The emotion in Jing Ji's heart disappeared in an instant, and he glared at Ying Jiao with a blushing face: "You, don't talk nonsense!"

Yingjiao looked at him in surprise: "When did I talk nonsense? It seems that you forgot. Come, come, brother, help you recall."

"It was dark and windy that night, and the lights in the box were flickering. Under the gaze of more than 20 people in the class, I pressed you onto the sofa..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was smashed by a workbook.

Jing Ji couldn't bear it anymore, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"

Yingjiao easily blocked the workbook, held it in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Wow, I won't recognize you if you kiss it, little classmate, are you so scumbag?"

Jing Ci suffocated: "We have no, no kiss!"

"Just kidding," Yingjiao threw the exercise book on the table and turned around: "At that time, more than half of the class could testify. You said that there is no kiss without kissing?"

As he spoke, he reached out and knocked on the table behind He Congee: "Old He, I want to ask you something, the day we had dinner..."

Before the following words could be said, Jing Ji covered his mouth with his hands.

He Conge was playing games head-to-head with Peng Chengcheng, and saw the postures of the two of them. He lowered his head again with a blank face, grabbed a copy of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and stood up, blocking his face, making a do not disturb look.

However, his face was too big for the pages to cover. From Yingjiao's point of view, you can even clearly see the corners of his twitching mouth...

"Huh?" Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ji's wrist, pulled his hand down, looked at He Congee, and smiled: "Old He, I'm asking you about our dinner..."

"Don't ask!" Jing Ji's ears turned red, he tried his best to hold back the heat, and emphasized again in a low voice: "Don't ask!"

"How can you not ask a question of principle," Ying Jiao's face was not red or his heart was beating, his expression was very natural, and he was about to turn around again: "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

He paused for a while, and added: "It's not accurate to ask He Conge alone. Who else was there that day? Lao Zheng, Lao Peng, Wu Weicheng...you have to ask."

Jing Ji: "…"

Yingjiao looked at his blushing little face and smirked: "So are we kissing or not?"

Jing Ji took a deep breath, his face was so hot that he almost ignited spontaneously. He lowered his eyes and didn't look at Yingjiao, gritted his teeth and said, "Kiss, kiss."

"Really? Do you want to check again?"

Jing Ji closed his eyes, afraid that he would really ask, so he went out of his way: "Really! Kiss!"

Yingjiao was finally satisfied, rubbed his head and let him go.

Since sharing each other's secrets, the relationship between Jing Ji and Ying Jiao has become much closer than before.

In the past, almost all interactions between two people were Yingjiao's initiative. In addition to learning, Jing Ji rarely speaks to Ying Jiao.

But now, between classes, Jing Ji would occasionally chat with Ying Jiao, and he was molested by him, although he was still shy, but he was no longer angry. Even when Yingjiao smoked fiercely sometimes, Jing Ji would remind him.

"It smells great?" Yingjiao lowered his head and smelled it on himself: "Did it smoke you?"

"No, it doesn't taste good." Jing Ji put down the pen in his hand: "I saw it when you gave He Porridge a cigarette before."

Yesterday it was a whole box, and now the box is dented.

Yingjiao smiled: "Just these few days."

He is not addicted to smoking, but he was a little anxious after the results came out today. It's not good for the girls to find someone to talk to, so they can only hold back in their hearts, and then they use smoking to vent.

Yingjiao took out the cigarette case and wanted to smoke again.

Jing Ji glanced at him, Ying Jiao coughed, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, took a sip, and threw the cigarette into the hole in the table: "Don't worry, don't smoke."

Jing Ji's gaze stayed on his hand for a few seconds, then looked up at the time, there were still seven minutes before class, and if it was faster, there was still time...

He pushed away the chair and went out.

With Jing Ji not by his side, Ying Jiao was even more unsure. He looked around, and when he turned around, he wanted to find He Congee and the others to chat to divert his attention, but found that several people were gathered together, mumbling, not knowing what they were doing.

Yingjiao reached out and knocked on their desktop: "What are you looking at?"

"Cough, cough," He Conge thought it was Teacher Liu coming, so scared that he almost threw the phone out, patted his chest and said in horror, "My heart is about to be scared out of you. Nothing new, just go to the forum every day. "

Because it has been determined that the results will be released today, everyone is discussing it on the forum. Among them, there are the most posts about Jing Ci, and He Conge and the others also see this.

[Get the clear news, the red list will be posted later, waiting to see the ranking of Jingshen. 】

【What ranking are you waiting for? Unlike me, I just wait for the score. 】

【Ah ah ah, I met Jing Shen in the cafeteria this morning! He was in front of me when the plate was delivered. Seeing that I was holding a lot of things, he gave me a place directly! Is Jingshen a little different to me? 】

[...Don't make trouble upstairs, Jing Ji has always been like this, in our class, we have to let the girls first. 】

[Appeared, one of the three major illusions in this world: He likes me. Are you kidding me, girl? Hahahaha, it is impossible for Jing Ji to fall in love, absolutely not! Don't see how many girls' hearts died at the door of our seventh class. 】

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Who knows what kind of girl he likes? ? 】

[Upstairs caveman? 】

【The caveman? 】

【What happen to you guys? ...is there a question I'm asking? 】

[It is said that there is something indescribable between Jingshen and Yingjiao, um...]

[Pfft, it's fake. Don't be brainwashed by the brainwashing bag. Who is Yingjiao? If the two of them really have something, they won't spread the word. 】

【It seems to be...】

【Ah ah ah, no one is allowed to make rumors about my husband! ! Jing Ji is in my bed! 】

"Give me a look." Ying Jiao didn't bother to take the phone, so he stretched out his hand and said to He Congee.

