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Chapter Thirteen
Jingci is a person who must do what he says. It is too late to write notes that day, but there are some contents in Chinese that do not need notes.
During the break, he opened the Chinese essays and said to Ying arrogantly: "In the next few days, I will list the ancient texts that need to be recited this semester for you. Recitation is the easiest."
He pointed to the book page: "Let’s start with "Pipa Xing". Can you understand the meaning? If you don’t understand, I can tell you again. It’s easier to recite after understanding the meaning."
Ying Jiao turned to look at him.
When it comes to studying, Jing Ci has a serious and serious expression on his face, a little teacher's appearance, inexplicably cute.
Winning arrogant and smirk, his body turned slightly, pretending to be deaf shamelessly: "Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
Two people are at the same table, and Jing Ci feels that his volume is loud enough. But the classroom in Class 7 is really noisy, and it's possible if you don't hear it clearly. He raised the volume and said again.
"What?" Ying Jiao frowned: "Still inaudible."
He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and turned his ears aside: "You come over and say."
Jing Ci didn't move, feeling that the win was deliberate. At such a close distance and such a loud voice, he was not deaf, how could he not hear clearly.
Winning arrogantly smiled and pushed him with his knees: "Little classmate, I just said I want to repay, but now I regret it?"
Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, and moved in according to his words. To his ear, he repeated what he said just now.
The boy's voice is slightly faint, but his timbre is very nice. While speaking, his breathing coefficient sprayed on Yingjiao's ears.
It's hot and itchy.
Ying Jiao turned his eyes slightly, watching his long and thick eyelashes blink gently.
The classmates around were laughing and playing, and from time to time there was excitement screaming.
There was a strong scent of osmanthus floating in the air, but Yingjiao's nose smelled a faint, insignificant scent.
It was the fragrance of Jing Ci's body shampoo, refreshing lemon scent.
Yingjiao subconsciously lowered his head and sniffed deeply.
After Jing Ci finished speaking, he didn't get a response. He raised his head: "You..."
Coincidentally, was hitting Yingjiao and bowing his head.
In the next second, Jing Ci's nose hit Ying Jiao's lips straight.
Both of them froze for a moment.
A very light kiss, not even a kiss.
Ying Jiao touched his lips slowly and looked towards Jing Ci.
Jing Ci bounced away instantly and blushed.
"Wow, little classmate," Ying Jiao curled his lips and whistled: "Is it so irritable?"
Jing Ci blushed and moved his body a bit, trying to make his own arrogance a little further, and apologized in embarrassment, "I'm sorry."
Yingjiao leaned in shamelessly, leaning on his chin with one hand, and looking at Jing Ci lazily: "You said I'm sorry, I have to accept it?"
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip: "Then what do you want?"
After a pause, he said, "Otherwise I will organize your notes for you now, I..."
"I always like to give a tooth for a tooth," Ying Jiao interrupted him with a chuckle: "You kissed me forcibly, but I can't come back too much, right?"
Jing Ci blushed even more. He grabbed the language book in his hand and tried to explain to Ying Jiao: "I didn't kiss you forcefully, it was just an accident."
Ying Jiao played with the lighter in his hand and smiled, "Who knows if it was an accident?"
He paused and licked his lips: "When was the last time here? You rushed into my arms."
"There are so many accidents."
Jing Ci's blush was about to smoke, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly: "You...you change one."
Win the pride as soon as he sees it, for fear of driving him anxiously: "It's okay to change one..."
Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him instantly.
"You scream brother, let me squeeze my face, this matter is over."
Jing Ci opened his mouth, a little unable to scream.
Yingjiao didn't urge him, but raised his eyebrows and said, "It will be a breaktime exercise in a while. You can scream in front of the whole school on the playground."
He raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock: "There is one minute to go to class."
"Brother." Jing Ci called out, resisting the heat of his face.
Rather than calling him in front of the whole school and asking him to come back in person, Jing Ci would rather call him now.
Ying Jiao chuckles, stretches out his hand and squeezes Jing Ci's face: "Really good."
Jingci's facial features are three-dimensional, and there is not much flesh on the face, but the skin is tender and firm, and the hand feels particularly good. Until the end of the second class, Yingjiao was still rubbing his fingers.
He porridge put the water on his pants, turned his head and found that Yingjiao was in a trance. He leaned forward stubbornly: "What are you doing, Brother Jiao, who just had a circumcision operation and dare not take off his pants?"
Ying Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, smiling with a sorrow: "I'm afraid that taking off your pants will hurt your self-esteem too much."
He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He Cong looked at him with a word, "Not Brother Jiao, why have you been so ridiculous lately? Did something happen that we don't know?"
Ying Jiao pursed his lower lip lightly and chuckled, "Guess."
After the second class of the provincial experiment every morning, it is time for exercises between classes.
From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, regardless of the winter and heat, the activity content is to run laps around the playground.
This time of day is the busiest time on the playground.
All three graders gathered on the playground, laughing and playing.
The boys' eyes were on the good-looking girls, and the girls also gathered in twos and threes, secretly talking about the handsome boys in school.
Jing Ci and Li Zhou squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, and walked to the assembly place of the seventh class.
"who's that person?!"
A girl pointed in their direction and kept screaming in a low voice: "Ahhhhh, the boy on the left is so nice!!"
Another girl followed her gaze, her eyes lit up suddenly: "Really handsome! I haven't seen it before. Is it a transfer student?"
The girl who spoke first stared at Jing Ci: "Quick! Let's stare together to see how many shifts they go."
"Good good!"
At this time, a boy came from the side.
