Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Thanks to Yingjiao, the peace fruit Jing Ji received was cleaned up, and only the one he gave was left.

Yingjiao was very satisfied with the result. When he was tired of doing the questions, he occasionally glanced at Jingji's table hole, and he had the motivation to keep doing it.

After lunch, Jing Ji was watching the math Olympiad in his seat. Ying Jiao peeled off a piece of coconut candy and just stuffed it into his mouth when Teacher Liu suddenly came in.

The noisy class was silent for a moment. He Congee and Zheng Que were looking at their mobile phones. They were so frightened that they tucked their mobile phones into their sleeves.

If they were lucky, Mr. Liu didn't pay attention to them at all. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to Yingjiao and knocked on his desk with a serious face: "Come with me."

Yingjiao threw the candy wrapper into the trash can and stood up: "Yes."

Mr. Liu didn't take him to the office, but went to the corner at the end of the corridor, looked around to see that no one was there, and took out a light blue letter from his trouser pocket.

Yingjiao raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "Do you still have a daughter?"

Teacher Liu didn't understand what he meant for a while, and frowned: "What?"

Ying Jiao pointed to the letter paper in his hand and smiled: "Didn't you send me a love letter for your daughter?"

Teacher Liu:"……"

Mr. Liu was so angry that his face turned ashen: "Do you think the whole world has a crush on you?"

Yingjiao fiddled with the coconut candy in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and leaned lazily against the protruding windowsill: "Yes."

Mr. Liu couldn't bear it any longer, so he gave him his head and said coldly, "I don't have time to be poor with you! I have something serious to tell you."

"You say."

Teacher Liu handed him the letter and said with a dark face, "Look at this."

"What?" Winning proudly, he opened the letter and read it at a glance.

Yingjiao was dumbfounded, this was a love letter, or a love letter to him.

"What's the matter with you and that Qiao Anyan?" Teacher Liu patted the window sill. He wanted to raise his voice but was afraid of being heard, so he pressed the fire and whispered, "All love letters have been sent to me!"

The peace fruit that Qiao Anyan gave to Yingjiao was placed on the top of the box by Jing Ji.

Ying Jiao and Zheng Que went to the office to distribute Ping An Fruit, and of course the first one was Teacher Liu. So, in the end, the Ping An Fruit, along with the love letter inside, was delivered to Teacher Liu.

"What's the matter with me?" Ying Jiao sneered, "I didn't write it to him."

Yingjiao crumpled the letter without pity, and stuffed it into his trousers pocket: "Why did you run away from there?"

"It's in the Ping An Fruit you gave me!" Mr. Liu subconsciously followed his words and walked away, then came back to his senses and asked, "Are you two okay?"

Mr. Liu has taught for so many years, and he is all about preventing boys and girls from falling in love. This is the first time that a boy writes a love letter to a boy.

He pondered all morning, drinking two large bottles of chrysanthemum tea, and even thought about the worst results. The history records of the search engine on his mobile phone were all similar to "What should I do if I found out that a student is gay?", "Homosexuality" Can it be changed?", "Should I be harshly reprimanded or softly appeased for **** students?"

When I saw what appeared in the relevant content, a certain student committed suicide by jumping off a building, cutting his wrists, and taking sleeping pills because of his different sexual orientation. Mr. Liu was frightened into a cold sweat, and immediately dismissed the idea of ​​notifying the head teacher of class 11 immediately, and decided to talk to Yingjiao first.

"What could be wrong?" Ying Jiao mocked: "If it wasn't for Jing Ji, I wouldn't even know who he is."

Because Qiao Anyan had a fight with Jing Ci, Yingjiao specially asked Zheng Que to take him to see Qiao Anyan's appearance. That is the time, Yingjiao found out that the person who sprinkled water on him after the mid-term exam and insisted on washing his clothes was Qiao Anyan.

And now...

Yingjiao lowered his eyes and sneered, so this guy did it on purpose when he sprinkled water last time?

"That's fine, that's fine," Mr. Liu breathed a sigh of relief and pinched his temples: "This thing...you don't know about it, and don't publicize it, okay?"

"I have my measure."

Ying Jiao responded and was about to ask if he was all right, but suddenly found something wrong.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Teacher Liu: "You said this love letter was stuffed in the packaging of Ping An Fruit?"

"Yeah," Mr. Liu said speechlessly, "I don't know what you kids are thinking about every day..."

Yingjiao suddenly laughed.

That box is all the Ping An Fruit that someone else gave Jing Ci, how could it be mixed into one for him?

Did you accidentally put it in? After all, the two of them are at the same table, and it is normal to put things wrong.

