Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji turned his face sideways, and after a while, his eyelashes trembled, trying his best to calmly say: "From, from me."

"what?"

"Get up from me..."

Ying Jiao chuckled, satisfied, and let him go mercifully.

Jing Ji sat on Ying Jiao's bed, with no expression on his face, but his cheeks were slightly red, and a dull hair on the top of his head was slightly raised.

He always felt a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. I took out the milk tea and held it in my hand, and just now I felt a little better.

The phone in his pocket dinged, and Jing Ji immediately took it out and looked down as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

It was news from Li Zhou that he had arrived at the dormitory and asked where Jing Ji was.

Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said to Yingjiao: "My roommate is back, I'll go back first."

Ying Jiao leaned lazily against the railing, and stopped Jing Ji when he walked to the door: "Let's have dinner together tomorrow morning."

Jing Ji took a step and was very reluctant.

He couldn't figure out what went wrong. He clearly wanted to stay away from Yingjiao, and he did so, but why is he getting further and further away from his original intention?

"I..." He politely expressed his refusal: "I get up early."

"It's a coincidence, I get up early every day." Ying Jiao looked at him with a smile, "I am secretly making progress by myself, but I don't allow my classmates to follow me, little classmate, there is something wrong with your thinking."

Jing Ji looked at him without words, and coldly exposed his lies: "Don't you often skip class in the morning?"

According to the original book, Yingjiao was so angry when he got up that no one dared to call him, so he could only continue to sleep.

Ying Jiao's eyes suddenly stopped, and it stands to reason that Jing Ji shouldn't know about this...

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, tilted his head to look at Jing Ji, and smiled: "You really pay attention to me."

Jing Ji turned around angrily and left.

Behind him, Yingjiao's voice came faintly: "I still think you have changed a lot, since when did you start? Let me think about it..."

Jing Ji gritted his teeth and turned around: "I'll get up at six tomorrow."

Yingjiao chuckled, satisfied: "Okay."

He was even more certain about the bizarre guess in his heart, and he took it all in. If it was still the original Jing Ji, I'm afraid he couldn't wait to pounce.

There are about 40 people in a class in the provincial experiment, and the dormitories are uniformly assigned to the class by the school. Because there have been class-to-class gang fights in the dormitory, even if the dormitory of a class is unsatisfactory, it will not arrange for people from other classes to come in, so as to avoid such conflicts.

There were very few people in the seventh class, and only Jing Ji and Li Zhou lived in 301.

"Where have you been?" As soon as Jing Ci entered the dormitory, Li Zhou asked, "Didn't you say go back to the dormitory directly?"

"I forgot to bring my key, so I went to sit in another dormitory." Jing Ji replied simply, afraid of Li Zhou's questioning, he quickly changed the subject: "Have you seen my key?"

Li Zhou was wondering when Jing Ji had friends who could go to the dormitory. When he was asked this, he immediately put the doubts in his mind behind him: "It should be in the drawer, haven't you brought your keys with you these days?"

When Jing Ji heard the words, he opened the drawer, and sure enough, he saw a white key lying inside.

He breathed a sigh of relief and put the key in his pocket so he wouldn't forget it in the morning.

"Let's go, go to the water room to wash up." Li Zhou pulled out a plastic basin from under the bed, urging Jing Ji: "Otherwise, when the other classes come back, the water room will be too crowded again."

The dormitory of the provincial experiment does not have an independent bathroom. Each floor has a water room, where students wash their clothes. If you want to take a bath, you need to go to the school's bathhouse.

"Okay."

The two of them had just finished taking a shower, and the large group of troops who had finished their evening self-study came back.

Li Zhou looked at Jing Ji triumphantly: "Look at it, going to the water room now will definitely not be able to grab a seat."

He lay on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, found the plug on the wall, charged the phone, and complained to Jing Ji: "Damn, the dormitory is so annoying, and the socket is stuck again, this time I don't know if I can hold on to it. how long."

The provincial experiment does not allow mobile phones to go to school. The investigation is very strict. The sockets in the dormitory are all covered up. If it is found that any dormitory has opened the socket without permission, points will be deducted.

But this rule is useful for students in other classes, but not for the young masters and young ladies of Class Seven.

