Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji was one step behind and followed Yingjiao, silently remembering the way in his heart as he walked.

When the provincial experiment renovated the teaching building, the playground was enlarged by the way. The two of them walked for a long time, and they could still feel the slightly soft plastic track under their feet.

It was not too late for self-study and get out of class, and there were not many people in the playground. It was quiet, and you could even hear the buzzing sound of the washing machine in the laundry room.

Ying Jiao looked sideways at Jing Ji and sneered: "What are you doing so far away?" Not allowing Jing Ji to refuse, he grabbed his wrist and dragged him to his side.

He measured Jing Ji's wrist with his fingers and raised his eyebrows: "So thin?"

Jing Ji shook off his hand, and Qing Jun's face looked particularly cold under the street lamp: "Can you stop moving?"

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. Although the original book was written from the perspective of the protagonist, Ying Jiao didn't make many appearances, but Jing Ji didn't forget it. He hated the original body very much.

And now, he actually asked himself to go back to the dormitory together. Isn't this what good friends do?

"Do your hands and feet?" Ying Jiao lazily tugged at the hair on his forehead: "This is called hands and feet?" He hooked his lips, suddenly reached out and rubbed Jing Ji's earlobe, sneering: "That's called What? Rounding up we're sleeping?"

Jing Ji's ears were very sensitive, and when he pinched it like this, it was numb and crisp, as if an electric current had passed through it.

His cheeks were flushed, not only angry but also ashamed, he knocked Yingjiao's hand off with a snap, raised his arm and rubbed his ear hard, and said angrily, "You're crazy!"

Move your feet away from him.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Ying Jiao grabbed his back collar, pulled him back to his side, looked at Jing Ci's angrily appearance, and said dumbly, "Don't be angry, or brother will let you touch it back?"

He leaned over and put his face in front of Jing Ji, "I know you have coveted me for a long time, and tonight I will let you get what you want."

Yingjiao chuckled lightly: "How is it, how is your brother treating you?"

"Who wants to touch you!" Jing Ji pushed his face away with force, "Are you still going?"

"Let's go." Ying Jiao chuckled lightly and stepped forward unhurriedly, just at the same level as Jing Ji, neither forward nor backward.

Yu Guangli, Jing Ji had already adjusted his expression. He pursed his lips slightly, his profile was handsome, the bridge of his nose was high and the curvature was very beautiful.

Ying Jiao unconsciously twisted his thumb and index finger, the little pervert's earlobes were quite soft.

The two walked past the playground and went straight to the grove. Jing Ji frowned, feeling that the road was not right. Xiao Linshu was right next to the school doctor's office. He walked by during the day and did not see the dormitory building.

He couldn't help but look up and ask Yingjiao, "Are we going back to the dormitory?"

"Go buy something first." Yingjiao took out his mobile phone, pressed it twice, brought up the payment page, and smiled at the lady at the milk tea shop: "Two cups of milk tea, one cup of oatmeal, one cup..."

He turned to look at Jing Ji: "What flavor do you want?"

The young lady of the milk tea shop was young, and her face turned red when Yingjiao smiled like this: "Okay, okay, should it be hot or cold, is the sweetness normal?"

A message came from the phone, Yingjiao clicked it, and didn't lift his head: "The oats should be cold, less sugar, the rest..." He pointed to Jing Ji: "You ask him."

"I don't want it." Before the young lady asked, Jing Ji refused.

Yingjiao tutted, "I'm still angry, didn't my brother apologize to you?" He put down his phone and looked at Jingji: "Hey, this little classmate, I noticed that you've become quite aggressive recently."

Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled, and he explained stubbornly: "I'm not angry, and my temper has not changed..."

"The other cup will be the same," Yingjiao turned around and said to the young lady, aware of his efforts to cover up, and he understood: "Okay, let's take the heat, break a few dormitories without air conditioning, it's going to be hot to death. ."

Soon, a cup of cold milk tea was stuffed into Jing Ji's hand.

"thanks."

The moist cup was pressed against his palm, instantly dispelling the heat in his palm, Jing Ji slightly clenched his hand, and after a while, he peeled off the straw and inserted it.

At this moment, a person who ran by accidentally touched him, Jing Ji's hand crooked, leaving only a small hole on the top of the milk tea cover.

The light brown milk tea overflowed from the small hole and quickly covered the milk tea cover.

Jing Ji poked down with a straw, and more milk tea came up immediately.

Holding the straw in one hand and the milk tea in the other, he frowned slightly.

Yingjiao grabbed the milk tea in his hand, and regardless of the liquid that flowed down, he held the straw and inserted it forcefully: "Drink it."

"Thank you." Jing Ji thanked him again, lowered his head and took a sip from the straw.

The sweet, oat-flavored milk tea slipped into the mouth, Jing Ji's eyes lit up and it was delicious.

"Isn't it not too sweet?" Ying Jiao looked at his expression carefully, "I'll give you a glass of normal sweetness?"

"No." Jing Ji quickly shook his head.

He raised his eyes and smiled at Yingjiao, licking his lips that smelled of milk tea: "It's delicious."

Jing Ji rarely showed such a happy expression. On this day, Ying Jiao saw his cold face, his pretended calm, and even the panic under his calm surface, but it was the first time he saw him. laugh.

He was stunned for a moment, a little absent-mindedly watching the small tip of the tongue turn around on the rosy lips, and his heart suddenly tickled.

Fuck it.

Ying Jiao rubbed his face and threw the mess out of his mind: "That's good."

The milk tea shop is not far from the dormitory. When the two of them arrived at the boys' dormitory, the dormitory teacher had just opened the door. Seeing that someone had come back early, he deliberately looked down at his watch.

Ying Jiao didn't care, and walked in with Jing Ji swaggeringly, all the way up to the third floor.

