Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

On the playground in the distance, the voices were full of people.

The students who had held a whole self-study class gathered together in twos and threes to laugh and play, and from time to time there were excited screams.

The flower bed in the teaching building was quiet, as if the air had frozen.

Jing Ji widened his eyes suddenly, and his mind went blank.

Ying Jiao looked down at him, his voice hoarse and hoarse: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your default."

Without hesitation, he reached out and raised Jing Ji's chin, lowered his head and kissed it.

Jing Ji's limbs froze, his heartbeat was fast, until the moment Ying Jiao's lips were about to fall, he just reacted a little and turned his head quickly.

Yingjiao's kiss was immediately printed on his side face.

Neither of them moved.

In the corner where the needle could be heard falling, the two people's violent heartbeats were intertwined.

It felt like my heart was about to pop out of my chest.

Ying Jiao chuckled lightly and pecked him on the face.

The scorching temperature came from Yingjiao's lips, the hot Jing Ji's body trembled slightly, the blood from the whole body seemed to pour into the brain, and even his consciousness was a little blurry.

Yingjiao pulled a little distance from him, found his lips, and continued to kiss him.

Jing Ji was short of breath, almost unable to think, and instinctively pushed Yingjiao away: "No, no... no!"

"Okay." Ying Jiao didn't listen to him for the first time, regardless of Jing Ji's struggles, he firmly squeezed his chin with one hand to prevent him from moving, grabbed his hand with the other, and inserted his five fingers tightly between his fingers. He buckled and lowered his head again.

Yingjiao's breathing was heavy and obvious as he approached him little by little.

His breath is overwhelming, and there is no escape or escape. In a panic, Jing Ji subconsciously blocked his lips with his backhand.

Winning arrogance slightly paused.

Ying Jiao smiled and kissed his palm lightly.

The evening wind blew, and the green plants in the flower bed stretched and rustled, and Yingjiao's low voice complied with the evening wind and passed into Jing Ji's ears.

"I like you."

He said.

Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heartbeat suddenly stalled.

Ying Jiao's ears turned red, he pressed the hand he was holding onto his chest, bowed his head and kissed his palm gently: "Do you...do you want a boyfriend?"

Jing Ji didn't know how he got back to the small classroom of the Math Olympiad class. When he came back to his senses again, he saw Zhou Chao's worried face: "Brother Ci, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red, do you have a fever? "

"No." The things he tried so hard to hide were revealed in public, and Jing Ji unnaturally picked up a book and tried to cover up the past: "I'm fine."

Who knew that he was flustered, one did not hold it, and threw the book directly to the ground.

"It's okay?!" Zhou Chao hurriedly bent over to help him pick up the book, reached out and touched his forehead: "My God, it's so hot! Do you want to go to the school doctor's office?"

"No need." Jing Ji lowered his head in embarrassment, flipping through a few pages of the math Olympiad book in his hand: "It'll be fine in a while."

Zhou Chao couldn't beat him, so he had to give up.

But he sighed secretly in his heart, he still insists on taking classes after he has burned to this point, he deserves such good grades.

Since it was determined that no extra points will be added for the Olympiad exam, the students in the original competition class have become less motivated to take classes. Upon seeing this, Zhao Feng simply suspended the Mathematical Olympiad class and waited until he discussed with the school's top management whether to continue.

So now in the small classroom, there are only Jing Ji and the other three who entered the finals.

With fewer people, Jing Ji's red face became more and more conspicuous.

So that the first thing Zhao Feng did when he came in was to ask him if he was feeling unwell and if he wanted to take a break from class.

After being firmly rejected by Jing Ji, Zhao Feng also expressed the same emotion as Zhou Chao.

Sure enough, good grades don't come out of thin air. It is said that Jing Ci's exam scores are sky-high every time, but he doesn't know how hard he works in private.

Jing Ji didn't know that they had relied on their brains to make up a pot of chicken soup. He sat in his own seat, staring at the paper that Zhao Feng had sent out. He seemed to be reading the question, but in fact his mind was empty, and he kept repeating the sentence of winning arrogant: Do you want a boyfriend or not.

Jing Ji didn't like people, and he didn't have time to like people. In order to live in the rest of his life, he will no longer be as embarrassed as he was when he was a child, and all his energy has been devoted to his studies.

