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chapter eight
Jing Ci turned his face to his side for a long while, his eyelashes trembled, and he tried to calm down and said, "From, from me."
"what?"
"Get up from me..."
Ying Jiao laughed, satisfied, and let go of him compassionately.
Jing Ci sat on Yingjiao's bed with no expression on his face, but his cheeks were slightly red, and a dull hair on his head was slightly tilted.
He always felt a little uncomfortable, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet. just picked up the milk tea and held it in hand, only to feel better.
The phone jingled in his pocket, and Jing Ci suddenly took out the straw and looked down.
It was the news from Li Zhou that he had arrived at the dormitory, and asked where Jingci was.
Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said proudly to Ying: "My roommate is back, I will go back first."
Ying Jiao leaned lazily on the railing, and when Jing Ci walked to the door, he stopped him: "We will have dinner together tomorrow morning."
Jing Ci paused, very reluctant.
He couldn't figure out what went wrong, he obviously wanted to stay away from winning, and did so, but now why is he getting further and further away from his original intention?
"I..." He tactfully expressed his refusal: "I got up early."
"Coincidentally, I get up early every day." Ying Jiao looked at him with a smile, "I secretly move forward by myself, but my classmates are not allowed to follow. Little classmate, you have a problem with your thinking."
Jing Ci looked at him hard with a word, and coldly exposed his lie: "Don't you often skip class in the morning?"
It is described in the original book that Ying Jiao was very angry when he got up, and no one dared to call him, so he could only keep him asleep.
Ying Jiao's gaze suddenly paused. It stands to reason that Jing Ci shouldn't have known about this...
He suppressed the doubts in his heart, tilted his head to look at Jing Ci, and smiled: "You really care about me."
Jingci was so angry that he turned around and left.
Behind him, Yingjiao's voice came faintly: "I still think you have changed a lot. When did you start? I think about it..."
Jing Ci gritted his teeth and turned around: "I will get up at six tomorrow."
Yingjiao smiled and was satisfied: "Okay."
In his heart, he became more determined about that incredible guess, and he was all about it. If it were the original Jingci, I am afraid he would have been impatient for it.
There are about forty people in a class in the provincial experiment, and the dormitory is uniformly allocated to the class by the school. Because there have been class-to-class gang fights in the dormitory, even if the dormitory of one class is not satisfied, they will not arrange for people from other classes to come in, so as to avoid such conflicts again.
There are few people staying in Class 7, and only Jing Ci and Li Zhou live in 301.
"Where have you been?" As soon as Jing Ci entered the dormitory, Li Zhou asked, "Didn't you just go back to the dormitory?"
"Forgot to bring the key. I went to sit in another dormitory." Jing Ci replied briefly, afraid that Li Zhou would ask further, and quickly changed the subject: "Did you see my key?"
Li Zhou was wondering when Jingci would have a friend who could go to the dormitory. When asked like this, he immediately threw the question behind his mind: "It should be in the drawer. Didn't you bring the key these days?"
Jing Ci heard the words, opened the drawer, and saw a white key lying inside.
He breathed a sigh of relief and put the key in his pocket so as not to forget it tomorrow morning.
"Let's go, go to the water room to wash." Li Zhou pulled out a plastic basin from the bed and urged Jing Ci: "Otherwise, the water room will be too crowded when the other class comes back."
The dormitory of the provincial experiment does not have a separate bathroom. There is a water room on each floor, where the students wash themselves. If you take a bath, you need to go to the school bath.
"good."
As soon as the two of them finished washing, the large group of self-study students came back.
Li Zhou looked at Jing Ci triumphantly: "You take a look, now you can't get a spot in the water room."
He lay on the bed with Erlang's legs tilted, found the plug on the wall, charged the phone, and complained to Jingci: "Damn, the dormitory is really annoying, and it's stuck on the socket again. I don't know if I can hold on again this time. how long."
The provincial experiment did not allow mobile phones to go to school. The investigations were very strict. The sockets in the dormitories were all stuck. If you find out which dormitory has opened the socket privately, you will be deducted points.
But this rule is useful for students in other classes, but it doesn't work for the young ladies in Class 7.
