who was fighting in the aisle suddenly stepped back, and his raised right hand slammed heavily on Jing Ji's chin.

Jing Ji shook his body, and most of the water spilled out.

"Ah," the boy turned around and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice someone behind me."

Jing Ji shook his head: "It's okay."

He looked down at the boy's back: "The water was sprinkled on you, didn't it burn you?"

The boy reached out and touched it, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I don't feel anything at all."

Jing Ji smiled at him, passed by him, and took his seat.

He put the water glass on the table, lowered his head and rubbed his chin.

The boy just didn't hold back his force at all, and Jing Ji's chin was still numb.

He pursed his lips and moved his cheeks, just as he was about to feel it carefully, a hand suddenly stretched out beside him.

Ying Jiao held the back of his head with one hand, raised his head slightly, pinched his chin with the other, and frowned, "Don't move, I'll take a look."

"It's okay." Jing Ji said indifferently: "It will be fine in a while."

Ying Jiao sneered, and gently rubbed his right hand on his chin: "Does this hurt?" After a pause, he looked at him: "Tell the truth."

Jing Ji breathed softly: "It hurts a bit."

Jing Ji's skin was white, and this time he hit very hard again, and the red mark on his chin looked shocking. Yingjiao's brows became even tighter, his hands kept moving, and he said with a smile, "It hurts just because it hurts, what does it mean to be a little bit hurt?"

Yingjiao forgot where he heard someone say that the bones on his chin are very fragile and can be easily injured. He leaned over to take a closer look, and said worriedly, "Why are you so red? Don't have anything to do, brother, take you to the hospital?"

"No," Jing Ji was amused by him, "it doesn't hurt much anymore."

"Really?" Ying Jiao stared at him suspiciously. It was true that this little classmate had too many previous records.

"Really." Jing Ji shook his head gently, avoided his hand, and moved his chin.

Ying Jiao's mouth was fierce, but in fact the strength in his hands was very gentle. Jing Ji was kneaded by him for a while, except for a slight heat on his chin, but there was no pain at all.

Ying Jiao took a closer look at his expression and was sure that he really didn't lie, so he was relieved.

Yingjiao turned around, took a moment's breath, and took out his phone from his pocket.

Jing Ji Yuguang glanced at his movements, hesitated for a while, or whispered: "It's almost the exam, are you still looking at your phone?"

Ying Jiao chuckled: "No, there's something wrong, give me two minutes?"

"Two minutes?"

"Well," Yingjiao smiled while typing: "When did I play with my phone recently?"

Jing Ji thought about it too, and agreed.

At the same time, the news of Yingjiao was sent to a small group of He Congee and a few people——

[Pride]: Organize a class party during the month-end holiday.

【He Family Your Uncle】:? ? ? what?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: There are no festivals recently, Christmas is still a month away.

[Peng Chengcheng]: What party?

[Pride]: On Friday night, eat first and then go to karaoke.

[Uncle He Family]: No, you have to tell us why you want to hold this party, right?

Yingjiao's fingers paused, smiled, and typed——

[Pride]: Are you sure you want to listen? Forgot the time when Guikulanghao wanted to find someone?

【Uncle He Family】:  …

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: ...

【Peng Chengcheng】：…

[Uncle He Family]: No, Brother Jiao, I'll tell you the truth, don't go too far... Jing Ji is not yet an adult.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Exactly! What do you want to do with Jing Ji? I tell you! None of us agree!

[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother arrogant, take it easy.

Yingjiao sneered, didn't explain much to them, just raised his hand and sent a few messages——

[Pride]: Need your promise?

[Pride]: I'll send out the news later, and remember to pull Jing Ci into the group.

After speaking, Ying Jiao didn't wait for a reply, and threw the phone into the hole in the table.

Jing Ji looked at the time, exactly two minutes passed.

Yingjiao turned to look at him and chuckled: "Is it not timed out, when did brother not listen to you?"

The corners of Jing Ji's lips curled up, feeling a little happy.

Ying Jiao looked at the smiles on his face, and his heart was soft and outrageous.

At the end of last month, when he saw Jing Ji, he was standing blankly at the door of the bookstore with a bag of books, as if he didn't know where to go.

Although Yingjiao didn't ask much, he knew in his heart that he must be having trouble with the Jing family.

To be able to make such a good-tempered speech so angry that he doesn't go home, one can imagine how much he has done over there.

If it was okay for others to say, Ying Jiao remembered what happened in the toilet that time, and Jing Ji's character was forced to explode to a certain extent, and the danger level was close to the nuclear bomb.

But the other party is the blood relative of this body, and the blood relationship is doomed to his inherent weakness.

Yingjiao couldn't know that Jing Ji would be wronged, so he was still watching.

Yingjiao knew in his heart that if he invited Jingji out to play alone, or lived in his own home, even if Jingji didn't want to go home, he would not be able to agree.

Then hold a small party, so many people together, he will not feel awkward.

After dinner, Jing Ji took out his mobile phone and took a look, and unexpectedly found himself pulled into the class's WeChat group.

There is a message for all Aite members in the group.

He opened it and looked--

[He Family You Uncle]: @All members have a dinner at Yueweixuan on Friday night, go to K song in the evening, hit 1 if you go there, don't send other messages, it is convenient for statistics.

1 in the row below.

Jing Ji immediately made a 1 shot.

Seeing He Conge's reply ok, a smile finally appeared on his face, and he finally had a place to go, so he didn't need to go home.

Next to him, Ying Jiao saw his smile from the corner of his eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: I once gave up on myself, didn't care about the future, didn't care about the future, and now I just want to work hard for him once.