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date="2021-11-01"

title="third chapter"

weight="141951"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci followed Ying Jiao out of the toilet and suddenly felt a little itchy in his nose. He reached out and touched it, and he felt a nosebleed.

The boy had a heavy hand from the beginning.

Suddenly, Jing Ci had an urge to turn around and hit him with the mop a few more times.

Ying Jiao walked in front, carefully pondering Jing Ci's abnormality today, and when he recovered, he found that the person next to him had disappeared. Turning his head to see, Jing Ci stood motionless in the back, covering his face with his right hand.

He hesitated, or walked back, and asked, "Hurt?"

"No, it doesn't matter." Jing Ci put down his hands: "It's bleeding, I'll go back and wash it."

Jing Ci had a lot of blood, and he wiped it with his hand again, half of his face was blood red. The visual impact caused in an instant is thrilling.

Ying Jiao's head buzzed, and his face suddenly paled.

"What's the matter?" Jing Ci wanted to go back. Seeing that Yingjiao's state was not right, he subconsciously raised his hand and wiped it: "There is so much blood on my face?"

"Don't move!" There was a layer of cold sweat on Yingjiao's forehead, and his stomach faintly nauseated. He closed his eyes and grabbed Jing Ci's wrist to stop his movement.

"Did you hurt just now?" Jing Ci didn't grasp the key point, thinking that something wrong with Winning Pride had been beaten. He looked back at the direction of the toilet, a little worried.

After beating that boy, he has been forced to tie up with Yingjiao. Looking at Yingjiao like this, it is estimated that the injury is not light, and his combat effectiveness is not good.

If that group of people came out now, the two of them would have almost no resistance and could only be rubbed against the ground.

At the critical moment, Jing Ci was still calm and unruffled. He pursed his lips and suddenly pinched a arrogant arm, sensibly: "Hold on, you have to stay out of the toilet."

He did not show any mercy at this pinch, and abruptly pulled Ying Jiao out of his dizziness.

Winning pride: "..."

Ying hissed, and subconsciously looked at the painful place: "You are so special..."

With blood on Jing Ci's hand and touching Yingjiao's skin, he naturally rubbed the blood on it. Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and was filled with that bloody piece.

Yingjiao staggered and fell on Jing Ci's body.

what happened? Jing Ci was at a loss.

Jing Ci carefully recalled the scene just now, then looked at his hand, at Yingjiao's blood-stained arm, and at the person pressing on him...

Repeated this many times, and finally came to a conclusion dumbfounded: the school bully of the experimental middle school is the winner of the arrogant brother!

He...fainted.

No wonder the original book says that winning arrogant fights never slaps the face, and never breaks people's heads.

Co-authoring this point that made countless book fans scream, cry, and even give him the title of "School Overlord Gentleman" for this reason, it was not because others were ruthless and hacked. It's an internal injury! It's not because of his demeanor that he always saves a bit of face when he starts!

It's because of his faint blood!

Jing Ci lowered his head, and just picked eight in the toilet, and easily flipped over a group of human-shaped nuclear bombs. At this moment, he was rolling his eyebrows against his chest, harmlessly like a large pillow.

Jing Ci was silent for a while before accepting this fact.

He pushed to win arrogance: "Can you still get up?"

Yingjiao didn't respond.

Jing Ci pushed him again, and said calmly: "If you don't get up anymore, the ones behind will come up."

Ying Jiao frowned, but still did not respond.

Just when Jing Ci wanted to pinch him again, Ying Jiao suddenly pressed his hand with difficulty.

Seeing that he was conscious, Jing Ci tentatively asked, "Should I take you to the infirmary?"

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and slowed down for a while, gently grinding his teeth: "Clean up your face."

Jing Ci said honestly: "I can't see it."

Ying Jiao let out a sigh of relief, took off his school uniform jacket, and threw it on Jing Ci's head.

A minute later, Jing Ci with his face covered in school uniform and only two eyes exposed, he shrank his right hand and held the cold-faced, semi-paralyzed school bully classmate, staggering forward.

Three minutes later, the two of them were bathing in the hot autumn sun, standing still, like two salted fish waiting to be dried.

The dizziness in Yingjiao's mind has not passed yet, so she can only rely on Jing Ci for most of her body's center of gravity. He closed his eyes and sneered: "I'm addicted to help, reluctant to leave?"

Jing Ci turned to look at him.

Ying Jiao could feel his sight without opening his eyes, and lazily said: "What's the matter? Is the brother handsome?"

"It's very handsome," Jing Ci replied seriously, paused, and said, "I just wanted to ask you, where is the school doctor's office?"

Winning pride: "..."

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "You stayed in the provincial experiment for a year. You were beaten to the school infirmary every once in a while. You stayed in the school infirmary longer than in the classroom. Tell me now, you I don't know how to get to the school doctor's room?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci looked fearless: "Don't tell me, don't tell me, I will throw you here."

Winning pride: "..."

Fuck, why is this little pervert so abnormal today.

Ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at the school infirmary with difficulty.

Yingjiao's dizziness is quite serious, but fortunately, there is no need to hang glucose. The school doctor vacated a hospital bed for him, let him lie down for about five minutes, and instructed Jing Ci to pour a cup of hot water to cool, and feed it to him in five minutes.

Settling down to win arrogance, Jing Ci took off the school uniform on his head and borrowed some water from the school doctor to wash his hands and face.