Points are deducted, who cares?

call a parent? It doesn't matter. The mobile phones are all bought by my parents, do I keep them at home if I don’t bring them? If you go out and get kidnapped or something, don't you have to wait to die without a mobile phone?

Therefore, the school turned a blind eye and did not care much about the dormitory of Class 7. At most, when they are too arrogant, the dormitory teacher will paste the socket on.

"Are you charging?" Li Zhou asked Jing Ji: "If you don't, I'll charge for a while."

Jing Ji shook his head: "You charge it, my phone still has power."

He doesn't play games or chat, just watch the time with his mobile phone, and contact his classmates when necessary.

Li Zhou was delighted: "It's great, then I'll play games while charging."

Li Zhou was immersed in the game, unable to extricate himself, without raising his head, Jing Ji opened the cabinet and became familiar with the original body.

At eleven o'clock, the dormitory lights are turned off uniformly.

Jing Ji was lying on the bed, staring at the box-spring bed above, before closing his eyes for a while.

Tomorrow is a new day and a new life.

Jing Ji had already formed a biological clock, and he opened his eyes the next day without waiting for the wake-up music to be played. I took out my phone and checked the time, it was less than six o'clock.

He got up lightly, pushed open the door and went out to wash.

After returning, Li Zhou sat up in a daze. Seeing Jing Ji's neat appearance, he was horrified: "Damn, have you cleaned up? Are you really planning to be a good student?"

He originally wanted to crumple the quilt and throw it at the head of the bed, but inadvertently glanced at Jing Ji's quilt that looked like tofu, and suddenly felt ashamed and started to fold the quilt clumsily.

"You can go first when you're ready, you don't have to wait for me." He yawned and rubbed his eyes: "Go to the cafeteria early so you don't have to wait in line."

Jing Ji responded and asked Li Zhou, "Can I bring you breakfast?"

Li Zhou and Jing Ci have been classmates for more than a year, and he has never enjoyed this kind of treatment. He suddenly feels that the change in Jing Ci is not bad.

He handed the meal card to Jing Ji: "Okay, bring me two potato cakes, a tea egg, and a cup of soy milk."

"Okay."

After leaving the dormitory, Jing Ji hesitated, but went to 303 and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.

Jing Ji guessed that Ying Jiao hadn't woken up yet. After struggling for a while, he raised his hand and knocked again.

A minute later, Ying Jiao, wearing baggy pajamas, opened the door with a low pressure.

"You..." Seeing him like this, Jing Ci snickered, "I haven't woken up yet, so I'll go first?"

"Who let you go?" Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and dragged him into the dormitory, pressing on the bed: "Sit honestly and wait for me."

He carried the basin and swayed to the water room like a zombie.

When it was time to get up, the water room was full of people and it was noisy. As soon as Yingjiao entered the door, the water room became quiet in an instant, and a boy next to him immediately took the basin and left, giving him his place.

Yingjiao walked over and put his basin in the sink.

The people around him who were chatting and playing around also became honest, shrank his shoulders, and didn't even dare to make a loud mouthwash.

After washing up, Yingjiao woke up quite a bit, cleaned up briefly, and greeted Jing Ji: "Let's go."

Jing Ji looked at his messy bed with a bit of confusion, and he endured and endured, and finally suppressed the urge to rush over to tidy up.

Ying Jiao had a panoramic view of his face, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"Let's go to a cafeteria to eat, okay?" Ying Jiao locked the door and turned to ask Jing Ji.

Jing Ji nodded: "Okay."

He looked at the black T-shirt on Yingjiao's body: "You don't wear a school uniform?"

The provincial experiment stipulates that school uniforms must be worn during school.

Yingjiao glanced down and raised his eyebrows: "Why don't I wear a school uniform, don't you know? Who stained my clothes yesterday?"

Jing Ji was not fooled by him: "There are two sets of school uniforms."

"The other set is at home." Ying Jiao explained, holding Jing Ji's shoulders and bringing him forward: "Let's go, it's alright."

He had already reminded him that if he didn't listen, he wouldn't be punished by that time.

Jing Ji didn't say any more, broke away from Yingjiao's hand, and went out of the dormitory with him.

