Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

It's not that Jing Ji never slept with Yingjiao.

Last time at Yingjiao's house, the two of them covered the same quilt.

But this time was different. After Ying Jiao said he liked him, and wanted to sleep together again, Jing Ji always felt inexplicably ashamed.

His cheeks were hot, his eyes were lowered, and he forced himself to remain calm: "Learn... the school rules, you can't sleep together."

"What's so difficult about this," Ying Jiao chuckled, holding Jing Ji's fingers and playing carefully: "Tell Lao Liu and transfer you to my dormitory."

The love in his heart almost overflowed. Just looking at Jing Ji, he felt that the sky was clear and the sky was clear, and all the troubles were gone.

"Not to mention that I sleep with my little sweet wife, isn't it a matter of course?"

"No." Jing Ji pulled out his hand, but without pulling it out, he involuntarily moved to the side, his mind was in a mess, and he said in a confused manner: "The bed... the bed is too small."

Yingjiao couldn't hold back and laughed.

Jing Ji reacted to what he said, stayed for a while, and then almost didn't find a crack on the spot to get in.

"So you like the big bed," Ying Jiao nodded and said solemnly, "But what if I like the small bed? You have nowhere to sleep, so you can only hug me tightly and be held by me all night."

He leaned on Jing Ji's side and whispered, "Or you can lie on me if you want, that's..."

Jing Ji couldn't listen any longer, so he reached out and covered his mouth: "Don't, don't say it."

Ying Jiao looked at him with a smile on his face, pulled his hand down, and kissed him in the heart of his right hand: "I was wrong just now."

Jing Ji looked up at him.

Ying Jiao smiled: "I forgot that Brother Ci has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and only kissed your left hand." He lowered his head and kissed Jing Ci's palm again: "Now make it up."

There was a soft touch in the palm of the hand, and the numb feeling flowed from the arm to the whole body.

Jing Ji's heart was pounding, and his breathing was a little short. He pushed Ying Jiao away and stood up abruptly.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Seeing Jing Ji's shame, he was about to run away, Ying Jiao cleared his throat, and pressed him on his bed again: "Tell you the business."

Jing Ji adjusted his breathing, tried to calm himself down, and lowered his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Ying Jiao reached out and raised his chin slightly, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "So when can you have a boyfriend?"

The heat that had just subsided on Jing Ji's face came back in an instant, he clenched his fists and finally found a trace of clarity.

"I..." His lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Every time I was able to test Jing Ci with a perfect score, I felt that I was lacking in words for the first time at this moment.

He didn't mean to hang Yingjiao, he just... didn't know what to do.

On the one hand, the belief in life that he has insisted on for more than ten years, and on the other hand, he is the person he doesn't want to lose the most in his life. He can't find a balance for a while.

Yingjiao didn't rush him, just looked at him quietly.

"I..." Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled, resisting the urge to look away, and said softly, "I'm sorry, can you wait for me?"

Waiting for him to straighten out everything, waiting for him... Have the confidence to bear the future of two people.

Meeting his serious eyes, Ying Jiao suddenly understood.

Ying Jiao took a deep breath and tried his best to resist the urge to kiss him.

Jing Ji is really good, peeling off the indifferent shell of disguise, after getting to know him, no one will dislike him.

"What's wrong with that?" He pressed Jing Ji to his chest, and uncontrollably touched his hair and the back of his neck over and over again, feeling the temperature of his skin: "The person I like is so good, it's too late for me to be happy. ."

The bedtime bell suddenly rang, and the bright room was instantly plunged into darkness.

The students' panicked footsteps could be heard in the corridor, occasionally mixed with dissatisfied cursing.

Ying Jiao knew Jing Ji's bedtime, so he didn't say more, he lowered his head and kissed his still wet hair, and let him go: "Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory."

Jing Ji was startled: "Send?"

The two dormitories are close to each other, so how close are they to be sent?

"I want to stay with you for a while." Ying Jiao stood up, held Jing Ji's wrist with one hand, and opened the dormitory door with the other.

Jing Ci's heart was slightly sweet, and he let him drag him to the door of the dormitory.

"Go in." Ying Jiao gently pushed the door open a small crack and said to Jing Ji.

