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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Fifteen"

weight="141993"

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

mode = "manual"

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At noon, Jing Ci went to the cafeteria for dinner with Li Zhou.

They ran a little slower today, and when they arrived at a canteen, there were long lines in front of several windows.

Li Zhou was anxious and couldn't help it after waiting for a while. He said to Jing, "You are waiting here first. I will go to the window to see what dishes are available today."

Jing Ci nodded: "Okay."

Li Zhou pushed away the people in front of him and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Que's eyes were sharp, and he saw Jing Ci standing in line at a glance: "Hey, that is Jing Ci? Is he coming to eat by himself?"

Ying Jiao followed his gaze and saw Jing Ci at the end of the team next to him.

He pushed away the congee in front of him, and Chao Jingci walked over.

He Congee and Peng Chengcheng looked at each other, with clear smiles on their faces: "Ha ha, man."

"Anyone? Go to my place." Ying Jiao pointed to the direction of He Congee and the others: "You can just cook."

Jing Ci shook his head and refused: "No, you can fight, otherwise Li Zhou can't find me later."

"It's okay, I'll find someone to help you watch him."

Jing Ci still shook his head.

"What's the matter, little classmate," Ying Jiao chuckles: "Why are you still strange after holding a hand?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes, "No, it's not good to jump in the queue."

Winning is arrogant and dumb, this little pervert always has a lot of inexplicable persistence.

For example, no skipping in line and no leftovers.

"That's OK," Yingjiao knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he stopped doing useless work, and said: "The cafeteria is crowded these days, and there will be no place when you finish your meal. Then go to my table to eat?"

Jing Ci thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

Win arrogant smile and walk away.

He porridge has helped him prepare the meal, squid rings, beef stew with potatoes, salt and pepper shrimp, plus a garlic Shanghai green.

He is fat, with short fingers, two dinner plates and two additional bowls of rice, and he can't take it away. Like a mountain, blocked by the window.

The students in the back dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, so they could only secretly pray in their hearts that he would finish things soon.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand, and easily passed He Congee, and picked up the dinner plate: "Let's go."

The dining table for the provincial experiment is generally a four-person table, and only a few large round tables are placed at the end of the canteen.

There are four of them in Yingjiao, just sitting on a small table. He Zhou was about to sit down nearby, when he saw that Winning Pride didn't stop, he walked straight to the big table behind.

"Brother Jiao why?" He looked at Zheng Que.

Zheng Que was also dumbfounded.

Only Peng Chengcheng glanced back at Jing Ci, who was still in line, and followed him first.

The auntie in the canteen had already practiced the speed of cooking. Soon, Jing Ci and Li Zhou walked out of the crowd with their plates.

Jing Ci ordered a bibimbap, and Li Zhou ordered a chicken chop rice with two additional braised chicken legs.

"Fuck, there are so many people, there is nowhere to sit." Li Zhou stood on the aisle with a sad face, sad: "What is going on? Is it possible that we still have to stand and eat?"

Just as Jing Ci wanted to speak, he raised his eyes to see that Ying Jiaozheng stood lazily behind and waved at him.

He hesitated, then turned his head to Li Zhou and said, "Let's go there."

Li Zhou glanced in the direction he was pointing, and almost accidentally knocked over the dinner plate. He just wanted to say that you are okay, so he dared to fight with Yingjiao.

I saw Yingjiao pressing his phone while walking towards them: "Why is it so slow?"

Jing Ci said: "There are a lot of people." Following Yingjiao, he walked all the way to the big round table behind.

Li Zhou followed ignorantly.

There was a mess in his mind. For a while, he wondered when Jing Ci's relationship with Yingjiao became so good, and then he trembled and thought it might be a conspiracy.

The school bully shouldn't be eating, and suddenly put the dinner plate on their heads.

When walked to the table and didn't wake up, aimed for a seat and wanted to sit down.

However, before his ass touched the stool, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He raised his eyes to see that Ying Jiao was standing beside him, smiling at him.

Li Zhou tilted his hand holding the plate, and the chicken legs on the plate almost fell off. He panicked and grabbed the plate tightly, found a place farthest from Yingjiao and sat down.

Jing Ci wanted to follow him, but Yingjiao took the dinner plate in his hand: "Where to go? Sit down."

Jing Ci couldn't, so he had to sit next to the win.

He congee saw everything in his eyes, winking his eyebrows and sending WeChat to Peng Chengcheng under the table——

[He Family Your Uncle]: Fuck, Brother Jiao is really a group of Sao, have you just seen his little moves?

[Peng Chengcheng]:...Um.

