Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Until the end of the recess, when each class returned to the class in order, Jing Ji's face was still red. No matter how Yingjiao teased him, he stopped talking.

He couldn't figure out why there were so many jogging scenes.

Jing Ci went to the water dispenser to pick up a glass of water, drank half a glass, calmed down a little, and took out the math book.

The cup he used was a glass, and when his fingers were picked up and put down, there were naturally a few more fingerprints on it.

When Jing Ji turned his eyes and found it, he immediately took out two tissues, carefully wiped the fingerprints on them, and then lowered his head and continued to read.

Ying Jiao had a panoramic view of his movements, and he didn't know what to think, and suddenly smiled.

He Conge happened to pass by him, and when he saw his smile, the expression on his face suddenly became indescribable.

He quietly took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the group.

[Uncle He Family]: By the way, does anyone feel the same as me?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:? ? ?

[Uncle He Family]: Why is Brother Jiao always pestering Jing Ji recently? Did something happen between them that we don't know about?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Ah, ah, ah, sure enough! I had long thought that something was wrong with them, and I never dared to say it.

[Uncle He's Family]: Brother Jiao has been so unsightly recently...

[Peng Chengcheng]: Brother Jiao fell in love with Jing Ci?

【Uncle He Family】:…

[Zheng Que is incorrect]:…

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Lao Peng, I will give you incense, go all the way, and I will remember you on Qingming next year.

[Uncle He Family]: Probably spring is coming... Brother Jiao is also starting to get restless.

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: There are a few springs, and autumn has not yet passed.

[Pride]: Are you all in a panic? Where did Lao Liu report it?

He Conge was so frightened that his phone almost dropped to the ground, he hurriedly sat upright and pretended that nothing had happened.

Zheng Que reflexively threw the phone into the table hole and made a thud.

Peng Chengcheng was still expressionless, but if he looked closely, he could see that his eyes were blinking gently.

Win arrogant sneer, typing—

[Pride]: Less YY, do more business, what happened to the things you asked you to investigate two days ago?

Speaking of this, He Conge put away the wretchedness on his face. He thought for a while, slipped to the back window and looked in the corridor, seeing that Mr. Liu showed no sign of coming, he trotted to Yingjiao's side, and said in a low voice, "It's a bit hard to type, I'll tell you directly. Say it."

Yingjiao frowned: "What's going on?"

What Yingjiao asked He Conge to investigate was the incident when Li Shi provoked him some time ago.

Although Li Shi's brain is not very good, he is not mentally retarded. What's more, he was able to accurately block the toilet that day, which was enough to show that he was prepared before.

Yingjiao always felt that the reason was not as simple as Li Shi wanting to stand up.

He Conge pondered the words in his heart, and said carefully: "Li Shi met Yingshengjun before that day..."

The expression on Yingjiao's face suddenly turned cold.

Yingshengjun, Yingjiao's half-brother, two years older than him, is the illegitimate son of Yingjiao's father. But since Ying's father remarried five years ago, the illegitimate child has become a legitimate child.

Yingjiao's mother's name is Shi Jun, and the meaning of Yingshengjun's name can be imagined.

"Brother Jiao, you don't have to come forward in this matter, to save the last trouble, Zheng Que and I will find someone to mess with him." He Cong glanced at Ying Jiao and sneered: "Understood? Who can beat me fat?"

Don't look at He Porridge's white and chubby appearance, when it comes to being ruthless and ruthless, ten Zheng Que can't match him.

"No," Ying Jiao sneered, "I'll play with him if he wants to."

Yingjiao bowed his head and quickly sent a message out.

Touching the coldness in his eyes, He Conge shuddered suddenly, and walked away shivering on his waist.

Ying Jiao put away his phone, looked at Jing Ji who was sitting next to him, stretched out his long legs, and touched his legs under the table.

Jing Ci turned the book for a while, without raising his head, he only gave way to the side.

Ying arrogant was so arrogant that his legs stretched out more and more, directly occupying most of the space under Jing Ji's table.

Jing Ji endured and endured, but finally he couldn't hold back, and turned his head with a cold face: "What are you doing?"

Yingjiao pretended not to see his cold face, took out a Chinese book from his bookshelf, and flipped through it randomly: "Didn't you tell me "Pipa Xing" this morning, why don't you talk about it?"

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to be serious.

He looked up at the wall clock, and the third class was about to begin, so he discussed with Yingjiao in a good voice: "It's almost time for class, it's too late to finish..."

"It's okay," Ying Jiao chuckled and pushed the Chinese book on his desk, "It's as much as you can speak."

He said so, but Jing Ji couldn't refuse any more, so he had to lean over: "Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, maple leaves and flowers fall, the meaning of this sentence is..."

His voice came into his ears, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, cold and calm.

Ying Jiao glanced at him slightly.

The sun at 10:30 in the morning was just right, and the warm white light hit Jing Ji. From Yingjiao's point of view, you can even see the thin, small furry on his face.

His rosy lips opened and closed, occasionally showing a little bit of white teeth.

The surrounding air calmed down a little, and those impetuousness and anger slowly disappeared.

Ying Jiao lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the slender fingers he pointed on the page, and the anger in his eyes disappeared little by little.

The third class was Mr. Liu's math class. Just one minute before class, Mr. Liu walked in with his teaching plan and math book in between.

"Turn to Chapter 3, Section 2, and let's start talking about inequality!" Teacher Liu held up the blackboard eraser and pointed at the blackboard, banging bang bang just twice: "Pay attention to the sleepers at the bottom! Close your eyes again and I will Let you come to sleep on stage!"

He glanced down again with a warning: "Okay, now let's look at the common methods of inequality proof..."

