Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The magical singing continued to circulate on the third floor, in a solidified atmosphere, the next door was silent for a full minute, and then there was a banging sound of a chair falling.

It seems that he is expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.

"Oh no," Ying Jiao smiled while holding up his phone, "Is this thrown for me?"

He turned to Jing Ji: "borrow your mobile phone for me to use, and I'll be with him today. Believe it or not, I'm holding two mobile phones at his door?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji really believed that this kind of thing could definitely be done by Yingjiao.

"Don't go," Jing Ji was afraid that he would go out and cause trouble, so he stepped to the door a few steps and blocked it: "Go to sleep, it's silent now."

Seeing Yingjiao reaching out, as if to hold the doorknob, he felt anxious, grabbed Yingjiao's phone, and pressed the pause button: "Listen, it's really silent."

Ying Jiao looked down at him, Jing Ji was not too embarrassed to take off his clothes, he was still wearing school uniform pants on his legs, only the upper body was covered with a thin white sweater, revealing a beautifully shaped collarbone.

The beautiful collarbone socket just flashed in front of his eyes, as if he was deliberately inviting him to taste it.

Ying Jiao's eyes darkened, he clenched his fists tightly and turned his head restrainedly.

He felt that after tonight, he could play Liu Xiahui completely.

Seeing that Yingjiao didn't speak, Jing Ji thought that he had not given up the idea of ​​continuing to provoke the next door. After thinking about it, he turned around and hung the chain lock on the top of the door.

"Sleep."

"Okay," Ying Jiao's throat tightened, he coughed, turned around, turned his back to Jing Ji, and said, "Go to sleep first, and I'll listen to them before they make a sound."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji couldn't understand where his persistence came from, but he was not a talkative person. After confirming that Ying Jiao was really not going out, he nodded and went back to bed.

The inn is tiled and not carpeted. Ying Jiao stood at the door wearing thin disposable slippers, and the cold air quickly spread from the soles of his feet throughout his body.

The coldness suppressed the fiery heat of his body just right, until his reaction just now disappeared completely, Ying Jiao just looked down and let out a sigh of relief.

The next door seems to be afraid of this series of parents, mothers, grandparents, and even if the music stops, it is still as quiet as a chicken, and there is no more toss.

Yingjiao put away his phone and walked to the bed.

Jing Ji was lying flat with his eyes closed, as if he was really going to sleep.

Yingjiao endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back and walked to his bedside.

Jing Ji opened his eyes with emotion, tilted his head slightly, and met Ying Jiao's smiling eyes. He bent his elbows to support his upper body and looked at Yingjiao: "Are you... something?"

"It's okay." Ying Jiao looked at him intently, and gently pressed down Jing Ji, who wanted to sit up.

In such a quiet night with only the two of them, Yingjiao could hardly contain the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He moved his fingers and said softly, "I just wanted to say good night to you."

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and he calmly said, "Good night."

"Go to sleep." Taking advantage of his defense, Ying Jiao gently rubbed his head, smiled, turned to bed, and turned off the bedside lamp.

The whole room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and Jing Ji remained motionless in a lying position. After a long time, he raised his hand slightly and touched the place that Yingjiao had just touched.

At six o'clock the next morning, Jing Ji woke up on time.

Ying Jiao was still sleeping, and the quilt was crumpled up on his waist, revealing two long, slender, straight legs. His facial features are three-dimensional, even if he is lying flat, his outline is still deep, and his expressionless face looks a bit cold.

Jing Ji went to the ground lightly, went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet for a small flow, made do with a wash, cleaned up and walked out.

Yingjiao had an excellent sleep quality, but he still didn't wake up.

Jing Ji glanced at him, put on his shoes and went out with his wallet.

Because it is a school area, there are many snacks on this street.

The breakfast stalls were next to each other, Jing Ji walked a few stalls, and finally bought two pork rice rolls and two barbecued pork buns. After thinking about Yingjiao's appetite, he added another serving of siumai, and then he returned to the hotel. .

Ying Jiao still didn't wake up, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was disturbed by the sound of the whistle outside.

Jing Ji hesitated for a while and didn't call him.

He folded the quilt neatly, and packed all his belongings into his schoolbag so as not to fall when he left. Then he picked up a piece of rice rolls and planned to eat at the small bar at the front desk.

