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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Fifty-Five"

weight="142149"

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

mode = "manual"

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On the playground in the distance, there was a loud voice.

The students who had been holding back a whole self-study class gathered in twos and threes to laugh and play, and from time to time there were excitement screams.

Beside the flowerbed of the teaching building, it was quiet as if the air had solidified.

Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly, and his mind went blank.

Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and looked at him, with a low, low voice: "If you don't speak, I will treat it as your default."

He didn't hesitate anymore, stretched out his hand to lift Jing Ci's chin, and lowered his head to kiss.

Jing Ci froze in his limbs, his heart beating fast, until the moment when Ying Jiao's lips were about to fall, he only slightly reacted and he quickly tilted his head.

The arrogant kiss was immediately printed on his side face.

Neither of them moved.

In the corner where the needle fell audible, the two people's heartbeat intertwined.

Boom boom boom, my heart seems to pop out of my chest.

Ying Jiao chuckled lightly and pecked him on the face.

The scorching temperature came from Yingjiao's lips, and Jing Ci's body trembled slightly, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be pouring into his brain, and even his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Yingjiao drew a little distance from him, found his lips, and wanted to continue kissing.

Jing Ci was short of breath, almost unable to think, and instinctively pushed away Winjiao: "No, no...no!"

"Okay." Yingjiao didn't listen to him for the first time, and regardless of Jingci's struggle, he firmly pinched his chin with one hand to prevent him from moving, and grasped his hand with the other, with five fingers embedded in his fingers tightly. He buckled, and lowered his head again.

Ying Jiao's breathing was heavy and obvious, and he approached him little by little.

His breath is overwhelming, and he can't escape. In a panic, Jing Ci subconsciously blocked his lips with a backhand.

The action of winning arrogance paused slightly.

Ying Jiao smiled and kissed the palm of his hand lightly.

As the evening breeze blew, the green plants in the flower bed rustled with branches and leaves, and the low voice of winning arrogance closed with the ears of the evening breeze coming into Jingci.

"I like you."

He said.

Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled lightly, and his heartbeat suddenly stalled.

Ying Jiao's ears were red, and he pressed the hand he was holding with him on his chest, lowered his head and kissed his palm gently: "Do you...Do you want a boyfriend?"

Jing Ci didn't know how he returned to the small classroom of Mathematical Olympiad Class. When he came back to his senses again, his goal was Zhou Chao's worried face: "Brother Ci, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red and you have a fever? "

"No." What he tried to hide was broken in public, Jing Ci picked up a book unnaturally and tried to cover up the past: "I'm fine."

Who knows that he was flustered, didn't hold one, and threw the book directly to the ground.

"It's okay?!" Zhou Chao quickly bent over to help him pick up the book, and reached out to touch his forehead: "My God, it's hot! Do you want to go to the school infirmary?"

"No need." Jing Ci lowered his head awkwardly, flipping through a few pages of the Mathematical Olympiad book in his hand: "It will be done in a while."

Zhou Chao couldn't help him, so he had to give up.

In heart, secretly sighed that had burned to this point and still insisted on attending classes. deserved to have such good grades.

Since it was determined that no points will be added for the Olympiad, the students in the original competition class have been less motivated to attend classes. Upon seeing this, Zhao Feng simply suspended the Mathematical Olympiad class, and waited for a notice after discussing with the school's senior management whether to continue.

So now in the small classroom, there are only Jing Ci and the three who have entered the finals.

With fewer people, Jing Ci's red face became more conspicuous.

As a result, the first thing Zhao Feng came in was to ask him if he was not feeling well and whether he would stop a class and take a break.

After being firmly rejected by Jing Ci, Zhao Feng also expressed the same emotion as Zhou Chao.

Sure enough, good grades are not achieved out of thin air. It is said that Jing's exam scores are against the sky every time, but he doesn't know how hard he worked in private.

Jing Ci didn't know that they had relied on their brains to make a pot of chicken soup. He sat in his seat, staring at Zhao Feng's newly issued paper, seeming to be reading the question, but in fact his mind was empty, and he kept repeating the words of winning arrogance: Do you want a boyfriend.

Jing Ci never liked people, and didn't have time to like people. For the rest of his life to stop being embarrassed and involuntarily as when he was a child, all his energy was devoted to learning.

The highest score and the best university were his only goals in high school.

Winning pride is an accident.

Before wearing the book, Jing Ci had no friends. After wearing the book, he has no plans to change. Even in order to avoid the plot, he wanted to stay away from winning arrogance.

But Yingjiao is too good for him, and he can't resist it. So much so that for the first time in more than ten years, Jing Ci wanted to open up to accept someone.

They know each other's unbearable family, know each other's little secrets, and they have slept in the same bed.

Jing Ci's eyes gradually lost focus.

He never thought about falling in love.

Tying his own emotions and sorrows with another person will make him feel very insecure, and he does not want to violate school rules.

