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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Twenty"

weight="142013"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci walked to the end of the corridor and was about to turn, but was suddenly caught by the back collar.

He turned his head, Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Little classmate, awesome, don't you say hello when you see the same table?"

Jing Ci was having a headache. He was impatient to tease him, knocked his hand off, and straightened his collar, and he was about to move on.

"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao walked beside him, saw that his expression was wrong, stepped in front of him and stood in front of him to take a closer look.

Isn't it because you didn't do well in the exam?

The winner did not directly ask, fearing to irritate him, deliberately teased: "Is being bullied again?"

"No." Jing Ci's head was sore, he didn't want to talk, and said vaguely: "It's just a little uncomfortable."

After meeting Qiao Anyan this time, his headache was worse than last time.

"Have a cold?" Ying Jiao raised his hand and touched his forehead, then felt it carefully: "It's not hot, is it stuffy in the classroom?"

"may be."

I don't know if it was his illusion. Jing Ci always felt that after Yingjiao touched him, his painful head became much more comfortable.

"Then don't go back, and blow the air outside with you?"

Jing Ci shook his head: "The end of the month is about to be off, and the teacher will go there to assign homework." After a pause, he added: "I'm fine, it's better now."

Ying Jiao saw that he persisted, unable to, and could only accompany him to move forward.

Two people bypassed the second teaching building and walked to the small flower bed.

After the exam, the students rushed to the classroom anxiously, preparing for the holiday. Right now, there are only two of them.

Ying Jiao's footsteps suddenly stopped, and in Jing Ci's puzzled eyes, he reached out and grabbed the front of the school uniform.

Jing Ci was taken aback by him: "What are you doing?"

Ying Jiao didn't say a word, took off his school uniform jacket and threw it on Jing Ci: "Help me take it..."

"Fuck, a little back, it's stained with dirt." He cursed and took off the white T-shirt inside. "I wanted to take it off a long time ago and it made me feel bad."

Jing Ci hadn't reacted yet, the upper body of the person in front of him was naked.

The boy is tall and straight, because he often exercises, his body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, and the body lines are beautiful and smooth. On the firm lower abdomen, the six pack abdominal muscles are looming.

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment. He even forgot to take care of the school uniform on his body and quickly turned his head too far.

Ying Jiao smiled, reached out and took the school uniform covering him, and put it on in a vacuum: "How is it, how is your figure?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips without answering, and walked forward with his feet up.

"Hey, this little classmate, I'm talking to you." Ying Jiao chased after him reluctantly, suffocating a smile: "It is reasonable, so many people can't see it if they want to see it. What happened to this review?"

Jing Ci looked at him hard to say: "I don't want to look either."

"Then did you read it?"

Winning the arrogant rascal stood in front of Jing Ci, and while walking backwards, he forced to ask: "Say, is it okay?"

Jing Ci was a little embarrassed, but he kept asking about it.

He frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pushed him: "You get out of the way."

Yingjiao didn't hide, but took advantage of Jing Ci's wrist, took a few steps back, and vigorously dragged him into his arms.

"Tsk tusk tusk, little classmate, just say it if you want to touch it, and it's not for not letting you touch it." Yingjiao's bad voice came from the top of his head: "What do you have to do so roundabout?"

"Who wants to touch it!" Jing Ci was so angry that he couldn't even feel the headache, so he stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Neuropathy!"

After speaking, bypassing the arrogance, walked quickly to the classroom.

Seeing the little abnormal change from the previous malaise, fighting spirit is as high as a little cock. Ying Jiao chuckled and followed.

You should have forgotten about the exam now, right?

The provincial experiment is worthy of being a key high school. Although it took two days off, the teachers of each subject refused to let the students relax. The papers were sent out one by one. Soon, a pile of Jingci's desktop was saved.

He carefully collected all the papers, put them in the clamps evenly, and stuffed them into the bag.

Teacher Liu repeatedly emphasized the precautions on the podium: “Don’t run, don’t make trouble when you go out, watch when you cross the road. Come on Monday morning to study in the morning on time. Saturday high school is also closed, and the dormitory will not open tonight. Weeks. When you come back from the third day of high school, if you want to return to Xi Xi earlier, you can come back with you."

Seeing that everyone was eager to return home, Teacher Liu didn't say too much, and once again emphasized the need to pay attention to safety, so he let them go.

Jing Ci has found the address of his original home through the records on his mobile phone and checked the route home.

Teacher Liu said that after school, he went straight to the bus at the school gate.

The seventh shift is considered to be early, so there are not many people on the bus at the moment.

Jing Ci found a seat by the door and sat down, holding his schoolbag, thinking about how to behave later.

He really has no experience with his parents, even if the relationship between the original body and his father does not seem to be very good, he does not know how to deal with it.

What happens if you are cared? Do you want to say thank you? Does it seem too polite?

What if you ask about the test results? Should answer honestly or imitate the original performance?

Along the way, Jing Ci was thinking about everything, but he was a little bit expectant in his heart.

Jing's family is not far from the provincial experiment. Soon, Jing Ci walked into a pretty good-looking community.

