Jing Ji's cheeks instantly became hot, and he subconsciously wanted to push Ying Jiao away.

Both hands touched him, but they let go.

At this moment, Ying Jiao was leaning against him lazily, and he pushed him off guard. Jing Ji was afraid that he would be pushed down.

Jing Ji took a deep breath and tried to make himself ignore the person on him: "Don't always say such things..."

"I don't think you don't understand, so I'll explain it to you." Ying arrogantly took an inch, took Jing Ji's hand under the table, and said boldly, "Is there a problem?"

In the wide sleeves of the school uniform, the fingers of the two people were tightly intertwined, exchanging the temperature of each other's bodies. Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled, and he forced himself to calm down: "No, there's no such explanation."

Yingjiao nodded and readily admitted: "Yes, I was talking nonsense."

Jing Ji looked up at him.

Yingjiao chuckled: "Who made you so cute, how can I hold back."

This time, Jing Ji's ears turned red.

He moved, wanting to take his hand out of Yingjiao's hand.

The early self-study has not officially started yet, and I have been studying against the clock for many days, and Yingjiao wants to indulge extravagantly.

"Don't move." He held Jing Ji stronger: "Charge me for a while, you count how many days we haven't seen each other?" He sneered and said: "It's a class that is still at the same table. It's like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl."

There were constantly yawning classmates passing by, but the two of them were secretly holding hands under the table. Jing Ji was a little flustered in his heart, but he didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of being discovered, so he could only let him lead.

"I haven't asked, when is your birthday?" Ying Jiao took out an exercise book from the bookshelf, and said while flipping through it, looking nonchalant.

Jing Ci blurted out: "February 19th..." Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately changed his mouth and said, "January 31st."

In the previous life, the day Jing Ci was sent to the orphanage was February 19, so the dean regarded February 19 as his birthday.

At this time, Yingjiao asked without warning, and under his inertial thinking, Jing Ji conditioned reflexively to say this day.

Yingjiao's hand turned the book for a while, pretending that he didn't hear the problem in his words, and said naturally: "Only half a month younger than me."

Jing Ji nodded: "Yes."

"So you were born with me?" Ying Jiao smiled and whispered, "Come to be my little wife?"

Jing Ji's ears turned red, he broke away from Yingjiao's hand, turned around and ignored him.

Ying Jiao smiled and didn't bother him anymore. He found a set of comprehensive paper from the hole in the table and spread it on the table.

He lowered his head and his eyes fell on the test paper. He seemed to be reading the questions carefully, but in fact his thoughts had already gone elsewhere.

Last time at his house, Yingjiao looked at his ID card because he helped Jingci check the competition results.

He clearly remembered that the date of birth above was January 31st. But when he asked, Jing Ji's first reaction was February 19th.

So, is February 19 the birthday of Jing Ji?

Yingjiao silently remembered this day in his heart, retracted his thoughts, and concentrated on writing questions.

Although he still couldn't touch the secret in Jing Ji's heart, at least he knew more about Jing Ji today than yesterday. Just like this little by little, in the end, with all his patience, one day, there will be no gap between him and Jing Ji.

Because the final exam is approaching, the teachers of each subject no longer give lectures. During class time, they either teach papers or let students study by themselves. If you have any questions, you can directly raise your hand to ask.

After doing the questions all morning, everyone couldn't stand it. Fortunately, the provincial experiment is more humane, and it has not stopped physical education like other schools.

As soon as the bell rang for the third period, there was a sigh of relief in the classroom of Class 7.

"Let's go, Brother Ci," Li Zhou put the meal card into his pocket and greeted Jing Ci: "Next physical education class, let's go to the equipment room to get a basketball first?"

"Okay." Jing Ji put down his pen, glanced at Ying Jiao who was still writing the question next to him, thought about it, and said, "Call Wu Weicheng."

Li Zhou puzzled: "It's just a basketball, don't you need three people?"

Jing Ji insisted on his own ideas, and Li Zhou had no choice but to find Wu Weicheng.

As soon as he left the classroom, Jing Ji said to Li Zhou: "I have something to do later, so I can't go with you." Without waiting for Li Zhou to ask, he continued: "If those special students trouble you, you should contact me immediately."

