Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji followed Yingjiao out of the toilet, and suddenly felt a little itchy in his nose. He reached out and touched it, and he felt a nosebleed.

The boy had a heavy hand right from the start.

Jing Ji suddenly had the urge to turn around and use the mop to hit him a few times.

Ying Jiao walked in front, carefully pondering Jing Ji's abnormality today, and when he regained his senses, he found that the person beside him was gone. Turning his head to look, Jing Ji stood motionless behind, covering his face with his right hand.

He hesitated, but walked back and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No, it doesn't matter." Jing Ji put down his hands: "Bleeding, I'll go back and wash."

Jing Ji had a lot of blood, and he wiped it with his hands again, half of his face was blood red. The visual impact caused by the moment is breathtaking.

Yingjiao's head hummed, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"What's wrong?" Jing Ji wanted to go back, but seeing that Yingjiao's state was not right, he subconsciously raised his hand and wiped it: "I have a lot of blood on my face?"

"Don't move!" A layer of cold sweat broke out on Ying Jiao's forehead instantly, and his stomach was faintly nauseous. He closed his eyes, grabbed Jing Ji's wrist, and stopped him from moving.

"Are you injured just now?" Jing Ji didn't grasp the key point, thinking that something wrong with Ying Jiao was beaten. He glanced back in the direction of the toilet, a little worried.

After hitting that boy, he was forced to be tied to Yingjiao. Looking at Yingjiao like this, it is estimated that the injury is not serious, and his combat effectiveness is not good.

If the group of people came out now, the two of them would have almost no resistance and could only be pressed to the ground and rubbed.

At the critical moment, Jing Ji was still calm and undisturbed. He pursed his lips, suddenly pinched Yingjiao's arm, and said rationally: "Hold on, you have to hold on until you are out of the toilet."

He didn't show any mercy in this pinch, and abruptly pulled Ying Jiao out of his dizziness.

Win arrogant: "..."

Ying Jiao hissed and looked at the pain subconsciously: "What are you..."

Jing Ji's hands were stained with blood, and when they came into contact with Yingjiao's skin, the blood naturally rubbed onto them. As soon as Yingjiao lowered his eyes, he was filled with the **** piece.

Ying Jiao staggered and fell headfirst onto Jing Ji.

what happened? Jing Ci was at a loss.

Jing Ji carefully recalled the scene just now, then looked at his hand, then at Ying Jiao's blood-stained arm, and at the person pressing on him...

After repeating this for several times, I finally came to a conclusion: the school bully of the experimental middle school, who is known as the arrogant brother Yingjiao!

He... fainted.

No wonder it was written in the original book that Yingjiao never slapped his face in fights, and never broke people's heads.

Co-authoring this point made countless fans scream and cry that he wanted to give Yingjiao a monkey, and even gave him the title of "School Bully Gentleman". It's an internal injury! It's not because he has grace, he always saves some face when he starts!

But because he fainted blood!

Jing Ji lowered his head, and just took one to eight in the toilet, and easily turned over a group of humanoid nuclear bombs. At this time, he was pressing his eyebrows against his chest, harmless like a large pillow.

Jing Ji was silent for a while before accepting this fact.

He pushed Yingjiao: "Can you still get up?"

Win arrogant did not respond.

Jing Ji pushed him again and said calmly: "If you don't get up again, the next one will come up."

Yingjiao frowned, still not responding.

Just when Jing Ji wanted to pinch him again, Ying Jiao suddenly held his hand with difficulty.

Seeing that he was conscious, Jing Ji asked tentatively, "I will take you to the infirmary?"

Yingjiao closed his eyes for a while and then gently gritted his teeth: "Clean up your face."

Jing Ji said honestly: "I can't see it."

Ying Jiao let out a sigh of relief, took off his school uniform jacket and threw it on Jing Ji's head.

A minute later, Jing Ji, whose face was covered in the school uniform with only two eyes exposed, shrank his right hand to support the cold-faced, half-paralyzed school tyrant, and staggered forward.

Three minutes later, the two of them were bathed in the hot sun of the autumn tiger and stood there, motionless, like two salted fish waiting for their moisture to be dried.

The dizziness in Yingjiao's head hasn't passed yet, so he can only put most of his body's center of gravity on Jing Ji. He closed his eyes and sneered: "He's addicted to help, and he's reluctant to leave?"

Jing Ji turned to look at him.

Yingjiao could feel his sight without opening his eyes, and said lazily, "What's wrong? Is your brother handsome?"

"It's quite handsome," Jing Ji replied seriously, paused, and said, "I just wanted to ask you, where is the school doctor's office?"

Win arrogant: "..."

Yingjiao closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "You have been in the provincial experiment for a year, and you have been beaten to the school doctor's office every once in a while. The time spent in the school doctor's office is longer than the time in the classroom, you tell me now, you Don't know how to get to the school doctor's office?"

Jing Ji: "…"

Jing Ji's face was fearless: "If you don't say it, I'll throw you here."

Win arrogant: "..."

Fuck, why is this little pervert so abnormal today.

Ten minutes later, the two finally reached the school medical room with difficulty.

Yingjiao's dizziness is quite serious, but fortunately he doesn't need to hang glucose. The school doctor vacated a hospital bed for him, let him lie flat for about five minutes, and instructed Jing Ji to pour a cup of hot water to cool it, and feed him five minutes later.

After settling down Yingjiao, Jing Ji took off the school uniform on his head and borrowed some water from the school doctor to wash his hands and face.