Points are deducted if they are deducted, who cares?
Call a parent? It doesn't matter. The mobile phones are bought by parents, can they keep them at home without them? What if you were kidnapped when you went out? Wouldn't it be worth waiting to die without a cell phone?
As a result, the school closed one eye and didn't care much about the 7th class dormitory. At most when they are too arrogant, the teacher will paste the socket on again.
"Can you charge it?" Li Zhou asked Jingci: "If I don't charge it, I will charge it for a while."
Jing Ci shook his head: "You can charge it, my phone still has electricity."
He doesn't play games or chat, holding his mobile phone is just to check the time, and contact his classmates when necessary.
Li Zhoule said: "It's great, then I will play games while charging."
Li Zhou was so immersed in the game that he couldn't extricate himself, without raising his head, Jing Ci opened the cabinet and became familiar with the things of the original body.
At eleven o'clock, the lights in the dormitory are turned off.
Jing Ci lay on the bed, staring at the box-spring bed above, before closing his eyes for a while.
Tomorrow is a new day and a new life.
Jing Ci had formed a biological clock, and before the wake-up music played the next day, he opened his eyes. took out phone and checked the time, and it was less than six o'clock.
He got up lightly, opened the door and went out to wash.
After returning, Li Zhou sat up in a daze. Seeing Jing Ci's neat appearance, he was horrified: "Fuck, you are all ready? Are you really planning to be a good student?"
He originally wanted to crumple the quilt into a ball and threw it on the head of the bed. He glanced at Jing Ci's folded quilt like a tofu block. Suddenly he felt ashamed and began to fold the quilt clumsily.
"You can leave when you're done, don't wait for me." He yawned and rubbed his eyes: "Go to the cafeteria early without waiting in line."
Jing Ci replied and asked Li Zhou, "Should I bring you breakfast?"
Li Zhou had been classmates with Jing Ci for more than a year, and he had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. He suddenly felt that Jing Ci's change was quite good.
He handed the meal card to Jing Ci: "Okay, bring me two potato cakes, a tea egg, and a cup of soy milk."
"good."
After leaving the dormitory, Jing Ci hesitated, then walked to 303 and knocked on the door.
After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.
Jing Ci guessed that Yingjiao hadn't woken up yet, struggling for a while, or raised his hand and knocked again.
A minute later, Ying Jiao wore loose pajamas and opened the door with a low pressure.
"You..." Jing Ci was overjoyed when he saw him like this, "I haven't gotten up yet, then I'm leaving now?"
"Who let you go?" Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and dragged him into the dormitory, pressing on the bed: "Sit down and wait for me."
He held the basin and shook it to the water room like a zombie.
It was when got up, the water room was full of people and it was noisy. As soon as Yingjiao entered the door, the water room was quiet in an instant, and a boy who stepped aside immediately took the pot and walked away, giving him his place.
Ying Jiao walked over and put his basin in the sink.
The people he had been chatting and fighting around him became honest, shrunk his shoulders, and didn't even dare to gargle too loudly.
After washing, Yingjiao became more sober, and simply tidied up, and greeted Jingci: "Go."
Jing Ci looked at his messy bed with some entanglement, enduring and forbearing, and finally resisted the urge to rush over to tidy up.
Ying Jiao glanced over his face and slightly raised the corners of his lips.
"Go to a cafeteria to eat, okay?" Ying Jiao locked the door and turned to ask Jing Ci.
Jing Ci nodded: "Okay."
He looked at the black T-shirt on Yingjiao: "You don't wear school uniforms?"
The provincial experiment stipulates that school uniforms must be worn during school.
Ying Jiao looked down and raised his eyebrows: "Why don't I wear school uniforms, don't you know? Who stained my clothes yesterday?"
Jing Ci was not fooled by him: "There are two sets of school uniforms."
"The other set is at home." Ying Jiao explained, holding Jing Ci's shoulders and leading him: "Go, it's okay."
I have reminded him, he will not listen, and it is not himself who will be punished by that time.
Jing Ci didn't say any more, broke away from the hand of Yingjiao, and went out of the dormitory with him.