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip and nodded.

"Wait." Just as he was about to turn around, Ying Jiao suddenly stopped him.

"Anything else?"

In the corridor, you can still see people running into the bedroom with basins in their hands, Ying Jiao leaned close to Jing Ji and whispered into his ear: "Don't change clothes in front of Li Zhou, and don't follow him secretly anymore. They go to shower together."

Ying Jiao smiled at Jing Ji and pinched his earlobe: "Otherwise I might have to show you some color."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "color".

After all, he was influenced by Yingjiao's rants, Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood his deep meaning.

Jing Ji blushed and nodded randomly, and quickly entered the dormitory.

Yingjiao leaned against the wall outside, just wanting to laugh for some reason. He raised his lips and whistled, glanced at Jing Ji's dormitory, and then got up and walked back.

Halfway through, the joy in his heart really had nowhere to vent, he suddenly jumped up and reached for the lamp on the ceiling of the corridor.

The dormitory teacher's roar sounded from behind: "What are you doing, that student?! Why haven't you returned to the dormitory after ringing the bell for so long?"

Yingjiao turned back and smiled at her: "This is the time."

In the bedroom, Jing Ji was lying on his bed, listening to Ying Jiao's voice outside, he couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips.

The next day, Jing Ji went to class as usual for self-study.

I just don't know what's going on, people always come to ask him if he has a cold or not.

Yingjiao believed it to be true, and almost asked for leave to take him to the hospital.

Jing Ji was at a loss, and finally when He Congee also came to ask, he opened his mouth and said his question: "I don't have a cold, why do you all think so?"

"Ah?" He Conge was also stunned: "It was said on the forum."

He took out his mobile phone and handed it to Jing Ji: "Look, the post posted this morning has been floating on the homepage. I thought it was true, who knows it's a rumor."

It turned out that when Zhao Feng saw Jing Ci with a big red face and insisted on finishing the class last night, he was filled with emotion.

The next day, he praised him in the office. Other teachers praised him and took Jing Ci as a model of perseverance and told them to the students in their class.

Jing Ci has recently become a big hit in the school, and everyone is willing to post any bells and whistles about him on the forum. So, just pass ten, ten pass hundred.

In less than a day, most people in the provincial experiment knew that——

Jing Ji, who was the first in the general examination in the second year of high school, had to continue the class with a high fever, which was especially inspirational and especially chicken soup.

[Woo woo woo, compared to male gods, I'm really a scumbag, I cried and picked up my exercise book. 】

[It is only natural that you have worked hard for this, and your grades are good. 】

[I admire Brother Ci's self-control, and suddenly feel that I am not even qualified to ask for leave. 】

[People who are smarter than you and have better grades than you are still studying with illnesses, what reason do you have not to work hard! Stop reading the forum, I'll make another set of papers. 】

Jing Ji glanced at the main building and the content of the reply, embarrassedly wishing to find an egg shell to wrap himself up.

The only insider, Ying Jiao, was lying on the table, looking at Jing Ji's blushing face, burying his head in his arms, and laughing wildly.

He Conge couldn't understand what kind of riddle these two were playing. Look at this, look at that, feeling that he might be isolated from the outside by an invisible single dog barrier, secretly leaned back in his heart, put away his phone and went back to his seat. Go play the game.

"It's all right," Ying Jiao didn't slow down after seeing Jing Ci for a long time, so he couldn't help laughing to comfort him: "You have worked hard and set an example for them, don't think too much."

Jing Ji glanced at him, and for the first time envied Ying Jiao's thick skin.

"Are you going to the stage to accept the award this afternoon?" Yingjiao unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip, changing the subject: "Do you need to say a few words then?"

Speaking of this, Jing Ji felt a lot better, and he shook his head: "No, just go up to receive an award, and then take a photo."

"It's that simple?" Yingjiao threw the empty bottle into the trash can, leaned back in the chair, dissatisfied, "What broke a few schools, the stingy bonus is only 3,000, and the commendation meeting is so simple. ,At least……"

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit **** the head.

Teacher Liu stood beside him with a dark face: "Would you like to spread a red carpet for you and sprinkle some petals, ah?!"

