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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter VII"

weight="141963"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci was one step behind, following Yingjiao, and silently remembering the way in his heart as he walked.

When the provincial experiment refurbished the teaching building, the playground was enlarged by the way. After two people walked for a long time, they could still feel the slightly soft plastic runway under their feet.

It was not time for the evening self-study and class, there were not many people on the playground, and it was quiet, and even the buzzing of the washing machine in the laundry room could be heard.

Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci with his eyes sideways, and sneered, "What do you do so far away?" Jing Ci could not refuse, holding his wrist and dragging him to his side.

He measured Jing Ci's wrist with his finger and raised his eyebrows: "So thin?"

Jing Ci shook off his hand, Qingjun's face looked particularly cold under the street light: "Can you keep your hands alone?"

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. Although the original book was written from the perspective of the protagonist, Yingjiao didn't make many appearances, but Jing Ci did not forget that he hated the original.

And now, he actually asked himself to go back to the dormitory with him. Isn't this something a close friend would do?

"Do your hands and feet?" Ying Jiao lazily tucked the hair on his forehead: "This is called doing hands and feet?" He curled his lips, and suddenly reached out and rubbed Jingci's earlobes, sneered: "That's called What? Round up to count us both asleep?"

Jing Ci's ears were very sensitive, and when he was pinched like this, it felt as if it had been passed through by an electric current.

His cheeks were flushed, not only angry but also ashamed, he snapped off the hand of Yingjiao, raised his arm and rubbed his ear hard, and said angrily: "You are crazy!"

Keep your feet away from him.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Ying Jiao grabbed his back collar and pulled him back to his side, looking at Jing Ci's angrily appearance, dumbly: "Don't be angry, or I will let you touch it back?"

He leaned forward and put his face in front of Jing Ci, "Knowing that you have been coveting me for a long time, you will get what you want tonight."

Ying Jiao chuckles: "How is it, how is my brother treating you?"

"Who wants to touch you!" Jing Ci pushed his face away forcefully, "Can't you go?"

"Go." Ying Jiao chuckled, and stepped forward unhurriedly, just on the same level as Jing Ci, neither forward nor backward.

Yu Guangli, Jing Ci has adjusted his expression. He pursed his lips slightly, his face is handsome, his nose is high, and the curvature is very beautiful.

Ying Jiao twisted his thumb and index finger unconsciously, and the little abnormal earlobe was quite soft.

The two walked through the playground and headed straight to the grove. Jing Ci frowned, feeling that the road was not right. Xiaolinshu was right next to the school infirmary. He walked by during the day and did not see the dormitory building.

He couldn't help but raised his head and asked Ying Jiao: "Are we going back to the bedroom?"

"Go and buy something first." Yingjiao took out his phone, pressed it twice, and called up the payment page, and smiled at the young lady in the milk tea shop: "Two cups of milk tea, one cup of oatmeal, one cup..."

He turned his head to look at Jing Ci: "What kind of flavor do you want?"

The young lady in the milk tea shop was not very young. She was so smiled by Yingjiao that her face suddenly blushed: "Okay, okay, hot or cold, is the sweetness normal?"

There was a message from the mobile phone, and Yingjiao opened his head without looking up: "The oatmeal should be cold, less sugar, and the rest..." He pointed to the dictum: "You ask him."

"I don't want it." Before the young lady asked, Jing Ci refused.

Ying Jiao snorted, "You are still angry, didn't you apologize to you?" He put down his phone and looked at Jingci: "Hey, this little student, I found that your temper has become quite rigid recently."

Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, and stubbornly explained: "I'm not angry, and my temper has not changed..."

"The other cup will be the same," Ying Jiao turned his head and said to the young lady, aware of his efforts to cover up, and knew clearly: "Okay, let's take the heat sink. There are no air-conditioning in the dormitory, and the heat is dying. ."

Soon, Jing Ci was stuffed with a cup of cold milk tea in his hand.

"thanks."

The damp cup pressed against the palm of his hand, instantly dissipating the heat in his palm, Jing Ci clenched his hand slightly, and after a while, peeled off the straw and inserted it.

At this moment, a person running next to him accidentally touched him, Jing Ci's hand crooked, only leaving a small hole on the milk tea cover.

The light brown milk tea overflowed from the small holes and soon covered the milk tea cover.

Jing Ci poked it down with a straw, and the milk tea immediately popped up more.

He held the straw in one hand and the milk tea in the other, frowning slightly.

Ying Jiao snatched the milk tea in his hand, regardless of the liquid that flowed down, holding the straw and pushing it in forcefully: "Drink it."

"Thank you." Jing Ci thanked him again, lowered his head and took a sip while biting through the straw.

The sweet, oat-scented milk tea slipped into the mouth, Jing Ci's eyes lit up and it was delicious.

"Isn't it too sweet?" Ying Jiao carefully examined his expression, "Give you a cup of normal sweetness?"

"No." Jing Ci shook his head quickly.

He raised his eyes and smiled arrogantly, and licked his lips with the fragrance of milk tea: "It's delicious."

Jing Ci rarely showed such a happy expression. On this day, Ying Jiao had seen his cold face, his pretending to be calm, and even the panic under his calm surface, but it was the first time he saw him. laugh.

He was startled, watching the little tip of his tongue turning on his ruddy lips with a little faint, and itching in his heart suddenly.

Fuck it.

Ying Jiao rubbed his face and threw the mess out of his mind: "That's good."

The milk tea shop is not far from the dormitory. When the two of them arrived at the boys’ dormitory, the dormitory teacher just opened the door and saw someone coming back early, so he looked down at his watch.

