Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji didn't hear the connotation, just felt that his expression was a bit wrong, but he couldn't understand what was wrong for a while, so he nodded stupidly: "Yes, it is one centimeter missing."

Ying Jiao couldn't hold back his laughter.

Jing Ji glanced at the screen again, puzzled, is his height and weight so funny?

Ying Jiao leaned over and whispered a few words against his ear. Jing Ji's face instantly flushed, and he couldn't hold back and jumped off the measuring instrument, as if he had escaped to the study.

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and slowly followed behind him. When he bowed his head and wanted to pretend to be a partridge, he sat next to him and touched his arm: "Give me a sermon?"

Ying Jiao had a very thorough understanding of Jing Ji, and knew how to comfort him after provoking. Sure enough, after he said these words, Jing Ji immediately raised his head and said with embarrassment, "Which question?"

Yingjiao smiled and opened the exercise book.

He didn't lie to Jing Ji. When he was doing the paper in the afternoon, he did encounter several questions that he couldn't understand. Jing Ji was concentrating on writing questions at that time, so he didn't bother, and now he has saved a lot.

Focusing on the test questions, most of the shyness in Jing Ji's heart disappeared. He did some calculations on the straw paper, raised his head and said to Yingjiao: "In front of this question, basic knowledge is examined. Apparatus A is the condenser tube, and the inlet of water pouring into Apparatus A is b. Are you asking the following questions?"

Yingjiao's face also became serious, he hummed: "The fourth and fifth questions."

Jing Ji nodded to indicate that he knew, and said, "Come and take a look, the fourth question is to find the sulfur dioxide content in the wine..."

Two people talked about it one, remembered the other, and quickly dealt with the problems that Yingjiao had accumulated.

"Okay." Yingjiao habitually wrote down a few difficult points in his notes, intending to review it every few days. He took out an unfinished blank paper from his schoolbag, spread it on the table, and said with a chuckle, "What can I do without you."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and pursed his lower lip, feeling a little sweet in his heart.

He had finished his homework, so he watched the math Olympiad while accompanying Yingjiao.

At 9:30, Yingjiao still had a set of math papers and a set of English papers left to finish.

Jing Ji looked at the time, and when Ying Jiao stopped writing and stretched his fingers, he said to him, "I have to go back."

"What are you going," Ying Jiao glanced at him: "I will stay at my house tonight."

Jing Ji was stunned, and subconsciously refused: "No need, I..."

Yingjiao interrupted him and persuaded him: "You have to check your results tomorrow morning. It's inconvenient to go home. I have a good internet speed here, and no one is robbing you of a computer."

Yingjiao was right. The Jing family had no study, and the computer was in the master bedroom. Jing Ji had never touched it, but—

"I can check with my phone."

Yingjiao sneered: "Nonsense, there must be many people checking the scores by then, your mobile phone is faster than the computer?"

Jing Ji was silent, and after a few seconds he said, "It's okay, I'll check later."

Why so stubborn.

Yingjiao was helpless: "What's wrong with staying at my house for one night? There's no one else, just the two of you. Are you embarrassed? It's not like we haven't slept together before." He paused and added: "You still like it. go home?"

Jing Ji was silent, even if he tried to find an excuse to refuse Ying Jiao, he couldn't say that he liked returning to Jing's house.

"Well then." Ying Jiao stretched out a hand towards him: "Give me the phone."

Jing Ji was stunned: "What do you do?"

"Call your house and tell me." Ying Jiao smiled: "I'll tell you."

Jing Ji was still hesitant, he had never lived in someone else's house before. Especially that person is Yingjiao, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

"The day after tomorrow is the New Year," Ying Jiao leaned back in the chair, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Just take it with me to New Year's Eve in advance, okay?"

Not to mention Ying Jiao, Jing Ji hadn't thought of it yet. Not only is he alone, but so is Yingjiao.

Jing Ji suddenly felt that he was a little hypocritical, and he actually liked staying with Ying Jiao very much.

Just because he was nervous for unknown reasons, he blindly refused to win arrogance, forcing him to even say such words of weakness...

