Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The thin wooden door was pulled open from the inside, Jing Ji didn't react, the next second, the back suddenly tightened, and the whole person was dragged into the classroom by Ying Jiao with his schoolbag.

"Deliberately tease me?" He propped up the wall with one hand, trapping Jing Ji between the door and himself, staring at him, his eyes burning hot.

Jing Ji was expressing his feelings to him in such a seductive way.

Yingjiao couldn't help but cursed in his heart, who can stop this?

"No." At his scorching gaze, Jing Ji suddenly looked away as if he was scalded. His cheeks were a little red, and he whispered, "I just... miss you."

Before being together, the two held hands, hugged and kissed. Although Jing Ji liked it, he didn't think it would be impossible without them. However, when he couldn't touch it, he realized how much he wanted to have physical contact with Yingjiao.

He had no other idea, he just wanted to get closer and closer to Yingjiao, even through the glass.

Ying Jiao felt a pain in his heart, knowing that with Jing Ci's character, he could take the initiative to do this, I'm afraid he really misses him a lot.

He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to rub him into his arms and kiss him wantonly, and said hoarsely, "Want me to touch you?"

Jing Ji gave a low "um".

Yingjiao was afraid that he would be uncomfortable and deliberately diverted his attention.

He lowered his body slightly and got closer to Jing Ji, but he was careful not to touch him at all, and said ambiguous: "Where do you want me to touch you? Ears, chest, legs or..."

"Brother!" Jing Ji hurriedly interrupted him, with a blushing face that was about to become familiar, he stammered: "Teaching, in the classroom."

"Well, I know." Ying Jiao looked at his shy face, smiled, and said indifferently, "No one else."

"...That doesn't work either." Jing Ci insisted inexplicably: "Not in the classroom."

Emotions are still a little old-fashioned.

Yingjiao laughed and deliberately misinterpreted what he meant: "It's okay if it's not a classroom?"

Jing Ji turned his head in embarrassment, and after a while, nodded lightly.

After the two separated, Ying Jiao rarely spoke to Jing Ji again. Afraid of not being able to control himself is one aspect, but more is worried about putting pressure on Jing Ji and making him feel guilty and remorseful.

But today since he started his own...

Yingjiao licked his lower lip, so he couldn't blame him for being rude.

"What can I do?" Ying Jiao lazily propped up against the wall and smiled slyly: "You don't list them all, what if I accidentally do something and step on you?"

"I... I don't have any lightning points."

"Why not?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and tugged at the strap of his schoolbag: "You won't allow me to say a word just now."

He looked into Jing Ji's eyes and coaxed: "Be obedient, tell me in a low voice, what can you do?"

Jing Ji's ears turned red now, his Adam's apple moved, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Whatever...you can do whatever you want."

Yingjiao's breathing suddenly became heavier, and Jing Ji's words were no different to him than a naked invitation. He almost exploded when he was teased, and clenched his fists: "You wait for me! Later..."

Jing Ji raised his eyes.

Ying Jiao chuckled lightly, then leaned over slightly, gasped in his ear and said, "Dad will kill you."

The students who went out to eat came back one after another, and He Porridge was the first group.

They also handed in the papers ahead of time. They didn't finish their answers, but they went to the cafeteria and didn't want to line up. Anyway, no matter how you write it, it's just a few points, so just hand in the papers early and go to dinner.

"Fuck, be more detailed, I..." Zheng Que walked in all the way, and wanted to say something. When his eyes fell on Jing Ji, who was lying on the table, he immediately fell silent.

He walked to his seat and sat down, turned around and asked Yingjiao, "What's wrong with Brother Ci?"

Yingjiao was writing the questions, and when he heard the words, the pen in his hand kept on, and he curled his lips and said, "I'm tired."

"It's weird," Zheng Que sighed: "This is the first time I see Brother Ci being tired from the exam."

In front, Jing Ji tilted his head and hid the red ear tightly in his arm.

Zheng Que just asked casually, and when he got the answer, he didn't bother anymore, and instead reached out to poke He Congee: "Old He, you continue to talk about that just now, I'm curious."

"Just Qiao Anyan from Class 11," He Conge turned around, opened a bottle of Coke, and said while drinking, "I got tens of thousands of dollars in an online lottery."

"Brother Jiao didn't inquire about him before. At that time, Lao Peng said that he was very lucky sometimes. I didn't believe it. I thought it was too mysterious."

Zheng Que's blood boiled when he heard it, and he was eager to try: "What kind of prize did he draw? I want to try it too."

"I don't know." He Conge wiped his lower lip with his hand, shook his head and said, "He wouldn't say it."

Zheng Que sighed in disappointment: "I'm afraid everyone will go to the draw when they know about it, and lower the winning rate, right? Hey, it's a blessing to share."

Peng Chengcheng suddenly sneered.

In addition to the lottery, what kind of prize can win tens of thousands of dollars at a time, and it is still hidden and unwilling to disclose it to the public? Gambling is about the same.

