Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The TV in the living room is playing a popular TV series.

Xu Shizheng saw the wonderful place, and there was a burst of joyful laughter outside.

Jing Miao, who was in the period of voice change, with a slightly hoarse voice, was coquettishly facing Jing's father: "Dad, it's the phone that the male protagonist uses! I want that! You can buy it for me!"

Father Jing's voice was soft and he said angrily, "What mobile phone should you buy? Be obedient. You are now at a critical stage, and learning is the most important thing."

"Buy it, buy it," Jing Miao hugged Jing's father's arm and kept shaking: "Dad, buy it for me, okay? I have all my classmates. I promise not to delay learning, okay? okay? "

Father Jing coughed, but he couldn't resist his son's request: "Okay, I'll buy it for you! But learning can't be left behind, do you hear me?"

Jingmiao cheered: "Dad, you are so kind!"

Jing Ji stood barefoot on the cool floor, listening to the laughter outside, and lowered his eyes slightly.

After a while, he picked up the phone.

In the box of 1982, Zheng Que finished singing a song, put down the microphone, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and turned to look at He Conge next to him: "What time is it? Why isn't Brother Jiao here? "

Zheng Que's birthday is next Tuesday, just in time for school. A group of friends and family discussed it privately, and they simply opened a box in 1982 to celebrate Zheng Que's birthday, plus spending month-end leave.

Zheng Que usually has a good relationship, but this evening, a boxer came from Wuwuyang, and as soon as he entered the house, he opened Mai Gui and cried.

"I don't know what he's doing," He Porridge said while eating the fruit: "Let him come with us, but he won't. He said he wanted to go home to take a bath and change his clothes, but no, why did he do this in the future? ?"

Peng Chengcheng poured two bottles of beer, and was a little drunk at the moment. Hearing this, he said expressionlessly: "Idol burden."

He Conge rolled his eyes and said, "I've served him." After a pause, he added, "Not necessarily, maybe it's a deliberate excuse to go home to get a present for Lao Zheng."

When Zheng Que heard this, he was eager to try: "If you don't say that I haven't thought of a gift yet, if you say it, why do I look forward to it so much."

Several people were talking, the door of the box was pushed open, and Ying Jiao came in from the outside wearing a black casual suit.

"I'll go," he rubbed his ears and frowned after listening to the song that wasn't in tune, "Are you guys doing Xiaoyue?"

"Don't talk about those who have it!" Zheng Que jumped up in front of him and stretched out his hand at him: "Where's my gift?"

Yingjiao looked at him with hooked lips: "What gift? Isn't my presence the biggest gift?"

Zheng Que: "..."

He Conge looked at him with inexhaustible words: "Brother Jiao, celebrate Lao Zheng's birthday early today, take it easy."

Ying Jiao hummed, took out a gift box from his pocket and threw it to Zheng Que: "Take it and play."

He bypassed Zheng Que, sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of drink, inserted a straw, and looked at his phone while drinking.

There is a lot of new news, but none of them are from Jing Ci.

Yingjiao gritted his teeth gently, wouldn't he reply to his news, this little conscience...

"Wow!!" Zheng Que opened the gift box in a hurry, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "LP's earphones! I've wanted it for a long time!" With a face: "Dad! What more do you need? Fruit? Beer? I'll get it for you!"

He Conge didn't see his dog-legged look: "Old Zheng, calm down, it's just a pair of headphones."

"What do you know?!" Zheng Que raised his head like a cockfight and retorted loudly: "Is this an ordinary earphone?! These are LP earphones! A pair of more than 3,000!"

"Okay," He Conge didn't argue with him, "Just be happy."

Zheng Que looked at Yingjiao with bright eyes: "Dad!"

"Go away," Yingjiao pressed the screen of his phone and pushed him away impatiently: "Don't bother me."

"Okay! Let's get out of here!" Zheng Que hugged his earphones and ducked away happily.

He Conge sat down next to Yingjiao, wondering, "Brother Jiao, what are you doing? Why are you always looking at your phone?" He leaned over to take a look, but when Yingjiao raised his hand, He Conge only saw a WeChat chat interface.

"Is there really a situation?"

Yingjiao was not in a good mood at the moment, so he was too lazy to pay attention to him. He tapped his phone on the screen, and just as he was about to enter something, a new message suddenly popped up—

[Jing]: It's not uncomfortable, I've already eaten, thank you.

After a few seconds, another message came—

【King】: Have you eaten yet?

Yingjiao's eyes finally brought a smile, he raised his phone, took a photo of the coffee table, and lowered his head to edit the message—

[Pride]: Not yet, celebrating Zheng Que's birthday. There is no serious food, but a pile of messy things [picture]

[Pride]: A bunch of idiots howling, my head hurts, annoying, what are you doing?

The phone vibrated, and finally there was some sound in the quiet room. Compared with the lively living room, it no longer seemed lonely and deserted.

Jing Ji put down his pen, and when he replied to the message, the corners of his lips unconsciously brought a smile—

【King】: Write homework.

【King】: Have you finished reciting "Pipa Xing"?

In the box, Yingjiao was drinking a drink, and when he saw the new news, he choked.

