Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The hallway was quiet, and within 20 minutes after the lights were turned off, the dorm teacher appeared most frequently. Even the most naughty students would not dare to make trouble at this time.

In the silence and darkness, Jing Ji could clearly perceive Ying Jiao's slightly rough breathing, as well as... something so bright and tingling on his body.

Yingjiao's heartbeat is fast, and his chest rises and falls very obviously.

But he just hugged him without any movement. As he promised on the playground after class, he said if he didn't move, he didn't move.

He always talks very loudly and wants to treat him like this. But in fact, he never forced him to do anything against his will.

From the fake kiss in the KTV box when they were not dating, to now they are lying on the same bed, Yingjiao has been taking care of his feelings in his own way.

Jing Ji actually didn't like the little bed. When he slept, he used to lie flat in the center of the bed, neither to the left nor to the right, from lying down to waking up in the same posture. If the bed is too small, you have to turn your body slightly when sleeping two people, which is very uncomfortable, both physically and psychologically.

However, if the person beside him was Yingjiao, everything would be different.

Compared with his long-standing habit, Jing Ji wanted to lean on him and get close to him. Even if he was a little flustered and overwhelmed by his physiological reaction at this moment, if he was asked to choose again, he would still come over.

In fact, it's nothing, Jing Ji thought, it's normal for couples to sleep in the same bed.

If Yingjiao came to kiss him at this time, he might have the same reaction.

He was the one who asked Yingjiao to stay, and he is so uncomfortable now...

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot and his breathing was short, even more nervous than when he learned that he had transmigrated but had no memory of his original body.

His throat was dry, his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and after brewing for a long time, he finally whispered to Yingjiao: "Yingjiao."

The two of them are not playing or trying, they are going to be together for a lifetime, so there is no difference between earlier and later. And...and there's only a week left until his birthday.

"Huh?" Ying Jiao responded, his voice was hoarse and panting, obviously holding back: "What's the matter, baby?"

"You..." Jing Ji took a deep breath, his heartbeat was so loud that he was about to cover his voice: "If you really want to, you can..."

He didn't say the rest, but both of them understood.

Yingjiao's breath suffocated, and the hand around his shoulder suddenly tightened.

Jing Ji didn't struggle, just let him move.

"You," Yingjiao gritted his teeth and looked at him in disbelief, "do you know what you're talking about?"

Jing Ji nodded lightly.

"Fuck." Ying Jiao scolded lowly, rubbed Jing Ji into his arms, and hugged him fiercely. Then he quickly let go, rolled over and got out of bed.

There is a small glass window embedded in the door of the dormitory of the provincial experimental students, which is convenient for the dormitory teacher to check the dormitory. The light in the corridor came in through the glass window. With this weak light, Ying Jiao walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and groped inside.

His whole body was tense, like a full bow, ready to fire. I took a pack of cigarettes over and over several times before I finally got it.

"You sleep, don't mind me, I'll smoke a cigarette."

Jing Ji sat up, even if it was covered by darkness, he didn't dare to look at Ying Jiao. He lowered his eyes and pretended to be calm: "You don't..."

"Baby, don't tease me anymore." Ying Jiao interrupted him with a cigarette in his mouth: "Be obedient, go to bed."

How could you not want to? He was going crazy thinking about it.

Chunmeng didn't know how many I had done. It was normal for my underwear to get wet every morning.

But he wouldn't touch Jing Ji in the dormitory.

Can't, can't bear it.

This kind of thing is not a vent for one person, but the enjoyment of two people.

In a shabby environment, one has to beware of teachers who don't know when they will come to check. Jing Ji is so thin-skinned that he can't stand it at all. What's more, there are no sleeves and lubricants, and it is too easy to be injured.

Ying Jiao unbuttoned his pajamas and stood in front of the window with his arms open. Occasionally, a cold wind came in through the crack of the unsealed window and slapped him, bringing a biting chill.

He leaned against the bed rail next to him, trying his best to control it so that he wouldn't look at Jing Ji. After smoking a cigarette, he calmed down a little.

He didn't go back immediately, but after blowing enough cold air and doing enough psychological construction, after confirming that he would not turn into a beast, he threw the lighter of his mobile phone and took off his shoes and went to bed.

Jing Ji didn't sleep, and was still sitting on the bed with his back straight.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Ying Jiao pulled him to lie down.

"Wait with you."

This straight ball almost made Yingjiao break again. He restrained and let go of Jing Ji's hand, and recited the standard equation of ellipse several times in his heart before asking softly, "Is what you just told me true? Really willing?"

Jing Ji hummed softly.

Yingjiao couldn't bear it anymore. He lowered his head and kissed him on the lips. He didn't dare to kiss him deeply. He just touched it lightly: "I owe it first if you want, and you can supply me later, okay?"

Jing Ji nodded in embarrassment.

"What do you mean by nodding?" Ying Jiao couldn't eat the meat, so he was on fire in his heart, so he bullied Jing Ji in a different way: "Good or bad?"