[He family your uncle]: Do you remember what he said before? "Just kidding, Jing Ci is a perverted gadget, dad will look at him", I now want to know if his face hurts.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Does he have a face?

[Hejia, your uncle]: Hahahahahahahaha show or your old Pengxiu!

[He’s uncle]: By the way, I think Jing Ci is not interested in him anymore. My pity, my arrogant brother, is lonely and coldly flirting with others.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Jing Ci: Sao Ju.

He porridge just put a spoonful of rice into his mouth, and when he saw Peng Chengcheng's words, he didn't spit out a mouthful.

Zheng Que was next to him and was almost affected.

"Your uncle's He porridge!" He lifted the plate high and looked at He porridge disgustingly: "You laughed a lot while eating!"

He congee finally swallowed the meal and grabbed Zheng Que's hand: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, show you something."

He bowed his head, copied the chat history between himself and Peng Chengcheng, and sent it to Zheng Que.

"Puff" Zheng Que didn't hold his breath, and suddenly laughed out of breath. For a while, his quack like a duck echoed in the entire cafeteria.

Ying Jiao glanced at them coldly: "Get out if you don't eat."

A few people closed their mouths tightly in an instant, and they didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.

Among the people at a table, Jingci eats the most vegetarian food. It wasn't that he was reluctant to buy meat dishes. Although the relationship between Yuanshen and Jingfu was not very good, the monthly living expenses were still sufficient.

It's just that Jing Ci suddenly changed his environment and didn't have much appetite.

He raised the spoon, smashed the egg on the rice, and started a little bit of bibimbap in a clockwise direction.

Ying Jiao glanced at his bowl and raised his eyebrows: "You only eat this?"

If you eat so little in the morning and eat so little at noon, is this little abnormality a little bird's stomach?

Jing Ci nodded: "Well, this bibimbap sauce is delicious."

"Really?" Ying Jiao smiled and looked at Jing Ci: "Give me a taste?"

Jing Ci is not a stingy person, let alone just a bit of sauce. The stone pot was a bit hot, so he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, so he leaned his body and signaled to win the arrogance.

Ying Jiao deliberately dug some sauce from his bowl, and pushed his plate in front of Jing Ci: "Come and taste mine."

Jing Ci shook his head: "No need."

"It's okay, take a few mouthfuls." Yingjiao throws the pot on He porridge ruthlessly and unjustly: "I can't finish so much. He porridge gives me too much."

He porridge: "..."

He congee glanced at him with difficulty.

There are many problems with Yingjiao. At least four dishes are required when eating, and an extra soup is required. When did he hit too much? ! Isn't it just according to his usual amount? !

Jing Ci declined, but finally picked a few shrimps from Yingjiao's dinner plate.

He congee in his heart, secretly sending a WeChat under the table——

[He family your uncle]: Old Peng, you said I'm telling Brother Jiao now to ask him to give me the food that he can't finish. How will he react?

He originally wanted to send a private chat, but accidentally sent it to a small group of four people.

He congee didn't find it, and while eating, he peeked at the phone and waited for a reply.

Coincidentally, the two had just chatted privately, and Peng Chengcheng didn't look carefully, nor did he notice that this was not a private chat, but a group.

[Peng Chengcheng]: Do you want to die?

[He family, your uncle]: No, don't you think he is like a peacock with a screen? I can't stand him anymore!

[Peng Chengcheng]: Hasn't he always been in this style?

[He family you uncle]: Hahahahahaha, you are a sensible person.

Ying Jiao glanced at his phone while eating, saw the new message, suddenly laughed, and freed his hand to type quickly——

[Arrogance]: Oh?

He porridge and Peng Chengcheng's spoons fell on the dinner plate with a clang.

"Fuck, fuck!" He Zhou was sweating from fear, hurriedly trying to withdraw the news, but it has timed out and cannot withdraw.

"You stupid," Peng Cheng was about to pee, and shouted at He porridge: "I don't know in the hair group?"

"Dead dead..." He porridge burst into tears.

Jing Ci didn't know what was going on. He looked at Ying Jiao and He Congee, with a baffling expression on his face.

Ying Jiao looked at He Congee with a smile: "Do you use me to hold a funeral for you?"

"No need." He porridge wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his head to eat in a weird manner, never daring to be a demon again.

After lunch, Jing Ci and Li Zhou returned to the classroom, while Ying Jiao went to the toilet to smoke.

"Hey, Brother Jiao," He Jiang glanced at no one on his left, and leaned in front of Ying Jiao: "What do you plan to do with your family?"

Ying Jiao bit his cigarette holder and said indifferently: "Take a tooth for a tooth."

