Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

When it was uncomfortable at first, Jing Ji thought it was because he was tired during the training camp. He didn't take it seriously, thinking that he would recover after going back to sleep and getting a good night's sleep, until Ying Jiao held his hand under the table.

A sharp pain gushed out from the place where the two of them touched their skin, and spread all over the body in an instant. Jing Ji trembled in pain, and subconsciously broke free.

Pain dissipated.

"Don't let me hold you?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and turned his head: "Leave half a month... what happened to you?!"

Ying Jiao looked at his pale face in amazement, stretched out his hand to feel it on his forehead, and said worriedly, "Are you catching a cold? What's wrong? Tell me."

There was another burst of pain where he touched, clearly as if he was deliberately reminding him that this was not an illusion.

It's true, there's nothing wrong, it will hurt when Yingjiao touches him.

Jing Ji's fingertips trembled, and a storm surged in his heart.

Why is this happening?

When he went upstairs, he was still fine, and Yingjiao took his shoulders, why did it suddenly become like this?

Seeing that he was silent for a while, Ying Jiao squeezed his hand, trying to call his attention back: "Speak."

"I..." Jing Ji endured the increasing pain, so as not to let Ying Jiao see the slightest difference, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, it's just..." It was so painful that he had to stop and take a breath before he could He continued: "It's just a little tired, just take a rest."

Yingjiao frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

Jing Ji is not a physique that likes to sweat, but at this moment, the palm of the hand he is holding is wet, full of sweat, and it doesn't look like a sign of exhaustion.

But he didn't think deeply, after all, Jing Ji had been fine before.

Maybe it's too tired to sweat?

Yingjiao let go of him and asked softly, "Then you can sleep on your stomach for a while? If you don't feel right, call me quickly, don't hold on, you know?"

Jing Ji nodded casually.

The body is getting more and more uncomfortable, the heartbeat is fast, and the chest is tight and almost breathless.

It's like having a headache before...

Jing Ji's eyes widened suddenly, he stood up with a rub, and raised his feet to go out.

Joan Yan!

The person who can cause this abnormal phenomenon in him must be Qiao Anyan!

"Where are you going?" Yingjiao was worried about him and stood up: "I'll accompany you."

"No." Jing Ji took a deep breath and tried to let himself turn back naturally: "I'll go to the teacher, and I'll say hello to him when I get back."

"You do the question well, I'm fine."

What he said was reasonable, Yingjiao had no doubts, and watched him walk out of the classroom before he sat down again.

Jing Ji didn't go to the office, he went straight to the stairs as soon as he went out.

Being with Yingjiao will be uncomfortable, and Yingjiao will also hurt if he touches him. If this continues, how will they continue?

Jing Ji's heart fell straight down, climbed up to the fourth floor in three steps and two steps, and went straight to the eleventh class.

He had to figure out what was going on.

Coincidentally, as soon as he reached the tenth class, he met Qiao Anyan who was approaching.

He seemed to be in a hurry, and he was in a hurry.

"Let..." Qiao Anyan raised his eyes, and the expression on his face instantly changed from impatience to deep disgust: "Disgusting."

"The most disgusting person is you." Jing Ji's brain was running fast, trying to think of a topic to quote Qiao Anyan: "Did you send a love letter to Yingjiao at Christmas?"

How could he know about this?

Qiao Anyan was angry and hated, and there was a kind of shame that the joke was seen by the enemy.

He glared at Jing Ji fiercely, and almost lost his mind in anger: "So what? It's none of your business! Thinking that Yingjiao tied your shoelaces for you because he liked you? It's your mother's sweet dream!"

He seemed to convince himself, and also seemed to stimulate Jing Ji: "Tell you! Even if Yingjiao doesn't accept me, you won't play!"

After he finished speaking, he pushed Jing Ji fiercely, bypassing him and going downstairs.

Jing Ci didn't stop him, because he suddenly discovered something: seeing Qiao Anyan this time, he won't have a headache.