The school doctor stood by and watched for a while, seeing that he couldn't wash in the right place, moved the chair to the half-length mirror, put the basin of water on the stool, and said to Jing Ji: "Wash in front of the mirror. "

Jing Ji paused in his hands, lowered his eyes and walked to the half-length mirror.

"You little kids, if you don't study hard every day, you just want to do things, and you will regret it later." The school doctor adjusted the direction of the chair for him, while nagging: "When you reach my age, you will understand, I'm so envious of you..."

Pointing to the little scratch on Jing Ji's cheek, he said, "You are lucky this time, the injury is minor, otherwise there will be a scar on such a beautiful face, and I won't regret it after seeing you."

The school doctor said, and couldn't help but glanced at the mirror again.

The youth in the mirror has fair complexion and delicate facial features. Eyelashes are long and thick, like two small fans. Because of the drooping eyes, the eye shape is completely outlined by the eyelashes, and the ends of the eyes are slightly upturned, as if they have their own eyeliner, and they are cold and beautiful when they are not smiling. When he pursed his lips and was embarrassed, he had a youthful air of his own.

Not even a mess of shit-yellow hair could hide this outstanding face.

Jing Ji's body froze, trembling eyelashes slowly raised his eyes, and after a few seconds of mental construction, he just looked at the dusty mirror.

At a glance, he was stunned, and he didn't even know that the school doctor smeared some iodine on his face.

This face... He involuntarily reached out and stroked it. It looked exactly like him before, even the little red mole on the earlobe was exactly the same.

"I'm afraid." The school doctor shook his head, thinking to himself, he was still a child after all.

"Don't mess around next time."

Exactly the same name, exactly the same face, what the **** is going on?

Jing Ji digested it for a while, and just then suppressed the confusion and doubts in his heart, and thanked the school doctor seriously: "I see, thank you."

Ying Jiao had almost slowed down now, and when he heard Jing Ji's answer, he opened his eyes in surprise.

When did this little pervert become so polite?

He shouldn't be as usual, with a gloomy face and say: What is your business?

Ying Jiao took a sip of water and lowered his eyes to hide the doubts in his eyes.

"I'll wipe your arm for you." Jing Ji didn't actually want to get in touch with Yingjiao, but firstly, the blood stains were rubbed up on his own, secondly, he sent Buddha to the west, ninety-nine steps ahead. Go, not less than the last step.

Ying Jiao stretched out his arm when he heard the words.

Jing Ji's strength was neither too light nor too heavy, and it was just right. Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes comfortably and suddenly smiled.

Jing Ji looked up at him, as if asking him what he was laughing at.

"Okay, little brother, the routine is quite slippery."

Jing Ji had an unsure look on his face.

"Did you think about this scene when you rubbed the blood on me?" Ying Jiao hooked his lips: "I interviewed, after a year of chasing, how does it feel to finally touch the arm of your sweetheart?"

Jing Ji: "…"

Jing Ji tucked his arms back into the quilt with an indifferent face, stood up and stayed away from him, without answering the question.

"I'm going back."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was past three o'clock in the afternoon. He also has to go out to dye his hair and cut his hair. I don't know how long it will take. It will be bad if the evening self-study is delayed.

In front of Teacher Liu, it is one thing, and more is what Jing Ji wants to do.

When he suddenly entered the novel, no matter how calm and restrained he showed, there was no real feeling in his heart.

Jing Ji urgently needs to do a few questions to calm down.

Nothing gave him security except math.

Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "Go back?"

Jing Ci hummed: "You can't be late for the evening self-study."

Yingjiao was annoyed by him. A person who sleeps in class every day and even gives blank papers in exams, told him that he should honestly study at night?

tease him.

"Wait a minute." Ying Jiao put down the paper cup, took a Band-Aid from the table, and beckoned Jing Ji to come over.

Jing Ji hesitated for a while, but still walked to his bedside: "Is there anything else?"

"Today's matter," Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ji's collar, forcing him to bend down, put the Band-Aid on Jing Ji's mouth slowly, and patted it twice: "It's rotten in my heart, I understand. Is it?"

When he had a cold face, those long and narrow eyes were dark, and the whole person was enveloped in a dangerous and extremely dangerous aura, like a large beast hunting in the jungle.

Shady, cruel.

Jing Ji was not afraid of him.

If he had the ability to beat himself, he dared to perform bloodletting for him on the spot.

"Speak well, what do you need to do?" Jing Ji angrily tore off the Band-Aid on his mouth, "I didn't say I wouldn't agree to you."

Ying Jiao tapped the bed surface lightly, and now he really felt that this little pervert was a different person.

In the past, as long as he frowned, Jing Ji would hide away, let alone face him. And... according to his determination to live and die for himself, how could this reaction be possible when he had the opportunity to contact him.

"Oh?" Ying Jiao suddenly became interested, he sat up, looked at Jing Ji, and said with a half-smile, "Why should I trust you?"

Jing Ji felt that he was questioning his character, and said coldly: "My mouth is tight."

Ying Jiao leaned on the head of the bed and looked at Jing Ji.

The perverted eyelashes are thick and slender, the eye shape is slightly longer, and it looks very glamorous when not smiling. But at this time, he looked at himself dissatisfiedly, the water in those black eyes was gleaming, and for some reason, the coldness was inexplicably vented, and it even looked a little soft, which made people especially want to Bully.

As for his highly marketed mouth...

Yingjiao's eyes rolled around on his naturally rosy lips, he suddenly smiled, and said meaningfully: "How tight?"

The author has something to say: Small Theater, Yingjiao: To be reasonable, I, a school tyrant who has played invincible all over the campus, actually fainted? !

Lian Dashuo: Well, so you also have a nickname, Jiaojiao.

Winning: …………