Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

At noon, Jing Ji and Li Zhou went to the cafeteria to eat.

They ran a little slower today, and when they got to the cafeteria, there were long queues in front of several windows.

Li Zhou was in a hurry. After waiting for a while, he couldn't help it. He said to Jing Ji, "You stand in line here first. I'll go to the window to see what dishes are available today."

Jing Ji nodded: "Okay."

Li Zhou pushed the person in front of him away and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Que's eyes were sharp, and he saw Jing Ji who was lining up at a glance: "Hey, is that Jing Ji? He came to eat by himself?"

Ying Jiao followed his gaze and saw Jing Ji at the end of the team next to him.

He pushed away He Congee who was standing in front of him and walked towards Jing Ji.

He Congee and Peng Chengcheng looked at each other with a clear smile on their faces: "Haha, man."

"Anyone? Go to my place to line up." Ying Jiao pointed to He Congee and the others: "You can make meals directly."

Jing Ji shook his head and refused: "No, let's fight, or Li Zhou can't find me later."

"It's okay, I'll find someone to help you watch him."

Jing Ji still shook his head.

"What's the matter, little classmate," Ying Jiao chuckled, "Why are you still unfamiliar after holding hands?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, "No, it's not good to jump in line."

Yingjiao is dumbfounded, this little pervert always has a lot of inexplicable persistence.

For example, no cutting in line, no leftovers.

"Okay," Yingjiao knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he stopped doing useless work, and said: "The cafeteria is crowded at the moment, and there will definitely be no seats when you finish your meal. Then go to my table to eat?"

Jing Ji thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

Yingjiao smiled and walked away.

He Congee has already helped him prepare the meal, with squid rings, beef stew with potatoes, salt and pepper shrimp, and a serving of Shanghai green with minced garlic.

He was fat, with short fingers, two plates and two extra bowls of rice that he couldn't take away. Like a mountain, blocking the window.

The students in the back dared not to speak out, so they could only secretly pray that he would get things done soon.

Yingjiao stretched out his long hand, passed He Porridge easily, and picked up the plate: "Let's go."

The dining table in the provincial experiment is generally a table for four, and only a few large round tables are placed at the end of the canteen.

There were four of them in Yingjiao, and it was just right to sit at a small table. He Conge was about to sit down nearby when he saw Ying Jiao didn't stop and walked straight to the big table behind.

"Brother Jiao, what are you doing?" He looked at Zheng Que.

Zheng Que was also confused.

Only Peng Chengcheng glanced back at Jing Ji, who was still in line, and was the first to follow.

The auntie in the cafeteria had already practiced the speed of making meals, and soon, Jing Ji and Li Zhou walked out of the crowd with their plates.

Jing Ji ordered a bibimbap, and Li Zhou ordered a chicken chop rice with two extra braised chicken legs.

"Fuck, there are so many people, there's no place to sit." Li Zhou stood in the aisle with a frowning face, worrying: "What's going on here? Is it possible that we still have to stand to eat?"

Just as Jing Ji was about to speak, he raised his eyes and saw Ying Jiao standing lazily behind him, waving at him.

He hesitated for a while, but turned to Li Zhou and said, "Let's go there."

Li Zhou glanced in the direction he pointed, and almost knocked over the plate. He just wanted to say that you are fine, but he dared to fight with Yingjiao.

Seeing Yingjiao pressing the phone, he walked towards them: "Why so slow?"

Jing Ji said: "There are a lot of people." He followed Yingjiao all the way to the big round table at the back.

Li Zhou followed ignorantly.

There was a mess in his mind. For a while, he wondered when Jing Ji had such a good relationship with Ying Jiao, and then he trembled and thought it might be a conspiracy.

The school bully shouldn't be eating and eating, and suddenly put the dinner plate on their heads.

When I got to the table, before I woke up, I aimed for a seat and wanted to sit down.

However, before his **** touched the stool, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, raised his eyes and saw Ying Jiao was standing beside him, smiling at him.

Li Zhou's hand holding the dinner plate crooked, and the chicken legs on the plate almost fell. He grabbed the plate in a panic, and found a place farthest from Yingjiao to sit down.

Jing Ji wanted to follow him, but Ying Jiao took the plate in his hand: "Where are you going? Sit well."

Jing Ji couldn't, so he had to sit next to Ying Jiao.

He porridge took everything into consideration, winked and sent a WeChat message to Peng Chengcheng under the table—

[Your uncle from the He family]: Damn, Brother Jiao is really a showy group, have you just seen his little moves?

[Peng Chengcheng]: ... um.