Is it because he entered the national reserve team?

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he was denied it.

No, if that were the case, he wouldn't have this problem now.

why?

By the way, tie your shoelaces!

Before that, Qiao Anyan had little influence on him. But after Qiao Anyan saw Ying Jiao tying his shoelaces, he suddenly couldn't contact Ying Jiao, and he wouldn't have any more headaches.

Does this mean that Qiao Anyan inadvertently used his qualities that could finally affect him and became an obstacle between him and Yingjiao?

Jing Ji looked down at the ground dazedly, and for a long time, suddenly leaned against the wall as if he had lost his strength.

He has never been afraid of Qiao Anyan's malicious targeting. Anyway, as long as he gets better and better, he will be unaffected one day. But now, he was suddenly afraid.

How should I explain it to Yingjiao?

It's okay to make excuses for a day or two not to let him touch, but what about a month or two, or even a few years?

They are in love, how can there be no physical contact at all.

The lights in the hallway shone on his face, turning his face pale. People kept passing by, occasionally casting curious glances at him. Jing Ji stood there without realizing it, panicked in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, until both legs started to go numb, Jing Ji finally came back to his senses, turned around and went downstairs step by step.

He walked slowly, as if carrying something heavy on his back.

The distance of just one floor took a full ten minutes.

Before pushing open the classroom door, Jing Ji rubbed his face a little blood.

He wants to be with Yingjiao, no one can stop him, not even the protagonist of this world.

But it was a little painful and uncomfortable, and he could endure it the most. Just bear with it and wait until you get used to it.

Jing Ji did a good job, even Li Zhou, who lived with him, didn't see anything unusual, but Yingjiao still found out.

"Jing Ci," Yingjiao called his full name for the first time beside the flower bed of the teaching building, where he confessed to him: "Does it hurt if I touch you?"

No matter how well Jing Ji concealed it, some conditioned reflexes couldn't be concealed.

Yingjiao's heart was almost hanging on him, how could he not realize it.

How many times have you touched him before you realize it?

I can't remember and can't count, how painful Jing Ji must have been, that's why he kept his face white.

Yingjiao's heart throbbed, and he could not wait to chop off his own hand.

He closed his eyes and directly showed his cards with Jing Ji: "Is it because you are not from this world, or because of Qiao Anyan?"

Jing Ji's brain hummed and instantly went blank.

He took a step back involuntarily, until his back was against the hard wall, and he found a little sense of reality.

"You..." He clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down: "How do you know?"

Could he be... afraid of himself?

"Stupid or not?" Seeing what he was thinking, Yingjiao smiled helplessly and wanted to hug him and touch his head, but he raised his hands, but put them down: "I knew it from the first day, You are so different from him."

"Remember the letter of guarantee I asked you to write? It's to confirm your handwriting. I'm also trying to test you by deliberately pointing you to the wrong seat and teasing you hard."

"Afraid of what you will do?"

Ying Jiao looked at him tenderly: "Thank you for coming to me before it's too late."

Jing Ji's eyes quickly turned red, and he choked out, "Brother..."

"Can you tell me your history now?"

Jing Ji nodded. He wanted to start with the book that appeared in his mobile phone inexplicably, but opened his mouth, but found that no sound came out.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't. The rules of this world are preventing him.

Sweat broke out on his forehead anxiously, but he still couldn't squeeze out a word.

Seeing this, Yingjiao instantly guessed the reason: "Can't tell? It doesn't matter, then I'll tell you the answer. If you can't speak, just nod or shake your head."

Yingjiao quickly sorted out his thoughts and asked, "If I touch you, it will hurt, right?"

Jing Ji hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Related to Qiao Anyan?"

Jing Ji nodded again.

"He..." Ying Jiao lowered his eyelids, covering the indifference and hostility in his eyes: "Is it still a big influence on you now?"

