Chapter Thirty

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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Thirty"

weight="142051"

series = ["Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend"]

mode = "manual"

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"No need." Jing Ci breathed a little bit quickly, he clenched the doorknob, and emphasized: "No need."

Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you need it?" He stuck to the door and looked at Jingci: "Didn't you still rub each other with Wu Weicheng before? Why didn't you get to me?"

Jing Ci didn't know what was wrong with him.

Obviously talking to Wu Weicheng about taking a bath, it's as natural as eating and drinking. But when come to Yingjiao, just think about it, and feel ashamed.

"I..." he squatted: "You don't take a bath..."

Yingjiao immediately said: "Then I will take off now and wash with you."

Jing Ci's face flushed.

Upon seeing Yingjiao, the smile in his eyes deepened. He stretched out his hand and squeezed Jing Ci's face, took a step back, and let go of his hand: "Okay, I'm not teasing you, let's go wash."

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, didn't even care about squeezing his face, and quickly closed the door.

Ying Jiao glanced at the closed bathroom door, walked away and sat on the sofa.

The two came out after class, and have not eaten yet. Yingjiao took out his mobile phone and opened the takeaway app to browse store by store.

In the bathroom, Jing Ci seemed to have begun to wash, and the pattering of water kept on.

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, changed to sit on the end of the sofa farthest from the bathroom, and continued to look at the phone.

However, the sound of the water seemed to be against him deliberately, and he always squeezed into his ears so hard that he didn't want to listen.

Ying Jiao was holding the phone, but his eyes gradually lost focus.

The thoughts in mind are like wild horses running off the rein. For a while, wondered where Jing Ci has been washed now, and for a while wondered if Jing Ci had used the bathtub he used...

Wannian Sao Li's sassy old hooligan, his ears gradually became red.

Ying Jiao coughed, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and turned up the volume.

A popular song is playing on TV, and a clear male voice is singing: "Burn it..."

Winning pride... Winning pride feels that he is going to burn too.

He glanced down at his pants and cursed in a low voice. He reached for the bottle of mineral water that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and put a stick on his face.

"Hiss——" Ying Jiao shivered suddenly, but the heat in his heart not only didn't come down with it, but he became even more agitated.

"Fuck." Ying Jiao threw the mineral water irritably, walked to the window awkwardly, and opened the window.

The cold and humid wind poured in from the window instantly, Ying Jiao avoided it, took a cigarette out of his pocket, and took it out, while smoking it while ordering takeaway. It didn't feel better until the cigarette was exhausted.

He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, put down the phone and closed the window.

The sound of water in the bathroom continued, and gave him a flirt from time to time. Ying Jiao hummed a laugh, threw the phone on the sofa, walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

The sound of water inside suddenly stopped, and then Jing Ci's somewhat flustered voice came: "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes," Ying Jiaoerlang leaned against the wall, his voice was a little dumb: "I'm ordering takeout, and I'm asking if you want to eat lamb."

"Eat," Jing Ci wiped the water stains on his face, and said, "I'm not picky eaters, anything will do."

"There is always a preference," Ying Jiao was quickly blown up by the fire in his body, reluctantly said: "You open the door, I will hand you the phone, you can see for yourself."

Jing Ci choked, and immediately said: "No, I will eat whatever you order."

"real?"

"Really, really." Jing Ci was forced by him and said two "really" in a row, for fear that he could not wait to open the door directly.

Jing Ci didn't feel embarrassed to lock the door in someone else's house to avoid being rude.

"Okay." Ying Jiao smiled: "I see, you continue to wash."

After flirting with Jing Ci, Ying Jiao felt much more comfortable. He took another cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his pocket. Just as he was about to ignite, he suddenly thought that Jing Ci would come out after a while, paused, and threw the lighter.

Yingjiaojia’s bathroom is exquisitely decorated, the heating system automatically adjusts the temperature, the shower flow is large, and the water is even. If you don’t want someone outside, Jing Ci’s bath is very comfortable.

He didn't dare to delay too long. First, he was afraid of missing the Olympiad class at night, and second, he was always uncomfortable thinking about winning. After rubbing it in a hurry, squeezed some shampoo in palm and prepared to wash hair.

When the shower was turned off, he glanced at the storage rack above inadvertently, and the action suddenly stopped.

In a row of washing utensils, there is a bottle of shampoo exactly the same as in his hand. Ying Jiao seemed to have used it, and there was still a little light blue liquid on the mouth of the bottle.

Jing Ci pursed his lips, looked away, remembering Yingjiao's phrase "We both have the same smell", and his cheeks were a little hot.

