Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Jing Ji got out of bed, opened a bottle of mineral water, and took two mouthfuls.

Li Zhou is not in the dormitory, he only has half a day of vacation a week, and he cherishes it very much. At this moment, I have gone to the video game city with my sister to catch the doll, and even the toiletries were brought back by Jing Ji.

The cold water slid down his throat and into his stomach, causing a burst of shudder, successfully pulling Jing Ji out of his heart palpitations.

He was leaning against the bed rail, standing by the bed, shivering with chills all over his body.

Last time, he only dreamed of a fragment of Yingjiao and Yingjiao in college, but today, he almost dreamed of the whole process of the two from knowing to dating.

So clear and coherent, less like a dream, more like another life.

Thinking of the image of Ying Jiao standing at the place where they said goodbye and waiting after he died in the dream, Jing Ji's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, and it hurt badly.

He clenched his fists and forced himself to remain sane.

Before that, Jing Ji had never doubted his identity, he was just a book-piercer who accidentally entered the world of novels.

But the dream just now made him realize that this is probably not the case.

It is very likely that he is not crossing, but... returning.

Jing Ji's pupils dilated slightly, he fell to the bed, grabbed the cool water bottle and held it for a while, and then continued to deal with it when his mood calmed down a little.

In the novel, Qiao Anyan counterattacked after being reborn, and a small red mole exactly like himself appeared on his ear.

Now, although Qiao Anyan has been reborn, he is still hovering at the bottom of the grade. His ears were clean and nothing.

Thinking of the words Qiao Anyan said in the dream, Jing Ji's chest heaved and his breathing became rapid.

He didn't know how he got to another world, how he came back, or what happened to the novel. But he can be sure that Qiao Anyan used some means to destroy his life, and even tried to replace it.

Jing Ji's back was against the wall, and his eyes were red. Originally, he and Yingjiao were supposed to be a couple.

He came here, not by accident, nor by God's trick, but by fate.

Jing Ji suddenly wanted to win arrogance very much, even just to see his news. He fumbled for his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Yingjiao.

Something vibrated under the pillow, Jing Ji was stunned, and then he remembered that Ying Jiao's cell phone was with him.

He reached out and took out the phone, holding it in his hand and rubbing it slowly.

It was already evening, the lights were not turned on in the bedroom, the light was a little dark, and the black mobile phone almost blended into the darkness.

Jing Ji held it, but felt inexplicably at ease.

This is something that Yingjiao uses every day and has his breath.

After calming down for a while, Jing Ji unlocked his phone and clicked into WeChat, wanting to delete the message he just sent. His eyes fell on the chat column above, but unexpectedly, in the last message of a group, he saw content related to himself.

[Your uncle from the He family]: You are so beautiful every day, does Brother Ci know?

Although he had been holding Yingjiao's mobile phone for several days, Jing Ji really hadn't deliberately flipped through it.

He involuntarily entered the group, pulled down the chat record, and wanted to see what He Congee meant.

Then, a world he never knew, slowly appeared in front of him.

Jing Ji saw that every little thing about the progress of their relationship, every bit of what he did for him, was shown off by Yingjiao.

Between the lines, although it's very... ineligible, it can make people feel his uncontrollable joy.

Is this how he has always described himself in front of his best friends?

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, he entered his name in the search box, and clicked one by one.

When he saw a certain place, his fingertips suddenly stopped.

It turned out that the end-of-month party was not a routine class dinner as he thought. But Yingjiao knew that he didn't want to go home, and deliberately initiated it for him.

The corners of Jing Ji's eyes were flushed, he raised one arm to cover his face, but the corners of his lips that were exposed were cocked.

On the other side, in Yueweixuan's box, Yingjiao rejected the birthday cake that He Porridge handed over, picked up a bowl of old duck soup with pickled cabbage, and drank it slowly.

Opposite him, Zheng Que nibbled on the spicy rabbit head and said, "We just drank a few cans of beer in the box, and I don't know if we can return the rest."

Peng Chengcheng answered with a blank face: "It should be possible."

Yingjiao turned to look at him: "What are you doing when you can't finish drinking?"

After being with Jing Ci for a long time, he also unknowingly got into the habit of Jing Ci.