"It's gone." Jing Ji understood what Yingjiao meant: "The cause is him, but the current situation is out of his control."

Ying Jiao slowly suppressed the urge to immediately go to Class 11 to kill Qiao Anyan, and asked again, "You're uncomfortable these days, because you're staying with me, or," he paused before continuing: " Because of our relationship?"

"Don't lie to me," Yingjiao looked into his eyes: "You can't hide it from me."

Jing Ji's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "Our relationship."

The short five words, like knives, stabbed into Yingjiao's heart.

He clenched his fists restrained and continued to ask: "This situation... is the same as the headache at that time. As long as you get better and better, will it gradually disappear?"

"Yes," Jing Ji's eyes were red and his voice trembled. He looked up at Ying Jiao and said with difficulty, "But I don't know how long it will take..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly added: "Brother, don't worry, I will work hard in the competition, and I will not fail in the school exam. You, you, wait for me."

Ying Jiao stared at Jing Ji blankly, his heart was sour and soft.

He must be very uncomfortable now, but he resisted and comforted himself in return.

How could Jing Ji be so attractive.

"Then you want me to touch it?" Yingjiao's mouth was bitter, he pretended to easily roll up his sleeves, revealing the black bracelet on his wrist: "It's all **** by you, who are you waiting for?"

"What did I say to you on your birthday? Take my words on deaf ears?"

Jing Ji shook his head.

"Then repeat it for me."

"We..." Jing Ji's heart gradually settled down: "We will never change."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Yingjiao tried his best to tease him: "Isn't it that I can't touch you, what a big deal, isn't it dead that someone else is a virgin at the age of thirty?"

Jing Ji couldn't help but laugh.

Yingjiao put down his sleeves, and his voice was a little lower than usual: "Remember, will you use me to remind you next time?"

"No need."

The icy cold wind blew through, and under the dim street lamp, a dead branch was blown off with a snap and fell straight down.

"Speaking of which, today is the nineteenth." Ying Jiao suddenly said, "Baby, happy birthday."

Jing Ji was startled, it turned out that he really guessed everything.

"Last time I ate longevity noodles, this time I ate birthday cake." Ying Jiao sighed softly: "I was hiding in your table hole and wanted to give you a surprise. Now I will tell you in advance."

For some reason, Jing Ji suddenly had a bad feeling.

He fixedly looked at Yingjiao and insisted, "Let's eat together."

Yingjiao shook his head: "There is a bag of candles in the cake bag, remember to light one to make a wish, and ask Zheng Que for a lighter."

"We..." Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again: "Separate for now, you..."

"I don't differentiate!" As if unable to bear it, Jing Ji interrupted him with gritted teeth and insisted stubbornly: "Brother, I don't differentiate."

His lips were trembling, and his voice had a heavy nasal tone, eager to prove it to Ying Jiao: "I'm not uncomfortable, really. I'm not uncomfortable at all, I can hold it back."

As he spoke, tears suddenly fell.

Jing Ji didn't want to be so embarrassed and ugly in front of Ying Jiao, but he couldn't help it.

He turned his head and wiped his eyes forcefully: "Brother, don't you want to be with me?"

Yingjiao's eyes were red, and he almost exploded in distress: "Don't cry."

His hand was raised and lowered, but he didn't dare to touch Jing Ji. Finally, he hammered the wall hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "Baby, talk about your conscience, it's not easy for me to catch you."

"But……"

Yingjiao's eyes were red: "Be obedient, don't let me watch you suffer."

Jing Ji was suddenly speechless.

What else was said that day, he couldn't remember at all. I just remember that at the end, he desperately grabbed the front of Yingjiao's clothes and kissed him on the lips.

It hurts, both physically and psychologically.

He never thought that one day they would be separated, even temporarily.

It never occurred to me that the first time I took the initiative to kiss him would be when they parted.

The author has something to say: Although separated, but sugar. The two spoke openly, and there was no more concealment between them, which was a leap in their relationship.