Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

When Jing Ji returned to the dormitory, it was exactly 10:40, and the lights in the dormitory had not been turned off.

Li Zhou was lying on the bed playing games with Erlang's legs crossed, when he heard the movement, he looked back and said, "Have you come back from self-study?"

Jing Ji replied vaguely: "Well."

"You Xueba are really not human." Li Zhou just put down his mobile phone and complained: "This way, you can sit still in the classroom." Now, Wu Weicheng came to see you before, and it seems that he has a question for you."

"Huh?" Jing Ji was taking off his jacket for a while, and then pulled the zipper back up again: "Then I'll go take a look."

"Hey?!" Li Zhou wanted to stop him and tell him that he had sent Wu Weicheng a WeChat message saying that he was back, but He Jingci left so fast that he didn't hear him at all.

"Why does he feel a little excited today..." Li Zhou scratched his head and mumbled in confusion.

Ten minutes later, Jing Ji came back. After taking the time to wash up in the water room, I sat on the edge of the bed and wiped my hair.

Li Zhou stretched his head over the railing and asked him, "Are you going to wait until twelve o'clock today?"

Jing Ji tilted his head to look at him: "What are you doing?"

"Eat Ping An fruit!" Li Zhou pointed to the apple on the table and laughed: "It will not be effective until twelve o'clock."

"Really?" This was the first time Jing Ji heard such a statement. He put down the towel, took out the red-packaged Ping An Fruit from his schoolbag, and held it in his palm to examine it carefully.

It does seem to be different from other packaging.

It's red and very cute, ah, there are bright little stars on the side...

"What are you laughing at yourself?" Li Zhou leaned over, looked at his face, looked at the Ping An fruit in his hand, and fiddled with the packaging box, wondering, "Isn't it just an ordinary apple? What kind of coke is there? of?"

Jing Ji touched his face subconsciously: "Am I smiling?"

Li Zhou rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the mirror beside the bed and faced him: "See for yourself."

He looked at Jing Ji's face carefully: "Why are you in such a good mood today?"

The cancellation of the extra points for the Olympiad in the college entrance examination is such a big deal, it is of course impossible for the seventh class to not know. Afraid that Jing Ci would feel uncomfortable in their hearts, they all agreed not to mention it.

Li Zhou is both a classmate and a roommate of Jing Ci, and he spends much more time with Jing Ci than others, so he pays extra attention.

Unexpectedly, Jing Ji not only didn't care at all, but he didn't know why he was quite happy.

Jing Ji stared blankly ahead.

In the mirror, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, his eyes were full of smiles, and at a glance, he knew that he was in a good mood.

Li Zhou put down the mirror: "See it, what good things are there to share."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and carefully unpacked the Pingguo: "It's New Year's Day holiday soon."

"That's all?" Li Zhou snorted: "Isn't it just three days? Besides, the final exam will be taken soon after the release. Ah, no, you Xueba are not afraid of exams."

Jing Ji smiled and didn't speak, and stood up with the apple: "I'm going to wash the apple, can I help you by the way?"

"No, let's go together." Li Zhou grabbed a Ping An fruit, tore open the package, and threw it into the trash can, and went out with Jing Ji: "Anyway, I have to wait until zero o'clock. "

Without waiting for Jing Ji to speak, he smiled and said, "I know you won't wait. Go to bed at eleven o'clock, right? I know better than anyone else."

Jing Ji, who was determined by him that he would not wait until zero o'clock, that night, he relied on the alarm clock on his mobile phone to wake him up. Blindfolded, he touched the pillow, touched the apple, and took a bite.

In the darkness, Li Zhou was startled when he heard the sound, raised his mobile phone and took a picture here, and saw Jing Ji's sleepy eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was still nibbling on the apple, and suddenly laughed: "As for the you?"

"Didn't you say that eating efficacies at zero o'clock," Jing Ji swallowed the pulp in his mouth, his voice was slightly nasal, it sounded softer than usual: "I will try."

Li Zhou took a bite of the apple and asked curiously, "What do you wish for? You care so much? Go to Tsinghua University or Peking University?"

Jing Ji chewed and didn't speak.

The phone that was in his hand dinged, Jing Ji rubbed his eyes, and when his eyes gradually got used to the light of the screen, he picked up the phone. It was news from Yingjiao—

[Pride]: Merry Christmas.

Jing Ji changed the apple to his left hand, typed with his right hand, and even his fingertips jumped happily—

【King】: Merry Christmas.

A few days after Christmas is New Year's Day.

The provincial experimental high school has three days off for the first and second year, and the third year has two days less, and only the first day will be off.

Fake Ying Jiao at the end of the month can use a small trick to keep Jing Ji from going home, but it is impossible on New Year's Day.