Only then did Li Zhou understand that the reason why Jing Ji insisted on calling him Wu Weicheng was because he was afraid that after he went to the basketball court alone, he would not be able to cope with those special students.

"It's alright," Li Zhou smiled warmly in his heart, "I heard Zheng Que say that the special students are all scared by the principal, and now they sit in the classroom all day studying, how can they dare to trouble us."

Jing Ji shook his head: "Be careful."

He was a little anxious, didn't tell Li Zhouduo any more, and hurriedly entered the second high school science office.

Seeing this, Li Zhou turned to Wu Weicheng and said, "What is Brother Ci doing, why is it so mysterious?"

Wu Weicheng pondered for a while and said, "It should be about the competition. It's not like you haven't seen it. Brother Ci has been living in a small classroom these days."

Li Zhou nodded: "It makes sense." Without thinking any more, he went downstairs with Wu Weicheng shoulder to shoulder.

It was the end of get out of class time, except for a few procrastinating teachers, all the other teachers returned to the office.

After Jing Ci entered the door, he first said hello to Teacher Liu, and then he came to Zhao Feng's desk and said, "Mr. Zhao, I have something to do with you."

Five minutes later, Jing Ji walked out of the office with a teacher's meal card in his pocket.

There is a separate teacher canteen in the provincial experiment, and you can only get meals by swiping the teacher's card.

In fact, the taste of the teachers' canteen is not much better. The only thing better than the student's canteen is that you can order food according to the menu, and you don't have to wait in line.

During the period before the National Mathematics High School Finals, the three Jing Ji were Zhao Feng's focus.

For this reason, Zhao Feng not only often took them to the teachers' cafeteria to eat, but also opened a small kitchen for them openly. He also repeatedly emphasized to them that if you don't want to waste time in the canteen, you can come and borrow his teacher card.

Both Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong had borrowed it, but Jing Ci was born with a character that didn't like to be indebted to others, and had never spoken to Zhao Feng before.

Today is the first time.

When Jing Ji arrived at the basketball court, several boys from Class 7 were playing basketball. Those talented students really didn't bother them anymore, not only that, but they also deliberately stayed far away from them, as if they had a virus on them.

Seeing Jing Ji came over, Li Zhou walked off the stage and asked while drinking water, "Have you finished your work?"

"No," Jing Ji's fingertips touched the hard meal card through his trousers pocket, and said to Li Zhou, "I won't eat with you at noon today, you and Wu Weicheng and the others go."

"No." Li Zhou screwed on the bottle cap and frowned: "Your competition class is still working overtime? Do you want me to make a meal for you?"

"No," Jing Ji thanked him for his kindness and explained, "I'll go to the teacher's cafeteria to eat at that time."

"Okay." Li Zhou responded simply, threw the mineral water bottle aside, and greeted Jing Ji: "Let's go, let's go up and have a game."

When get out of class was about twenty minutes away, Jing Ji got off the basketball court panting and walked straight to the teachers' cafeteria.

Yingjiao went to buy two Oden and came back. He wanted to give it to Jing Ji while it was still hot, but who would have known that Mrs. Gong would be gone in a blink of an eye.

He asked Li Zhou, "Where did Jing Qi go?"

"I don't know," Li Zhou casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "He said he had something to do and left first."

Yingjiao frowned, walking in such a hurry, what the **** is going on?

And you can tell Li Zhou, why don't you know how to say hello to him?

Yingjiao was worried and sour in his heart, so he stuffed Oden with He Congee, took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Jingci.

Jing Ji did not return.

Ying Jiao's thin lips pursed slightly, he quit WeChat, and was about to make a call to Jing Ji, when Jing Ji's phone number came.

"Come to the teacher's cafeteria."

Yingjiao was worried about him, didn't even ask why, hung up the phone and ran over without saying a word.

At this point, not a single teacher came to eat in the teachers' cafeteria. In the empty dining area, Ying Jiao saw Jing Ji sitting at the front at a glance.

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and walked over there, "Little classmate, what are you doing..."

