Why is it him again!

Feng Mao looked at Yingjiao angrily. First he didn't wear a school uniform, then he disturbed the discipline of the examination room, and now he broke the door of the teaching building! Over and over again!

Don't look at the broken glass door, but if you think about it, it tells the government leaders vaguely that he did not do his preparations properly?

Destruction of school assets is not as trivial as it once was.

This time I have to teach him a lesson, so that he doesn't know the sky is high!

However, although Feng Mao was very angry at the moment, he did not forget the background of Yingjiao. He barely suppressed the fire in his heart and asked, "Such a thick glass door... How did you get it?"

Yingjiao's expression remained unchanged: "I bumped into it accidentally."

If it wasn't for his image, Feng Mao would have shouted a fart on the spot!

Are the glass doors of the school shattering at the touch of a button? Who are you fooling?

He was a liar and deceived the teacher, he really read it right, this student will be a prisoner sooner or later!

"Tell me the truth!" Feng Mao took two steps forward, looking at the crack, then Yingjiao, and roared, "Did you make trouble in front of the building? I'm in the school summary every Monday. How many times have I said it, this is not allowed, this is not allowed! Take my words on deaf ears, right?"

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and said lazily, "No."

"No?!" Feng Mao asked back with a sneer, reaching out and pulling Yingjiao to the door: "Then how did you touch it just now? Touch another one and show me!"

Ying Jiao slightly sideways dodged his hand, and his face instantly turned cold.

Feng Mao started to move the crowd to clean up this early morning, and wanted to know that the people who came to the school today were not small people. At this juncture, the door of the teaching building was smashed, and Feng Mao, a person who paid attention to formalism, would definitely not take it lightly.

Ying Jiao didn't want Jing Ci to deal with Feng Mao. He didn't forget that Feng Mao was in the office last time, and in front of all the teachers in the second year of high school, he said that Jing Ci's character was not good.

So even if he knew about Yijing Ci's current performance, he probably wouldn't be punished in the end, but as long as he thought that he would be despised and embarrassed by Feng Mao, Yingjiao couldn't stand it.

After all, Jing Ji was involved in this matter. He wanted to endure it and passed it, but now Feng Mao is... going to do something with him?

Ying Jiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then took his right hand out of his pocket.

Yingjiao's height is 188. Xu is the reason why he has done special training. He is thin and thin, but his figure is not as thin as an ordinary growing-up teenager. The muscles on the body are beautiful and smooth, with a temperament between green and mature.

Seeing that he had moved his hand, Feng Mao immediately remembered the incident when he hit the teacher, and instinctively took two steps back.

When he realized that he was frightened by a student, Feng Mao immediately became angry: "Okay, don't tell the truth, then tell me in front of your head teacher!"

Ying Jiao laughed mockingly, looked back at Jing Ji, and saw that he was obediently standing in place without moving, so he followed Feng Mao's footsteps with confidence.

The two of them just went up the steps of the first floor when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Teacher, wait a minute."

The bruise on Jing Ji's forehead was much bigger than before, but he didn't seem to know the pain, without the slightest expression of pain on his face, calmly said: "I broke the glass door."

When Yingjiao was talking to him, he had actually come out of the illusion, but his mind was still a little confused for a while.

After so long, it was long enough for him to remember what had just happened.

The door was originally smashed by him, and he couldn't let Yingjiao take the blame for him.

Although he knew that Ying Jiao was not afraid of Feng Mao and could handle this matter, Jing Ci was reluctant.

Feng Mao just patronized the jumping feet, and didn't notice Jing Ji at all. Hearing what he said at this moment, and seeing the big bag on his head, he immediately believed it by five points.

Don't you mean you're not messing around? How could it be like this without a fight!

Feng Mao looked at Jing Ji coldly, and he had a bad impression of this student at first. If you can deceive the teacher together with your friends, what if you join the training team? There will always be times when he suffers a lot in the future.

Besides, these two people are playing him for a fool? It was this one for a while, and the other for a while, how does it seem that their classmates are deeply in love?