"Don't mention it." Thinking that they almost made an oolong, He Conge couldn't hold back his joy: "We thought you broke up with Brother Ci, and we were going to give you some booze."

Yingjiao's actions paused, he couldn't hear such words now.

No matter how helpless, or if there is a last resort, he and Jing Ji did separate, and he took the initiative to bring it up.

The word "break up" hurts every time you hear it.

He put down the soup bowl, lowered his eyes and took a sip of beer: "Sick? It's good, why should we divide it?"

"Then what seat did you suddenly change?" Zheng Que has been curious for the past few days, and now he has finally caught the opportunity, and immediately asked, "And you kept your face cold and silent that night."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt blessed: "No, brother Jiao, did you quarrel with brother Ci, so you learned to run away from home? Waiting for brother Ci to coax you."

He porridge choked out a mouthful of Kung Pao chicken and almost sprayed it on Peng Chengcheng's face.

Yingjiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "Can you play as little as you scored on the test?"

He took another sip of beer and said lightly, "Before you speak, please look at the callus on your right hand. If you're single, don't try to guess the love between lovers, okay?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was so angry that he almost suffered a myocardial infarction, and sneered while choking his neck: "Haha, you can be tough, anyway, we don't know the specific situation."

He Conge nodded frantically: "Yes, that's the truth."

"Well said, I applaud you." Ying Jiao slowly rolled up his sleeves, showing the couple's bracelet on his wrist, and smiled: "I need to remind you, why didn't you watch a movie this afternoon?"

Zheng Que choked and was speechless.

Ying Jiao laughed and lowered his head to continue eating when Peng Chengcheng suddenly said, "If you have something to say, don't kill yourself."

He Conge was stunned: "Why do you die?"

Peng Chengcheng hesitated for a while, but still said: "He asked me about online gambling the day before yesterday."

This time, even Zheng Que, who had just been severely hit, raised his head again: "Brother Jiao?"

"What are you thinking, can I do that? I just read the news and asked casually." Ying Jiao took a chopstick and put the fish with pickled cabbage in a bowl. Taking the opportunity to eat, he lowered his eyes to cover his eyes. coldness.

After being reborn, the last thing Qiao Anyan wanted was to fall into the same situation as in his previous life.

But gambling is one of the two most difficult things to quit in this world. The so-called nature is difficult to change. Can Qiao Anyan really resist the temptation?

Yingjiao raised the corners of his lips wickedly, then try it out.

Because they had to go back to study at seven o'clock in the evening, a few people didn't arrange any other programs after eating. Yingjiao went to the Cantonese restaurant next door to pack two salt-baked pigeons before heading to school.

Jing Ji has lost a lot of weight these days, so he needs to make up for it.

Afraid that the pigeon would get cold, he walked in a hurry and accidentally tripped over.

Behind him, He Conge said, "Brother Jiao, aren't you drunk? You can't drink enough."

No one can say he can't, in all aspects.

Ying Jiao turned back and glanced at him sideways: "How come, I also know that I like Jing Ji."

He Congee: "..."

He Congee took a deep breath, resisted the urge to hit someone, and gave him a word: "Get out!!!!"

After arriving at the school, Ying Jiao wanted to go directly to the dormitory to find Jing Ji. But looking at the time, he guessed that he should be in the classroom by now, so he advanced to the class.

He guessed right, Jing Ji was sitting in his seat reading a book, and he didn't even raise his head when he heard the movement.

Yingjiao walked over and tapped his desktop with his fingers: "I brought you something to eat, come with me."

Pigeon is not a snack, so it is not good to eat it directly in the classroom. Ying Jiao took Jing Ji to the corner at the end of the corridor, and then stopped. Opened the lunch box and handed him the chopsticks: "I know you ate dinner at night, so I didn't buy too much. Can you eat it?"

Because of that dream, Jing Ji's heart is still a little sour at the moment. Now being fed by him like this, it has become sweet.

Yingjiao even thought about himself when he went out to eat.

He took the chopsticks and said softly, "I can eat it."

"That's good, eat it quickly, it's going to be fishy when it's cold."

Jing Ji nodded, holding a chopstick squab. He didn't eat it directly, but first raised his head and asked Yingjiao, "Brother, do you want to?"