But there is an extremely small possibility...

Thinking of that possibility, Ying Jiao raised his lips slowly.

When Mr. Liu saw him laughing furiously all of a sudden, the alarm bell rang in his heart. Can he not understand the character of his students?

Teacher Liu was afraid that Ying Jiao would be aroused by him, so he desperately went to try it with the boy, and couldn't help but asked again, "Are you and Qiao Anyan really okay? There won't be any in the future?"

"What do you think?" Ying Jiao was helpless.

For some reason, he was born with an inexplicable disgust for Qiao Anyan, and he said mercilessly: "He has a lot of pits in his mind, as if he had been exposed to nuclear radiation. Don't tell me to accept him."

Teacher Liu:"………………"

Mr. Liu now really believes what Yingjiao said.

He waved his hand to signal Ying Jiao to go back, and said, "You help me call Jing Ji here."

Yingjiao frowned: "What does it have to do with him?"

"It's not about this, it's about the competition."

"Okay." Yingjiao nodded and agreed, "Then I'll go back first."

The big stone in Teacher Liu's heart completely fell to the ground, and he decided to euphemistically mention this to the head teacher of the eleventh class later. He can only do this. As for how the head teacher of the eleventh class will deal with it, it is not up to him to decide.

Teacher Liu was so relaxed that he lost his vigilance. I didn't think about it carefully, if it was a real straight man, how could it be Yingjiao's reaction when I heard that the boy wrote him a love letter.

After a while, Jing Ji came over.

"Teacher, look for me."

"Well," Mr. Liu looked at Jing Ji, his tone was much softer than when he was with Yingjiao: "Teacher wants to tell you something."

He considered his tone: "Don't get excited or angry after you hear it."

Jing Ji's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wondered if there was something going on in the Jing family, and he nodded slowly: "Speak."

"Starting from next year, the Ministry of Education will completely cancel the policy of adding points for the Olympiad in the college entrance examination." Mrs. Liu was angry and regretful: "It is estimated that the news will be sent tomorrow, so don't be reconciled. If you are unlucky, you will catch up. At this time, none of us can do anything."

After getting the news from the principal in the morning, Mr. Liu was stunned for several minutes. The cancellation of the extra points for the Olympiad in the college entrance examination has been noisy for so many years, and there is no result. No one expected that it would be implemented at this time.

If you put it in the original, it has nothing to do with Mr. Liu. But it's different now. Their class has a speech. This kid is nibbling at the math Olympiad book after class for the competition. He can't break down when he hears the news?

Teacher Liu was also angry, but in front of Jing Ji, he had to try to be calmer so as not to aggravate Jing Ji's negative emotions.

However, contrary to Teacher Liu's expectations, Jing Ji was just stunned for a while, and then said, "Okay, I understand." There was no more.

There was no collapse, no sadness, or even shock, just such a simple sentence made Teacher Liu even more worried.

Jing Ji has a lot of thoughts, and looks calm on the surface, but in fact he doesn't know how to turn the river into the sea. Just hold it like this, what if something goes wrong?

Teacher Liu worried: "You don't have to hide in front of the teacher, the teacher knows your mood. If you have any thoughts, just tell the teacher, the teacher is your most loyal audience."

"Thank you, I'm really fine." Jing Jichong smiled at Teacher Liu, feeling warm in his heart.

He studied Olympiad purely for fun, and the extra points were just the icing on the cake, and if he didn't, it wouldn't make him sad.

Teacher Liu asked again uncertainly: "You really don't care?"

Jing Ji nodded and said firmly: "Without the 20 points, I can still get good grades."

Teacher Liu was taken aback for a moment, and then he slapped Jing Ji on the shoulder twice: "Good boy! As expected of my student."

When Jing Ji returned to the classroom, the lunch break bell hadn't rang. However, Yingjiao was already doing the paperwork spontaneously, with a faint smile on his face, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Seeing him coming back, Yingjiao put down his pen and asked, "What is Lao Liu doing with you?"

"Tell me about the cancellation of the extra points for the Olympiad in the college entrance examination next year." Jing Ji sat down and answered calmly.

"What?" Yingjiao's good mood suddenly disappeared, he looked at Jing Ji, and was rarely at a loss for words: "Then what do you do?"

"It's okay, I didn't go for the 20 minutes." Jing Ci opened the Mathematical Olympiad book and smiled: "It's better, it doesn't matter if it doesn't."

Ying Jiao took a closer look at Jing Ji's face and was relieved to see that he really didn't care too much.

It was he who underestimated Jing Ji.

Although Jing Ji always blushed when he was teased by him, he was never weak in his heart. On the contrary, he was very strong, and he could bear calmly no matter what kind of pressure.