Mr. Liu's voice is loud and clear, even if he is standing in the corridor and listening to his class, it will not affect him at all.

While listening to Jing Ji, he summarized the key points below and took notes.

This note is not for his own use, but for Yingjiao.

What you promised, even if you grit your teeth, you have to stick to it.

As Jing Ji wrote quickly, he comforted himself secretly in his heart.

When all the knowledge points are summed up, there is no need to deal with Yingjiao anymore.

Just as he was thinking, the back of his hand was suddenly touched.

Jing Ji gave Ying Jiao a warning look, pointed to the blackboard, and motioned for him to listen to the class.

Yingjiao didn't do as he did, but looked at his right hand and whispered, "What's your writing posture?"

Jing Ji's handwriting is beautiful and smart, but his writing posture is very awkward. Ying Jiao watched it for a long time, and the more he looked, the more wrong he became. He couldn't help reminding him aloud: "What are you doing with your thumb stretched so long, pull back a little bit."

Jing Ji knew his fault and shook his head: "It's been many years, but I can't change it."

Yingjiao hummed: "Can't you change it?"

He reached out and held Jing Ji's right hand, broke his fingers off the pen one by one, and moved him to the correct position bit by bit: "Just write like this."

Jing Ji's cheeks were slightly hot, "Don't do it, I'll do it myself."

Yingjiao smiled noncommittally, staring at his right hand.

Jing Ji was looked at by him with such a good mistake, and his whole body began to feel uncomfortable.

He curled the **** of his left hand, scratched it in the palm, and wrote a lot of scribbles again.

"What's wrong with you?" Ying Jiao frowned and hissed, "Why did you go back? Change it."

The wrong writing posture was very laborious, and after writing for so long, a flat mark was squeezed out of the **** of Jing Ji's right hand.

His skin was white, and the mark became more and more unsightly.

Ying Jiao stretched out his slender fingers, moved his finger lightly, and said casually, "Little classmate, on purpose? Do you have to hold your hand over and over to change it?"

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, and he glared at him fiercely, but his fingers awkwardly changed to the correct posture.

Yingjiao liked his angry little appearance, and just as he wanted to tease him again, Mr. Liu's loud voice came into his ears: "Yingjiao! Jing Ji! What are you two doing?!"

Teacher Liu threw the math book on the podium and yelled with a dark face, "How old are you two? Are you elementary school students? Are you still holding hands in class?!"

"You two stand up for me! Yingjiao, why are you laughing?! Come on, tell me, what are you two mumbling about in class?!"

Ying Jiao stood up lazily, his school uniform coat hung loosely on him, but he was not sloppy, but had a lazy and handsome look, he hooked his lips: "I'm sorry teacher, our relationship is too good to hold back."

Teacher Liu was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "You two have a good relationship?!"

Both were students he had taught for a year, could he not know them both?

He suspected that Ying Jiao was deliberately bullying Jing Ji, even the previous seat change.

Yingjiao sighed deeply: "My mother taught me not to lie since I was a child. I never thought that no one would believe the truth these days."

He spread his hands helplessly, and put his right hand on Jing Ji's shoulder: "I like him very much, really, he is very similar to me."

Teacher Liu held back the fire: "Where do you two look alike?"

He just wanted to say that Jing Ci has been working very hard recently, which is not the same as him at all.

Hearing Yingjiao say: "They are all very handsome."

Teacher Liu:"…"

Mr. Liu couldn't bear it any longer, and in a fit of anger sent the two of them into the corridor together.

It was the first time that Jing Ji was punished to stand, but he still couldn't react for a while. Ying Jiao tugged at him, and he just walked out of the classroom ignorantly.

Teacher Liu sneered and looked at the two of them: "Aren't you two related? Isn't it funny in class? Well, you two just stand holding hands for me! Don't let go after class!"

Jing Ji's face immediately turned red.

Even if you are punished for standing, why do you still hold hands?

Just as he was about to protest to Teacher Liu, Yingjiao quickly took his hand and held it very naturally. Then he turned his head and sincerely thanked Mr. Liu: "Thank you, teacher, for understanding us."

Now he really wants to order a song "Complete" and give it to Teacher Liu.

Teacher Liu was so angry with him that he walked into the classroom without looking back and slammed the door shut.

"Why are you so angry?" Ying Jiao turned his head with a smile, saw Jing Ji frowning, and said dumbly, "I'm angry? Brother, isn't it for you?"

Ying Jiao raised the hands that the two of them were shaking, and motioned Jing Ji to look down with his eyes: "Look at how your fingers are pressed. Come on, don't be angry, or brother..."

"I'm not angry," Jing Ji interrupted him. He didn't know that Yingjiao was for his own good, but—

He looked at Yingjiao, frowned and said, "Math is missing a class, can you understand it next class? Otherwise, I'll teach it to you after I go back? See when you have time..."

Ying Jiao looked at the faint worry on his face, and his heart suddenly seemed to be played with something.

"Okay, I'm fine." The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice was soft: "Little classmate, don't think about it, listen to the teacher first, and hold my hand well."

Saying that, he let go of Jing Ji and reached out to him, motioning him to hold himself first.

Jing Ji's eyes flickered, and his ears turned slightly red.

Yingjiao lowered his eyes and chuckled: "What? You don't even listen to the teacher now?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled: "No."

Yingjiao lowered his voice and leaned closer to his ear: "Is that going to hold you?"

Jing Ci was silent.

After a long while, he finally nodded slightly.

Ying Jiao smiled, and when the pair of thin white hands reached out, he held it tightly with his backhand.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: thank Mr. Liu for contributing to our sacred and great love, and a song "Complete" is given to Mr. Liu.

Teacher Liu:………

Teacher Liu: Get out of here! !