Jing Ji's cheeks were flushed, and after a while he whispered, "...Okay."

"Then I have the final say. I can do whatever I want. Are you obedient?"

Jing Ji was silent and did not speak, and his breathing was a little short.

Yingjiao continued to ask: "Why didn't you answer? Are you obedient?"

Jing Ji clenched his fists tightly, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He paused for a while before spit out a word that was almost inaudible: "Listen..."

Yingjiao's heart was as soft as cotton, he pulled the quilt up, touched his head, and stopped teasing him: "Go to sleep."

Jing Ji thought that he would not be able to fall asleep. First, it was past his usual sleeping point, and secondly, after being teased by Ying Jiao for so long, and being so close to him, he couldn't calm down at all.

But as a result, he not only fell asleep quickly, but also had a dream.

The dream was a little vague, and he could only vaguely feel that he was on the university campus. He raised his head and said to Yingjiao, "Then I'll go to class first, see you at noon."

Ying Jiao smiled and waved at him.

The next second, the scene changed instantly, and he saw Ying Jiao standing alone in the place where they were separated, from noon to night, and from night to noon again.

In his sleep, Jing Ji was inexplicably cold. His lips moved, and he murmured: "Win arrogant."

"Yeah." Ying Jiao, who was in a daze, responded subconsciously and took him into his arms.

Feeling the familiar temperature, Jing Ji's tense body relaxed, and soon fell asleep again.

The next day, after the two of them had breakfast and just went to the classroom to study for a while, Teacher Liu called Jing Ci out.

His face couldn't hide his excitement: "The admissions offices of Tsinghua and Peking University have come and are waiting for you in the conference room."

Jing Ji had already heard Xiao Leyue say that the two schools would come to interview the players of the national training team, and they were already mentally prepared. Wen Yan nodded and followed Teacher Liu to the conference room.

As soon as he entered the door, Jing Ji was stunned, because he was very familiar with the person from Tsinghua's admissions office, and it was Xiao Leyue.

"Xiao Jing." Xiao Leyue stood up and greeted him.

Jing Ji took it to the door and smiled at him: "Brother Xiao, why are you?"

"Didn't our school go to the hotel to promote it? My acquaintance came here. They knew that I knew you, so they sent me here. I'm not alone. Our professor is still in the hotel. You can meet me later. he?"

When the person from the admissions office of Peking University next to him heard it, he said, "Oh, this is incredible. The family is too scheming, and they play emotional cards. No, he must not be allowed to take Jing Ji away first!

He quickly squeezed over and said, "Our professor is having breakfast outside and can come over later. Jing Ji, would you like to talk to me about your wishes first?"

Xiao Leyue smiled and said, "No, I'll talk to Jing Ji first."

The people from Peking University's admissions office were not to be outdone: "Why did you agree? Jing Ci obviously hasn't agreed."

The two were fighting each other, neither letting anyone else.

Mr. Liu had already asked about Jing Ci's wishes, and knowing that he was interested in the Department of Mathematics of Peking University, he walked over and said, "Jing Ci has already decided which school and major he wants to apply for."

The two immediately looked at Teacher Liu with burning eyes.

Mr. Liu didn't give a shit, and said directly: "Peking University's Department of Mathematics."

In an instant, one person is happy and the other is sad.

"No, Xiaojing." Xiao Leyue walked up to Jing Ji and said dumbly, "This is your wish?"

Jing Ji nodded: "I'm sorry Brother Xiao, I've already thought about it."

"Hey, why are you going to Peking University? Come to our school. It's great that my brother will cover you. Although I am a senior this year, I am a graduate student and still stay in school."

People from the Admissions Office of Peking University immediately stood in front of Jing Ji vigilantly: "People have already thought about it, you are robbing people!"

Xiao Leyue smiled: "Stealing someone? Didn't sign an agreement."

He took Jing Ji's arm and said, "Go out and talk with me?"

Xiao Leyue is a good person. He took care of him a lot when he was in Yangcheng. Although Jing Ji had no intention of their school, he gave him this face.

"Okay."

The people from the admissions office of Peking University were in a hurry, and they argued with Xiao Leyue for several more words. Until Jing Ji spoke up, he sat down reluctantly and watched him and Xiao Leyue go out.

Although Xiao Leyue had not been in contact with Jing Ji for a long time, he felt a little bit of his temper. Knowing that today's matter is probably impossible, but he still wanted to try hard.

"Our school's mathematics department is also very strong. How about learning more? I'll take you to see the professor?"

Jing Ji shook his head: "Brother Xiao, I'm really sure."

"Maybe there's no sign of applying to our school at all?"

Jing Ji said with certainty: "No."

"Okay." Xiao Leyue sighed a long time, leaned on the window sill and smiled: "I thought I could be your alumni. It's okay, anyway, the two schools are close, so don't forget to make friends with you when you go to the imperial capital in the future. I'll contact you, when the time comes, my brother will take you out to play."