No extra points, what is it?

His classmates did not need extra points in the first test.

But as soon as this incident was interrupted, Yingjiao's original plan that Ping An Guo wanted to talk about Jing Jing had to be terminated.

I can only regret to put this matter in my heart, and I will ask it later when I have the opportunity.

The next day, the college entrance examination abolished the policy of extra points for the Olympiad, which really caused an uproar in the school.

Many students in the competition class can't accept it. After so many years of hard work, the Ministry of Education canceled it when it said it was canceled. There was no warning at all. Who can stand it?

Yes, if you are good in mathematics, you may be able to avoid the college entrance examination and go directly to the independent enrollment of colleges and universities. But to achieve this level, it is impossible to only win the provincial first prize, at least to reach the finals and win the national third.

But every year, almost 1,000 people win the provincial first prize in the National Mathematics League. Of these 1,000 people, only 200 or so can make it to the finals.

It is not an exaggeration to say that thousands of troops have crossed the single-plank bridge.

What's more, Donghai Province is also a weak province in the competition. Every year, people who can enter the finals can be counted on one hand.

For a while, various discussion posts on the forum emerged one after another, and everyone was not in the mood to learn. The people in the original competition class exploded, and a few high school seniors who had won the prize and were about to add points even collapsed directly.

The students were agitated, and the teacher couldn't calm down.

The school couldn't do anything about it. For the first time, it stopped the second session of evening self-study, and the students were dismissed after only one session.

"Little classmate," Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci packing things in his schoolbag and asked him, "How did you spend tonight?"

Jing Ji thought for a while and said, "Eat a Ping An fruit and sleep."

Yingjiao laughed: "Is it that simple?"

Jing Ji asked suspiciously, "What else?"

Yingjiao stood up and whispered in his ear, "Brother will take you out to play, will you go?"

It's true that I want to spend Christmas Eve with Jing Ji, and it's true that I want him to relax.

Jing Ci was too tight. The usual study and math competitions were ignored. In his spare time, he had to help other students with lectures. Even the holidays were basically spent in self-study for various reasons.

It just happened that the college entrance examination canceled the competition and added points, and Yingjiao wanted to make him happy.

"Going out?" Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "The school doesn't let boarding students go out at night."

"It's alright," Yingjiao took the schoolbag in his hand and rubbed it on his head: "Today there is only one evening self-study session, and it's not even half past nine, let's go out for a while and then have a bite to eat. Supper, just in time to be back before eleven o'clock."

Jing Ji didn't want to do anything against the school rules.

But Yingjiao added: "Today is Christmas Eve, there may be lanterns on the street, it's pretty nice."

Jing Ji hesitated for a while: "You... do you really want to play?"

Yingjiao fiddled with the lighter in his hand and laughed: "Neither."

Jing Ji asked again: "Then how do we get out?"

"Do you forget that the uncle guard is familiar with me?" Ying Jiao pulled him out of his seat and smiled, "Just say hello to him."

Jing Ji was still a little hesitant, and confirmed again: "Can we be back before eleven o'clock?"

"Don't worry." Yingjiao reached out and turned off the lights in the classroom and closed the door: "When did brother lie to you?"

The rare opportunity to avoid the second quarter of evening self-study, even if the shadow of the cancellation of the Olympiad extra points in the college entrance examination, still makes the students very excited.

At this moment, the entire third floor was empty, the students had already run away, and only the two of them were left in the corridor.

Under the warm yellow light, as soon as Jing Ji raised his head, he met Ying Jiao's smiling eyes.

His heart beat a little faster, and he curled his fingertips uncontrollably.

Today is Christmas Eve, Yingjiao wants to play...

In the two worlds, Yingjiao is the best person for him. He has nothing to repay Yingjiao, so that's what he wants.

If you get caught, say you want to go. Fortunately, I got the first place in the monthly exam, and it can be regarded as a talisman.

"Go." Jing Ji lowered his eyes: "We won't go far."

Ying Jiao looked at his thick and slender eyelashes, his heart was too soft: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

It was the first time to do such an outrageous thing. Jing Ji felt a little uncomfortable. When he arrived at the security booth, he subconsciously took a step towards Yingjiao.

The pavilion was indeed the uncle of the doorman from last time. After Ying Jiao said a few words, he let go.

"Don't be too late, come back early." Uncle got half-blooming roses from somewhere, and while inserting them into the vase, he said, "I'll change shifts at 10:30."

Yingjiao immediately understood his subtext and smiled at him: "I see, thank you uncle."

The two walked out of the school smoothly.

They only have an hour and a half and can only walk around the school.