He Conge remembered the shrieks of her husband and brother from Jing Ji's fangirls, fearing that Ying Jiao would get angry after watching it, so he subconsciously hid his phone behind his back, and said with a dry smile: "Just... just post it every day, there's nothing to watch. "

Yingjiao raised his eyebrows, he didn't want to see it that much at first, but He Congee concealed it, he still had to watch it.

Yingjiao stood up, pressed He Conge with one hand, grabbed the phone with the other, and looked down slowly.

The more he looked at him, the colder his face became, and He Conge was so frightened that he was terrified. He wiped the cold sweat on his head and said, "It's all nonsense, nonsense, don't look at it, Brother Jiao."

As he said that, he wanted to grab the phone back, but was avoided by Yingjiao.

He Conge was so anxious that he said in a low voice, "All girls are like this now. What do you call it? 'As long as my brother is handsome, I'll be here anytime'. Calling my husband, brother or something, is purely for admiring the face. no other meanings."

Ying Jiao frowned and raised his head: "What is pure admiration, do you mean that Jing Ci has no talent?"

He Congee: "…"

Is this the point now? !

He Conge took a deep breath: "Slip of the tongue."

"Then what... can you give me the phone?"

Yingjiao just had nowhere to vent, and this post just came up. He rolled up his sleeves, tapped the screen, and was about to log in to his account to actually fight: "Making rumors? I'll let them see today if Jing Ji and I are spreading rumors."

He Conge almost fainted, thinking about going out and grabbing the phone, Jing Ji came back.

Ying Jiao's hand moved for a while, and he buttoned the screen of his mobile phone. Just as he was about to ask where Jing Ci had gone, he saw Jing Ci took out a packet of coconut candy from his pocket.

He tore open the package, first distributed some to He Congee and Li Zhou, and finally turned to Yingjiao and put the rest on his table.

"For me?"

Jing Ji hummed lightly.

"Why do you suddenly think of going to buy candy?"

Jing Ji's answer was still very simple: "I want to eat."

"Want to eat?" Ying Jiao chuckled, glanced at his empty desktop, and nodded: "Well, I want to eat, so I didn't keep a piece for myself."

Jing Ji was stunned, looked down, and immediately realized his mistake.

Ying Jiao slowly peeled off a piece of candy and asked Jing Ji, "Bought it for me on purpose?"

Jing Ji's ears turned red, he was silent for a few seconds, and nodded slightly.

"Why did you buy this for me?" Ying Jiao stuffed the peeled candy into Jing Ji's mouth, rubbed his lips inadvertently with his fingers, and whispered, "You're sweet enough, you still need it. buy candy?"

Jing Ji used the tip of his tongue to put the candy aside, automatically blocking his ranting, and lowered his eyes and said, "I heard that it is better to eat a candy when you want to smoke."

Ying Jiao was stunned for a moment, and the smile in his eyes slowly overflowed.

What kind of luck did he have to meet such a big baby.

Yingjiao returned the mobile phone to He Congee, peeled off another piece of candy and contained it, only to feel that it was sweet to the heart.

Those people in the post can only make fun of it online.

The person who sits beside Jing Ji every day is him. He is the only one who can make Jing Ji buy candy in person.

After the third get out of class in the morning, Jing Ji went out to the toilet. Not long after he left, He Conge and several people came back shouting.

He Conge's body type made the door rattle, and the glass above shook several times. Yingjiao frowned, and was about to say a few words to him, when He Conge shouted excitedly: "The result is out! Our Jingji is still the first!"

The attention of the seventh class students was immediately attracted, and they gathered around and asked—

"How many points how many points?"

"Do you have the strength to crush those people in the super-normal class?"

"Where's the score? Did you see it?"

He Conge sighed, and the hearts of the seventh class students suddenly lifted.

Isn't this time Jing Ji has a higher score than the second one? No way?

He Conge lost the appetite of a group of people, and then said slowly: "Hey, I'm a step backward from last time. This time I only got 747 in the test, which is only 15 points higher than the second place Zhou Gao."

Seventh class: "..."

A group of people reacted and immediately beat He Porridge violently.

He Porridge burst out laughing and ran to Yingjiao's side panting: "Brother Jiao, your total score is 488!"

488, 88 points more than the last exam.

Ying Jiao finally let go of his heart, and he finally lived up to the notes that Jing Ji wrote so hard.

Zheng Que leaned on He Conge's shoulder, and bragged about the rainbow fart at Yingjiao: "Niubi is still my arrogant brother Niupi, doing one line is like one line!"

Peng Chengcheng also gave him a thumbs up.

He Porridge took a deep breath, but still couldn't believe that Yingjiao would improve so much. He pulled up a chair, sat next to Yingjiao, and asked, "Brother Jiao, how did you learn?"

Yingjiao stuffed a piece of coconut candy into his mouth, leaned back on the chair, and said, "This month, I have come to a realization..."

The three of He Conge pricked up their ears and listened to him attentively.

Yingjiao: "Only after working hard can you realize how important talent is."

He Congee Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."

Don't expect this old rascal to speak human words!

He Cong rolled his eyes at him, stood up and was about to leave, when he heard Ying Jiao say again: "Of course, it's not just talent."

He Congee sat down again, and finally he had to nod his face.

"what else?"

Ying Jiao glanced at Jing Ji's seat: "Jing Ji's life is good."

"What?" He Conge was confused by what he said, and he couldn't understand how winning a test could be related to Jing Ji Minghao.

He looked at Yingjiao with inexhaustible words: "No, brother Jiao, you can just say something else. Does this have anything to do with Jing Ji's fate? Don't talk nonsense."

Yingjiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "Why doesn't it matter?"

He Congee got on with him today, patted the table, stood up, and said loudly, "Then what does it have to do with what you said?"

Yingjiao chuckled: "Wangfu."

He Congee Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."

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