There are two canteens in the provincial experiment. One canteen is owned by the school. The food tastes good and the price is very cheap. As for the second cafeteria that was outsourced, not only are they expensive, but dark dishes like fried pork with oranges often appear. Therefore, most of the students in the provincial experiment will choose a cafeteria when they eat.

The breakfast in the cafeteria is very rich, fried rice, cakes, pasta, everything.

When Jing Ji and the others came here, there were not many people in the cafeteria, and there were only three or two kittens lining up in front of the window.

"I eat fried rice," Jing Ji looked up at Yingjiao: "How about you?"

Yingjiao hasn't woken up so early for a long time. He doesn't have much appetite at the moment. He frowned and glanced in front of the window, and said with no interest: "Face."

"Well, then we'll buy them separately."

Jing Ji packed Li Zhou's meal first, and then went to buy his own meal.

He ordered a fried rice, plus two pieces of fermented bean curd. After thinking about it, I queued up again to buy a cup of hot soy milk.

When he turned around to look for a seat, he saw Yingjiao at a glance.

He was leaning on a pillar and playing with his mobile phone. Even if he looked like a dick, he was very handsome and dazzling. He was very conspicuous in the crowd, and the girls who passed by him were secretly peeking at him.

Jing Ji noticed that someone even deliberately walked in front of him twice.

"Eat so little?" Noticing Jing Ji's arrival, Yingjiao put the phone in his pocket and glanced at his plate: "Can you eat enough?"

Jing Ji only played one or two fried rice, which is really not much for a boy with a long body.

"I don't like to eat very much in the morning." Jing Ji sat down and explained, and pushed the cup of hot soy milk in front of Yingjiao: "For you."

Yingjiao looked at him in surprise.

Jing Ji didn't like to owe others favors, so he explained to him in a straight-forward manner: "You invited me to drink milk tea last night, I know that soy milk is cheaper, I..."

"It's so sweet," Ying Jiao looked at him with a smile, inserted a straw and took a sip, "How do you know I want some soup?"

He bought two lotus root starch and pushed one of them to Jing Ji: "Eat it with soup."

Jing Ji quickly declined: "No, I can't finish it."

"I didn't let you finish it," Yingjiao put a spoon into the bowl for him: "Drink some soup, if you can't eat the powder, you don't need to eat it."

The kindness was difficult, but Jing Ji couldn't push it away, so he had to thank him and shoved it down with difficulty.

He grew up in an orphanage, and there was never enough food or leftovers. Over time, I developed the habit of eating cleanly.

Yingjiao saw the pain he was eating, and reached out to pull his bowl over: "Don't eat if you can't finish it."

"It can't be wasted." Jing Ji blocked his hand, and put a chopstick of lotus root starch in his mouth.

Yingjiao couldn't do anything about him. Seeing that he was eating seriously, he unknowingly ate up half of the noodles he wanted to throw away.

After breakfast, the two went straight to the teaching building.

Jing Ji was thinking about whether to continue summarizing the outline for the early self-study, or to brush the questions, and a loud shout came from behind: "You! Yes! It's you! Stop for me! Which class?! Why don't you wear school uniforms?!"

Holding a loudspeaker, the dean ran towards them at a rapid pace, stood in front of Ying Jiao, and asked sharply.

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and said lazily, "Second and seventh class, the school uniform is dirty."

"How about one set dirty with the other?" The Dean of Education did not believe.

"It's at home." Ying Jiao glanced aside, and when Jing Ji was about to sneak away, he quickly dragged him back: "This classmate can help me testify."

Jing Ji was stared at by Ying Jiao and the dean, and it was difficult to ride a tiger. In addition, Yingjiao's school uniform was indeed stained with blood, so he couldn't wear it, so he nodded and said, "Well, that's it."

The dean of teaching sneered and said to Yingjiao, "I can't tell, your popularity is pretty good. At this time, there are still fools who testify against you."

He turned to Jing Ji, raised his loudspeaker high, and roared: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?!"

"Okay, since you are so loyal, stand here with him, and see how I will clean up you when I fill up the space later!"

Fool Jingci: "..."

The author has something to say: #What kind of experience is being pitted by a boyfriend#

Jing Ji: Laxative, I want to change it.