Yingjiao couldn't rest assured, and when there was a lot of noise in the classroom and no one could hear their conversation, he asked Jingji, "When are you going back to school?"

Jing Ji originally wanted to stay at school on the 30th and 31st with the senior three students, and wait until the 1st to go back.

But Father Jing called him last night and emphasized that he should go home as soon as he was on vacation. Said that relatives at home had a party on New Year's Day, and asked him to be present.

Jing Ji calculated the time and replied, "Let's afternoon on the 1st."

Yingjiao frowned slightly: "Not at school two days ago?"

"Well, I have to go home this time."

"If..." Ying Jiao considered the words and tried to be euphemistic: "Call me if you have anything, you know?"

He looked at Jing Ji and said with a chuckle: "I know you don't want to trouble others, but am I someone else? We have hugged and kissed, and Lao Liu has admitted our relationship. That's it. You're still meeting me, so it's a bit unreasonable, right?"

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot when he said it. He wanted to refute but was afraid that he would not be able to tell him. Instead, he was circled in and nodded randomly: "Well."

"Keep your phone with you at all times," Ying Jiao said again, "I want to return the message I sent you as soon as I see it."

Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay."

After school on the 29th, Jing Ji stepped on the bus home for the second time and knocked on the door of Jing's house.

This time, Jing Miao, who came to open the door, saw Jing Ji, and he complained with a gloomy face: "I won't come back early after school, the whole family is waiting for you to eat, so you are embarrassed."

Jing Ji only regarded him as air, changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

Father Jing coughed, put down the financial magazine in his hand, and wanted to smile at Jing Ci, but after several attempts, he felt uncomfortable, so he simply kept the same: "Eat."

Zhao Jinfeng's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes, so he put the dish on the dining table heavily.

Father Jing glanced at her, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

It is estimated that Father Jing had specially explained the dinner, and it was very rich. With fish, meat and vegetables, it was the best meal Jing Ji had ever had.

But the people at the same table were either sullen, or they threw their chopsticks and knocked on the bowl.

After finally filling his stomach, Jing Ji was about to return to his room when he was stopped by Jing's father.

Father Jing sat on the sofa with a cup of Xiaoshi tea and asked Jing Ji, "How was your competition?"

Jing Ji said lightly: "The results haven't come out yet."

"You won't make an estimate if you haven't come out? Don't you know how well you did in the exam?" Jing's father frowned: "Don't confuse me with that. Did you fail the exam or something? Are you sure you can get extra points in the college entrance exam?"

Jing Ji looked at him mockingly, and his heart was calm: "The Ministry of Education has issued a document a few days ago to notify that starting from next year, the college entrance examination Olympiad will no longer be awarded points."

"What?" Father Jing suddenly stood up, and his excitement was comparable to that of a high school senior who won the Mathematical Olympiad Award: "If you don't add it, you won't add it? What about your extra points?"

Jing Ji didn't want to communicate with him any more, and said, "I don't need extra points." He raised his foot and left.

Jing's father endured and endured, but he still didn't hold back the fire, and said angrily: "You are crazy and don't know what your surname is, right? You don't need extra points?! Without extra points, what guarantee do you have to be the first? one?"

He looked at Jing Ji and scolded: "You come back to me, where are you going?! Miaomiao has questions to ask you later."

Other scenes can be tolerated, after all, the person in front of him is the father of this body. He would never accept that he was asked to tutor Jing Miao.

"If there is a problem, let him save it and go to the school to ask the teacher," Jing Ji turned back and looked at Jing's father expressionlessly: "If it's not enough, find a tutor."

"You..." Father Jing pointed at him, just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Jing Ci: "How to learn in the past, how to learn now, let me teach him?"

Jing Ji raised his lips coldly, and glanced at Zhao Jinfeng, who was gloating next to him: "Aren't you afraid that the one I tutored for him won't even get into high school?"

Looking at Zhao Jinfeng's instantly vigilant eyes, Jing Ji knew that Jing's father would not mention this to him again in the future.

Sure enough, when he closed the door of the room, Father Jing wanted to say a few more words, but Zhao Jinfeng persuaded him to go back.

Jing Ji sat on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

He suddenly felt a little distressed for the original owner. With such a family of origin, his rebelliousness seemed to be justifiable.

Jing Ji decided that no matter what vacations are taken in the future, he can stay at school as much as possible. Even if Father Jing said that the flowers were coming, he would never come back to find the guilt.

In this case, it would be inconvenient to keep the clothes that I need to wear every day in the Jing's house. It is better to take them all to the dormitory, so that I have to come back to get them when I need to wear them.

Jing Ji's dormitory is a standard six-person room, but so far only he and Li Zhou have lived there. It is estimated that there will be no more people in the future. Most of the cabinets are empty, so putting a few clothes will definitely not be a problem.