The highest score and the best university were his only goals in high school.

Winning pride is an accident.

Before going through the book, Jing Ci had no friends. After wearing the book, he has no plans to change. Even in order to avoid the plot, he once very wanted to stay away from Yingjiao.

But Yingjiao was too good to him, and he was completely irresistible when he was good. So much so that for the first time in more than ten years, Jing Ji wanted to open his heart to accept someone.

They know each other's terrible family, know each other's little secrets, and they have slept in the same bed.

Jing Ji's eyes gradually lost focus.

He never thought about falling in love.

Tying his emotions to another person would make him very insecure, and he didn't want to break the school rules.

But he really likes being with Yingjiao, and he doesn't want to lose him...

Jing Ji looked at his left hand involuntarily, and the feeling of being kissed by Ying Jiao many times came up instantly. The palm of his hand was hot as if he was holding a flame, and the scorching temperature extended all the way to his heart, causing his whole body to smoke.

If you just didn't stop yourself, then the one who wins the arrogance is...

No, don't think about it anymore!

Jing Ji took a deep breath and patted his hot cheek.

He had to finish this math paper first and calm down. After calming down, he would think about what to do next.

At the same time, in the classroom of Class 7, Yingjiao tried countless times, but still couldn't focus on the exercise book, and finally gave up.

In his original idea, if he wanted to confess to Jing Ji, he had to choose a romantic place. Isn't that how it is played in Korean dramas?

It is best to have high-altitude revolving restaurants, playgrounds, and fireworks.

When the other party was moved and pleasantly surprised, he would definitely nod his head in agreement.

But being swayed by Jing Ji's straight ball, he really couldn't control himself, and he naturally said what was in his heart.

Yingjiao reached out and touched his lips, the corners of his mouth provoked uncontrollably.

Jing Ji didn't agree to him immediately, and didn't even say a word to him after his confession.

To win is to be happy.

There were so many people who came to their class to send love letters to Jing Ci to express their confession. Which time Jing Ci was not rejected neatly. The indifferent mood did not even fluctuate at all, as if the other party was not him.

But what about today?

When he kissed, he was even ready for Jing Ji to do it with him, but Jing Ji didn't.

Not only did he not, but he was more shy than angry.

The person he likes doesn't seem to care about him completely.

Yingjiao couldn't hold back, and he smiled while holding his forehead.

"What's so beautiful?" Teacher Liu walked over with a stern face, knocked on Yingjiao's table, and said, "Come out."

Yingjiao threw the pen, pushed away the chair and stood up: "Yes."

In the corridor, Teacher Liu slapped a piece of paper on the window sill, and said with a dark face, "What kind of review are you doing? If it wasn't for the three words 'review book', I would have thought you wrote a great man. Autobiography!"

Teacher Liu said angrily, "Aren't you pretty proud of hitting someone, huh?!"

In the office a few days ago, the principal's attention was all attracted by Jing Ji, and in his anger, he only took those special talents away, which caused Yingjiao to escape.

But Mr. Liu didn't forget his slip-through, so he forced him to write a review. Although there are not as many as 3,000 words, 800 words are also required.

But it's better not to write this review. The more and more Mr. Liu looked at it, the more angry he became. In the end, he couldn't hold back the fire. He went to the class to find out the culprit.

"Where is it." Yingjiao was in a good mood, and he didn't care if he was scolded by Teacher Liu, so he said casually, "Isn't this the first thing they flirt with, or I'd be too lazy to deal with them."

"Then you can't beat people to death!" Mr. Liu frowned and said, "It's really wrong for him to beat Jing Ci. If you stop people, you're done?"

Ying Jiao was dumbfounded, and looked at Teacher Liu in disbelief: "Notre Dame de Paris was burned, did you release the soul of your Notre Dame?"

Teacher Liu:"…………"

Mr. Liu was so angry that his liver hurt, and he tapped his arm: "Be serious!"

Ying Jiao hissed, leaned on the windowsill and rubbed his arms, and said, "Okay, serious, lively, united and nervous, I'm listening, you say."

Teacher Liu glared at him and said bitterly, "I won't tell you more, and you won't listen to me. But Yingjiao, your temper really needs to be restrained. Nothing happened this time, but in case What about the next time you have an impulse and break someone?"

