Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The two of them pinched the time very accurately. When they returned to the classroom, there were ten minutes left for self-study in the evening.

As soon as Jing Ji entered the door, he was warmly welcomed, some of whom had a good relationship with him, and even took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of him.

It's not that people are crazy, it's mainly that after Jing Ji entered the national team, he can almost be regarded as a legend in the student circle of Donghai Province. Since the announcement of the list at noon yesterday, the news about him on the Internet has not stopped.

The students in Class 7 all have a sense of pride - this person who has been published in the newspaper and posted on the Internet is my classmate/friend/front desk/back desk.

It's like meeting a star, of course, you need to keep a few more photos, so that you can talk about it with others in the future. Otherwise, after high school graduation, everyone will be separated from each other, and it will be a problem whether they can meet again.

Although Ying Jiao didn't feel good about Jing Ji being surrounded by a bunch of people and staring at him with burning eyes, but he wanted Jing Ji to enjoy this feeling of being admired more, so he held back abruptly.

It wasn't until Wu Weicheng who winked pulled a few people and had to lift Jing Ji up, Ying Jiao pushed him aside with a cold face: "What are you talking about, Lao Liu is here."

Wu Weicheng is a real straight man of steel. Hearing this, he said with a firm face: "It's okay, brother arrogant, I'm not afraid!"

Yingjiao smiled and looked at him: "Oh, are you afraid of being beaten by me?"

Wu Weicheng was startled, he didn't understand where he had provoked the school bully again, he shrank his shoulders and slipped away, and Jing Ji was able to return to his seat.

Ying Jiao threw the remaining box of mango pancakes to He Congee behind him, sat in Li Zhou's seat, and said with a smile, "Give them face."

He Porridge is not particular about being a thief, and he doesn't understand the truth of eating people's mouths. "

Ying Jiao glanced at him and said lightly: "For the sake of your mother's solo, you are right."

He Congee: "..."

He Porridge shoved the whole mango pancake into his mouth, chewed it and sneered: "I just love being single, what's the matter."

"It's nothing." Ying Jiao supported his chin lazily and hooked his lips: "Come on, you must stick to your hobbies for the next ten or twenty years. It doesn't matter if you fall in love or not, it doesn't matter if you get married or not, the most important thing is Keep it individual."

He Congee: "..."

How old was he at that time, was this cursing him for the rest of his life? !

He Porridge was so angry that he took out the remaining Pan Ji and threw a box at him: "Shut up for me!"

Yingjiao caught it easily, stuffed it into the garbage bag, and didn't make any jokes with him. Instead, he turned to Jing Ji and said softly, "Don't come to school these two days. You've been tired for so long. Please take a break?"

During the first round of selection, Jing Ci lost a lot of weight and never grew back. This time even more, the chin is pointed. The international competition is in July, and Yingjiao knows that he has a short time and a heavy task, but he still can't help but feel sorry for him.

Jing Ji hesitated for a moment, but did not speak.

"Don't ask too much, just a few days." Ying Jiao saw this and persuaded: "Sleep well and make up for what was missing before, otherwise your body won't be able to take it."

Jing Ji's current state is indeed not very good, from physical to mental exhaustion. He thought about it for a while, then gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Then take two days."

Yingjiao was stunned and laughed: "Okay."

Looking at Jing Ji's posture, those who didn't know thought he would be invited for 20 days.

Before the bell rang, the students in Class 7 were chatting and looking at their mobile phones. Yingjiao looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he whispered, "Come home with me tonight?"

Jing Ji didn't immediately agree, he struggled for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll stay in the dormitory."

Although Yingjiao touched him now, he only felt a little pain. But when Yingjiao got along with him, he was still very careful. Except for the kiss on the flowerbed just now, the two had no other contact.

There is only one bed at home, he went, where does Yingjiao sleep?