"Jing Ci, right? The teacher knows you." Feng Mao smiled and said lukewarmly, "I'm so happy that I got good grades this time? Then I can't ignore the school rules."

Yingjiao's eyes widened, just as he was about to say something, a kind voice sounded in his ear: "What happened?"

With his hands behind his back, the principal walked downstairs with a smile, followed by a huge He Porridge.

Yingjiao only said on WeChat that he should come down to receive Jing's speech, but did not say what happened.

He Cong looked at the principal, and then at Feng Mao, standing at the junction of the two flights of stairs, but he didn't dare to go down any further.

The principal looked at Jing Ci: "Jing Ci..."

His eyes fell on Jing Ji's forehead, and his voice became a lot more eager: "What's wrong?"

Could it be that the head was hit again? !

Before Jing Ji answered, Feng Mao told him about smashing the glass door. At the end, I added another sentence: "The leaders will be here soon. Principal, you said that this is a riot... Hey, I don't know how many times I have emphasized it at the morning meeting. It is not allowed to make trouble in front of the building, and the students will never listen. No, not even Jing Ji is an exception."

However, the principal's focus was not on the broken glass door at all. He asked Jing Ji anxiously: "Teacher, you've hit a lot, do you need to go to the school doctor's office to get some medicine to wipe it?"

Jing Ji was stunned, but he didn't expect the principal's attitude to be so good. He reached out and touched the big bag on his forehead, and said a little embarrassedly: "No need, thank you teacher, it will be fine in a few days."

Feng Mao, who secretly put eye drops on Jing Ci: "..."

After confirming that Jing Ci was really not damaged, the principal's focus finally came back: "The door will be broken if it is broken, don't be afraid, everyone is careless, it's a big deal."

He raised his hand to look at the time, and said kindly: "It's almost lunch break, you go back to sleep. You don't need to be mentally burdened, that door should have been changed."

Feng Mao: "..."

The teaching building of their school is newly built, and the door has only been installed for a few years. Why doesn't he know that it needs to be replaced? !

Jing Ji was still a little guilty, and after a few words of humility, he went upstairs with Yingjiao He Congee.

"Principal." After the two left, Feng Mao said dissatisfiedly: "The leader will come over later, what should I do when I see the door like this?"

The principal smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, the leaders are not here to come to see the door. It's really not good. When you enter the door, you stand next to it and block it."

Feng Mao: "..."

The principal's eyes fell on the crack, and he was secretly suspicious. This door is reasonably strong. How did Jing Ji knock it out of a crack?

Is it really a player who can enter the national training team? Brain physical and chemical attacks are very powerful.

In the teacher's toilet on the third floor, Ying Jiao ignored He Congee next to him, and reached out to lift the hair in front of Jing Ji's forehead: "Don't move, let me see."

The force of Jing Ji's impact was very strong, and the bag on his forehead was already the size of an egg.

Yingjiao lowered his head and blew him twice, and the more he looked at it, the more distressed he became: "I didn't have time to ask you just now, what happened to you then?"

"It's okay," Jing Ji lowered his eyes and said softly, "The door was wiped so cleanly that it bumped into it without noticing."

Yingjiao looked at his drooping eyelashes and knew that he wasn't telling the truth. But He Congee was here, so it was inconvenient for him to ask too carefully, so he blew a few times and said, "I said I did it, why are you still standing up?"

"I was the one who hit it," Jing Ji thought of the scene where Ying Jiao stood in front of him, and still felt his chest swell: "And how can I let you take the blame."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Yingjiao still understood his subtext.

Yingjiao's heart softened, and he wanted to rub him into his arms, but he was afraid of touching his wound. He could only endure it, leaned over and said softly, "Afraid of me being punished?"

He Conge, who was on the side, couldn't listen to it anymore. He said blankly, "I'm sorry for disturbing you. Can I have a sense of presence in front of you at 100kg?"