He stared blankly at the bowl of Dragon Beard Noodles on the table, and instantly lost his voice.

Jing Ji pushed the face towards him and said softly, "Longevity noodles."

"happy Birthday."

Missing the time to prepare gifts, he can only express his heart in this way.

In his hometown, longevity noodles are eaten on birthdays.

Although no one has ever prepared it for him, in Jing Ji's heart, there must be a longevity noodle to be a complete birthday.

What he can't get, he wants to win.

Therefore, I have never asked for a speech from anyone, and this is the first time I have spoken to others.

In the office, in front of all the teachers of the second year of high school, he tried his best to endure the embarrassment and unnaturalness in his heart, and said to Zhao Feng: "Teacher, can you lend me your teacher card?"

The dining area was quiet, except for the whirring of the high-power air conditioner in the kitchen, with occasional chats and laughter from the kitchen staff.

There is a peculiar aroma of stir-frying in the air.

Jing Ji sat upright on the blue dining chair.

His hair was longer than before, softly touching his cheeks, making his face smaller and smaller. The slender and thick eyelashes flickered from time to time, like two little butterflies, occasionally staying in Yingjiao's heart, causing ripples after waves.

Yingjiao stood motionless, his Adam's apple rolling up and down forbearance.

Since his mother died, this is the first time anyone remembers preparing a bowl of longevity noodles for him on his birthday.

"Win arrogant?" Jing Ji called him suspiciously.

"You..." Ying Jiao clenched his fists, trying his best to restrain the surging emotions in his heart. When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

He closed his eyes and tried to make his voice sound more normal: "Why did you come to the teacher's cafeteria to buy noodles?"

Jing Ji handed him the chopsticks and smiled embarrassedly: "There are only flat noodles and thick noodles in the cafeteria, but there is no dragon whisker noodles. Longevity noodles have to be long beard noodles."

Although they are all noodles, although they can also be substituted. But within the scope of what he can do, he wants to give the best to Yingjiao.

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, sat down opposite him, picked up a long slender longevity noodles with chopsticks, and asked him softly, "Where did you get the teacher card?"

"I borrowed it from Teacher Zhao."

Yingjiao's throat choked, and his eyes instantly flushed red.

Just to let him eat a bowl of longevity noodles.

Jing Ji, who is never willing to trouble people, and Jing Ji, who has always been passive in social life, is how many times he has to build in his heart before he can do such a thing as asking for help.

Ying Jiao didn't want to lose his composure in front of Jing Ji, and took advantage of the opportunity to drink the soup to cover his red eyes.

He has received many birthday gifts, expensive and rare, but on his eighteenth birthday, this simple bowl of longevity noodles is something he wants to keep in his heart forever.

Yingjiao raised his eyes and took another mouthful of noodles.

Opposite him, Jing Ji is digging a spoonful of bibimbap and putting it into his mouth, his cheeks bulged slightly, and he looks serious and good-looking when he eats.

Such a good scene, such a good scene...

Yingjiao lowered his head and ate his exclusive longevity noodles carefully, how could he not like it.

In the cafeteria, teachers came to eat together one after another, and when they passed by, they would glance at them curiously.

Yingjiao put down the bowl of noodles that he had eaten cleanly, with not even a drop of soup left, and walked out of the cafeteria side by side with Jing Ji.

On the way back, Ying Jiao changed his hooliganism and became unusually silent.

Jing Ci has always spoken less, and the two walked back silently all the way.

Until I got to the drying yard—

Ying Jiao suddenly held Jing Ji's wrist and pulled him to the innermost without any reason.

Jing Ji was puzzled: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Jiao suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pressed him firmly against the wall, and kissed him without saying a word.

Large tracts of dried clothes and sheets fluttered in the wind, covering the figures of the two people.

Rapid and searing breathing and a pounding heartbeat intertwined.

The teeth hit the lips, and the tip of the nose accidentally bumped together.

Nobody cares.

Ying Jiao rubbed Jing Ji into his arms and kissed him frantically.

This man is his, he thought.

For a lifetime, two lifetimes, and lifetimes are his.

No matter where he came from or where he will eventually go, he will never let go.

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