Just when he got up, Yingjiao sounded in his ear with a hoarse voice: "How about getting up so early?"

He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, still unable to open his eyes, and asked Jing Ji, "What time is it now?"

Jing Ji glanced at the phone: "Six forty-one."

Ying Jiao rubbed his eyes, sat on the bed for a few minutes, and got out of bed when his head slowly woke up.

He walked over to the bed and opened the curtains, and saw the breakfast on the table at a glance, surprised: "You bought it?"

Jing Ji nodded: "Go wash."

Yingjiao pushed open the door of the bathroom, turned back and smiled at Jingci: "So considerate."

Jing Ji ignored his jokes, glanced at his messy quilt and the pillow that was about to fall under the bed, moved his fingers, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally walked over to tidy up the bed.

After washing up, Ying Jiao was completely awake. He sat next to Jing Ji, broke apart the disposable chopsticks, and handed it to him: "Eat it, it will be cold later."

Jing Ji only took a box of rice rolls: "The rest is for you."

Yingjiao remembered his habit of not eating too much that morning, and did not refuse: "Okay."

After breakfast, Ying Jiao was about to ask Jing Ji where he was going next, when he inadvertently glanced at the surface of his bed and was stunned.

He remembered the first time he brought Jing Ci back to the dormitory. At that time, although Jing Ci felt very uncomfortable, he never mentioned the mess on his bed.

And now...

Yingjiao's eyes swept across the square quilt where the bed was folded, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

The environment of this small hotel is really not very good. After eating, the two of them didn't stay in the room much, they simply cleaned up and then checked out and left.

Yingjiao was very familiar with this area, and took Jing Jing to a cafe with a better environment.

"Write here?"

"Okay." Jing Ji nodded, looked at the menu on his head, picked the cheapest red bean milk tea, turned his head and asked Ying Jiao, "What do you want?"

Yingjiao didn't answer and asked: "What about you?" After a pause, he added: "There are too many types, it's confusing."

Jing Ji didn't think so much, and said the truth: "Red bean milk tea."

"Okay." Yingjiao nodded and turned to the clerk: "I want two cups of red bean milk tea, hot, less sugar."

After he finished speaking, he stepped in front of Jing Ji, put Jing Ji behind him, and took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay. A series of actions were performed smoothly without any pause.

"You..." Jing Ji was about to take out his mobile phone to transfer money to him, but Ying Jiao reluctantly held his hand: "Okay, have I given you money for breakfast?"

He looked down at the unpaid red envelope on his WeChat, which was the accommodation fee sent to him by Jing Ji, and put away his mobile phone: "So polite, do you hate me?"

Jing Ji blurted out: "No."

"That's it." Yingjiao walked to the other side of the bar, took two cups of milk tea in his hand, raised his chin and pointed to the innermost table: "Let's go there."

Unlike other places around the school, it will be deserted on weekends. At this moment, there are not many people in the cafe, except for the light music played in the store, there is no other noise.

The two of them sat face to face, with a paper spread out in front of one of them, and began to lower their heads to answer the questions.

Jing Ci brushed the papers very fast, and before Ying Jiao finished writing one, he started to make the second one.

Even if he knew Jing Ji's level, Ying Jiao was still shocked by him.

He sighed in his heart, discarded the distracting thoughts in his mind, and tried to focus his mind on the paper.

After studying hard for more than a month, Yingjiao has made amazing progress, and I can basically solve some simple problems. Of course, it's still not complicated, he has fallen too far before.

After writing a paper, he took Jing Ji's paper and checked it, circled all the inconsistencies, and kept it for research when he was finished, and then continued to work on the next one.

The two of them wrote like this all morning, with Jing Ji present, Ying Jiao was also driven into a state unknowingly, and only went to eat when it was almost one o'clock.

After the meal, the two found a small shop nearby and sat for a while. After the school opened at 2:30, they returned to the dormitory.

Although only the third year of high school will go to school tomorrow, many students of the second year of high school also came back ahead of schedule.

When Jing Ji and Ying Jiao went to the classroom for self-study, they met a lot of people.

"Are these people crazy?" Yingjiao Nahan: "Is there any time off to come to school to study?"