[Uncle He Family]: Do you remember what he said before? 'Just kidding, Jing Ji is a perverted thing, Dad will like him', I wonder if his face hurts now.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Does he have a face?

[He home, grandfather]: Hahahahahahaha hau still is your old Peng Xiu!

[Uncle He Family]: Speaking of which, I don't think Jing Ji seems to be interested in him anymore. I'm sorry that my arrogant brother is lonely and cold every day, and he is so mad at others.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Jing Ci: Sao refused.

He Congee just stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, and when he saw Peng Chengcheng's words, he couldn't spit it out.

Zheng Que was right next to him and was almost affected.

"Your uncle's He Porridge!" He held up the plate high and looked at He Porridge with disgust: "How many times do you laugh while eating!"

He Porridge finally swallowed the meal and grabbed Zheng Que's hand: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll show you something."

He lowered his head, copied the chat record between himself and Peng Chengcheng, and sent it to Zheng Que.

"Pfft—" Zheng Que didn't hold back, he was out of breath with laughter, and for a while, his quacking voice echoed throughout the cafeteria.

Ying Jiao glanced at them coldly: "If you don't eat, get out."

Several people closed their mouths tightly for an instant, and dared not be presumptuous anymore.

Among the people at the table, Jing Ji ate the most vegetarian food. It's not that he was reluctant to buy meat dishes or something. Although the relationship between the original body and Jing's father was not very good, the monthly living expenses were still sufficient.

It's just that Jing Ji suddenly changed his environment and didn't have much appetite.

He raised his spoon, smashed the eggs on top of the rice, and started bibimbap in a clockwise direction.

Yingjiao glanced at his bowl and raised his eyebrows: "You only eat this?"

Eat less in the morning, and eat so little at noon, is this little pervert a bird's stomach?

Jing Ji nodded: "Well, this bibimbap sauce is delicious."

"Really?" Ying Jiao chuckled and looked at Jing Ji: "Give me a taste?"

Jing Ci is not a stingy person, let alone a little sauce. The stone pot was a little hot, and he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, so he leaned over and signaled Yingjiao to take care of himself.

Yingjiao digs some sauce from his bowl and pushes his plate in front of Jing Ji: "Come and taste mine."

Jing Ji shook his head: "No need."

"It's okay, have a few bites." Yingjiao ruthlessly threw the pot on He Porridge: "I can't finish so much, and He Porridge gave me too much."

He Congee: "…"

He Porridge glanced at him without a word.

Yingjiao has a lot of problems. At least four dishes are required for dinner, and an extra soup must be added. When did he hit too much? ! Isn't that just playing according to his usual amount? !

Jing Ji declined, but in the end he took a few shrimps from Yingjiao's dinner plate and left.

He Congee, hehe in his heart, secretly sent WeChat under the table—

[Uncle He Family]: Lao Peng, you said that I told Brother Jiao now that I asked him to give me the dishes he couldn’t finish. How would he react?

He originally wanted to send a private chat, but accidentally sent it to a small group of four people.

He Porridge didn't find it, and while eating, he glanced at his phone and waited for a reply.

Coincidentally, the two had just chatted privately, and Peng Chengcheng didn't look carefully or noticed that it was not a private chat, but a group.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Do you want to die?

[Uncle He Family]: No, don't you think he looks like a peacock with only an open screen now? I can't stand him anymore!

[Peng Chengcheng]: Hasn't he always been in this style?

[Uncle He Family]: Hahahahahaha, you are a sensible person.

Yingjiao glanced at his phone between meals, saw the new news, and sneered, freeing up one hand to type quickly—

[Pride]: Oh?

He Congee and Peng Chengcheng's spoons fell on the plate with a bang.

"Holy shit!" He Conge was so frightened that he was sweating, and he was in a hurry to withdraw the message, but it was timed out and could not be withdrawn.

"You idiot," Peng Chengcheng was about to urinate, roaring at He Congee: "I don't know in the group?"

"Dead, dead..." He Conge burst into tears.

Jing Ji didn't know what was going on at all. He looked at Ying Jiao and He Conge with a puzzled look on his face.

Ying Jiao looked at He Conge with a smile: "Can I help you organize a funeral?"

"No, no." He Conge wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his head embarrassingly to eat, and never dared to be a demon again.

After lunch, Jing Ji and Li Zhou returned to the classroom, while Ying Jiao went to the toilet to smoke.

"Hey, Brother Jiao," He Cong saw that there was no one left or right, and approached Ying Jiao: "Your family, what are you going to do?"

Ying Jiao bit his cigarette holder and said indifferently, "An eye for a tooth."