"Okay, I won't forget it for sure."

Because of Jing Ji's firm will, this battle of robbing people ended unexpectedly quickly.

The people from the Peking University Admissions Office were overjoyed, for fear that Jing Ci would regret it, they quickly signed an agreement with him.

At this point, Jing Ji's university has finally settled.

Good things come in pairs. As soon as the person from the admissions office was sent away, Zhao Feng came over and told Jing Ji that the notice from the national training team had come down.

"I'll send you an email later, you can check it." Although there are specific time schedules in the email, Zhao Feng still told Jing Ji: "It's a coincidence this time, the training team is also training in Yangcheng. We will set off after the year, a total of thirteen days. After the first round of selection, a total of nineteen people will be selected. Wait until March before the second round, which is the final selection."

Jing Ji nodded to show that he knew.

Zhao Feng smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "This time it's a fully enclosed training, the teacher can't accompany you, you have to cheer yourself up."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Don't be under pressure. Your grades have already given us a lot of respect for the governor. The teacher in this training camp has one request for you: have fun with your studies and enjoy your knowledge."

Jing Ji's heart warmed: "I understand, thank you teacher."

On Jing Ji's side, good news came frequently, while Jing's father on the other side fell into sorrow.

He was originally resolute in his speech, but after thinking about it for a few days, he finally got a taste. Jing Ji didn't even want to ask for living expenses, which was completely divorced from his family.

Jing's father couldn't help feeling a little regretful. Jing Ji's character was stubborn and stubborn, so he could only smooth it out. How could he not control his temper at that time.

Isn't it just two words of softening? It's nothing compared to the envy and compliment of others.

Father Jing took a sip of coffee and calculated in his heart that the provincial experiment was about to have the winter vacation. In order to prevent Jing Ji from going out to work and not returning home, he had to visit him at school once.

In any case, this son is prosperous now, and it is still necessary to restore a good relationship with him.

Jing Ci didn't know what Jing's father planned. After the evening self-study was over, he started to pack his things as soon as he returned to the dormitory.

He was going to live at Yingjiao's house during the winter vacation, and he had to bring clothes and everything.

Yingjiao wanted to stop him, but he didn't know what to think, and swallowed the words: "I'll help you."

Li Zhou can be called a good roommate in China. As soon as he sees Ying Jiao coming over, he will spontaneously avoid them and not disturb them.

The wardrobe of the provincial experimental student dormitory is divided into upper and lower floors. Not only is the space on the lower level small, but you have to squat down when picking up things, which is very troublesome.

Ying Jiao didn't want Jing Ji to work hard, so he said directly: "There are a lot of things above, you can clean it up, and leave it to me below."

The joy of going home with Ying Jiao made Jing Ji forget what he had put at the bottom of the cabinet, so he nodded and agreed without hesitation.

There were not many things on the lower level of the cabinet. Ying Jiao took out two sweaters and handed them to Jing Ji. When he reached in again, he was stunned.

He touched a cold iron box with some unevenness on it. It was the cookie box that Jing Ji used to hold the first test paper he saw last time.

The corners of Yingjiao's lips slowly picked up. He raised his eyes and glanced at Jingji, which was being carefully sorted out. He took out the box and deliberately asked, "What is this? Do you want to bring it?"

Jing Ji was stunned at first, and then quickly reached out to grab it after reacting: "No, nothing."

However, he was too nervous to hold one, and the box slammed to the ground. The lid of the box flew far away in an instant, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

A square stack of papers fell to Yingjiao's feet, and Yingjiao reached out and picked it up.

Ying Jiao's pupils shrank suddenly, the handwriting on the paper was not Jing Ji's, but his.

Yingjiao's Adam's apple moved and slowly unfolded the paper. Then, he saw a line of small words at the top——

[The final exam in January, with a score of 102 in mathematics, has improved a lot (especially very happy!). 】

"Don't, don't look at it." Jing Ji's face turned red, and it was too shameful for Ying Jiao to know that he was secretly hiding his test papers.

He stretched out his hand to pull Yingjiao up, but was gently pushed away.

Yingjiao took a step forward and kept picking from the scattered test papers below.

He never knew that the papers he threw aside, the final destination was not the trash can, but the iron box with the Medal of Victory in Jing Ji.

A few papers that just passed were regarded as honors by Jing Ji...

Yingjiao closed his eyes, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart. Pick up your papers one by one. When I got to the end, what appeared in front of my eyes was a small dry rose.

Those who are familiar with the packaging can no longer be familiar with it. It was given by him after his confession. A pink rose that represents first love, but has never said its meaning to Jing Ci.

It wasn't thrown away, it was put where it mattered most.

Store it properly and keep it carefully.

The author has something to say: small theater, tin box of Cici: used to hold the most precious things.

The admissions office refers to the news of Xinlan.com.