After more than half an hour, Jing Ci was thoroughly washed. He wiped off the water drops on his body, dressed neatly, folded the dirty clothes and put them in a plastic bag.

Yingjiao’s bathroom is equipped with a defogging device on the edge of the mirror, so even if Jing Ci has just taken a shower, there is no mist in the room except for a moist point.

Jing Ci looked in the bathroom, found a rag from the corner, washed it, and began to wipe the floor little by little.

Ying Jiao noticed that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, but after waiting for a long time, no one came out. He endured forbearance, after all, he walked over and knocked on the door.

"I'll be ready soon." Jing Ci replied, and continued to wipe the floor.

Hearing that his voice was wrong, Ying Jiao frowned and continued to ask: "What are you doing? I went in."

After a few seconds, Jing Ci did not object. He unscrewed the doorknob, opened the door, and saw Jingci squatting on the ground at a glance.

Hearing the movement, Jing Ci turned his head and smiled at him: "It's almost healed."

"You..." Ying Jiao was a little speechless for a while, he looked at Jing Ci with a complicated expression: "No need to clean up, there will be an aunt tomorrow."

Jing Ci was wiping the last line of tiles, and said without raising his head when he heard the words: "It's easy."

Yingjiao's gaze swept around in the bathroom. He lifted up the unbuttoned shower gel cover and was tightly fastened. The edge of the shampoo bottle was also neatly cleaned, and the tiles on the floor were even faster. It's glowing, and can't even find any water stains.

Ying Jiao's heart beat hard, and his chest was so stuffy that he could barely speak.

Jing Ci is really obedient, so obedient makes people feel distressed.

When you come to his house to take a shower, you have to clean up the used bathroom, for fear that it will leave him a little trouble.

No one is born sensible, and children who are spoiled and grown up will always be unscrupulous. But from Jing Ci, Ying Jiao couldn't see even a little bit of squeamishness.

He is tough, hardworking, sensible, and adaptable. Like a grass, even after wind and rain, it still wants to live unrelentingly.

The lack of sunshine, rain and dew and fertile soil does not matter. He never depends on other people's charity, but strives to grasp everything he can grasp, accumulate nutrients little by little, and grow up silently.

Ying Jiao stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull Jing Ci up.

Unprepared, Jing Ci staggered, holding on to the sink, and he was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down: "You don't need to wipe it."

"It's okay," Jing Ci cast his eyes down and took a look: "There is only one line left, I'll soon..."

Before he finished speaking, the rag in his hand was suddenly snatched by Ying Jiao.

"That's right," Yingjiao squatted down, pointed to the floor tiles closest to the shower, and chuckled: "I'm here, how can you do this kind of rough work."

After finishing speaking, holding the rag, lowered his head and started to wipe.

His movements are clumsy and unskilled. Wipe it here and rub it there. It seems that he has never done this kind of work.

Jing Ci looked at him blankly, and then slowly said after a few seconds: "It's already clean."

Ying Jiao exhaled, stood up, and raised his hand to throw the rag aside. The moment he was about to let go, he suddenly remembered Jing Ci's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Before the brain could react, the hand had been automatically retracted spontaneously.

He rinsed the rags, tried several times, and folded them into a symmetrical square shape before placing them in the corner.

"Come here." He beckoned to Jing Ci and turned on the faucet: "Wash your hands and let's eat."

Yingjiao used a bit of strength, and the water rushed down in an instant, falling into the washbasin, splashing all the water on the edge of the washbasin.

Jing Ci took a step back a little later and reached out and turned the faucet off.

Ying Jiao was puzzled, and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Jing Ci didn't speak.

He bowed his head, held the cuff of the school uniform with his left hand that hadn't touched the rag, and fold it up flat, each layer was the same width. He kept his sleeves up to his elbow before he stopped.

Winning arrogant laughter, raised his hand, just about to roll up his sleeve casually, suddenly a slender white hand stretched out next to him.

The action of winning arrogance.

Jing Ci was still silent, saying nothing. Little by little, with the same technique, the sleeves of Yingjiao were rolled up.

When the two were out of the bathroom, the takeaway happened to be delivered.

Yingjiao didn't do so many tricks. He only ordered two steamed lamb dumplings, one prairie mixed vegetables, and two grilled lamb chops.

After attending class all afternoon, the two of them were hungry. After sweeping away all the dishes, Ying Jiao glanced at the time and picked up the car key: "Go back to school."

Jing Ci was putting the last takeaway box into the bag, and nodded when he heard the words: "Okay."

He was carrying a takeaway bag in one hand and his dirty clothes in the other, and he was about to go out.