There are two canteens in the provincial experiment. One canteen is owned by the school. The food tastes good and the price is very cheap. As for the second canteen that is outsourced, not only is the price expensive, there are often dark dishes similar to orange fried meat. Therefore, most students in the provincial experiment will choose a canteen when eating.
The breakfast in a canteen is very rich, including fried rice, cakes, and pasta.
At this point, Jing Ci, there are not many people in the canteen, and there are only three or two kittens in line in front of the window.
"I have fried rice," Jing Ci raised his head to look at Ying Jiao: "How about you?"
It's been a long time since Yingjiao got up so early. At this moment, he didn't have any appetite, and he glanced at the window with frown, and said with no interest: "Noodles."
"Well, let's buy them separately."
Jing Ci packed Li Zhou's rice first, and then went to buy his own rice.
He made a fried rice with two pieces of fermented bean curd. After thinking about it, queued up again and bought a cup of hot soy milk.
When he turned around to find a seat, he saw Ying Jiao at a glance.
He was leaning on a pillar and playing with his mobile phone. Even if he looked like a fool, he was very handsome and very dazzling. He was very eye-catching in the crowd. The girls passing by his side were sneaking at him.
Jing Ci noticed that someone even deliberately walked in front of him twice.
"Eat so little?" Noting that Jing Ci had come, Ying Jiao put the phone in his pocket and glanced at his dinner plate: "Can you be full?"
Jing Ci only made a couple of fried rice, which is really not much for boys who are growing up.
"I don't like to eat much in the morning." Jing Ci sat down and explained, pushing the cup of hot soy milk in front of Yingjiao: "For you."
Ying Jiao looked at him in surprise.
Jing Ci didn't like to owe favors to others, and explained to him stubbornly: "You asked me to drink milk tea last night. I know soy milk is cheaper. I..."
"It's so sweet," Ying Jiao looked at him with a grin, plugged in a straw and took a big sip, "How do you know I want some soup?"
He bought two lotus root noodles and pushed one of them to Jing Ci: "Just eat the soup."
Jing Ci quickly declined: "No, I can't finish it."
"I didn't let you finish it," Yingjiao put the spoon into the bowl for him: "Drink some soup. If you can't eat the noodles, you don't need to eat it."
The kindness is hard to be but, Jing Ci really can't push it off, so thanked him, and stuffed it down with a bite of rice and noodles.
He grew up in an orphanage and has never had enough food and no leftovers. Over time, I have developed the habit of eating clean.
Watching his painful eating, Ying Jiao stretched out his hand to pull his bowl over: "Don't eat if you can't finish it."
"Can't waste it." Jing Ci blocked his hand, and put a chopsticks and lotus root powder into his mouth.
Ying Jiao couldn't do anything about it. Seeing him eating seriously, he ate up half of the noodles he wanted to throw away.
After breakfast, the two went straight to the teaching building.
Jing Ci was thinking about whether the morning self-study should continue to summarize the outline, or to brush up the questions, and a violent shout came from behind: "You! That's right! It's you! Stop me! Which class?! Why don't you wear school uniforms?!"
The instructor held up the big horn, ran towards them quickly, stood in front of Ying Jiao, and sternly questioned.
Ying Jiao put one hand in his pocket and lazily said: "The school uniform is dirty in the second and seventh high school."
"One set is dirty and the other set?" The dean didn't believe it.
"At home." Ying Jiao glanced aside, and when Jing Ci was about to sneak away, his eyesight and hands quickly pulled him back: "This classmate can testify for me."
Jing Ci was stared at by Ying Jiao and the dean of teaching, and he couldn't get off the ground. In addition, Yingjiao's school uniform was indeed stained with blood and could not be worn, so he nodded and said, "Well, that's it."
The teaching director sneered and said arrogantly to Ying: "I can't tell, you are quite popular. At this time, there are idiots on the pole to testify to you."
He turned to Jing Ci, raised the loudspeaker high, and roared: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?!"
"Okay, since you are so loyal, stand here with him too, and see how I can clean up you when I empty out later!"
Fool Jingci: "..."
The author has something to say: #What kind of experience is pitted by a boyfriend#
Jing Ci: Laxative, want to change one.