Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and glanced at it, and when he saw it was Jing Ji, he turned around immediately: "Why are you coming back at this time, what happened?"

"It's okay," Jing Ji pulled out his chair and sat down, took a math workbook from the bookshelf, and said while flipping: "The competition is coming, Teacher Zhao wants us to relax."

Ying Jiao nodded thoughtfully, his eyes fell on the tip of his fast-moving pen, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Once Jing Ji is in a bad mood, he will put other subjects aside and frantically brush math problems to vent.

Did something just happen in the competition class?

Yingjiao shook his head and quickly denied his idea. In addition to beating his head, Jing Ji usually doesn't get angry about other things.

why? It will be fine for dinner tomorrow.

He was thinking about it when he saw Jing Ji take out his mobile phone with a blank expression, and put it directly in the hole of the table without looking at it.

On the flashing phone screen, Yingjiao caught a glimpse of a series of new WeChat messages.

The only people who can contact Jing Ji on WeChat are the Jing family members except for the seventh class.

If it was the seventh class, Jing Ci would definitely not have this attitude. So, what did the Jing family do to make Jing Ci feel uncomfortable?

Yingjiao raised his head and glanced at the wall clock. The two evening self-study sessions of the provincial experiment were a big class break. There was a 20-minute break, and now it's only two minutes after class.

Jing Ji hid his thoughts deeply, and the result of asking directly was to be diverted from the topic by him, and he didn't understand anything at all.

Yingjiao organized the language in his mind, leaned over to Jing Ji and asked, "What about the question?"

Jing Ci hummed, the nib kept on, and wrote the answer to a multiple-choice question in parentheses.

"Your school uniform is still at my house," Yingjiao said casually, playing with the water-based pen in his hand, "I don't have a place to put the exam in these two days. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"No hurry." Jing Ji finally stopped writing, turned his head and said, "I have three sets of school uniforms, enough to change and wash."

Xu is that the original owner is too lazy to wash clothes all the time. Everyone else has two sets of school uniforms, but he has three sets.

"No hurry." Ying Jiao repeated these two words, and suddenly smiled: "Little classmate, I found that you understand it quite well."

Jing Ji didn't understand: "What?"

Yingjiao leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said meaningfully: "I put your clothes in my house, I will think of you when I see them..."

He paused and smiled: "So whether you are going to school or after school, you want me to think about you all the time?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Jing Ji's cheeks became hot, and he almost threw the pen in his hand: "I didn't!"

"Oh," Yingjiao propped his chin with one hand and looked at him sideways with a smile: "That's my self-love, it seems that I have to continue to work hard."

Jing Ji calmed down and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. He lowered his head and was about to continue to do the question, but found that he was making fun of him, and he felt a lot better.

Ying Jiao carefully observed his expression from the corner of his eye, guessing that he had almost forgotten all those messes at this moment, and began to get to the point: "By the way, do you remember the fight between the two of us in the toilet that time? ?"

Jing Ji put down his pen, closed the exercise book, and nodded: "Remember."

Yingjiao continued: "Did it feel good to use a mop to harass people that time?"

The hatred that hit the head will never be forgotten in a lifetime, Jing Ji said coldly: "I should have scolded a few more times at that time."

Yingjiao smiled: "Indeed, but brother has already avenged you."

The expression on Jing Ji's face changed: "You went to fight again?"

"Where, am I that kind of person?" Ying Jiao got closer to Jing Ji and lowered his voice: "I later found out that someone gave Li Shi money and deliberately asked him to come to trouble me, so I took them away. Had a meal together."

Jing Ji was shocked: "Who is it?"

Yingjiao didn't even hesitate, and said naturally, "My dad's illegitimate son."

Jing Ji's eyes were stagnant, and he suddenly began to regret his talkativeness.

"It's okay," Ying Jiao saw what he was thinking, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "No one else can know, but you can."

Jing Ji didn't know how to comfort him, and no one had ever told him this kind of privacy before.

After holding it for a long time, he looked around vigilantly, and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he patted Yingjiao's forearm a little stiffly, and whispered: "You... don't be sad, if you need it, you can always Tell me, my mouth is tight."

"My mouth is tight."

This is the second time Jing Ji has said this to him.

The first time, Yingjiao didn't take it seriously at all, just teased him with a playful mind, and replied without respect: "How tight?"

And now-

Ying Jiao looked at Shang Jingci's serious eyes, and his heart was a soft mess.

He was obviously in a bad mood, but after hearing about him, he comforted him in turn.

How could he not like such a good speech.

Yingjiao closed his eyes, suppressed the surging emotions in his chest, and said indifferently: "What's so sad, I haven't felt it for a long time."

He looked down at Jing Ji, took his hand and raised it slightly, touched his head gently, and said softly: "Everyone has a piece of shit, don't be sad about those disgusting things. When there is a chance, Just shovel them out and throw them in the trash."

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted. The reason why Ying Jiao came to tease him tonight, and even took the initiative to mention the bad things in his family to him, was actually to pave the way for the last sentence.

"You..." Jing Ji opened his mouth, only to realize that his throat was tight and he was almost speechless. His heart was almost hot, and after a long while of calming down, he said with difficulty: "You... how did you know?"

Ying Jiao heard the words and chuckled: "What is the relationship between us, can I not see it?"

Jing Ji subconsciously took his words: "What does it matter?"

classmate? Deskmate?

Ying Jiao looked down at him, met his gaze, and suddenly licked his lower lip: "We gave each other their first kiss."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then his cheeks blushed.

The author has something to say: Jingjing's character requires a thick-skinned and coquettish person like Brother Jiao, who has been actively teasing her with perseverance.

If you change someone, the ending is estimated to be a painless classmate record.