"The teacher sees all your hard work during this period of time. Think about it for yourself. Is it worth it to ruin your future for a little thing."

Yingjiao laughed and wanted to say something, but seeing the real worry on Teacher Liu's face, he swallowed the words that came to his lips: "I see."

"Also," Mr. Liu put away the review letter and said, "your dad called me just now. I told him about it. He will probably call you today."

The smile on Yingjiao's face disappeared instantly, he was silent for a while, then snorted, and said indifferently, "Fight."

Mr. Liu probably knew about his family situation. Hearing that, he didn't say anything, patted him on the shoulder and let him go back.

The second evening self-study was over, and as soon as Yingjiao walked out of the classroom, the phone buzzed and vibrated.

He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Sure enough, it was Ying Xuelin.

Winning arrogantly, he pressed the answer button.

"Jaojiao," came the man's cautious and surprised voice over the phone: "Have you finished your evening self-study?"

Yingjiao played with the bicycle keys and said coldly, "I have something to say."

Ying's father didn't care if he was choked, he swallowed his own evil, and it was a blessing for Ying Jiao to answer his call.

"Your class teacher told me that you had a fight," he paused, afraid that Ying Jiao would get angry, and said quickly, "Of course, Dad didn't accuse you, he just wanted to know the situation."

"Don't understand, it has nothing to do with you." Yingjiao unlocked the bicycle and said indifferently, "Just take care of your son."

"You are my son too!" Father Ying retorted him disapprovingly, and then said, "Arrogant, between father and son..."

Yingjiao interrupted him: "Is there anything else? I'll hang up."

"Don't hang up!" Father Ying hurriedly said, "Can you have a meal with Dad? Don't worry, we're not at home, we can go wherever you want."

"Forget it," Yingjiao pulled the key out of the keyhole and said coldly, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll die like my mother."

After speaking, without waiting for Father Ying's answer, he cut off the phone.

Ying Jiao held his phone, lowered his eyes indifferently, stood in place for a while to recover, then suddenly threw his bicycle aside and strode towards the dormitory building.

When Ying Jiao entered the door, Jing Ji had just finished washing up and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw that it was Yingjiao, his face flushed red.

"You, do you have something to do?" Jing Ji stood up stiffly, panicking and didn't know where to put his hands.

Shouldn't Yingjiao go home at this time? Why are you in the dorm?

There was a mess in his mind, and before he could sort out his thoughts, Yingjiao took his hand and pulled him out the door without saying a word.

Li Zhou, who was sitting on the bed playing games, glanced at them, then immediately withdrew his gaze, Quan when he didn't see anything.

Jing Ji didn't know what Ying Jiao was going to do, but seeing that his face was heavy and his mood was obviously wrong, he did not ask more questions in the corridor, and followed him into the 303 dormitory.

"you……"

When the door was closed, Jing Ji was about to speak when Ying Jiao suddenly pulled him into his arms with a force.

Thinking of what the two of them said and did on the side of the flower bed just now, Jing Ji suddenly wanted to struggle with smoke above his head.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Ying Jiao buried his head in his neck, sniffing the faint scent of shampoo on his hair, and the madness in his heart calmed down a little.

It was rare for Ying Jiao to lose control of his emotions like this, and Jing Ji's worries overshadowed everything: "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Yingjiao hooked his fingers to play, and wrote lightly, "My dad just called me and was upset."

Winning arrogant father? The one who has a two-year-old illegitimate child than Da Yingjiao.

Jing Ji was silent, holding him still with Yingjiao.

Ying Jiao's heart softened instantly, he raised his head, gently stroked the back of Jing Ji's neck with his right hand, and said with a chuckle, "So good?"

Jing Ji looked away unnaturally: "You, aren't you unhappy?"

Yingjiao moved in his heart and nodded: "I'm not happy, very unhappy."

Jing Ji looked up at him.

Ying Jiao hooked his lips: "A hug is not enough," he pulled Jing Ji to sit down on the bed, and said in a low voice, "So to ease my emotions, sleep with me tonight?"

The author has something to say: I sigh every day, how come my arrogant brother and Cici are so good.