"Okay," Yingjiao lifted his lips: "I can't ask for it."

Teacher Liu suffocated: "Don't tell me nonsense in front of Jing Ji! Spend more energy on studying, this final exam math must give me a 100% or higher!"

Yingjiao dispensably nodded.

Mr. Liu frowned at him, walked to the podium, and started to lecture.

In the afternoon, before the start of the commendation meeting, Teacher Liu specially instructed the students in Class 7: "Sit down on the spot later, and bring a book that you think is useless to cushion it, don't forget!"

The bottom sparsely responded: "I know—"

Teacher Liu glanced down. Some students brought "May 3rd", some brought notebooks, and some brought art books.

Teacher Liu had a sullen face. Just as he was about to change the one with "May Three", he saw Ying Jiao slowly pull out a math book from the bookshelf.

Teacher Liu:"……"

Don't stop him, he will kill this little bastard!

Jing Ji looked at Ying Jiao blankly: "Do you bring math books?"

Ying Jiao was stunned for a moment, but he forgot that Jing Ji liked mathematics the most.

With a strong desire to survive, he placed the math book on the table upright, and said calmly, "Where, this is what I'm going to read in my self-study class later. I'll bring an art book."

Mr. Liu braked suddenly and stopped walking towards this side.

Jing Ji and Ying Jiao went out together.

On the playground, students from the entire provincial experiment have gathered together, standing in groups and classes according to the school year.

The physical education teacher held up the loudspeaker to maintain order for a while, and then stood aside after everyone was quiet.

This commendation meeting can be said to be specially held for Jing Ci, and the time is not long.

The principal first came to the stage to speak a few words, emphatically praised Jing Ci's performance in the Olympiad, and by the way, looked forward to their performance in the finals, and finally called them on stage to accept the award.

The principal started from the flashback of the ranking.

Jiang Chong and Zhou Chao are both familiar faces. They will come up every school year to receive scholarships.

As soon as he stood up, the bottom exploded with a hum.

The forum of the provincial experiment is indeed very active, but there are also many students whose parents are strictly controlled and do not allow mobile phones to be seen.

So many people have only heard of Jing Ci's name, but have never seen his face.

When I saw his appearance suddenly, I was shocked, especially the girls. Even the head teacher couldn't care about it, and excitedly got together to discuss——

"God, is Jing Ji so handsome?"

"Ah ah ah, it's good to look good and study well!"

"So handsome, so handsome, I feel like I'm in love."

"Mom! Is brother Xueba falling in love?"

………………

Jing Ji didn't know the effect he had caused. He calmly took the envelope containing the bonus from the principal's hand, shook hands with the principal, and turned to face the audience. The expression on his face was light, and he could not see the slightest emotion.

The teacher who was in charge of taking pictures below reminded him to laugh, but it was difficult to speak on such occasions, so he could only reluctantly raised the camera.

Jing Ji was actually happy in his heart, but he had received too many commendations. This time, except for a little more bonus, there is no difference from before, which is not enough to make him ecstatic.

He stood calmly on the far left, and as the teacher asked, he took the envelope in both hands and posed.

However, when his eyes inadvertently swept somewhere off the stage, he suddenly stopped.

He saw Yingjiao.

Yingjiao, who was supposed to be at the end of the team, ran to the front for some reason, and was sitting on the ground looking at him with a smile on his face. Like the other students, he applauded vigorously at him.

So, from the time he came to power until now, it has been an expressionless Jing Ji, and the corners of his lips have been raised little by little.

The teacher who took the photo was stunned for a moment, then immediately pressed the shutter to record this rare smile.

Later, the photo was framed on the school's honor roll.

Passing schoolmates were amazed at the high value of Jing Ji, and at the same time, they couldn't help thinking that even the legendary gods who achieved good grades were no different from their ordinary people, and they were just as happy.

No one knew that the reason why Jing Ji laughed was because he happened to see that person.

At the end of the commendation meeting, the classmates disbanded and went to the cafeteria to eat.

It was inconvenient for Jing Ji to carry the envelope, so he asked Li Zhou to help him with meals, and he sent the first prize money back to the classroom.