When Jing Ji thought of it, he did it, put the schoolbag on the bedside, opened the closet and started to organize the clothes to be brought to school.

He found a large bag at the top of the cabinet, folded a few coats and put them in, then went to get the sweaters. Just as he held the corner of his clothes and lifted it up, a hard leather book suddenly fell out of the sweater.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, then bent down and picked up the book.

Hidden in such a secret place, obviously he doesn't want to be seen by others. Jing Ji guessed that this should be the original owner's diary.

He has no memory of the original owner, and there are not many descriptions of the original owner in the novel, so he does not know what kind of person the original owner is.

It's strange to say that Jing Ji has been wearing it for so long, and he has never seen the original owner's font.

The original owner has a very paranoid personality. He never does homework in school. Even the exams are handed in blank papers. No matter what Teacher Liu says, he will not change it.

Maybe after reading the diary, I may understand a little of the original owner's thoughts.

Jing Ji thought, and opened the diary in his hand.

Jing Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heartbeat began to speed up.

On the light yellow paper, some thoughts of the original owner were not recorded as he imagined. From beginning to end, Yingjiao's name is written.

However, what shocked Jing Ji was not the original owner's obsession with Yingjiao, but his small writing habit——

When writing the word "win", the original owner appeared a small circle in the word "month" in the lower left corner because of the consecutive strokes.

Although the original owner's handwriting is completely different from his, but only in this point, it is exactly the same.

Jing Ji squeezed the diary tightly, and the whole figure seemed to be trapped in a fog.

Is it really possible for two people in this world to have exactly the same name, appearance, and even writing habits?

What is his relationship with the original owner?

He came here, what about the original owner? Did he disappear or go to his world?

wrong? !

Jing Ji's back suddenly froze. How did this novel appear on his mobile phone? He couldn't even remember it at all.

He only remembered that when he turned on his mobile phone one day, there was suddenly such a novel in it. It happened that he was finishing the college entrance examination at the time, and he relaxed for a while, and read it along.

But why had he never thought about this question before, not even had doubts?

One question after another came up, Jing Ji took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.

He can't figure it out for the time being, but it doesn't matter, take your time, the truth will come out one day.

Don't know why, at this moment. He suddenly had a hunch: as long as he solved the problem that would cause headaches when he saw Qiao Anyan, other problems would also be solved.

Jing Ci calmed down for a moment, put the diary deep in the cabinet, and didn't look at it again. Just as I was about to continue packing my clothes, my phone suddenly vibrated. When he picked it up, it was Yingjiao's message.

[Pride]: Are you finished eating?

Jing Ji unlocked the phone and replied to him——

[Jing]: Well, after eating, have you eaten yet?

[Pride]: I'm eating, with He Porridge and the others.

[Pride]: This Japanese food store is okay, I will bring you [photo] [photo] next time.

The layout of the Japanese food store is good, not to mention that there are many things to win, so of course I have to choose a place that is tall and high.

Jing Ji enlarged the picture and looked at it, typing in amazement——

[King]: It looks good.

Ying Jiao put an arctic shell into his mouth, and when he saw Jing Ji's reply, a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

Ying Jiao put down his chopsticks, and while chatting with Jing Ji, he had already started to think in his heart, how to kidnap him tomorrow and bring him to have a meal.

He Conge and a few people couldn't help rolling their eyes when they saw that he was addicted to chatting and couldn't help himself. Don't think about it, this is almost a flower of laughter, and the object of the chat must be Jing Ji.

A few people didn't want to care about him, so he wouldn't fuss, but who would be willing to take ton after ton of dog food? It looks like you're in a hurry, right? !

Zheng Que was the first to be unbearable. He stood up and knocked the bowl in front of Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, can you be normal?"

Ying Jiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

Zheng Que was speechless: "No, you two stick together every day, what's there to talk about? I've been chasing people recently, am I like you?"

Yingjiao said indifferently, "Oh, so you were rejected."

Zheng Que: "..."

Ying Jiao glanced at the WeChat interface, saw no new news, raised his eyes and looked at him: "I found that you guys are very lenient. I cried and shouted before because I was afraid that Jing Ji and I would applaud for love. Can't you type for my love?"

He Congee, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: "…………"

Zheng Que's body shook uncontrollably. He wiped his face and surrendered completely: "No one hinders your love, please... just hit whatever you want."

The author has something to say: Those who have read my love book may know that I am more willing to write with cause and effect.

So it is not accidental that it is not accidental that Jing Ji is dropped by 8 as soon as he arrives, and it is not accidental that Brother Jiao quickly develops a favorable impression of him~

Desperately holding down the claw I want to spoil...

Brother Jiao: Chatting with Jing Ji = typing for love.