Seeing what he was thinking, Ying Jiao tapped his forehead lightly with a pen: "The sofa is so wide that it can't sleep me?" Afraid that Jing Ji would not agree, he raised his eyebrows and said with a faint smile: "What's the matter? Jingshen, do you despise your ex-boyfriend?"

Jing Ji, who has always been obedient to Ying arrogance and can endure even his dirty words, frowned for the first time in the world: "Brother, don't talk nonsense."

Yingjiao's heart softened and he apologized to him: "It was my fault, my brain was screwed."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes: "It's okay."

What Yingjiao said was right, but he just didn't like to hear it.

"Will you go?" Yingjiao leaned closer and said softly, "Actually, there are a lot of houses, there are several rooms, but I just want to stay with you."

Jing Ji couldn't stand Ying Jiao talking to him in such a low voice. Before his mind could react, he automatically agreed: "Okay."

Ying Jiao smiled, and without saying more, got up and gave up the position to Li Zhou.

The two negotiated well, but the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

During the evening self-study, Teacher Liu came over and told Jing Ji that he would need to take some photos with the school leaders tomorrow, and then he had to accept a few brief interviews to prepare him mentally.

It is now the end of March, and the middle school entrance examination is in June. The enrollment promotion should almost be ready. In previous years, the provincial experiments used data from the college entrance examination. The teachers of the admissions office were tired of doing it, and so were the parents.

But this year is different. Jing Ci is a living sign, not a waste of resources.

Teacher Liu said so, but Jing Ji didn't say it if he wanted to ask for leave. The school treated him well and helped him a lot in every way. Therefore, he is willing to cooperate with the arrangement of the school to the best of his ability.

However, after Ying Jiao found out, he almost didn't rush out to find Teacher Liu, but was stopped by Jing Ji.

So, after the training was over, Jing Ji fell into a new round of busyness.

Not to mention taking photos with various people every day, different forms of interviews follow one after another. In Zheng Que's words: "My brother Ci is now in our province and is no different from a celebrity."

And just when Jing Ji achieved great results and attracted the attention of thousands of people, Qiao Anyan once again embarked on the old path of his previous life.

When he first came into contact with online gambling, he always reminded himself that it is not easy to do it all over again, and he must not repeat the same mistakes in his life.

Just after winning a few times, Qiao Anyan gradually lost his vigilance. Anyway, the money in hand is all in vain. If you win, you will earn it. If you lose, you will not feel distressed.

But how could he be so rational? In the end, not only did he lose the money he won at the beginning, but he also borrowed online loans in order to raise money for gambling.

People with a little brain will not touch such things as online loans. But Qiao Anyan is already red-eyed, and he can't care about so much, so that the more and more money he owes...

Although he has lived two lifetimes, his sense of responsibility has not been trained much. Looking at the arrears on the screen of the mobile phone, and listening to the threats of debt collection, he left everything and ran away.

So, after Jing Ci entered the national team, Qiao Anyan created another big news for the provincial experiment.

"Fuck! He really went to gamble!" Zheng Que turned to Peng Chengcheng in disbelief: "Old Peng, you are the best!"

Peng Chengcheng lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "everyone can guess."

Zheng Que, who is not human: "..."

Zheng Que doesn't have the heart to fight with him now, and his whole body is burning with the fire of gossip: "I'm a little confused. He won so many at that time, why didn't he know how to stop?"

Ying Jiao next to him sneered, how could someone like Qiao Anyan who can't help temptation know how to stop.

In fact, he really didn't do anything, he just found someone to tell him how much he won a few times in front of him. Who knew that such a straight hook could catch big fish.

"Isn't the bet in a hurry?" He Congee said while eating spicy strips: "The chairman of the domestic mobile phone, didn't he just lose 10 billion in Macau?"

"It's amazing." Zheng Que grabbed a spicy stick from him and sighed, "I don't quite understand the thinking of their gamblers."

After Qiao Anyan's matter was hotly discussed in the school for two days, there was no movement.

