Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

On the LCD monitor hanging on the wall of the box, a song with an exciting melody happened to be changed. The two boys holding the wheat tied their hands, raised their necks, roared passionately, and were very devoted.

Others who played Truth or Dare were also staring at the beer bottles spinning on the coffee table, and no one paid attention to the corner where Jing Ji and Ying Jiao were sitting.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and his face instantly turned red.

Ying Jiao smiled, put his head on his shoulder lazily, and looked up at him: "Why don't you answer when I'm talking to you? Do you want me to say it again?"

The ends of his hair rubbed lightly against the skin of the neck socket, causing a tingling itch. Jing Ji's body trembled, and he reached out to push Yingjiao, but he forgot that he was still holding soy milk in his hand. He opened his fingers and the soy milk bottle fell onto the sofa.

Jing Ji hurriedly reached out and lifted the bottle, only to find that the soy milk had run out.

His hands trembled slightly, trying to stay away from Yingjiao, but to his left was the edge of the sofa, and there was nowhere to move.

Jing Ji exhaled softly, tried to calm his turbulent heartbeat, and said coldly, "Move to the side."

Yingjiao's eyes rolled around his flushed cheeks, smiled, moved intentionally, and didn't try to tease him again.

He reached out and took the empty bottle in Jing Ji's hand, called the waiter, and gave him a new bottle.

In the next time, Jing Ji was a little absent-minded. He no longer participated in the game of truth and adventure, but held a bottle of soy milk in the corner, taking a sip occasionally, and occasionally in a daze.

At ten o'clock, the girls left one after another.

The boys haven't had enough fun, and several people suggested that they should just stay all night. He Porridge didn't want to go home either, otherwise his mother would grab him and ask him about his studies, so he simply agreed and went to the front desk to continue the time.

After drinking another bottle of soy milk, Jing Ji had completely sorted out his emotions, and he could no longer see anything strange on his face. He looked down at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Jing Ji paid great attention to rest and eye protection. When the bell rang every day at eleven o'clock, he would definitely go to bed. Lying on the bed with a flashlight and reading something, it didn't exist for him at all.

He was already a little sleepy by now, but seeing that everyone else was in high spirits, he was embarrassed to close his eyes to sleep.

Quietly holding back the yawn that came to his mouth, Jing Ji raised his finger and rubbed his eyes, silently reciting the mathematical formula in his heart, in order to make himself awake.

Ying Jiao has been watching him with out of the corner of the eye, and he saw his small movements at the first time.

He turned slightly sideways, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to the group——

[Pride]: You guys are playing, Jing Ji and I will go first.

He Congee was drinking Coke when he felt the phone vibrate, took it out and almost spit it out.

Is it finally coming?

He Conge hesitated for a moment, considered the words, and sent a message——

[Uncle He Family]: You and Jing Ji? You go home, and Jing Ji also goes home?

[Pride]: No, it was me and Jing Ji who went home together.

【Peng Chengcheng】：…

[Uncle He Family]: You... tell the truth, is it because I think too much, or do you have some impure plans in your heart?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, are you serious?

Yingjiao sneered, picked up his jacket with one hand, and typed with the other—

【Pride】: Eat more walnuts and less lust.

[Pride]: Go.

[Uncle He Family]: Are you sure you won't be wild, doing something high in the dark and windy night is not a human thing?

【arrogant】:……

【Pride】: Go away.

Ying Jiao put the phone in his pocket and pushed Jing Ji, whose eyes were about to close: "Let's go, go back to sleep with brother."

Jing Ji was shocked and raised his head to look at him.

"No," Ying Jiao said helplessly, "I mean, let's find a place to sleep."

It still seems a little wrong.

Yingjiao snorted in his heart and smiled: "In short, just go to sleep, you understand?"

He is a prostitute and sees prostitution. In fact, Jing Ji didn't think much of it at all.

Jing Ji gathered up the school uniform on his body, shook his head and said, "I'm not sleepy, no need."

"Aren't you sleepy?" Yingjiao laughed, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, not sleepy.

"Let's go." Ying Jiao grabbed his wrist and pulled him to stand up.

A room of people suddenly looked at them.

Yingjiao smiled at them: "I have something to do at home and I have to go back. By the way, I took Jing Ji away. You guys have fun."

Several boys nodded one after another—

"It's okay, it's okay, Brother Jiao, do it yourself."