Ying Jiao looked at the time, turned to Jing Ji and said, "Go to the video game city? Do you like to play?"

Jing Ji paused slightly, then nodded lightly: "I like it."

Yingjiao noticed his strangeness, thought he didn't like it, and said, "Hidden with me? If you don't like us, find another place."

"No." Jing Ji didn't want him to misunderstand, so he had to tell the truth: "I haven't been there."

Yingjiao's breath suffocated, how could Jing Ji have not even been to the video game city...

Wasn't the family condition bad before him?

Ying Jiao didn't dare to think deeply about Jing Ji's past, worried that he would lose his temper, he slowly exhaled a breath, and said with a smile, "Then let's go to the video game city."

"Okay."

There is a department store near the provincial experiment, and on the fifth floor is a cinema and a small video game city.

Today is Christmas Eve, and most couples go to more romantic places to date, but there are not many people in places like Video Game City.

Yingjiao changed the game coins and introduced Jing Ji the types of games as he walked: "There are whack-a-mole and doll-catchers over there, racing cars next to them, and shooting games in front. Which one do you want to play?"

Considering that Jing Ji had never played, Ying Jiao suggested, "Why don't we fight a gopher first?"

Jing Ji shook his head: "Let's play shooting."

Yingjiao whistled: "Okay, little classmate, you are quite wild, so let's go shoot."

The row of shooting machines was empty. Yingjiao chose the two-player game, tossed in some game coins, changed four guns, and taught Jingci how to play.

Jing Ci has a strong learning ability, and this game is simple, so you can get started quickly.

Men are adventurous at heart. In the past, Jing Ji has been suppressing his own nature, but shooting this kind of thing can stimulate blood most.

Jing Ji was carrying a gun, his eyes fixed on the screen, and he shot from time to time, obviously he had already invested in it.

The central air conditioner was on in the shopping mall, and the temperature was suitable. Jing Ji's movements were a little big. Unconsciously, a little perspiration broke out on his forehead, and the black hair on his forehead was slightly wet. His face was slightly red with excitement, and he looked a little more youthful than usual.

He killed a zombie with one shot, turning his head to look at Yingjiao with bright eyes.

"Pretty." Ying Jiao followed closely, adjusted the angle, and knocked down a zombie: "Go ahead."

Although the two have never played together, they have a tacit understanding. One person guarded one direction and kept shooting at the zombies that came up.

At the end of a game, I unexpectedly got a high score.

"Wow, that's not bad." Ying Jiao slapped Jing Ji and shook his hand before letting go: "Sure enough, it's an officially recognized cp, so there's such a tacit understanding, let's do it again?"

Jing Ji's excitement hadn't faded, his fingertips trembled slightly, selectively ignoring Ying Jiao's previous sentence, and nodded.

At the end of the second game, the two players scored a little higher than the first game. Jing Ji looked at the screen regretfully: "I can almost kill that zombie, otherwise the score will be higher."

Ying Jiao looked at him obsessed with scoring points and couldn't help himself, he held back a smile and handed a glass of orange juice over: "Drink some."

When Jing Ji came back to his senses, he felt that he was indeed a little thirsty. He looked at Ying Jiao embarrassedly: "When did you buy it?"

"I told the waiter over there when I went to the toilet just now that he brought it here." Yingjiao lowered his head and took a sip, frowning deliberately, "What is it, why is it so sour?"

Jing Ji said in surprise: "I don't feel sour, it's quite delicious."

"Impossible." Yingjiao said decisively: "Or your cup doesn't taste the same as mine."

"Probably not?" Jing Ji wondered: "It's all made by the same family."

"It's definitely different." Ying Jiao reached out and took Jing Ji's orange juice: "If you don't believe me, I'll taste yours."

He lowered his head and took a sip: "Sure enough, your cup is sweeter than mine."

"Really?" Jing Ji didn't believe it, he didn't think much about it, took a sip from Yingjiao's cup, and felt it carefully: "It's almost the same."

"I think it's a lot worse," Ying Jiao bit Jing Ji's straw and laughed irritably: "Or is there something special in your mouth, why don't you let me taste it too?"

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then his face flushed red. He turned his head in embarrassment and said indiscriminately, "Play, play games."

Ying Jiao took a verbal advantage and was satisfied. He didn't tease Jing Ji any more, raised his gun and said, "Come on, I'll show you my brother's marksmanship."

The two of them played until more than ten o'clock, and the mall was almost closed, so they left.

Ying Jiao bought a large portion of Oden at the 24-hour convenience store next to him, took it in his hand, and asked Jing Ji, "Which one do you want?"

"Tofu."