Thinking of Ying Jiao spending the holidays alone at home, Jing Ji felt tight in his chest.

He took out his mobile phone, found Father Jing's number, dialed it, and finally let go, "Okay."

As soon as the call was connected, Jing Ji had not waited to speak, but Jing's father scolded his face: "You still know how to call me? I thought you were dead outside?! Hurry up and come back to me! In the middle of the night, the whole family Don't sleep and wait for the door to open for you..."

Ying Jiao was right next to Jing Ji, and Jing's father's abuse was clearly transmitted into his ears through the handset of his mobile phone.

He took a deep breath, unable to listen. He took the phone away from Jing Ji's ear, turned on the speakerphone, and said indifferently: "Who are you? If you don't know how to speak, shut up, if you can't shut up, just eat and stop."

When Father Jing heard that the sound was wrong, he was stunned. He took off the phone and looked at the screen, yes, the name on it was indeed Jing Ji's name.

His face was covered in circles, and he even forgot to be scolded: "You..."

"What are you? Give Dad another try?" Ying Jiao interrupted him and said coldly, "I'll give you a face, right?"

"No... who are you?" After being scolded continuously, Jing's father also became angry: "Is this phone yours? Where's Jing Ji?"

"Oh, that's right," Ying Jiao apologized insincerely: "I'm sorry, I'm Jing Ci's classmate. Just what you said, I thought it was accidentally allocated to Jing Ci's enemy."

Father Jing was both angry and embarrassed, but he couldn't get angry at Yingjiao.

"Let me tell you, Jing Ji will stay at my house during the holiday." Ying Jiao gently pressed his left hand on top of Jing Ji's head, and smiled inexplicably: "You can sleep at any time, you don't need to leave the door for him. ."

Father Jing had the best face. After being ridiculed openly and secretly by him, he suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face, with burning pain. He didn't even ask Yingjiao's name, so he answered vaguely, hang up the phone.

Yingjiao stared at the screen of the phone for a while, then turned to Jing Ji: "That old... Your dad has always had this attitude towards you?"

Jing Ji was still immersed in his sudden operation, and nodded stunned.

"Fuck." Ying Jiao threw the phone on the bed, and the three-point anger in his heart suddenly turned into seven-point.

He likes so much, and can't wait to hold the person in the palm of his hand all the time, in a place he doesn't know, he has been insulted and scolded by others. Yingjiao felt angry and hurt in his heart, and couldn't help but uttered a foul language: "Just like this, you go home and go home. Just stay here for me, do you hear me?"

Yingjiao's tone was not good, even a bit hostile, but Jing Ji was a little happy for some reason.

He secretly pressed the corners of his curved lips, and after a while, he nodded lightly.

Jing Ji only brought a schoolbag, and there was no toiletries or anything. Fortunately, Yingjiao has many problems, the toothbrushes are changed frequently, and there are new ones at home, only the changed clothes——

"Do you mind wearing mine?" Ying Jiao turned back and saw Jing Ji following him obediently, his heart softened, and his voice became softer: "It's not new, but it's cleaned."

Jing Ji shook his head: "I don't mind."

Yingjiao opened the cabinet, found a set of dark blue cotton pajamas and handed it to Jing Ji: "Go take a shower, you have used the bathroom, everything is in the same place."

Jing Ji took it, and just wanted to thank him, Ying Jiao said again: "Underwear, do you wear mine or disposable?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and said unnaturally, "It's a one-time thing."

"Okay." Ying Jiao rummaged through the drawer, found the pack of disposable **** they bought when they went to the hotel last time, took out a pair, and said thoughtfully, "It shouldn't fit well, or I'll go down. Buy another pack..."

"No need!" Jing Ji held back his face and snatched his underwear, and he didn't know what he was talking about: "It's very, very suitable, just right."

Ying Jiao glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Okay, if you say it's just right, it's just right."

Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go wash."

Ying Jiao snorted, and when Jing Ji turned around, he suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped him again.

"Wait, there's something else."

Jing Ji wondered: "What?"

"Come out immediately after washing," Yingjiao looked into his eyes, his tone was as serious as a joke: "If you dare to clean up your things again..."

