Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji didn't understand what Ying Jiao meant, but he felt that what he answered was a bit inconsistent with what Zheng Que asked. After hesitating for a while, he still did not send it to Zheng Que immediately.

"Brother Ci, I'm in the classroom." The second class was at the entrance of the stairs, Zhou Chao stopped and said hello to him.

Jing Ji nodded, thought about it, and said, "You can go after you pack up later, don't wait for me."

He didn't know how many problems Yingjiao had, and couldn't estimate the time it would take.

"Okay." Zhou Chao saw that he was looking at his phone all the way, thinking he had something to do, so he readily responded, pushed the door and entered the classroom.

Jing Ji lowered his head, tapped his finger on the screen, and was about to ask Ying Jiao one more question when his shoulders were suddenly grabbed.

He raised his head and his face suddenly turned red: "Why are you here?"

With a smile in his eyes, Ying Jiao said, "I just came out of the office and heard someone calling your name from behind. I didn't expect it to be you, our fate..."

Jing Ci's heart was slightly sweet, he put down the phone, and just wanted to ask him if he had any news of returning to Zheng Que, Ying Jiao suddenly shook the blank paper in his hand at him, and said, "The application form for changing dormitories meets your requirements. "

Jing Ji didn't understand: "My request?"

Ying Jiao nodded, and the smile on his face deepened: "Aren't you going to inspect the goods?" Seeing that Jing Ji was still confused, he leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji shook his hand and almost didn't hold the phone. He blushed and whispered, "You...don't talk nonsense."

"Didn't you ask me first?" Ying Jiao slapped him and said shamelessly, "Why don't you let me talk about it, little classmate, you are too domineering, and you are relying on my wife to be strict, right?"

Zheng Que definitely didn't mean this, Jing Ji knew that Ying Jiao was teasing him. He pursed his lower lip, tried his best to be more natural, and changed the subject: "You, do you have any questions today?"

Yingjiao laughed: "After a long time, my biggest rival in love is learning."

He stretched out his hand to open the door of Class 7 classroom, let Jing Ji go in first, and said, "Yes, remember it all."

Jing Ji sat down on the seat and took out a pen from the pen bag: "Show it to me."

Zheng Que saw that the two of them came back together, and he rushed over with his mobile phone in hand and wanted to question. After being glanced at by Yingjiao's warning, he ran back in despair.

Ying Jiao turned his head, flipped out two workbooks, found the marked wrong question, and pushed it in front of Jing Ji.

For Jing Ci, these questions were very simple, and after reading the questions, he immediately had an idea. After doing some calculations on the scratch paper and writing the result, he turned to Yingjiao: "You come..."

Jing Ji's voice stopped abruptly.

Beside him, Ying Jiao was leaning on his chin with one hand, looking at him without blinking, with gentle eyes and an irresistible smile on his face.

Jing Ji turned his eyes away, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.

He secretly exhaled and raised his eyes again, Ying Jiao's eyes still stayed on him.

With four eyes facing each other, Jing Ji involuntarily raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Look... Look at the question." Jing Ji lowered his eyes, keeping Ying Jiao's hot eyes out of his sight, trying to calm the throbbing in his heart: "The exam is coming soon."

At this moment, Yingjiao wanted to hug and kiss him. He simply couldn't understand how there could be someone as lovely as Jing Ji in this world. Even the curvature of the hair is more pleasing than others.

But when Jing Ji was so busy, he didn't forget to care about his studies, and Ying Jiao was reluctant to let him down.

Yingjiao clenched his fists with restraint, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and nodded: "Okay."

After more than three months of hard study, Yingjiao made rapid progress, and many basic questions were no longer difficult for him.

Jing Ji was a little satisfied and a little proud. After explaining all the problems to him and making sure that he understood everything, he thought in his mind that after a while, he would have to switch to a slightly more difficult set of problems.

"It's all done." Yingjiao wrote the last word, closed the exercise book, looked up at the time, and said, "Go, I'll take you to the small classroom."

"No," Jing Ji pushed away the chair and stood up, firmly rejecting: "You study by yourself, don't waste your time."

Yingjiao couldn't beat him, so he could only reluctantly respond: "Okay, you have the final say in our family, we will listen to you."

The three words "our family" directly poked into Jing Ji's heart.

