Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

On the first day of the university, Jing Ji and Ying Jiao became popular.

They are too good-looking, and unlike other freshmen, they have the excitement and anxiety of entering the university on their faces. Going to the college to the dormitory is familiar, calm and leisurely, and it is particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

It made the senior sisters who had their eyes lit up and were waiting to lead them on their way, beating their chests and feet and choking their wrists, and finally two handsome men came to compete, why didn't they have a chance to chat a few words, and ask for another WeChat by the way? !

I don't know who secretly took the photo of the two and put it on the school's forum, which instantly set off a discussion craze.

Eight of the students with supernatural powers came out soon, one of them majoring in applied economics at Guanghua School of Management, and the other majoring in mathematics. Did not participate in the college entrance examination directly recommended, and also won the gold medal of the International Olympic Games, one is better than the other.

To have a face, to have a bright future. So, before the military training, Jing Ji and Ying Jiao were added to WeChat countless times.

"Jingshen, girls have a good relationship." Once again, seeing the sign requesting to add friends on Jingji's WeChat address book, Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "26, tsk..."

"No, some are our classmates." Jing Ji clicked in and read it one by one. Those who knew him passed, and those who didn't know him directly rejected.

He never ignores anyone who adds him on WeChat to make friends, he just refuses. In this way, the people over there will understand what he means, and they will no longer report any hope.

Ying Jiao lifted the curtain of the cafeteria with one hand and reached out to Jing Ji with the other: "Give me the phone."

Jing Ji didn't even think about it, just did it.

The corners of Yingjiao's lips lifted uncontrollably. He tapped his finger on the screen twice, saved his WeChat avatar, and sent it to Jing Ji's mobile phone.

"How about this avatar?" Ying Jiao sent the screen to Jing Ji's eyes and asked, "I just changed it, so I'll change it for you too?"

Jing Ji stared at it and smiled.

The picture is very simple, with three words on a white background: There is an object. The handwriting is very familiar, and it looks like it was written by Ying Jiao.

"Okay."

"I don't believe it anymore," Ying Jiao gritted his teeth softly, "Is there anyone else?"

After the two changed their avatars at the same time, there were indeed fewer people who requested to be added, but there were still some. It was not until the scene of Ying Jiao applying medicine to Jing Ci was taken that it disappeared.

This year's Autumn Tiger is exceptionally powerful. Jing Ji has thin skin and accidentally got sunburned during military training. A small red spot on the right cheek, it hurts to touch.

"Why are you so stubborn," Yingjiao held his face in the shade of the tree, both angry and distressed: "Isn't it normal to be lazy occasionally during military training, you are the only one who is active."

"It's okay." Jing Ji turned his head slightly to make it easier for him to give himself medicine: "It will be fine in a few days."

Ying Jiao lightly applied the ointment to his wound, and sneered, "You can, your instructor didn't send you a little red flower?"

"Brother," Jing Ji knew that he was worried, and said with a good temper: "It's not serious, the marks will definitely disappear in three days."

"You know again." Ying Jiao rubbed his head and put away the ointment: "Okay, go back, you are all gathering. After the dissolution, wait for me here, I will come to you."

"Okay."

Although the interaction between the two is common among boys with good relationships, the look of Ying Jiao looking down at Jing Ji can't deceive anyone. Especially under the high-definition camera, the tenderness and affection inside are unobstructed. @Infinite good text, all in Jinjiang Literature City

As soon as the photo was posted, I don't know how many girls' hearts were broken.

Although the trouble of always being asked to date is gone, occasionally, people will look at them with strange eyes.

Ying Jiao and Jing Ji didn't care, they weren't afraid when they were in high school, let alone university.

The two of them can do whatever they want, and they are busy with their own business when they are in class. Stick together after class, or go to the study room, or go out to relax.

The days flowed forward slowly like this, and three years passed by in a flash. Freshmen came one after another, and the people around them came and went, but the two of them never changed.

During this period, Jing Ji won all the scholarships he could get. Success became their professor's favorite, and the old professor even mentioned the postgraduate study to him when he was a junior.

Yingjiao, on the other hand, has been an intern at CICC since the summer vacation of his sophomore year. He is thorough in his work and has a keen sense of finance, and the department leaders have told him several times overtly and secretly, asking him to stay directly after graduation.

The two lived in the school for the first and second year of their freshman year, and they moved out of the dormitory and started living together in the third year.

On this day, Yingjiao came back from get off work in the evening and did not go home, but went to school to pick up Jing Ji first.

@Infinite good text, all in Jinjiang Literature City

It had been a vacation for a while, but Jing Ji followed their professor to study a topic and never left the school.

The two made an appointment to meet at the school gate at 6:00 p.m., but it was 6:20 p.m. and Jing Ji hadn't arrived yet.

Jing Ci's concept of time has always been strong, and there must be something wrong with being late. Yingjiao didn't rush him, just stood at the school gate and waited. It wasn't until half past six when there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

"elder brother!"

Ying Jiao turned around and saw Jing Ji was running here, his breath was short: "Wait for a long time? My tutor suddenly asked me to talk about the thesis."

"No, just arrived." Yingjiao quietly wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose: "Let's go, go home."

"Um."

"Going to eat beef hot pot tonight?" Yingjiao took his schoolbag and put it on his back: "Didn't you say that it was delicious last time?"

"Okay." Jing Ji's eyes lit up, and his tone was a little excited: "That house's sand tea sauce is the most authentic."

Yingjiao smiled: "Then ask the boss if he sells the sauce alone." @Infinite Good Text, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"It doesn't seem to be for sale."

"That's someone else, and the result is different when I ask."

Yingjiao did what he said, and after eating, with his three-inch tongue, he coaxed the proprietress into a smile. For the first time ever, he filled him a small bottle of sauce that he would never take out, and he didn't ask for any money.

Carrying the sauce, the two exchanged each other's day-to-day life and returned home slowly.

As usual, Jing Ji read a book for a while, while Ying Jiao sat next to him and played with his mobile phone.

The feeds on the web are the same, and there is nothing to see. Yingjiao was about to quit the app, but inadvertently ran into a problem——

What happened to the person you liked when you were seventeen?

Winning arrogantly turned his head.

Jing Ji was reading a book, his face was clean and handsome. From time to time, he turned the pages of the book, his expression serious and serious.

Yingjiao's eyes softened unconsciously.

"Baby." Ying Jiao threw the phone and called him.

"Huh?" Jing Ji raised his eyes, and just wanted to say something, Ying Jiao suddenly took the book from his hand, pressed him on the sofa, lowered his head and kissed him.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then he parted his lips in cooperation, letting his breath completely wrap him.

how's it going?

Ying Jiao gently stroked Jing Ji's hair and cheeks, his heart softened and almost melted.

He lives in my home now, in my arms, and will always be rooted in my heart.

I love him, and he loves me, just as he did.

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