The school doctor stood by and watched for a while, and saw that he could not always wash the right place. He moved the chair and put it in front of the half-length mirror, took the basin of water and put it on the stool, and said to the scene: "Wash in front of the mirror. "

Jing Ci paused his hands slightly, lowered his eyes and walked to the half-length mirror.

"You kids, don't study hard every day, just thinking about troubles, and you will regret it in the future." The school doctor adjusted the direction of his chair while nagging: "When you reach my age, you will understand. I really envy you..."

Pointing to the little scratch on Jing Ci's cheek, he said, "This time you are lucky, and the injury is minor. Otherwise, there are scars on such a beautiful face. You won't regret it later."

As the school doctor said, he couldn't help but glanced at his glasses again.

The teenager in the mirror has fair complexion and delicate features. The eyelashes are long and thick, like two small fans. Because of the downward eye, the shape of the eye is completely outlined by the eyelashes, and the end of the eye is slightly upturned, as if it comes with eyeliner, and it is cold and beautiful when not smiling. When pursing his lips in embarrassment, he also has a handsome youth.

Even a disheveled shit-yellow hair can't hide this outstanding face.

Jing Ci's body became stiff, his eyelashes trembling slowly raised his eyes, and after a few seconds of mental improvement, he looked at the dusty mirror.

When he saw it, he was shocked, and he didn't even know that the school doctor put some iodine on his face.

This face... he involuntarily stretched out his hand and stroked it. It looked exactly like him before, even the little red mole on the earlobe.

"Scared." The school doctor shook his head, thinking to himself, he is still a child.

"Don't mess around next time."

The same name, the same face, what is going on?

Jing Ci digested it for a while, before suppressing the frustration and doubts in his heart, and sincerely thanked the school doctor: "I see, thank you."

Yingjiao has almost slowed down at this moment, and when he heard Jing Ci's answer, he opened his eyes in surprise.

When has this little pervert been so polite?

He shouldn't be as usual, sullenly saying: Is it something to do with you?

Ying Jiao took a sip of water and cast down his eyes to hide the doubt in his eyes.

"Let me wipe your arm for you." Jing Ci actually didn't want to have more contact with Yingjiao, but first, the blood was rubbed up by himself, and second, the Buddha was sent to the west. The first ninety-nine steps were taken. Gone, not bad for the last step.

Ying Jiao stretched out his arm upon hearing this.

Jing Ci's strength was neither light nor heavy, just right, Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes comfortably, and suddenly smiled.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him, as if asking him what he was laughing at.

"Yes, little brother, the routines are pretty slippery."

Jing Ci's face was unclear.

"Did you just think of this scene when you rubbed the blood on me?" Ying Jiao curled his lips: "Interview, after a year of chasing, how does it feel to finally touch the arm of your sweetheart?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci tucked his arms back into the quilt with an indifferent expression, stood up far away from him, and didn't answer any questions.

"I'm going back."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was already past three in the afternoon. He has to go out to dye and cut his hair. don’t know how long it will take.

In front of Teacher Liu, I ensured that it was one aspect, but Jing Ci wanted to do more.

Suddenly in the novel, no matter how calm and restrained he shows, he still has no real feeling in his heart.

Jing Ci now urgently needs to do a few questions calmly and calmly.

Apart from mathematics, nothing can give him a sense of security.

Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows: "Go back?"

Jing Ci said, "You can't be late for self-study late."

Ying Jiao was angrily laughed by him. A man who slept in class every day and turned in blank papers for exams told him that he should honestly go to self-study at night?

Tease him.

"Wait a minute." Yingjiao put down the paper cup, took a band-aid from the table, and beckoned Jing Ci to come over.

Jing Ci hesitated, but walked to his bedside: "Is there anything else?"

"Today's matter," Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ci's collar and forced him to bend down, slowly put the band-aid on Jing Ci's mouth, and patted twice: "Rotten in my heart, I understand. NS?"

When he was cold, his long and narrow eyes were dark, and the whole person was enveloped with a breath of extreme danger, like a large beast hunting in the jungle.

Yin Yu, cruel.

Jing Ci was not afraid of him.

He has the ability to beat himself, so he dared to show him bloodletting on the spot.

"You speak well, what do you need to do?" Jing Ci tore open the band-aid on his mouth angrily, "I didn't say not to promise you."

Ying Jiao lightly nodded on the surface of the bed. He really felt that this little pervert was a change of person.

As long as he frowned in the old Jingci, he would hide far away, let alone just face him. And...according to his desire to die and live for himself, how could it be this reaction when he had the opportunity to contact himself.

"Oh?" Suddenly, Ying Jiao became interested. He sat up, looked at Jing Ci, and said with a smile, "Why should I believe you?"

Jing Ci felt that he was questioning his character, and said coldly, "My mouth is very tight."

Ying Jiao leaned on the bedside, looking at Jing Ci.

The small abnormal eyelashes are thick and long, and the eye shape is slightly longer. When not smiling, they look very cold. But at this time he looked at himself dissatisfied, the water in those dark eyes was shining, and I don’t know how, he vented the coldness inexplicably, and even seemed to be so soft, which made people especially want it. Bully.

As for the mouth he tried hard to sell...

Ying Jiao's gaze rolled around on the naturally rosy lips, and suddenly he smiled, expressing meaningfully: "How tight is it?"

The author has something to say: Little theater, win the pride: Reasonable, I, a school tyrant who beats the invincible on the campus, unexpectedly fainted? !

Lian Dashuo: Well, so you still have a nickname called Jiaojiao.

Winning pride:……………………