Yingjiao was full and didn't want to eat anymore, but when his eyes fell on him, he changed his mind.

There are two entrances in the teaching building. A connecting main gate, where students basically go in and out. The other one is connected to where Ying Jiao and Jing Ji are now standing. Because the stairs are dark and narrow, and far from the toilet canteen, basically no one walks.

Ying Jiao glanced sideways in the direction of the stairs, saw no one coming up, leaned against the wall lazily, and said rogue, "Yes, but I don't want to do it."

When Jing Ji met his smiling eyes, he immediately understood what he meant.

He didn't refuse, but picked the one with the fewest bones from the box, and sent it to Yingjiao's lips with red ears.

It was done, but Jing Ji was still a little uncomfortable and had nothing to say: "You, didn't you go to eat Sichuan food?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao lowered his head and quickly took the pigeon meat away, and said vaguely, "This place is next to Yuewei Xuan, I stopped by."

Jing Ji's heart was warm, and he also took a piece and put it in his mouth.

Ying Jiao said that he was too lazy to do it, and Jing Ji believed it. Seeing that he was almost finished, he lifted the lid of the box: "Brother, you spit..."

Just as Ying Jiao raised his hand, the two hands collided.

Yingjiao scolded angrily, took a step back immediately, and said distressedly, "I was too careless, does it hurt?"

Jing Ji didn't speak, he stared blankly at his hand. After a long while, he raised his head suddenly: "It seems, it doesn't seem so painful anymore!"

There are no exams these days, it is definitely not because of studies, but because of feelings. The big stone in Yingjiao's heart fell to the ground, and it seemed that his guess was correct.

Could it be that Jing Ji saw something on his phone?

As he was thinking, Jing Ji suddenly came over and grabbed his hand excitedly: "Try again!"

Yingjiao quickly avoided: "Forget it, wait..."

"Brother," Jing Ji raised his eyes and looked at him pleadingly, and said softly, "Just for a moment, let me try, it really doesn't hurt that much."

Jing Ji is usually a little obedient, Ying Jiao can't stand it, let alone acting like a spoiled child.

He really couldn't refuse, and stretched out a hand: "Once agreed, just once."

Jing Ji nodded immediately and buckled up impatiently.

That's right, if the two had contacted before, the pain would be like a knife cutting flesh. Now it's like falling down and scratching the skin, and it's totally bearable.

Jing Ji's eyes brightened, and his words were incoherent with joy: "It's real brother, really!"

"Got it." Although he said so, Yingjiao still didn't dare to touch him. It was really Jing Ci's numerous previous records that made him have to be cautious. And even a little bit, Yingjiao didn't want him to hurt.

He shook his hand: "Let go first, if you don't listen to me..."

Before Ying Jiao finished speaking, a familiar male voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Ying, Jiao, Jing, Ci."

Teacher Liu came up and stared at the clasped hands of the two of them without blinking, and a huge wave was set off in his heart: "What are you doing?"

He parked his bicycle near the gate today, and came up from here. Who knew that as soon as they stepped on the third floor, they bumped into the scene of the two holding hands.

If it was in the past, Mr. Liu would not think too much. But since he saw Qiao Anyan's love letter to Yingjiao last semester, he realized that sometimes boys and girls also need attention.

What's more, the two were not simply holding hands, but clasped their fingers together in a place where no one was there, which was too ambiguous.

The two were stunned for a moment, and turned their heads at the same time, facing Teacher Liu's eyes that were brewing a storm.

Jing Ji's heart was beating wildly, and his body was a little stiff. At the critical moment, he didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously stood in front of Yingjiao: "Teacher, I..."

"Teacher," Ying Jiao gently broke his hand and interrupted him, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Mr. Liu's head was buzzing and he was in a mess. He suppressed the anger in his heart and asked with a dark face, "Where did you go wrong?"

Yingjiao's expression remained the same, and the expression on his face was extremely natural. He sighed and said, "I should study hard and stay down-to-earth, instead of being poisoned by feudal superstition, and pinning my hopes of improving my next exam results on contamination with the spirit of learning. On the left side of the door."

Teacher Liu:"……"