Jing Ji was stunned, and then he remembered that it was not only the two of them in the toilet, and his face instantly turned red.

Ying Jiao glanced at He Congee and said lightly, "Isn't the lemon sour?"

He Conge instinctively nodded and replied, "It's sour."

"Then why don't you leave?"

He Conge was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he meant, and was so angry that he almost died with him.

Who told him to come downstairs just now? ! Damn, tear down the bridge when you cross the river!

He Conge slammed the door and walked away.

Ying Jiao locked the toilet door and looked back at Jing Ji: "Okay, it's just us now."

Jing Ji's face was a little unnatural, but he didn't stop Ying Jiao.

"I asked you just now, but you haven't replied yet." Yingjiao looked down at him and asked again, "Afraid of me being punished?"

Jing Ji nodded.

"Isn't that afraid of being laughed at by the rumor that Jingshen hit the glass door?"

Jing Ji's expression didn't change: "It doesn't matter."

Yingjiao was about to explode because of his teasing, so he reached out and hugged him unbearably.

Jing Ji instinctively tilted his head.

Yingjiao chuckled: "Don't worry, as long as you don't try to get into my arms, you won't be able to touch your forehead."

Jing Ji's cheeks were flushed and he ignored him.

After a while, he slowly, slowly reached out and grabbed Yingjiao's back, resting his face on his shoulder.

Ying Jiao was stunned for a moment, then raised his lips uncontrollably, and hugged Jing Ji tighter.

After the lunch break, Yingjiao went out. When I came back, I had a few more ice packs in my hand.

"Raise your face a little." Ying Jiao picked up an ice pack and turned to Jing Ji.

Jing Ji did as he was told, and asked him, "Does the school sell this?"

"No, I'm an errand shopping agent." Ying Jiao carefully placed the ice pack on Jing Ji's forehead, pressing one hand to prevent it from falling: "Does this hurt?"

Jing Ji shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Yingjiao knew that even if he was in pain, he would not show it as big as others, so he could only try to make his movements lighter.

Fortunately, Jing Ji's injury just looks scary, but it's actually not serious.

There was no dizziness in the head, and the swelling did not expand anymore, which made Yingjiao feel relieved.

In the afternoon, the leaders of the government came to the provincial experiment on time.

After visiting a circle of schools and discussing the reward plan for Jing Ci with the principal, a leader proposed to see Jing Ci.

They have seen the photos, after all, the Internet is overwhelming. The child is so good-looking, I can't help but want to see what the real person is like.

Thinking of the big bag on Jing Ji's forehead, the principal couldn't bear to toss him. In addition, he was injured so badly that those who didn't know thought he had been bullied on campus, so he made a random excuse to prevaricate it.

So, I didn't like Jing Ji on this occasion very much, so I escaped by accident.

Jing Ji originally thought that the scene when he saw the original body's death this time was just an accident. But he soon discovered that this was not the case, because from this day on, he began to receive the original owner's memory intermittently——

He saw the little boy with yellow hair sitting alone on the sofa of the Jing family. He tried his best to look rebellious, but he couldn't help but secretly look at the happy family of three.

He saw him lying on the bed, writing Yingjiao's name over and over with the same writing habit as himself, with a stubborn and determined expression on his face.

He saw that he nodded and bowed, trying his best to please the people around Yingjiao, just to have a chance to get close to Yingjiao.

He also saw that he was instigated, and rushed to find Qiao Anyan to settle accounts angrily. He thought he had beaten Qiao Anyan and was complacent, but he forgot his scars all over his body.

I don't know if it's because I watched too much or something else. Jing Ji gradually began to empathize with the original body, and even... there was an illusion that this was actually what he had experienced.

Jing Ji was inevitably affected.

When he first established a relationship with Yingjiao, even if he really liked it, he would never take the initiative.

Later, the two got close to each other a lot, and he would occasionally say a few words of love shyly, but that was the limit.

It would be absolutely impossible for him to act like a spoiled brat, or take the initiative to make a request.

But now-

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