He slowly raised his lips and said word by word, "I don't mind washing with you, and I'll keep an eye on you all the time."

Take a bath with Yingjiao...

Just thinking about it, Jing Ji felt that the whole person was about to burn. He nodded casually, walked into the bathroom with a force of composure, and closed the door tightly.

Ying Jiao walked into the study and continued to do the questions while recalling Jing Ci's shy expression just now.

When he finished one-third of the English paper, Jing Ji came out.

Hearing the footsteps, Ying Jiao stopped and looked up.

Yingjiao's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood why the men on the Internet were so keen to let the other half wear his own clothes.

Jing Ji was upright and thin, and his pajamas were empty on him, obviously a size larger. But it is not sloppy, but has a different kind of temptation.

Yingjiao's eyes moved from his button to the top button, to the exposed white neck, and then to the face that had no expression but was slightly reddened by the hot water...

Yingjiao's throat tightened, and his body suddenly tensed.

But Jing Ci was still ignorant, and actually walked towards him: "I've washed it, you go."

Yingjiao clenched his fists, looked away restrainedly, and said in a low voice, "Is the ground not cleaned up?"

Jing Ji nodded embarrassedly: "No."

"Cough," Ying Jiao cleared his throat and stood up: "Then I'll go."

Jing Ji hummed, bypassing him and trying to sit on a chair.

But the pajamas were looser than the regular clothes, and he was wearing one size bigger, and accidentally stepped on the trouser legs. Just as Jing Ji was about to lift his pants up, Ying Jiao suddenly squatted down in front of him.

Jing Ji was surprised: "What are you... doing?"

"Don't move." Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and helped him pull up his trouser legs little by little: "Be careful of falling, next time you have to prepare a few more sets of your clothes at home."

Concerned about Jing Ci's obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yingjiao tried his best to have the same width every time he folded. When both trouser legs were pulled up, he raised his head and smiled at Jing Ji, and said softly, "Come and see, am I pulling it asymmetrically?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, met his smiling eyes, and his heartbeat suddenly stalled.

He suddenly felt that the best thing in his two lifespans was not the perfect test paper in the iron box, nor the first place again and again, but meeting this person.

Jing Ji used to be most afraid of being intimate with people, and his parents who were blood-related could still abandon him mercilessly, let alone others. People who are good to you today may turn their heads and become good friends of others.

Rather than suffer this pain, it is better to be alone in the beginning.

But now he suddenly doesn't want to do this anymore, he doesn't care about the plot or the possible alienation in the future.

He just wanted to open his heart and try to accept Yingjiao. Even if... even if one day he will dislike him and alienate him like everyone else.

"Symmetrical." Jing Ji's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyelashes trembled, and he said it again seriously: "Extraordinarily symmetrical."

"That's good." Ying Jiao smiled, stood up, and rubbed his head: "I'm going to take a shower."

After Ying Jiao took a shower, it was still early. He then finished writing the English paper, and then went to bed with Jing Ji.

There is only one bedroom at home, and of course there is also a bed. When Ying Jiao proposed that the two of them share the same quilt, Jing Ji did not refuse, but held back his face and said, "I can do it."

Ying Jiao looked at his long and thick eyelashes, and really wanted to hug him and kiss and rub him.

Why is Jing Ji so cute, so cute that he doesn't know how to like him.

The one-meter-eight bed is more than enough to sleep two boys. Ying Jiao pushed the quilt towards Jing Ji, watched him tuck the quilt away, desperately restrained the urge to kiss him, and said softly, "Go to sleep, I turned off the lights."

Jing Ji's heart was beating so fast that he was almost speechless, just nodded.

The bedside lamp snapped off, and the room was plunged into darkness, and neither of them moved.

Jing Ji curled up in the quilt, trying to make his breathing calmer. It wasn't until his heartbeat gradually calmed down that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Darkness is the best protective umbrella, Jing Ji took the opportunity to turn over, quietly and with small movements, and moved to Yingjiao's side.

Although he was still a little shy, he still couldn't let go. But because of this person by his side, he slept in a strange bed for the first time, but he felt warm and at ease.