Jing Ji tilted his head and glanced at him.

Ying Jiaoxin said that he was different from those nerds.

Others study just to study, and he...

Yingjiao looked at Jingci, he was for a lifelong event.

The third day after the month-end vacation is the monthly exam.

The same as the previous rules, it is still the first year of high school to the second year of high school, and the second year of high school to the first year of high school. The only difference is that Jing Ji jumped from the last exam room to the first exam room.

After the last Olympiad test, no one doubted the authenticity of his number one.

Now, there are no more posts on the forum discussing whether he can take the first place in the test, but directly discussing how many points he can throw off the second place this time.

[First floor: I saw Jing Ji in the corridor. His calm attitude and peaceful face made me and other scumbags amazed. Attached is a candid photo [picture]]

[The third floor: ah ah ah ah my male **** is so handsome! 】

[Fourth Floor: Ah, ah, take a sip of the photo of the boss, bless me with a high score this time! 】

[Tenth Floor: Can you guess whether the scene speech can be the first? 】

[Eleventh Floor: Do you need to ask? I guess this time Jing Ji can beat the second place by 15 points! 】

[Thirteenth floor: 15 points is unlikely. Our school has always been the most difficult midterm. I feel that once the question is simple, it will be a bit difficult for the big guy to score points. 】

[Twenty Floor: It's about 10 minutes, I think, from the last time. 】

[Thirty-third floor: Don't pretend, Jiang Chong also got a high score of 735 in the exam, okay, at most 7 or 8 points, no more. 】

[Forty Floor: It's not necessarily who is pretending to be forceful, the thirty-third floor is a class at first glance, pfft. Zhou Chao's grades are also good, but he has never been as high-profile as you. 】

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In the classroom of Class 7, Yingjiao packed up the stationery for the exam later, and turned to Jing Ji: "Little classmate, how do you think I will do in the exam this time?"

Jing Ji thought he was nervous, so he didn't comfort him very much, so he thought about it and said, "You have been studying very seriously recently, and you will definitely improve."

Yingjiao helped him pull up the pencil case: "Trust me so much?" He smiled: "If you do well in the exam, will you be rewarded?"

Jing Ji was startled: "What do you want?" He frowned and thought: "The math workbook I picked for you is almost finished, otherwise I..."

Win arrogant: "..."

Yingjiao took a deep breath and interrupted him: "You accompany me to the movies."

Afraid of Jingci's rejection, he added another sentence: "You can learn better by combining work and rest, otherwise..."

Jing Ji made a promise in front of Teacher Liu. He was afraid of winning arrogance and returning to his old ways, so he quickly said: "Okay, I'll go."

Yingjiao pulled out the corner of his lips and opened an app with a successful smile on his face: "Let me see what movies are available this week..."

The smile on Yingjiao's mouth gradually disappeared.

The top movies, from top to bottom, are: two shootout movies, three fighting movies, one ghost movie, and one teen romance.

The corner of Yingjiao's mouth twitched indistinctly. Other men may like this kind of big ghost movie, but... even if he likes it, he can't watch it, he faints...

What kind of luck is this.

Such a movie configuration has been rare for several years, and he just caught up with him.

But if I tell Jing Ji directly that I want to take him to see that youth love movie, will Jing Ji feel a little strange?

Yingjiao decided to fight.

He handed the phone to Jing Ji, and said casually: "You choose, we will see which one you want to see."

Jing Ji took the phone and browsed carefully one by one. Every time his fingers stayed on a movie, Yingjiao's heart became a little more nervous.

The idol of the school bully classmate has a ton of burden and refuses to take the initiative to remind Jing Ji of his weakness. He was also afraid that he would be dizzy and ugly in the middle of choosing the wrong movie, which would affect his image in Jing Ci's heart.

"Have you made your choice yet?" Ying Jiao coughed and asked Jing Ci.

Jing Ji looked up at him.

"Which one do you want to watch?" Ying Jiao asked again.

There is no more than two seconds between the two sentences before and after.

The corners of Jing Ji's lips were slightly raised, he lowered his eyes and hummed, and said lightly: "Look at this."

Ying Jiao slowly exhaled, looked up and was stunned.

Jing Ci chose the youth love movie.