He Jiang thought for a moment and understood it instantly. He laughed and said, "This forced a 211 poker tail is going to be up to the sky. People who don’t know thought he was awarded the provincial champion. I think he was behind the scenes this time. Those messy things were known to his classmates and teachers, what should he do!"

Peng Chengcheng spit out a smoke ring, a bit of ruthlessness on his expressionless face: "Should I break his leg?"

"Lao Peng, don't be so violent. What do you mean by beating and killing all day long," He Jiang covered his mouth and smiled sinisterly: "We don't beat him so as not to cause trouble to Brother Jiao. What is the physical pain? I have to make him hurt from the heart!"

Zheng Que glanced at his plump face and gave a thumbs up: "I'm ruthless or my fat brother is ruthless."

"Zheng Que, I am your grandfather!" He porridge jumped up and gave Zheng Que a moment: "Why do you ask me to try another fat man?!"

The two immediately started fighting in the toilet.

Yingjiao finished smoking a cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt out on the concrete platform, and let out a sigh of relief, greeted them: "Let's go."

He porridge and Zheng Que pulled out of the toilet.

Several people swayed all the way to the door of Class 7 and when they entered the door, Yingjiao's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and glanced at his collar, then slowly turned half of the collar inside.

His movements were concealed and fast. Zheng Que didn't see it. After Yu Guang took a sight, he kindly reminded him: "Brother Jiao, your clothes are inside the collar."

He Cong had seen Yingjiao's little action a long time ago, and because of the lesson at noon, he rolled his eyes secretly and didn't say a word. He didn't expect to be yelled by the second fool, Zheng Que.

He dragged Zheng Que and walked in: "I'm gone, what's the matter with the collar of Brother Jiao's clothes!"

Zheng Que is a straight steel man with a very low desire to survive. He doesn't want to receive any gruel at all. He cried out indignantly: "Old man, what do you mean? Why is it all about me? Everyone is brothers. Let me remind you..."

His voice was loud and penetrating, and when his voice fell, half of the class looked up.

Yingjiao smiled and turned to him: "Can you shut up, brother?"

Zheng Que's voice stopped abruptly, and he nodded in a daze.

"Old Zheng, you can have a snack." He conge sighed and pushed him back to his seat with pity.

Jing Ci was reading an Olympic Mathematics book from his seat, which he entrusted Li Zhou to take from outside the other day.

As long as he encountered mathematics, there was an earthquake outside and he didn't know it, so he didn't notice at all. He came back from the same table with sulky sorrow, and was about to do something sulky.

"How about reading?" Ying Jiao leaned forward and said.

Jing Ci didn't look up, only nodded as a response.

Winning the arrogance and failing to achieve the goal, he turned his eyes, and his slender index finger was placed on Jing Ci's forehead, and he lifted it up: "Being so close, beware of myopia."

At this moment, Jing Ci completely woke up from the world in the book.

He tilted his head away from Yingjiao's hand, just about to say that it was okay, his eyes fell on his collar, and there was a sudden pause.

Ying Jiao noticed his expression and slightly curled his lips. Shamelessly and awe-inspiringly said: "I just remind you, you can keep watching, and I won't disturb you."

However, Jing Ci can't get in at all.

His half-tucked collar was all in his head.

He kept reminding himself in his heart that being tidy and untidy is the freedom of others, and that he should not be nosy.

However, the asymmetrical collar kept dangling in his mind, even if he tried to paralyze himself with math.

He endured and endured, after all he didn't hold back, and turned to win the pride.

Ying Jiao watched him frown, tangled, and hesitated, and smiled in his heart. On the surface, he pretended to be like a okay person: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Your clothes collar," Jing Ci pointed to his neck: "It's stuffed inside."

"Huh?" Ying Jiao pretended to be surprised, and raised his hand to make a fool of himself: "Alright?"

Jing Ci looked at the collar that was getting messed up by him in a word, and shook his head: "It's not over there, it's the other side. Just turn the collar out."

Ying Jiao nodded, and did a few more times: "So?"

"No," Jing Ci finally couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to turn the collar out for him, and rectified it carefully.

Ying Jiao lowered his eyes as he looked at him carefully sorting out his clothes, and the corners of his mouth became higher and higher.

Behind, He Zhou pointed at them with a toothache, and said to Zheng Que: "Did you see it? Do you know what's wrong with you?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was stunned watching Ying Jiao Fancy Lie Jingci arrange his clothes for him. After a long time, he came back to his senses in a daze.

"The dog sits at home, the food comes from the sky, and Sao is still my arrogant brother Sao."

The author has something to say: Little theater, Yingjiao: Look at my collar, it is always naughty and disobedient...

Zheng Que: What happened to me? ! Am I fucking for my brother? ! I'm so miserable...