Jing's family lived on the seventh floor. Jing Ci stood in front of the anti-theft door with the word "Fu" and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

After wearing it for more than a month, he knew everything about the original body. Jing Ci had searched for it several times, but could not find the key to the Jing family, that is to say, the original body did not have the key to the family.

"Who?" After a few seconds, the door opened a small slit from the inside, and an impatient female voice came: "What's the matter..."

Her gaze fell on Jing Ci, and the following words stopped abruptly.

"Who?" A middle-aged man came over with a water glass. He is no longer young, and he can still see how handsome he was when he was young. When he saw Jing Ci, he frowned, "Why are you back?"

Without waiting for Jing Ci to speak, he crackled and began to reprimand: "Didn't I tell you not to go home? What's the matter? Asking for money? Or was he driven back by the teacher?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips. The initial nervousness has long since disappeared. He raised his head to look at Jing Fu: "The school is closed for the end of the month."

Father Jing was a little unbelievable: "It's the beginning of November, what kind of end-of-month holiday are you taking?"

Having said that, he remembered that Jing Ci didn't go home at the end of last month.

Jing Ci faintly explained: "Because of the mid-term exam, it was a few days late."

Father Jing looked at him up and down a few times, and barely distinguished that he did not appear to be lying, then pushed his wife Zhao Jinfeng: "Let him come in."

Zhao Jinfeng rolled his eyes, reluctantly let go, and when he closed the door, he slammed the door.

"Okay, hurry back to your room when you come back!" Jing's father saw Jing Ci impatiently.

His ex-wife cheated, making him even look at his eldest son not pleasing to his eyes.

What's more, if this son is rebellious and doesn't study well, it will only embarrass him.

Jingfu looked at him warningly: "It's okay, don't come out to disturb Miaomiao's study, have you heard?"

Jing Miao is the half-brother of Jing Ci, three years younger than Jing Ci. He is currently in the first year of the Provincial Experimental Junior High School.

Unlike the original body who spent money and was stuffed in, Jing Miao was admitted on the basis of his own strength. Although I only entered a parallel class, it was also taken by myself.

Jing's father likes this well-studied and well-behaved little son. Every day at the company, Jing Miao talks about him. So many people don't know that he still has the son Jing Ci.

The reason why he was willing to spend money to let Jingci go to the provincial experiment was not to create a good learning environment for him, but to be angry with Jingci's biological mother.

He wanted to show Mother Jing, who was also his son, and under the same conditions, someone else gave birth to much better than her.

The mud she gave birth to something that can't support the wall, even if she spends money to send it to a good school, she can't learn it well.

Jing Miao was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Hearing what Jing's father said, he looked up at Jing Ci while eating oranges, with provocation and pride in his eyes.

"I see." For so many years, he has suffered a lot of turning his eyes and scorning Jing Ci, and he doesn't care about Jing Miao. He changed his shoes calmly, and walked inside with his schoolbag on his back.

Father Jing faintly felt that the eldest son's temper had improved, but he didn't care, only that he had occasional convulsions.

He stared at Jing Ci, lest he would do anything inappropriate. Seeing Jing Ci turned at his feet, he immediately shouted: "What are you doing? Where are you going without going back to the room?"

Jing Ci looked back at him, his eyes indifferent: "Go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I haven't eaten yet."

Jing's father suffocated, since Jing Ci returned home to now, he has not thought about this problem.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he turned to Zhao Jinfeng and said loudly, "Go get him something to eat!"

Zhao Jinfeng sat motionlessly beside Jing Miao, slowly peeling oranges to him: "I'm busy right now, let him do it himself."

Father Jing frowned and wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on the younger son who looked exactly like him, and he didn't say anything.

On the cooking table in the kitchen, leftovers were placed at night. Jing Ci picked up a large amount of potato stewed pork ribs and heated it up, and ate two bowls of cold rice in the rice cooker.

Washed all the pots and dishes that he had used before returning to his room.

Zhao Jinfeng looked at Jing Ci with weird eyes. When did this little beast be so sensible?

But it's okay, she doesn't want to wash the bowls he used, she thinks it is dirty.

The original room was on the dark side, the lighting was not good, and the place was not large. Only a bed and a wardrobe were packed, and the space was full. You had to walk sideways, and there was no desk.

Jing Ci cleaned up the room briefly, wiped the floor clean, put on pajamas, sat on the floor, put the book on the bed and started to do homework.

His favorite subject is mathematics, so the first thing to do is also the math papers.

The papers usually issued are much simpler than the exams. It only took more than half an hour before Jing Ci completed a math paper.

The bed in the room was so short that Jing Ci had to cross his legs and squat when writing.

After half an hour, his whole body was numb.

Jing Ci put down the pen, rubbed his sore neck, stood up and was about to stretch his body, when the phone suddenly shook.

He looked down, and a few messages popped up on the screen

[Arrogance]: Little classmate, what are you doing?

[Arrogance]: Still uncomfortable?

[Arrogance]: Have you eaten yet?

Jing Ci was slightly startled.

Today, he saw his family, but Yingjiao was the only one who asked him if he had a meal.

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: the hard work of the first seventeen years is just for today's escape.