He thought that he would never have the concept of "home" in two lifetimes, but Yingjiao told him our home...

Jing Ji's chest was almost warm, he picked up his schoolbag and said softly, "I'm leaving."

"Wait." Ying Jiao put down his pen.

Jing Ji looked at him suspiciously.

With the help of the table, Ying Jiao smiled and stretched out a hand at him, the meaning was self-evident.

Jing Ji pursed his lips, and his face turned red. After hesitating for a while, looking left and right, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he quickly touched his hand, then turned and left the classroom.

The brief touch was almost only one second, like a feather, softly on Yingjiao's chest. His heart was numb, and he looked down at his palm for a while, and then he abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and began to work on the questions seriously.

Amid the anticipation and nervousness of all the students, the final exam finally arrived.

The students in Class 7 changed from their usual leisure time. Some began to memorize the text crazily. Some came over to let Jing Ji help them focus. Some even went to inquire about the people with relatively good grades in their examination room. Pass a small note or something.

After all, it is the final exam, which is not only related to the success of the whole winter vacation, but also to the thickness of the New Year's red envelope.

He Conge and a few people attacked all night, and they yawned all the time until they went out to the examination room. In the end, they couldn't hold it anymore and ran to the teacher's toilet to wash their faces.

Yingjiao didn't go with them, and after sending Jing Ji to the first examination room, he continued to go to Class 21.

In the last monthly test, although his score improved a lot, his ranking remained basically the same, and he still remained in the original test room.

Ying Jiao took out a piece of coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and was about to put it in his mouth, when he looked up, he saw Qiao Anyan walking towards him.

"Jao, brother arrogant." Qiao Anyan stopped, stood opposite Yingjiao, and greeted him with a flushed face.

In his previous life, although he liked to win arrogance, he never had the courage to express himself. Now that his life is all over again, he doesn't want to have any regrets.

Therefore, through Christmas, I stuffed the love letter into the packaging of Ping An Guo and gave it to Yingjiao. But he didn't expect the love letter to end up in the hands of their head teacher, and it also alarmed his parents.

He didn't want to think about how he survived some time ago, and he once complained about Yingjiao. But later he found out that Yingjiao didn't do it on purpose, so he was relieved.

Yingjiao frowned, and when he saw this person, he felt disgusted in his heart.

It's not because he was the culprit who caused Jing Ji's headache, but because he was like this early in the morning.

He wanted to kick Qiao Anyan away, but when he thought of what Li Zhou said, he resisted his impatience and said, "You were the one who sent me a love letter last time?"

Qiao Anyan's eyes widened suddenly, his heart was pounding, Ying Jiao remembered him!

His brain was instantly congested, and he nodded: "Yes, yes!"

Yingjiao leaned on the window sill in the corridor and asked casually, "Like me?"

Qiao Anyan was short of breath and nodded impatiently.

Why did Yingjiao ask him that? Could it be...

Holding the round coconut candy, Ying Jiao stared at Qiao Anyan for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "When are the Yangcheng Olympics?"

Qiao Anyan was almost unable to think when he saw it, and subconsciously said: "August..."

"Brother Jiao!" Zheng Que's voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting Qiao Anyan's words.

Zheng Que came up, looked at Ying Jiao, and Qiao Anyan, and said strangely, "What are you doing here?"

"You..." Yingjiao closed his eyes, almost couldn't control and gave him a kick on the spot, and said irritably, "You're pulling your legs so hard, why are you the reincarnation of a rickshaw driver?!"

Only then did Zheng Que realize that he seemed to be doing something bad, he smiled embarrassingly, and pulled He Conge and Peng Chengcheng away with a guilty conscience.

But although Qiao Anyan only said half of what he said, Yingjiao has already set out the desired information.

He guessed right, Qiao Anyan was not a slip of the tongue last time, he knew that Yangcheng would succeed in the Olympic bid, and even clearly remembered what month and date the Olympics would be.

Either he's a lunatic, or...

Thinking of that possibility, Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and sneered. Want to have a negative impact on Jing Ci? No matter what method he uses, he will let this monster go back to where it came from.

Yingjiao didn't even notice that he had double standards, and there was also an abnormality in his body. Jing Ji was specially here to be his little wife, while others were demons and ghosts.