"Wait." Ying Jiao squeezed his back collar and dragged him back: "Dirty clothes are left. I have an aunt here to fix it. If you save it, you have to do it yourself. After it's done, I will do it again. Bring it back to you."

"No," Jing Ci refused: "I can just wash it myself."

Ying Jiao didn't listen to him, so he snatched the plastic bag in his left hand and threw it to the ground, holding Jing Ci's wrist: "Go."

"Wait..." Jing Ci struggled to go back.

Ying arrogantly hissed: "Why are you so disobedient." He opened the door with one hand and pushed Jing Ci outside.

"I..." Jing Ci reddened his cheeks, turned his head uncomfortably, and whispered: "My underwear is..."

"Cough," Ying Jiao coughed, not knowing what he thought of, and his cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot.

He let go of Jingci: "You can take the underwear, but the coat has to be left. Have you heard?"

After a pause, he added with a chuckle: "Otherwise, don't take it away."

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip and nodded lightly.

Winning Jiao’s home is very close to the school, less than ten minutes away by bike. When the two entered the school gate, Ying Jiao stopped and waved at the pavilion: "Uncle, I'm back."

Hearing the sound, the guard raised his head, and when he saw him, he suddenly smiled: "Okay, I see." He fumbled a few times in the drawer, took out a small bag of Dongzao, and walked out and handed it to Yingjiao: "Take it to eat. My wife has washed it all."

"Oh, there is such a good thing." Ying Jiao unceremoniously reached out and took it, first stuffed one into Jing Ci's mouth, and then took one and ate it by himself, chewing and clicking, "Next time." Bring you cigarettes again, I'm leaving."

"Let's go, let's go back and study hard."

There was not enough time, Jing Ci sent the washing utensils to the dormitory first, and then went to the small classroom.

Before entering the door, he turned around and told Yingjiao: "I will finish that set of analysis papers tonight, and the rest of the time..." He pondered for a while, a little reluctant to say: "Do some math problems and take a break."

Winning pride: "..."

Why does doing math problems have something to do with rest?

He reluctantly leaned on the wall and looked at Xiang Jingci: "I see, little classmate, I promise to complete the task and go in."

Jing Ci nodded, opened the door and walked in.

Jingci came a little late today, except for him, all the students in the Mathematical Olympiad class arrived.

Zhou Chao was reading a book in his seat. After seeing him, he felt as if he had met his relatives, and grabbed his arm: "Ah, what should I do, I'm a little nervous!"

Jing Ci was in a good mood, and smiled at him: "What are you nervous about?"

"Examination results!" Zhou Chao looked at the door and whispered: "Let me tell you, don't look at Teacher Zhao who usually smiles, it's cruel to scold people! This time the question is a bit difficult, I have several The questions are silly, what if you fail the exam?!"

"It's okay," Jing Ci comforted him: "You find it difficult, and everyone else is the same."

Zhou Chao thought about it, and let go of it a little.

He may be a man who can test the top three in the school, he is not afraid!

A few minutes later, the bell for the first self-study class rang, and Teacher Zhao stepped in with the book and papers.

In the small classroom, the hearts of a dozen people suddenly came up.

Teacher Zhao couldn't see the joy or anger on his face. He put the paper on the podium and said straightforwardly: "The test results will be announced below!"

Zhou Chao grunted and swallowed.

"Li Wan: 35. This achievement has to continue to work hard, after all, our goal is not to save two and three."

"Wang Jin: 40. What's wrong with Wang Jin? Did you step on stilts during this period? You floated so hard!"

".................."

"Jiang Chong: 75. It's still a bit dangerous to save the top ten, so you have to keep working hard."

"Zhou Chao: 80. What are you smiling at? The big teeth are showing! Do you think this score is quite high?"

Teacher Zhao snorted, raised his right hand, shook the last paper in his hand, and finally showed the first smile upon entering the door: "Jing Ci, 82!"

The small classroom exploded!

Zhou Chao had just left the podium just a few steps. Hearing Jing Ci's score, he turned back directly, grabbed the paper in Teacher Zhao's hand, and flipped it left and right.

That's right, it is indeed 82!Not wrong at all!

He returned to his seat with a dull expression and put the paper on Jing Ci's table.After a minute of relaxation, his neck froze, and he looked towards Jing Ci with a chuckle, "Didn't you have never studied Mathematical Olympiad before?"

"Ah," Jing Ci was studying the paper, and he was very dissatisfied with his score.Hearing Zhou Chao's words, he raised his head and said, "I learned it."

When Zhou Chao heard this, the boiling psychology was finally balanced. As soon as he was about to say something, he heard Jing Ci continue to say: "I have been studying by myself for several years."

Zhou Chao: "..."

I hate!