Yingjiao didn't care, and walked in with Jingci swaggeringly, and went up to the third floor.

Along the way, Jing Ci kept thinking about words and sentences in his heart, trying to get his dormitory number from Yingjiao's mouth. However, before he could speak, he was taken to 301's door.

"Your dormitory." Ying Jiao lifted his chin, "open the door."

He was so happy that Jing Ci was taken aback, and then he reacted and hurriedly reached out and touched his pocket.

However, he flipped through the pockets of his clothes and trousers again, stupefied that he could not find the door key.

"Wow, little classmate," Ying Jiao glanced at his movements, raised his eyebrows and blew the hooligan whistle: "It's a very hard work, first without the key, is it going to my bedroom next?"

Jing Ci glanced at him, took two steps back to show his innocence, and said indifferently, "I'm here waiting for Li Zhou to come back."

"Don't." Ying Jiao laughed, pulling him forward, "Everyone else went back to the dormitory, but you left me at the door. What I know is that you didn't bring the key, and I didn't know that you thought you were deliberately plotting the site."

He took out the key, stopped at door 303, opened the door in twos or twos, "Come in."

Having just drunk Yingjiao's milk tea, Jing Ci was embarrassed to refute him and had to walk in the door.

Yingjiao’s dormitory has a large space, a typical quadruple room, but three of the beds are empty, and only one bed has a bedding, which is obviously Yingjiao’s bed.

Jing Ci looked away quickly after only one glance. It was not ashamed, but Yingjiao's bed was too messy. The quilts were piled up randomly, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He remembered it was said in the original book that the provincial experiment’s internal inspections were very strict. Even if a piece of paper fell off the floor of the dormitory, points would be deducted by the dormitory teacher. How come to Yingjiao? The school rules are like decorations.

"Sit." Ying Jiao pointed to his bed and took out a bottle of water from the box beside him, "Drink or not?"

"No need." Jing Ci swallowed the milk tea in his mouth and raised the milk tea cup to Ying Jiao, "I drink milk tea."

Ying Jiao nodded, did not force him, unscrewed the water bottle, poured some water, and sat next to Jing Ci.

The bed in the provincial experiment was not made of wooden planks, but a box spring. As soon as Ying Jiao sat down, Jing Ci felt that the bed underneath trembled, and he couldn't help but give way to the side.

Ying Jiao squinted his eyes, took a Rubik's Cube from the bed and played with him, and asked casually, "I heard that you are not in love?"

Jing Ci was stunned. Too much happened that day. He almost forgot the name he said casually. After thinking about it for a moment, he blocked his mouth with Ying Jiao Tian's words: "It was you who let me stay away from you. of."

Yingjiao gritted his teeth lightly, and this person responded very quickly.

"How do I listen to you, I'm quite reluctant," he smiled, "If I didn't say..."

"No." Jing Ci interrupted him, afraid that he would say something messy, "I just want to study hard."

Ying Jiao snorted: "Study hard? Then Xue Jinxing..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a howling of wolves in the hallway. don't know which class of students were madly complaining about their head teacher.

The provincial experimental dormitory was installed with wooden doors with cracks on the sides, which were not soundproof. Ying Jiao sat in the dormitory and heard their conversation clearly.

"Damn, our head teacher is so compelling, let us buy a tutorial book, buy a few! It's better to go out to soak a few girls if you are rich."

Another slapped: "Didn't your class buy it a few days ago? You want to buy it again this time?"

At the beginning, the voice said: "Yeah, do you mean it is disgusting? It seems that Xue Jinxing's "Complete Solution" was obviously voluntary at first, but now it's mandatory again."

"Xue Jinxing's set of books is normal. Several subject teachers in our class have recommended them."

Winning pride: "……………………"

Jing Ci didn't expect that there would be high school students who didn't even know Xue Jinxing, and the corners of his lips were raised up, turning his face to sneer.

Ying Jiao gritted his teeth, turned his face back, and said viciously: "It's funny, isn't it?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips and said nothing, but the corners of his eyes and brows were smiling.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and squeezed his face, "Laugh again, you smile again, let me see?!"

Jing Ci pursed his lips and tried to suppress the smile on his lips. Inadvertently staring at Yingjiao, he finally didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it, hahaha..." He shook his head while avoiding arrogant hands while pushing him.

Jing Ci usually doesn't have any expressions, and even a little bit cold. With such a smile, he suddenly seemed a lot softer.

The embarrassment in Ying Jiao's heart disappeared instantly, and his heart felt as if he had been harassed by feathers, itching.

He let go of his hand, and with force, he directly pressed Jing Ci under him, and looked at him condescendingly: "Very funny?"

"No, no," At this moment, the embarrassed person changed to Jing Ci, and he stretched out his hand to push the arrogance: "You get up..."

Ying Jiao didn't see Jing Ci's little energy in his eyes. He grabbed Jing Ci's wrist and pressed it on top of his head, his tongue pressed against his cheek, and a bit of evil appeared on that handsome face instantly: "Get up? Where do you get up from?"

Needless to say? Jing Ci opened his mouth, but vaguely felt that something was wrong when he spoke.

He frowned and emphasized again: "Get up."

The hooligan who won the arrogance came up, and made an inch of it. Not only did he not get up when he heard the words, but he pressed Jing Ci tighter: "Say, where do you get up from?"

Jing Ci has never had such close contact with others before, and his face is slightly unnatural: "Don't make trouble."

"Who is arguing with you?" Ying Jiao raised his lips badly: "Be reasonable, little classmate, you don't make it clear by yourself. How can I know if you don't tell me?"

He pressed down slightly, and said softly, "Say, where do I get up?"