He glanced at the pale Qiao Anyan, sneered, and walked into Class 21.

Scared this shit!

Jing Ji thought that he would have a headache again this time, but it was unbelievable. After two days, he didn't have a single pain, and he passed the test smoothly.

Twenty minutes before the end of the English test, Jing Ji packed up his things and handed in the paper. As soon as he went out, he saw Yingjiao waiting in the corridor.

"So punctual." Ying Jiao stretched out his hand to take his schoolbag and said with a chuckle, "How about a little pinching?"

Jing Ji nodded and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Before the exam, Yingjiao came to make an appointment with him to hand in the papers in advance. Because Yingjiao's English grades were on par with him, Jing Ji didn't refuse, but he just didn't understand what he wanted to do.

"Take you out to dinner." Yingjiao put the transparent bag in which he put the pen into Jingci's schoolbag, zipped it up and carried it over his shoulder: "Do you remember the tea restaurant where we ate together for the first time?"

"Want to eat there?"

"Yeah." Ying Jiao nodded: "Last time I said that I wanted to taste the Yangzhi nectar from that house, come with me?"

"Okay."

At this point, there were basically no people in the restaurant, the two small boxes were empty, Ying Jiao asked for the one inside, and discussed with Jing Ji to order.

After the dishes were all served, the waiter knocked on the door again and gave them a bowl of Yangzhi nectar.

Just as Jing Ji was about to stop the waiter and ask if he was missing a bowl, Ying Jiao held his hand under the table.

"I only ordered one."

Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled, resisting not moving, and asked Ying Jiao in a low voice, "Don't you want to eat it?"

Ying Jiao didn't answer, he reached out and dug out a spoonful of Yang Zhi Ganlu and sent it to Jing Ji's mouth, and said softly, "Is it still the original taste for me?"

Jing Ji's face turned red, and he reached out to come by himself, but was avoided by Ying Jiao.

Yingjiao didn't say anything, just looked at him with a spoon and a smile.

Jing Ji's Adam's apple moved, but he still opened his mouth.

Yingjiao stared at his lips moistened by the dessert, and asked in a low voice, "Is it delicious?"

Jing Ji swallowed the Yangzhi nectar in his mouth: "It's delicious."

"Then let me try it, okay?"

Jing Ji looked up at him.

Seeing him staring at his lips without blinking, he instantly understood what he meant.

Yingjiao leaned against him, his voice soft and a little hoarse: "Is it okay?"

Jing Ji blushed unbelievably, and his breathing was obviously rapid.

Yingjiao reached out and raised his chin slightly, and asked again, "Speak, baby, can you?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and nodded lightly for a while.

Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed him.

After the long kiss, Ying Jiao licked his lower lip, looked into Jing Ji's eyes, and said with a chuckle, "It's really sweet."

Jing Ji took a breath and almost didn't catch fire.

It was not until he walked out of the restaurant after eating, and was blown by the cold wind, that the heat on his face slowly subsided, and his mind returned to clarity. I finally remembered that the last time Ying Jiao told him that he wanted to taste Yangzhi nectar, he did indeed touch his lips with his hand.

At that time, he didn't feel anything, but now it seems that at that time... did he have such thoughts about himself?

While thinking uncontrollably, Jing Ji walked to the school side by side with Ying Jiao. Passing through a traffic light, just turning a corner, a messy car accident scene suddenly came into view.

The black private car hit the street light, and the front of the car was completely flattened. Next to it is a nearly shattered motorcycle, and there are large smears of blood around the motorcycle.

The traffic police were pulling the isolation belt, and passersby avoided the place one after another, making the tragic scene more and more conspicuous.

Jing Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could think of anything, he immediately reached out to cover Yingjiao's eyes.

And at the moment when his hands were covered, a pair of cold, wet palms also covered his eyes.

"Don't look," he whispered in his ear.

His voice was weak and his breath fluctuated.

Ying Jiao leaned against him, panting, most of his body weight was on him, the hand covering his eyes trembled slightly, but he always blocked the terrifying scene in front of him, never letting go for a minute.

The **** man.

The man who faints for a while when he sees the simulated human blood in the movie.

When he saw the scene of the car accident, his first reaction was to grit his teeth desperately to keep himself from falling, and then cover his eyes.