After being delayed by this back and forth, Jing Ji and Li Zhou were almost the latest in the class when they returned to the classroom.

As soon as Jing Ci entered the door, he was warmly welcomed by the seventh class-

"Thank you Brother Ci! Brother Ci is mighty!"

"Pine nuts are super fragrant! Thank you, Brother Ci!"

"Not only pine nuts, but the cake is delicious too! Ah, ah, thank you Brother Ci!"

………………

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, what's going on?

Seeing this, Zheng Que was afraid that he would be exposed, so he quickly pushed him back to his seat and whispered in his ear: "Didn't you get the bonus, everyone has seen it. It doesn't mean it's not good at all, Brother Jiao bought it for you. Things to treat. Don't miss out, brother Ci, if someone comes to thank you, just keep it."

Jing Ji turned his head and looked at Ying Jiao blankly: "You..."

"Shh..." Yingjiao stuffed a large handful of peeled pine nuts into his hands, and whispered: "You are not allowed to mention money, keep your money well, be obedient, and don't talk to me. "

Jing Ji's fingertips trembled, he held the handful of pine nuts tightly, and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

"Brother Ci, do you have time now? I'll ask you a question." Wu Weicheng's voice came over just right.

Jing Ji's nose was sore. He was afraid that he would lose his temper in front of Ying Jiao, so he hurriedly replied, "Yes." He fled to Wu Weicheng's seat.

Yingjiao didn't stop him, he lowered his head and continued to peel the pine nuts.

After peeling off a handful, Jing Ji still hasn't come back.

Yingjiao turned his head, glanced behind him diagonally, and handed the pine nuts to He Congee.

"Oh, why is this so embarrassing?" He Cong shyly twisted and reached out to take the pine nuts: "Thank you, Brother Jiao."

Ying Jiao looked at him blankly: "How many dishes in the evening, drink so much, I want you to pass it to Jing Ji."

He Congee: "..."

He Conge glared at him angrily, and put the pine nuts in front of Jing Ji with a bang.

Jing Ji was not used to eating when he was lecturing, so when he returned to his seat, he still had more than half of the pine nuts in his hand.

Yingjiao didn't pay attention, and when he saw him back, he handed him a small handful.

At this moment, the emotions in Jing Ji's heart have almost calmed down, he spread out his hand and let Ying Jiao look at his palm: "No, I have a lot more."

Yingjiao didn't know what to think, and suddenly smiled: "No more?"

Jing Ji didn't think much about it, and nodded honestly: "Well."

Yingjiao approached him, and Saoli said angrily, "Then please beg me."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji suffocated him and pushed him away, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Jing Ji wanted to find a book in the table hole, lowered his head, but saw a pink flower inside.

He took out the flower in confusion: "Yingjiao, did you see who put it?"

"I," Yingjiao pushed away the chair and stood up, chuckling, "When I first bought the cake, the boss gave it to you to play with."

"It's pretty." Jing Ci put the flower on the table and continued to look down for the book.

Yingjiao didn't say anything else. He peeled the pine nuts and peeled the oil in one hand. It was very uncomfortable at the moment, so he went out to wash his hands.

Jing Ci took the book and straightened up, his eyes stayed on the flower for a moment, wanting to put it back in the table hole.

He has no preference for flowers, but since it was given by Yingjiao, even if it was a gift, he wanted to cherish it.

"Ah ah ah," At this moment, Chen Miaomiao suddenly screamed and rushed over, and said excitedly: "Brother Ci, where did you get pink roses?"

It was actually a rose.

Jing Ji was embarrassed to say that it was given by Yingjiao, so he smiled at Chen Miaomiao and said, "It was given by someone else."

Chen Miaomiao was even more excited when she heard the words, and looked at Jing Ji with gossip on her face: "Who is it?! Who gave it?! Ahhhhh! It's so romantic."

Jing Ji didn't understand: "...what?"

Chen Miaomiao took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, typed in a few words, and handed the search results to Jing Ji.

Jing Ji was stunned.

The flower language of pink roses is—

first love.

The author has something to say: - what is the best and most responsible person you have ever met?

Yingjiao: My future boyfriend, I just confessed to him, but he has already started planning our future.