He Cong pondered for a moment, then understood in an instant, he laughed loudly: "The tail of this 211 exam is going to go up in the sky, and those who didn't know thought he passed the provincial champion exam. I think this time he was behind the scenes. His classmates and teachers knew about those bad things, what should he do!"

Peng Chengcheng exhaled a puff of smoke, with a bit of cruelty on his expressionless face: "I'm going to break his leg?"

"Lao Peng, don't be so violent, what are you talking about fighting and killing all day long," He Conge covered his mouth and smiled sinisterly: "Let's not beat him, so as not to cause trouble for Brother Jiao. What is physical pain? It has to make him hurt from the bottom of his heart!"

Zheng Que glanced at his fat white face and gave a thumbs up: "ruthless or my fat brother is ruthless."

"Zheng Que is my day, your uncle!" He Conge jumped up and gave Zheng Que a slap: "Why do you call me another fat brother to try?!"

The two of them started fighting in the toilet.

Yingjiao finished smoking a cigarette, pressed the **** on the cement table, let out a breath, and greeted them, "Let's go."

He Conge and Zheng Que pulled out of the toilet.

Several people swayed all the way to the door of Class Seven, and when they entered the door, Yingjiao's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He glanced down at his collar, then slowly turned half of the collar inside.

His movements were hidden and fast, and Zheng Que didn't see it. After he glanced at it, he kindly reminded him: "Brother Jiao, the collar of your clothes is tucked inside."

He Conge had already seen Ying Jiao's little move, and because of his lesson at noon, he rolled his eyes secretly and didn't say a word.

He dragged Zheng Que and walked in: "Let's go, what does the collar of Brother Jiao's clothes have to do with you!"

Zheng Que is a straight man of steel who has a very low desire to survive. He has no interest in He Porridge at all. Hearing this, he shouted angrily: "Old He, what do you mean? Why is it none of my business? Everyone is brothers, I remind you..."

His voice was loud and penetrating. As soon as his voice went down, half the class looked up.

Yingjiao turned to him with a smile: "Brother, can you shut up?"

Zheng Que's voice stopped abruptly, and he nodded blankly.

"Old Zheng, you can have some snacks." He Conge sighed and pushed him back to his seat with pity.

Jing Ji was reading a math Olympiad in his seat, which he brought from outside with the help of Li Zhou a few days ago.

As soon as he came across mathematics, he didn't know that there was an earthquake outside, so he didn't even notice that his irritable deskmate was back and was about to do something irritating.

"What about reading?" Ying Jiao leaned over and said something.

Jing Ji didn't look up, just nodded as a response.

Ying Jiao didn't give up until he achieved his goal, his eyes turned, his slender index finger rested on Jing Ji's forehead, and lifted it up: "Being so close, beware of myopia."

This time, Jing Ji completely woke up from the world in the book.

He tilted his head to avoid Yingjiao's hand, and just wanted to say that it was all right, his eyes fell on his collar, and he suddenly paused.

Ying Jiao noticed his expression and slightly curled his lips. Shameless, righteous and awe-inspiring: "I just remind you, you can continue watching, and I won't disturb you."

However, Jing Ji couldn't see it at all.

His mind was full of his half-tucked collar.

He kept reminding himself in his mind that neatness and tidiness were the freedom of others, and he could not meddle in his own business.

However, the asymmetrical collar kept dangling in his mind, even if he tried to numb himself with mathematics.

He endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and turned to Yingjiao.

Ying Jiao looked at him frowning, tangled, and hesitant, holding back a smile in his heart, pretending to be nothing on the surface: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

"The collar of your clothes," Jing Ji pointed to his neck: "It's stuffed inside."

"Huh?" Ying Jiao pretended to be surprised, raised his hand to make sense: "Are you all right?"

Jing Ji looked at the collar that was messed up more and more by him, and shook his head: "It's not that side, it's the other side, just turn the collar over."

Yingjiao nodded and made a few more gestures: "Is that so?"

"No," Jing Ji finally couldn't stand it anymore, reached out and turned his collar over for him, and straightened it again carefully.

Ying Jiao looked down at him with a serious look on his face, and the corners of his mouth became higher and higher.

Behind him, He Cong pointed at them with a toothache, and said to Zheng Que, "Did you see it? Do you know where you went wrong?"

Zheng Que: "…"

Zheng Que was stunned as he watched Ying Jiao's fancy tricks to arrange his clothes for him, and after a long time, he finally recovered.

"The dog sits at home, the food comes from the sky, and the show is still my arrogant brother."

The author has something to say: Small Theater, Yingjiao: Look at the collar of my clothes, it is always naughty and disobedient...

Zheng Que: What happened to me? ! I'm not **** for my brother yet? ! I'm a miserable man...