The end of the month holiday is coming soon, and this time I also met the Qingming Festival, which lasted for three days. Everyone was thinking about going home, and they were not related to him. At most, they sighed a few words and put the matter behind them.

In the evening, Ying Jiao finally brought Jing Ji home.

"Just go to sleep after taking a shower, don't read." Ying Jiao sat on the sofa, looked at his thin face, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are the teachers in our school pushing so much, and I'm exhausted without seeing you? What's up?"

"It's okay." Jing Ci put the schoolbag aside properly, comforting Yingjiao: "Just take a few photos and pose, brother, don't worry."

Photo? Yingjiao suddenly moved in his heart. Speaking of which, he still owes Jingci something.

"Baby," Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes and moved to Jing Ji's side: "Don't you want my **** photos? I'll get them for you?"

It was obviously a photo from when he was a child, but he wanted to say it so ambiguous.

Jing Ji's face was a little hot, he lowered his head to hide it, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Little win arrogance.

May be a little fatter than now, maybe still round. But his facial features are so good-looking, even so, he must be the best-looking little boy.

Thinking of this, Jing Ji's heart immediately softened like cotton. He nodded and urged in a low voice, "Then, hurry up."

Yingjiao didn't want to bully him at first, but it was obvious that he was itchy. He licked his lower lip and lowered his voice: "If you come, you have to go there. After you see mine, do you have to let me see you too?"

Jing Ji was a simple child, and when he heard the words, he said honestly, "I don't have any pictures of my childhood."

"Who wants to see that?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows, and in Jing Ji's puzzled eyes, he blew lightly into his ear: "No **** photos, live-action versions are fine."

Jing Ji's face turned red.

"Baby," Yingjiao approached him and asked, "Is it alright?"

Jing Ji's heartbeat was fast, and his mouth was a little dry. Rao has been with Yingjiao for so long, but he is still not used to his yellow accent.

But he loves Yingjiao too much, he wants to make Yingjiao happy, no matter what method he uses, as long as he can do it.

Jing Ji didn't dare to raise his eyes, he forbeared the shyness in his heart, and said inaudibly, "Okay."

The more obedient he is, the more Yingjiao wants to do bad things.

"Then tonight..." Yingjiao took a heavy breath and demanded, "Can you do it yourself?"

Jing Ji's neck was red all of a sudden, he lowered his head, and after a while, he replied in a low voice: "Okay.

In fact, Yingjiao just wanted to tease him, but who knew that he really agreed.

The benefits that are picked up are not for nothing. Ying Jiao stood up abruptly and left a sentence: "I'll look for a photo." Then he strode into the study.

As a child, his mother took many pictures of him. Later, after his mother died, these photos of Yingjiao were rarely taken out, and I don't remember where they were put.

"Fuck, if you don't deliberately look for it every day, you can see it every day, but when you look for it, it's gone." Ying Jiao scolded and threw the household registration book on the table, and continued to rummage in the bookcase.

He accidentally used more force, and a red title certificate fell from it.

Ying Jiao was stunned. His real estate certificates were put together, so this was the house he sent Jing Ji to? Recalling the scene at that time, Yingjiao smiled and couldn't help turning over.

When he saw the owner of the house, Yingjiao was stunned.

The name above is not Jing Ji, but him.

Recalling how busy Jing Ji was during that time, Ying Jiao's fingers tightened, and suddenly he understood everything. He didn't want this house from the beginning, but he couldn't refuse it in front of him, so he secretly transferred the house back without him.

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, did Jing Ji have to tell him so clearly?

Is the relationship between the two of them not close enough now or what? Distraught, Yingjiao picked up the account book and wanted to put it back in place, but he flipped it over unconsciously. He frowned and was about to close...

Yingjiao's eyes widened suddenly.

On the second page of the household registration book, which should have been completely blank, the name column was clearly printed with two words at this time—

scene speech.

The author has something to say: small theater, household registration book: but it's my **** turn to appear, I'm suffocating!