Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

From this day on, Jing Ji suddenly became busy. The calls were answered one after another, and they ran out from time to time.

Yingjiao originally thought it was the Jing family who came to harass him again, but occasionally he glanced at the caller ID several times and saw that it was Teacher Liu, so he didn't ask any further questions. After all, Jing will go to Yangcheng for training after his resignation, probably for this reason.

Seeing that Ying Jiao had no doubts, Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, the caller was not Mr. Liu, but a lawyer from the law firm. It's just that he wanted to give Yingjiao a surprise, because he was afraid that he would find out in advance, so he changed the remarks.

Speaking of which, he learned this trick from Ying Jiao. At that time, they had just met. In order to make himself agree to be at the same table with him, Yingjiao deliberately changed his nickname to Liu Shichen, making him mistakenly think that the person who was talking to him was Teacher Liu.

Jing Ciqing couldn't help laughing. He was really angry at the time, but now in retrospect, it turned out to be sweet.

Jing Ci was lucky. After discussing everything with the lawyer, his scholarship arrived in time. After paying the money and submitting all the required documents to a lawyer, the big stone in Jing Ji's heart finally fell to the ground.

It was also a coincidence that Mr. Liu really called him on the afternoon of the scholarship arrival. Said to find him for something, the call is unclear, let him come out.

Jing Ji agreed and rode Yingjiao's bicycle to school.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and the first and second graders of high school have gone home for a long holiday, and only the third year of high school is still struggling in the sea of ​​questions. The school was much quieter, Jing Ji locked the bicycle and went straight to the office.

Mr. Liu had already arrived and was looking at his mobile phone. He raised his head when he heard the movement, saw Jing Ji, a smile appeared on his face, and he patted the chair next to him: "It's coming very fast."

Jing Ji sat down beside him and said a little embarrassedly: "Yingjiao's house is close to the school."

It seemed that the two got along very well, and Teacher Liu was relieved. Without asking more, he continued: "I'm looking for you this time for the training team. Teacher Zhao has been busy recently, so let me tell you."

Jing Ji immediately sat upright.

"Nineteen people will be selected in the first round of selection, and six people will be selected in the last round. You should have known this before." Seeing Jingci nodded, Teacher Liu continued: "Because these six people represent the national team. Competing in international competitions, so it's not just about results."

Teacher Liu was afraid that he might have missed something, so he spoke a lot slower than usual: "It also depends on the overall quality, emotional intelligence and English."

"I'm not worried about the rest. You are stable, with good psychological quality, and you never lose the chain at critical moments," Mr. Liu said. "It's just that your personality is a little cold."

Teacher Liu said bitterly: "When it comes to the training team, be a little more enthusiastic about the teacher and the students around you. Let's not talk about the relationship between the poles, at least you can't make them feel that you are too cold."

Jing Ji knew his personality flaws, and also knew that Teacher Liu was really good for him, so he assured: "I will."

"Well," Teacher Liu took a sip of water and added: "The training team has a high learning intensity. Although many high school sophomore players were selected, I heard that many people can't keep up after joining the team. ."

Teacher Liu looked at him and instructed: "Don't be under pressure, your grades are very good now, and the university has been decided. Even if this happens, don't worry, just go experience life."

In fact, Mr. Liu didn't want to say this to Jing Ji at first, for fear that he would think too much. But the training team is closed training. If you don't say it in advance, if something happens at that time, it will really be beyond your reach.

"I understand." Jing Ci was not as sensitive and fragile as Mr. Liu thought, and he said earnestly, "I will try my best, and I won't force it if I can't."

Mr. Liu patted the table: "That's it!" He said, he took out half a bag of books from under the desk, put it at Jing Ji's feet, and said lightly: "The selection of the national team also depends on the reading of mathematics. The amount, this is sponsored by the school, I and you, Teacher Zhao, bought it, just take it and look at it."

Jing Ji was slightly startled.

It was obviously holiday time, but Teacher Liu and Teacher Zhao were still worrying about him.

After reading through the book, he seemed to have gotten lucky.

Everyone was so nice that he didn't even know what to do to repay their favor.

"Thank you, teacher." Jing Ji looked at Teacher Liu and promised, "I will read it."

Teacher Liu couldn't hold back and was amused by him: "You don't need to read it, just do what you can."

He thought about it for a while, and then said, "By the way, you need to learn more from Yingjiao these days in English, especially the spoken language, which must be useful."

"Okay."

After all that was said, Teacher Liu finally said: "Be careful when you go to Yangcheng. If you need anything, just call the teacher. Don't feel embarrassed."

Jing Ji thanked him again and agreed.

Mr. Liu glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and let him leave without delaying his time.

When Jing Ji walked out of the office, it was estimated that he was almost gone. Teacher Liu flipped through the address book and dialed Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng had been waiting for his phone for a long time, and he picked it up after it rang, and said eagerly: "Is it finished? Did you miss anything?"

Teacher Liu hummed: "How could it fall, what you said to me, I will say to Jing Ji."

"That's good." Zhao Feng was relieved, and couldn't help but wonder, "Why do you have to go all the way for me?"

Mr. Liu didn't want to say it, but he was afraid that Zhao Feng would be exposed, so he had to say: "I bought some mathematics books for Jing Ji and told him that it was the school's sponsorship. Don't miss out."

Zhao Feng was dumbfounded: "Okay, I understand."