He is beautiful, white and tender, and very small. Hearing the words of the two girls, he interjected: "That person is called Jing Ci."
The girl who spoke at the beginning was surprised: "Jing Ci? The one that knocked you out?"
Qiao Anyan nodded, looking thoughtfully at Jing Ci's upright body: "It's him."
It's been so long since rebirth, it's the first time Qiao Anyan has seen Jing Ci.
In his last life, he hadn't been in school soon after the second year of high school, and he didn't know what happened to Jing Ci. However, before and after the fight with himself, Jing Ci changed a lot.
Why is this happening?
Was it the butterfly effect brought about by my own rebirth that made Jing Ci feel repentant, or did Jing Ci have undergone the same changes as himself?
Qiao Anyan was not sure.
Jing Ci felt a sight betting on him, like a shadow. He looked up and collided with Qiao Anyan's gaze.
"How about it, is it really jealous when the enemy meets?" Li Zhou grinned and said.
"The enemy?"
"Yeah, is it possible that you two are fighting each other?"
Fight... Qiao Anyan!
The protagonist in the original book is affected.
Jing Ci's pupils shrank suddenly.
I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the moment he saw Qiao Anyan, his head started to ache.
"What's wrong with Jingci?" Seeing that his expression was wrong, Li Zhou asked quickly: "Is sick? Or is it uncomfortable to see Qiao Anyan?"
"It's okay." Jing Ci rubbed his temples and said perfunctorily. Just about to look away, Qiao Anyan suddenly walked over here.
"What do you want to do?" Li Zhou stepped forward vigilantly, blocking Jing Ci, looking at Qiao Anyan with some hostility in his eyes.
In the past, Jing Ci fights and Li Zhou will not help, but will watch the excitement next to him.
But it's different now.
Jing Ci brought him breakfast for nearly half a month, and the relationship between the two of them had long been closer.
It doesn’t matter if you help bring a meal, if you do, bring it twice.
Qiao Anyan smiled and said that he was not malicious.
He looked at Jing Ci and suddenly said, "Yangcheng Olympics?"
Yangcheng's successful bid for the Olympics is the beginning of next year.
At that time, the whole country was celebrating, and every TV station was reporting this incident in turn.
If Jing Ci was born again like him, then he would know.
After saying this, his eyes fixed on Jing Ci, not letting go of any reaction from Jing Ci.
Jing Ci's head was hurting, and when he heard his thoughtless sentence, he frowned, "What?"
Li Zhou also didn't understand: "What is the Yangcheng Olympics? Are you sick? Came to tell us something messy."
Qiao Anyan looked at Jing Ci carefully for half a minute, and was relieved to make sure that he was not reborn.
Although with Jingci's IQ, even if he was reborn, he wouldn't be able to hinder himself, but only by knowing oneself can he survive a hundred battles, not to mention that this person is still his own rival in love.
"Nothing." Qiao Anyan smiled and turned away.
He is the only person who can be favored by the heavens, and even for this, he absolutely can't continue to fall in this life.
He must study hard and earn a good future for himself.
And win pride...
Qiao Anyan clenched his fist slightly, he couldn't get it in his previous life, and he would make up for everything in this life.
"No," Li Zhou looked at him from behind, with a face of inexplicable expression: "What did he do? Feeling nervous?"
Jing Ci looked down, he knew Qiao Anyan's purpose. He is testing himself whether he is born again just like him.
The Yangcheng Olympics should be something that will happen in the future.
But it is a pity that my original world is different from this world.
"Don't worry about him." Jing Ci pulled and pulled Li Zhou: "Let's go quickly, otherwise we will be late for the exercise session between classes."
From knowing that he and the original body have exactly the same appearance and name, Jing Ci had a little doubt in his heart.
Your own book wear may not be accidental.
It's just that nothing special happened later, so Jing Ci let go of this doubt. And now the appearance of Qiao Anyan, accompanied by his headache, made Jing Ci completely affirmed his guess.
Qiao Anyan's aura is at odds with himself.
Perhaps, I want to stay away from the plot, and my goal of living my own life can't be achieved...
But Jing Ci didn't panic. Since they were all here, soldiers came to cover the water.
The seven classes are arranged in teams, and boys and girls are separated.
Girls are ranked first according to their size, and boys are ranked behind girls according to the same rules.
Jing Ci's height is 178, ranking relatively low in the entire class team. And Yingjiao, who is one to eighty-eighth tall, ranks last in the team unchanged for thousands of years.
However, as he was running today, the people next to Jing Ci suddenly changed, and he subconsciously glanced sideways.
"Little classmate, you're running very seriously." Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci with a joke in his voice.
Jing Ci's gaze fell on his well-shaped thin lips, and his cheeks suddenly became hot. He turned his head hurriedly, pretending that he hadn't heard it.
A lazy voice came from behind: "Hey, ignore people?"
"Is it so arrogant?"
"Hey little classmate, you have been very bloated recently."
The students in Class 7 looked at the two people one after another, with gossip gleaming in their eyes.
Ying Jiao has a thick-skinned face and doesn't care at all, but Jing Ci can't stand such a scrutiny.
Seeing He Congee and Zheng Que almost couldn't help but come to watch the excitement, he finally gritted his teeth and turned his head: "Which one of us swells when we are running around the team?!"
Ying Jiao hooked his lips and gave Jing Ci a meaningful look: "I am swollen? Where do I swell?"
The author has something to say: Little theater, Yingjiao: They are all brothers, I will not take off my pants to hurt your self-esteem, okay.
He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "…………………………"