"That's it! Let's continue singing!"

"Bye bye brother proud! Bye bye Jingci!"

Ying Jiao took Jing Ji and walked out of the box all the way.

Jing Ji didn't want to tug at him in front of his classmates, and waited until the box door was closed before breaking free of his hand.

"I'm not going back," Jing Ji lowered his eyes slightly: "I'm going to spend the night with them tonight."

Ying Jiao put his hand around his shoulder and walked forward with him: "What are you going to do all night, but tomorrow? Let's go and stay at my house for one night."

"No." Jing Ji was short and got out from under Yingjiao's arm. He refused, with a firm tone: "Go back, be careful, I'm in."

Ying Jiao looked at his back, sighed in his heart, and roughly understood what he was thinking.

Jing Ji looks easy-going, but in fact, he is a person who pulls the distance between himself and other people very far. Going to other people's houses to sleep is too intimate for him.

"Don't go to my house," Yingjiao caught up with him in two steps: "Can we find a hotel?"

He dragged Jing Ji out: "If you don't sleep tonight, you will have no energy tomorrow. It will be the math league soon. If you waste a day, you will lose a day."

Jing Ji was about to push his hand away for a moment.

Yingjiao continued: "Sleep well tonight and keep your spirits up. Let's go back to school for self-study tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

"Wait first," Jing Ji patted the back of his hand, motioning him to let go.

Still don't agree?

Yingjiao is dumbfounded, why is this temper so stubborn.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard Jing Ji say, "My schoolbag is still in the box."

Yingjiao immediately understood that he agreed.

"Wait for me here, don't run around." Ying Jiao raised his hand and pulled up the zipper of the school uniform: "I'll go in and get it for you."

It was almost half past eleven when the two came out of ktv.

For the first time sleeping with Jing Ji, Ying Jiao wanted to find a hotel with a better environment. If not five stars, at least four stars.

However, there is no such high-level place around the school at all. There are only small hotels with colorful lanterns erected, and it is almost blinding to look at them.

Ying Jiao walked around the road with Jing Ji, but couldn't find a star-rated hotel, so he could only helplessly pick a house and walked in, and asked for a twin room.

"What's the smell?" As soon as Yingjiao entered the door, he frowned. He turned to Jing Ji: "Did you smell it?"

"You..." Jing Ji looked at him and hesitated.

"What's up?"

"Isn't your house nearby?" Jing Ji opened a small slit in the window and used ventilation to let out the musty smell in the room, and asked Yingjiao, "Aren't you going home?"

Just when he was at the front desk, he wanted to ask, but why Yingjiao was too fast. When he reacted, the two had already entered the door.

Win arrogant: "..."

Oops, careless.

Jing Ji turned on the bedside lamp, put the schoolbag upright on the bedside table, turned to Yingjiao and said, "Is something wrong at your house? It's almost twelve o'clock now."

"Then what..." Ying Jiao said vaguely, "It's okay."

Then quickly changed the subject: "Do you have a change of clothes?"

When he asked this, Jing Ji remembered that he had nothing to change after taking a bath.

"Wait for me," Yingjiao turned around, took a room card and put it in his pocket: "I just saw a convenience store nearby."

Without waiting for Jing Ji to answer, he hurried out the door.

The convenience store is downstairs and is still open 24 hours a day. In less than five minutes, Yingjiao came back with a plastic bag.

"Yours." He put his things on the bed, took out a blue packaging bag from the plastic bag, and threw it to Jing Ji: "Go take a shower."

Jing Ji caught it and saw that it was a pack of disposable underwear.

His cheeks were hot, and he didn't even bother to ask why Yingjiao didn't go home. He hurried into the bathroom, and when the door closed, the soles of his feet slipped.

Ying Jiao couldn't help laughing, until he heard the sound of water splashing in his ears, and then he went out with a cigarette.

In view of the previous experience, he didn't dare to stay in the house, if he couldn't control it and scared Jing Ji away, it would be broken.

Yingjiao stood in the corridor smoking a cigarette, then sat on the sofa at the front desk and played with his phone for a while. Guessing that Jing Ji was almost done, he returned to his room.

His timing was just right, Jing Ji just finished washing, and was wiping his hair with a towel. Seeing him, the movement on his hand stopped, and he turned slightly: "I've washed it."