He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth while replying to Jing Ji. He typed more than half of a sentence, thought about it, then deleted it and edited it again—

[Pride]: What reward do you get when I finish memorizing it?

Jing Ji frowned slightly and replied seriously—

【King】: Learning is for oneself.

[Pride]: Can't you do it, little classmate, don't you give me some motivation?

[Jing]: Then what do you want?

[Pride]: Pinch my face again?

Jing Ji pursed his lips, remembering the scene of Ying Jiao pinching his face that day, his cheeks were a little hot. He buttoned down the screen of his mobile phone, picked up the pen and continued to write the papers, ignoring Yingjiao.

Yingjiao didn't bother, just sent Jing Ji some pictures of them playing from time to time, or told him some interesting things.

In this way, Jing Ji looked at the messages from Ying Jiao while doing his homework, and occasionally replied a sentence or two, never thinking about the living room again.

Jing Ji had already formed a biological clock, and he woke up before six o'clock the next morning. He didn't go back to sleep and went straight to the bathroom to wash.

The Jing family's house is more than 100 square meters, with a total of three bedrooms and one living room, and only one bathroom.

Jing Miao was in the middle of washing up, and Jing Miao suddenly came in cursing: "You are crazy! You get up so early on a big weekend! Are you letting others sleep?!"

The sound of Jing Ji's washing was not loud, and he deliberately closed the door of the bathroom. Even if there was movement, it would not affect Jing Miao, whose room was farthest from the bathroom.

He wiped the water off his face and looked at Jing Miao indifferently: "Is there a rule at home that you can't get up at six o'clock?"

"You!" Jing Miao choked, raised his chin and looked at Jing Ji, and said confidently: "Anyway, you can't affect my sleep!"

Jing Ji glanced at him, ignored him, and walked past him expressionlessly.

His ignoring attitude irritated Jing Miao. Jing Miao stepped in front of him and blocked his way: "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me talking to you?!"

"Get out of the way," Jing Ji looked down at him, his tone was calm and did not fluctuate: "You are in the way."

Jing Miao didn't know what was going on, but when he looked at him like this, he suddenly felt a little worried.

Although Jing Ci in the past had an arrogant attitude and always liked to yell, he was never afraid of him, and only regarded him as a paper tiger. However, today, Jing Ji stopped shouting and speaking harshly, but he was afraid.

Jing Miao unconsciously gave way to the side, Jing Ji didn't even look at him, and went straight back to his room.

He plans to go out later and do his homework in a random place. When the school opens in the afternoon, go straight to school. The day after tomorrow, I will study in the classroom with the students of the third year of high school.

The house made him feel uncomfortable everywhere.

When Jing Ci was ready to go out, Jing's father also got up. Seeing his neat appearance, his brows suddenly frowned. He wanted to say something, and thought that it would be better for Jing Ci to leave, so he closed his mouth.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at Jing Ji lightly: "I will transfer this month's living expenses to you now. You can save some flowers, don't come back and ask for it if you don't have enough, I won't be accustomed to you anymore."

After a pause, he added: "Don't come back if it's okay, just stay at school."

The phone vibrated, Jing Ji lowered his eyes and glanced at it, it was the transfer information.

Father Jing gave him a total of 1,000 yuan.

"I see." Jing Ji nodded, bent over to change his shoes, and left the house without looking back.

Father Jing shook his head from behind: "The bigger you are, the less promising you are. You don't even say hello when you leave..."

It was the end of the month holiday, and most of the shops around the school were empty. Jing Ji found a dessert shop, asked for a cup of sea salt milk green, and wrote the paper while drinking.

Yesterday he finished most of the homework in one go, and there were only three or two kittens left in the papers that had not yet been written. Jing Ji planned to go to the bookstore after finishing the rest of the homework, to find a few books of interest, and read them when he had nothing to do.

At noon, Jing Ji ate at the fly restaurant next to him, and then went to the bookstore.

He raised his head and glanced at the signs on the bookshelf, then walked directly to the science knowledge area. He selected a few Mathematical Olympiad books, as well as a History of Mathematics and Elements of Geometry. After paying the bill together, he carried the plastic The bag came out of the bookstore.

The school didn't open until 2:30 in the afternoon. Jing Ji was thinking about where to stay for an hour in the middle when the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He changed the plastic bag to his left hand and held it in his left hand, and reached into his pocket with his right hand and took it out. mobile phone.

[Pride]: What are you doing?

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip and replied simply—

【King】: Write homework.

[Pride]: Home?

【King】: Hmm.

[Pride]: You look back.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, but did not move, another message popped up.

[Pride]: Look back.

Jing Ji held the phone and turned around slowly.

Ying Jiao was standing behind him, and when he saw him looking back, he curled his lips into a smile: "Caught a lying little classmate."

The author has something to say: For the sake of harmony, "The Ex-boyfriend Dressed as a School Bully [Chuangshu]" has been changed to "The Ex-boyfriend Dressed as a School Girl [Chuangshu]", please don't delete your favorites. Small Theater, Yingjiao: What is destiny? Just look at me and Jing Ji.