"Old Peng, why are you so yin and yang?" Zheng Que put his arms on Peng Chengcheng's shoulder without any heart: "Are you also envious and jealous?"

Peng Chengcheng glanced at him with the eyes of the mentally retarded, and slowly spit out four words: "Internet gambling."

"Fuck!" He Conge was so shocked that he almost threw the Coke bottle in his hand: "Isn't it impossible? He dares to do such a thing?"

Although He Congee and the others do not like to study, they often skip classes and go out to play games. But what can be touched and what can't be touched, there is a clear line in my heart.

Zheng Que didn't believe it either: "Gambling is all losing, how can there be so many wins? And we are all students, where did the addiction come from?" He waved his hand: "Lao Peng, don't be alarmist."

Peng Chengcheng was too lazy to waste his time with him, turned around blankly, and went to sleep on his own.

Later, Ying Jiao turned the page of the exercise book in his hand, and lowered his head to cover the coldness on his face.

These days, he thinks a lot.

After asking Qiao Anyan on Tiantai, Ying Jiao was sure that in his last life, he must have been with Jing Ji. Not only that, the classmate he saw walking beside him should also be Jing Ji.

If, as Qiao Anyan said, he died when he went back that day, even if he was reborn, he shouldn't have such a big influence on Jing Ji.

Therefore, Yingjiao is more inclined to what Qiao Anyan did to Jing Ji, which caused all this to happen now.

He couldn't think of exactly what it was, but...

Ying Jiao squeezed the pen, the corners of his eyes and brows were ruthless.

The person who harmed Jing Ci, let alone reincarnation, even if it reincarnates a hundred times, he will remember this hatred.

What is Qiao Anyan most afraid of?

Having lived so miserably in his last life, he must be afraid of falling into that situation again.

Then he just wanted Qiao Anyan to watch, and again, he would repeat the same mistakes. If you want to change your life, you don't work hard, but use crooked ways to **** other people's things and plan to keep them for yourself. How can there be such a cheap thing.

Yingjiao slowly turned the pen in his hand, gambling, at the beginning, naturally you have to give some sweetness, otherwise——

How could he keep getting addicted to it?

The provincial experimental teachers are very efficient. It only took two days to get the monthly test results.

Jing Ji is still a top performer, ranking high on the top of the list, so that the second place has no hope of catching up at all. But after being shown for one semester in a row, the entire sophomore year group was completely numb to it.

When I saw his name and score again, I didn't even feel a little bit in my heart.

Isn't this a normal thing? It's not normal for Jing Ci to not take the first place in the exam, isn't it?

What? Ready for the competition and haven't studied seriously for a few months? Should academic performance drop?

Those are ordinary people, can the boss be the same? How rare and strange!

However, compared to the calm outside, the seventh class at this time was caught in a new round of shock.

This time it was not because of Jing Ji, but because of Yingjiao.

"Brother Jiao..." In the classroom, He Conge, who had just returned from the red list, walked up to Yingjiao with a complicated expression: "Do you know what your total score is this time?"

The hard work of a winter vacation is not in vain. The moment he saw the test paper in the examination room, Yingjiao knew that he would not be too bad this time.

When the teacher taught the papers before, he estimated a score in his heart, thinking that he could get almost 550.

Before he could ask, He Conge couldn't wait to say, "566!"

"This...Is it over a line?" He Conge looked at Yingjiao in disbelief: "In just one semester, you improved 166 points in one semester! Are you a beast?"

First Jing Ji, then Ying Jiao.

I don't know why, He Conge suddenly felt a kind of simple learning in his heart...

Maybe if he works hard, he can get 500 points in the test?

"Fuck!" Zheng Que had no idea about scores, but when He Cong said a line, he understood: "Is my arrogant brother so awesome now?"

The two of them were stunned for a while, but Yingjiao continued to do the questions without any reaction, as if the person who took the 566 exam was not him.

He Conge couldn't stand it anymore, and leaned over and snatched the pen in his hand: "No, Brother Jiao, why are you so calm?"

"What's there to be surprised about? After all..." Ying Jiao finally raised his head, and he curled his lips into a coquettish smile: "I don't know how powerful I am?"

He Congee: "..."

He Porridge looked at him with dead fish eyes: "Would you like to have a face? You're still panting when you say you're fat."

Ying Jiao took out a coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into his mouth. He leaned back against the wall and sneered: "I'm stupid and blame others? How many points can I get on the test, look at Jing Ji Don't you know?"

He Conge was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Yes, after all, your notes were made by Brother Ci."

"No." Ying Jiao lazily hooked the candy with the tip of his tongue: "I'll give you another chance to show your IQ. I've been with Jing Ji for a long time, so I'm more and more like him, what is this called?"

He Conge blinked, and subconsciously followed his words and continued: "Is it called the contagious power of learning gods?"

Ying Jiao looked at the back of Jing Ji's head and smiled softly: "Wrong, husband and wife."

He Congee: "…………"

The author has something to say: today's arrogant brother is a serious arrogant brother who passed 566! So don't play in small theaters!