Along the way, Jing Ji kept mulling over the words in his heart, trying to get his dormitory number out of Ying Jiao's mouth. However, before he could speak, he was taken to the door of 301.

"Your dormitory." Yingjiao raised his chin, "Open the door."

What he said was too happy, Jing Ji was stunned for a while, and then he reacted, and quickly reached out and touched his pocket.

However, after he turned through his clothes pockets and his trousers pockets, he couldn't find the door key.

"Wow, little classmate," Ying Jiao had a panoramic view of his actions, raised his eyebrows and blew a rogue whistle: "It's very scheming, first, don't bring the key, will you be going to my dormitory next?"

Jing Ji glanced at him, took two steps back to show his innocence, and said lightly, "I'm here waiting for Li Zhou to come back."

"Don't." Ying Jiao smiled and dragged him forward, "Everyone else went back to the dormitory, you just put me at the door to guard, I know that you didn't bring the key, I don't know, I thought you were deliberately plotting territory."

He took out the key, stopped at the door of 303, opened the door three or two times, "Come in."

Just after drinking Yingjiao's milk tea, Jing Ji was embarrassed to refute him again, so he had to walk in the door.

Yingjiao's dormitory is very spacious, a typical quadruple room, but three of the beds are empty, and only one has a quilt on it, which is obviously Yingjiao's bed.

Jing Ji just glanced at it and quickly looked away, not ashamed, but because Yingjiao's bed was too messy. The quilt was piled up in a mess, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He remembered that it was said in the original book that the internal inspection of the provincial experiment was very strict. Even if a piece of paper was dropped on the floor of the dormitory, the dormitory teacher would deduct points. How did it come to Yingjiao?

"Sit." Ying Jiao pointed to his bed and took out a bottle of water from the box next to him, "Do you want to drink?"

"No need." Jing Ji swallowed the milk tea in his mouth and raised the milk tea cup to Ying Jiao, "I drink milk tea."

Ying Jiao nodded, but did not force him, unscrewed the water bottle and took a few sips of water, and sat next to Jing Ji.

The bed in the provincial experiment was not a wooden one, but a spring bed. As soon as Ying Jiao sat down, Jing Ji felt that the bed underneath was trembling, and he couldn't help but give way to the side.

Ying Jiao squinted his eyes, took a Rubik's cube from the bed to play with, and asked inadvertently, "I heard that you are empathetic and don't fall in love?"

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, so many things happened this day, he almost forgot the name he said casually, thought for a moment, and blocked his mouth with Ying Jiao's words during the day: "It's you who told me to stay away from you. of."

Yingjiao gritted his teeth lightly, and this man responded quite quickly.

"How can I listen to you, I'm quite reluctant," he said with a smile on his lips: "If I don't say it..."

"No." Jing Ji was afraid that he would say something messy again, so he interrupted him quickly: "I just want to study hard."

Ying Jiao snorted: "Study hard? Then Xue Jinxing..."

Before he could finish speaking, a wolf howl suddenly came from the corridor. I don't know which class of students were frantically complaining about their head teacher.

The provincial experimental dormitory is equipped with wooden doors, and there are gaps on the sides, which are not soundproof. Ying Jiao sat in the dormitory and listened to their conversations clearly.

"Damn it, our head teacher is just a jerk, and he asked us to buy counseling books and a few! It's better for a rich man to go out and find more girls."

Another smacked his tongue: "Didn't you buy it a few days ago in your class, and are you going to buy it again this time?"

The voice said at the beginning: "Yeah, are you saying evil or disgusting? It seems to be Xue Jinxing's "Complete Interpretation". It was voluntary at first, but now it is compulsory."

"Xue Jinxing's set of books is normal. Several teachers in our class have recommended them."

Win arrogant: "..."

Jing Ji didn't expect that there would be high school students who didn't even know Xue Jinxing, the corners of his lips were raised high, and he turned his face to snicker.

Yingjiao gritted his teeth, turned his face over, and said viciously, "It's funny, isn't it? Huh?"

Jing Ji pursed his lips and did not speak, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of smiles.

Yingjiao stretched out his hand and squeezed his face, "Laugh again, let me see if you smile again?!"

Jing Ji pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress the smile on his lips. Looking at Ying Jiao inadvertently, he finally didn't hold back, he burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, hahaha..." He shook his head to hide Yingjiao's hand and pushed him.

Jing Ji usually has no expression, and is even a little cold. With such a smile, he suddenly looks a lot softer.

The embarrassment in Yingjiao's heart dissipated in an instant, and his heart felt itchy as if he had been overwhelmed by a feather.

He let go of his hand, and with a force, directly pressed Jing Ji under him, and looked at him condescendingly: "It's funny?"

"No, no," this time, the embarrassed person was replaced by Jing Ji, and he stretched out his hand to push Yingjiao: "You get up..."

Ying Jiao didn't see Jing Ji's strength in his eyes, he grabbed Jing Ji's wrist, pressed it on top of his head, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and his handsome face instantly took on a bit of evil: "Get up? Where did you get up?"

Needless to say? Jing Ji opened his mouth, but when the words came to his mouth, he vaguely felt that something was not right.

He frowned and emphasized again: "You get up."

Yingjiao's hooligan came up with energy, and he had to make an inch. Hearing that, not only did he not get up, but he pressed Jing Ji even tighter: "Tell me, where do you get up?"

Jing Ji has never been in such close contact with others, and his face is slightly unnatural: "Don't make trouble."

"Who made trouble with you?" Yingjiao raised his lips viciously: "Be reasonable, little classmate, you didn't make it clear yourself, how would I know if you didn't tell me?"

He lowered his body slightly and said softly, "Tell me, where do you get me from?"