Jing Ji's biological clock was always on time. After relaxing, he fell asleep quickly.

The opposite of him is winning arrogance.

Even if he usually talks a lot, at this moment he is just a young man who is just beginning to fall in love.

The person he likes is lying beside him, wearing his pajamas, his pillow, and his quilt, Yingjiao's mood jumped up uncontrollably.

He wanted to jump twice, roll on the bed, even go downstairs for a few laps.

It was terrifying to wake up Jing Ji, but in fact he didn't even dare to move.

I don't know how long I stared at the ceiling, until I heard Jing Ji's even breathing sound, Ying Jiao then got up with his lips folded.

He was really too happy. It was self-evident that a defensive person like Jing Ji could accept staying at his house and sharing a quilt with him—

He was different in Jing Ji's heart.

The more Yingjiao thought about it, the more excited he became, but he couldn't find a way to vent. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, and I stretched out my claws to the phone on the bedside table.

Who do you want to be angry with when you are alone...

Yingjiao opened WeChat and clicked on the small group of He Porridge.

[Pride]: Are you all asleep?

It's just after eleven o'clock, and it's hard to take a vacation, and the other three are not willing to sleep. Seeing the new news, I thought Yingjiao had something to do, so they replied to him one after another.

[Uncle He Family]: I didn't sleep, what happened?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Didn't sleep, didn't sleep, wow, Brother Jiao, your house is super comfortable!

[Peng Chengcheng]: ?

Ying Jiao leaned against the head of the bed, glanced at Jing Ji who was sleeping soundly beside him, raised his mobile phone, and took a photo of the slightly bulging quilt.

The flash came on with a click, and Ying Jiao was shocked. Seeing that Jing Ji was sleeping soundly and was not disturbed, he breathed a sigh of relief and posted the photo to the group.

[Pride]: [Photo]

【Uncle He Family】: What is this? can not read it.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Quilt? What are you making the quilt for?

[Peng Chengcheng]: ? ? ?

[Pride]: Blind? Can't even see Jing Ji?

[Pride]: He wears my pajamas tonight, lives in my house, and covers me with a quilt. Explain that, do you understand?

[Uncle He Family]: No, are we blind or are you faulty? When you take a quilt, who can tell it is Jing Ji, when we have perspective eyes?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: No no no! Ho! The point is wrong! ! Why is Jing Ji on Brother Jiao's bed? ? ! Why? !

【Peng Chengcheng】：…………

[Arrogant]: If you don't take the quilt, do you still want to see Jing Ji's face? Before I fell asleep, I started to dream.

[Pride]: What happened to Jing Ji in my bed? Lao Liu has admitted the relationship between the two of us. Do you have any opinions?

【Uncle He Family】: Get out of here! ! ! ! ! !

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Suddenly sympathizing with Lao Liu... Forget it, just be happy.

[Pride]: Of course I am happy, so happy that I want to sleep with Jing Ji. Come on, fight for a person to fall asleep quickly and alone.

【Uncle He Family】:  …

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: ...

【Peng Chengcheng】：…

After showing off in the group, Ying Jiao finally relieved the excitement in his heart a little, put down the phone, moved shamelessly to Jing Ji, and fell asleep.

The next morning, because Jing Ji wanted to check the results, Ying Jiao didn't stay in bed for the first time, and got up with him after six o'clock. While making the rolls, I waited for eight o'clock.

At 7:50, Ying Jiao put down his pen and said to Jing Ji, "Give me your ID card and admission ticket, and I'll check it for you."

Jing Ji nodded, took out his certificate and handed it to him.

There are not many people participating in the competition in Donghai Province, and of course not many people who check the results. But the official website is like this, it will be stuck at a critical moment.

Yingjiao refreshed several times, and even entered the ID number three or four times, almost dropped the mouse, and only then got the result of Jingci.

One try: 101

Second try: 125.

Total score: 226.

The highest score since Donghai Province participated in the National Mathematics Competition.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: when you are alone, who do you want to be angry with...

He Porridge, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng, shivering.