Ying Jiao took the piece of tofu in his hand, and when Jing Ji reached out to pick it up, he avoided it.

Jing Ji looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

As the New Year is approaching, the banyan trees on both sides of the street are covered with small red lanterns, shining brightly, hitting Yingjiao's handsome face, making him look more lazy and cynical.

He looked sideways at Jing Ji, and said lazily, "Brother Ye, I'll give it to you."

Jing Ji glared at him, didn't speak, and continued to walk forward.

Ying Jiao strutted his long legs, followed him one step behind, and said thoughtfully, "If you don't want to call me brother, do you want to call me something else? Yes, after all, she is a petite wife, so I have to call..."

Jing Ji turned his head abruptly, gritted his teeth and interrupted him: "Who is you, you..."

You haven't said the last three words for a long time.

Ying Jiao looked at his flushed cheeks and smiled lowly, guessing that the tofu was almost no longer hot, and brought it to his lips: "Eat it."

Jing Ji opened his mouth reflexively, and only then did he realize that the two of them looked like Ying Jiao was feeding him. He quickly avoided Ying Jiao's hand and took the lottery and held it himself.

There were no people around the school at night. On the huge street, except for the occasional vehicle passing by, there were only two pedestrians.

Most of the small shops on both sides of the street have a tall or short Christmas tree. There are colorful lights around the tree, shining in various colors at night.

Ying Jiao and Jing Ji eat oden while walking to school. From time to time, there is the sound of two people talking in the wind.

"Want beef **** or fish balls?"

"Beef balls."

"Just know that you prefer beef **** and don't like the fishy smell?"

"nor."

One Christmas tree after another was left behind by them, getting smaller and smaller until they couldn't see it, like hand in hand to spend Christmas year after year.

When Ying Jiao and Jing Ji arrived at the school gate, it was exactly half past ten. It's a pity that the uncle of the guard has changed his shift, and now the guard in the security booth is a veteran who is known as the killer of skipping classes.

"What should I do?" Jing Ji was a little nervous: "Will he let us in?"

Yingjiao looked at his tight little face and couldn't help laughing: "Dare to jump off the wall?"

Jing Ji was stunned: "Jump over the wall?"

"Remember where we got takeout?" Yingjiao led him westward: "You can jump into the school from there."

Jing Ji has never done such an outrageous thing since he was a child. He has no confidence and said: "I... try."

Ying Jiao stood outside the wall, which was obviously shorter than other places, and lowered his head to ask Jing Ji, "Are you afraid?"

I'm not afraid, but it's just that I can't get past the psychological barrier.

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip and closed his eyes: "Jump."

Ying Jiao saw him look like he was dying, and smiled: "I'll jump first, you see how I jump, if you think it can't be done, don't be brave, you know?"

Jing Ji nodded.

Yingjiao was taken by his grandfather for special training a few years ago, let alone a low wall, even if it was doubled in height, it couldn't stop him.

He grabbed the bulge on the wall, used both hands and feet, and quickly flipped to the other end nimbly.

"Did you see what I just did?" Ying Jiao said to Jing Ji across the wall: "Would you like to give you another demonstration?"

"No need." Jing Ji didn't want him to jump twice, so he opened his mouth and refused.

He recalled Ying Jiao's actions just now, tried his best to find the point of focus, and climbed up rusty.

"Smart." Yingjiao looked up at him and praised him without hesitation: "Jump down."

The corners of his eyes and brows were full of smiles, and his handsome and somewhat sharp face seemed extra soft at the moment, making Jing Ji a little lost.

No one has ever cared about him like this, and no one has ever bothered to take him to the festival...

When Yingjiao saw that he didn't come down for a long time, he thought he was afraid. After taking two steps forward, he said softly, "Don't worry, I promise you won't fall, just jump."

Jing Ji came back to his senses, nodded, and jumped down with one hand on the wall.

He had never done such a thing before, he was a little unstable when he landed, and his footsteps staggered a bit, just bumping into Yingjiao.

Yingjiao had endured all night, but he couldn't bear it any longer. He stretched out his arms and hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "Are you happy today?"

"happy."

"Why are you happy?"

"Having done a lot of things that have never been done before, spending Christmas Eve, shooting guns, jumping over walls... It's very fresh and exciting."

Ying Jiao smiled and reached out to touch his head.

This little student is really easy to satisfy.

Jing Ji didn't push him away, he hesitated for a few seconds, and asked Ying Jiao, "Are you happy today?"

"happy."

Ying Jiao lowered his eyes, kissed his hair lightly in a place that Jing Ji didn't know, and said with a low smile, "When have I ever been unhappy with you?"