Here, Jing Ji fastened the book to the back seat of the car and pushed the car out.

Xu is the enemy's road narrow, and as soon as he left the school gate, he ran into Qiao Anyan.

Qiao Anyan followed a middle-aged woman with a very impatient expression on his face. He looked around from time to time, and happened to see Jing Ji.

Looking at each other, Qiao Anyan's eyes changed instantly.

Jing Ji ignored him. Although he would have a headache when he saw Qiao Anyan now, the pain basically had no effect on him. He was about to get into the car, but suddenly there was a buzzing sound in his brain, and many images appeared in an instant.

Jing Ji's temples throbbed, he barely maintained the state of pushing the cart forward, not letting Qiao Anyan see the difference, and trying to sort out the passively received information.

At first, Jing Ji was still a little cloudy, but after a while, he understood. The novel he read back then appeared in his mind in another form today.

Jing Ji saw that after Qiao Anyan's rebirth, his grades continued to advance at a speed that was not logical at all.

Seeing that the forum has praised him, it is highly praised.

I saw a few familiar classmates and teachers, and their attitude towards him was very enthusiastic, exactly the same as they are now.

I also saw... Qiao Anyan approached Yingjiao step by step and deliberately.

Those friends around Yingjiao who originally hated him, after contacting Qiao Anyan for a while, all turned their backs and began to speak for Qiao Anyan.

Jing Ji's heart suddenly felt as if it was being pulled, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, mixed with a woman's stern reprimand: "Did you listen to me? Give me a good make up class this winter vacation, and make sure to bring my grades up!"

Jing Ji raised his eyes and happened to see Qiao Anyan who came up.

The moment he was about to pass by, Jing Ji's pupils shrank suddenly. That's right, Qiao Anyan in reality has clean ears and nothing. But Qiao Anyan in his mind had a small red mole.

Jing Ci couldn't help reaching out and touched his ear, and there was a small red mole in the same place. He had it since he was a child, and the dean often said that he was blessed with this mole.

Jing Ji's heart was beating wildly.

The rebirth of Qiao Anyan, the completely different results from the original book and the reality, the small red mole that suddenly disappeared, the headache when he sees Qiao Anyan, and the headache will be relieved when he is recognized by the people around him...

Did you steal the halo of Qiao Anyan's protagonist?

But that doesn't make sense, one's grades may fluctuate by luck, but not by that much.

Besides... the person who had a red mole on the way was not him, but Qiao Anyan.

Also, at the same time when Qiao Anyan was reborn, he learned of the college entrance examination score that was one point lower than the top scholar in science.

All the clues in his mind were threaded into a thread in an instant.

Could it be... Jing Ji pursed his lips, couldn't help but think that Qiao Anyan's rebirth and counterattack had something to do with him?

I wear this book with a certain purpose.

Now that he saw Qiao Anyan, his head didn't hurt so much, indicating that this purpose was slowly being accomplished.

Will you leave when it is completely finished?

Jing Ji's footsteps slowly stopped, what will Yingjiao do then?

Just thinking about that scene made his heart hurt unbearably.

Jing Ji took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

It does make sense to think so, but there is still a doubt: what happened to the scene with Yingjiao in college that I occasionally dreamed of?

Jing Ji patted his face hard, so that he didn't think about it, and rode his bike home.

No, absolutely not, he can't be unfounded.

But Jing Ji was still affected, and throughout the whole day, his brain supplementation did not stop. Finally, when he was lying on the bed after taking a shower at night, he couldn't help but say, "Yingjiao, if, if one day I'm not here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yingjiao pinched his chin.

Ying Jiao squinted at him, with a faint storm in his eyes: "What did you say? Tell me again?"

Jing Ji immediately realized that he was a little inexplicable, and quickly shook his head: "It's nothing."

It's a pity that the words spilled out.

Ying Jiao snorted and dragged him into his arms: "Am I so good-natured that you dare to say anything."

His hands gradually went down, and he slowly unbuttoned the first button of Jing Ji's pajamas: "Let's talk about it."

Jing Ji's face instantly turned red, he couldn't help shrinking his shoulders, raised his hand to hold Yingjiao's hand: "I was wrong..."

"It's too late." Yingjiao pulled his hand away, and stopped just to scare him as usual. He continued to unbutton Jingci, biting his ear and whispering: "Jingshen, you are so energetic. Say it earlier, then let's do something else to kill the fire for you."

"No, it's not..." Jing Ji tilted his head in embarrassment, especially he couldn't stand Ying Jiao panting in his ear, and the back of his neck was already numb.

"I think you just need to clean up." Ying Jiao threw Jing Ji's pajamas aside, suppressed him to prevent him from resisting, kissed him, and put his hand into his pants.

Jing Ji's body froze instantly, and his breathing changed.

Yingjiao's hands kept moving: "You can't speak with your mouth, so use it for something else."

Jing Ji's face flushed, and Yingjiao grasped the weakness, and the whole person became soft, he subconsciously begged for mercy: "Brother... I was wrong, don't, don't do it..."

Yingjiao's Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, he stared at Jing Ji's face, and had a panoramic view of his current state, without letting go of the slightest: "Since I know it's wrong, then I will punish you for letting it go?"

Where can Jing Ji resist at this time, what Ying Jiao says is what he says. The corners of his eyes were wet, and even his neck was red: "...let."

"Good." Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed him deeply, took his hand and put it where he was ready to go.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: baby, open your mouth.