"Okay, then I'll go." Yingjiao took out another pack of disposable underwear in the plastic bag, turned around and went into the bathroom.

Jing Ji looked at the blue packaging bag he had opened, and just wanted to hold back his face and ask him why he bought two bags. Suddenly remembering the conversation at Yingjiao's house that day, he was silent for a moment, then pursed his lower lip angrily, and quickly tucked the bag of underwear into the innermost part of his schoolbag.

When Ying Jiao came out, Jing Ji's hair had already been blown dry, so he handed the hairdryer to him: "Here."

The most impatient thing Yingjiao did was blow his hair, but the person who handed the hair dryer was Jing Ji, so that's another story.

He turned on the hot air at the highest setting, blew it twice, and when he felt that the hair was no longer dripping, he turned off the hairdryer.

"Go to sleep." Ying Jiao hung the towel on the hanger and smiled at Jing Ji: "I'm sleepy early."

Jing Ji was startled: "How do you know?"

Ying Jiao pointed to his eyes: "I see."

With that said, he walked to the door and turned off the headlights above his head, leaving only two bedside lamps.

The room suddenly became dark, Jing Ji lifted the quilt, and was about to burrow into the quilt, Ying Jiao suddenly said, "Do you have any special sleeping habits?"

When Jing Ji heard this, he turned his head suspiciously: "Huh?"

He thought that Yingjiao was worried about his bad habits, and seriously promised: "Don't worry, I don't snore when I sleep."

Yingjiao didn't hold back Yile: "Who asked you this?"

He paused for a moment and said very naturally: "I'm asking if you have the habit of sleeping naked."

Yingjiao looked at Jingci: "If you have any, you can do whatever you want, I don't mind at all."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji slumped into the quilt angrily, and said dully after a few seconds, "I didn't."

Yingjiao smiled and continued: "You see that I am so generous, shouldn't you be more generous? Can I sleep naked?"

The group on the bed that was adjusting their posture froze immediately, and a few seconds later, Jing Ji stretched out a hand from the quilt and turned off the bedside lamp with a snap.

Ying Jiao teased some scenes, and was in a good mood. He took off his shoes and went to bed. He was about to turn off the lights when a loud sound of bed calling suddenly came from next door.

The tone was so high and the tone was so intense that Yingjiao once thought that someone had been beaten.

Win arrogant: "..."

Ying Jiao coughed and asked Jing Ji, "Did you hear anything?"

Jing Ci had never seen the film, and when he heard such a live version, he was still with Ying Jiao, and he was embarrassed and shy, and almost didn't get burned.

He nodded stiffly: "I heard."

Yingjiao frowned, and couldn't help but utter a foul language: "Fuck, what kind of broken hotel is this, isn't it soundproof?"

Not only them, but other rooms also heard the sound.

After a while, coughing and heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor, apparently reminding the man and woman to restrain themselves.

However, it's okay not to remind, this reminder, the next door screamed louder.

Jing Ji's face was so red that he was about to bleed.

He got up and tore a small piece of rolled paper, crumpled it into a round ball, and stuffed one in his ear. Seeing Yingjiao looking over, he embarrassedly said, "You... do you want too?"

Knowing that this kind of thing would happen, he would rather lay a floor in the ktv box.

"Don't mess with this stuff," Yingjiao rolled over and got out of bed, and took out the toilet paper in his ear: "It's not good for the ear, don't worry, brother has a way."

He hummed, picked up the phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

From childhood to adulthood, except for Jing Ji, no one could let him endure, not to mention that he deliberately disturbed the people like this.

With Yingjiao's temper, Jing Ji doubted that he could knock on the door directly, then smile and let people do things quietly.

He hurriedly got out of bed to stop him: "Don't go, let's bear it..."

"Don't worry." Yingjiao opened a music software, typed in the search box, and said, "Don't look down on brother, do you still need to go out to treat them?"

He stood at the door, turned the phone to full volume, and clicked the play button.

A second later, a crisp child's voice resounded throughout the third floor——

"What's your father's name?

Dad's dad is called Grandpa.

What's the name of mom and dad?

Mom and Dad are called Grandma.

What is the name of father's brother?

Dad's older brother is called Uncle. "

………………

Just now, the arrogant bed screams that others had used countless methods, but couldn't stop it, came to an abrupt end.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: To be honest, in fact, I have always had the habit of sleeping naked. If you don’t believe me, I will show it to you.