But he really likes to be with Yingjiao, he doesn't want to lose him...

Jing Ci couldn't help but looked at his left hand, and the feeling of being kissed many times by Ying Jiao instantly surged. The palm of his hand was hot as if he was holding a ball of flame, the scorching temperature extended to the heart, and his whole body was about to smoke.

If you just didn't stop it, then the one who won the arrogant relative is...

No, can't think about it anymore!

Jing Ci took a deep breath and patted his hot cheek hard.

He had to finish this math paper first, calm down, and after calming down, he would think about what to do next.

At the same time, in the classroom of Class 7, Yingjiao worked so hard for countless times, but still couldn't concentrate on the workbook, and finally gave up.

In his original plan, he wanted to confess to Jing Ci that he had to choose a romantic place. Isn't it that way in Korean dramas?

It is best to have a high-altitude revolving restaurant, a playground, and fireworks.

When the other party was moved and surprised, he would definitely nod his head and agree.

But when he was slapped by Jing Ci's straight ball, he really couldn't control himself, and naturally said what was in his heart.

Ying Jiao reached out and touched his lips, the corners of his mouth provoked uncontrollably.

Jing Ci didn't agree to him right away, and he didn't even say a word to him after he confessed.

But to win arrogance is to be happy.

There were so many people who came to their class to send love letters to Jing Ci before, but when Jing Ci was not rejected cleanly. Indifferent did not even have a slight fluctuation in his emotions, as if the other party was not him.

But what about today?

When he went to kiss him, Jing Ci was even ready to start with him, but Jing Ci did not.

Not only did it not, but it was more shy than angry.

The person he likes doesn't seem to be totally unintentional to him.

Ying Jiao couldn't hold back, Fu Er laughed out loud.

"What's so beautiful?" Teacher Liu walked over with a stern face, knocked on the table of Winning Pride, and said, "Come out."

Ying Jiao threw the pen, pushed away the chair and stood up: "Yes."

In the corridor, Teacher Liu slapped a piece of paper on the window sill, and said with a black face, "What kind of review is this? If it weren't for the three words'review book' written on it, I thought you were writing a great man. Autobiography!"

Teacher Liu said angrily: "Are you quite proud of hitting someone, huh?!"

In the office a few days ago, the principal's attention was all attracted by Jing Ci, and only those special talents were taken away in anger, causing Yingjiao to escape.

But Teacher Liu didn't forget his slip through the net, so he just asked him to follow along and write a review. Although there are not as many as three thousand characters, eight hundred characters are also required.

However, it is better not to write this review. Teacher Liu became more and more angry when he watched it. In the end, he really couldn't suppress the fire. He went to the class to find the culprit.

"Where is it." Yingjiao was in a good mood, and he didn't care about being scolded by Teacher Liu, and said casually: "Isn't it because they are the first to tease and the one is cheap, otherwise I don't bother to play with them."

"Then you can't beat people to death!" Teacher Liu curled his eyebrows and said, "He is really wrong when he plays the scene. If you stop them, it will be over?"

Winning arrogant and dumb, he looked at Teacher Liu in disbelief: "Notre Dame de Paris was burned, did you release your soul of Notre Dame?"

Teacher Liu:"…………"

Teacher Liu was so angry that he was so angry that he touched his arm and said, "You are serious!"

Ying hissed, leaning on the window sill while rubbing his arms, and said: "Okay, serious and lively, united and nervous, I'm listening, you say."

Teacher Liu glared at him, and said bitterly: "I won't tell you too much, you won't listen to you if you say too much. But you won't be able to listen to you. But you have to win the pride, your temper is really going to be reduced. This time nothing happens, but in case Will you break someone on an impulse next time?"

"Your hard work during this period of time, the teacher is all in your eyes. Think about it for yourself. It is worthwhile to ruin your future for a little thing."

Winning arrogant laughter, wanting to say something, but seeing the real worry on Teacher Liu's face, he suddenly swallowed the words to his lips: "I see."

"Also," Teacher Liu put away the review paper and said, "Your dad called me just now. I told him about it. He will call you today."

The smile on Yingjiao's face disappeared in an instant. He was silent for a while, then snorted, and said, "It doesn't matter."

Teacher Liu probably understood his family situation, and said nothing, patted him on the shoulder and let him go back.

The second session was the end of the evening self-study class. As soon as Ying Jiao walked out of the classroom, the phone buzzed and vibrated.

He picked it up and looked at the electric display. As expected, it was Ying Xuelin.

Winning arrogantly, pressed the answer button.

"Pride," the man's cautious and surprised voice came over the phone: "Did you finish your self-study late?"

Yingjiao played with the bicycle keys and said coldly: "If you have something to say."

Ying's father didn't care when he was choked, he swallowed his own evil, and it was a blessing for Yingjiao to answer his call.

"Your head teacher told me that you had a fight," he paused, afraid of being arrogant and angry, and said quickly: "Of course, Dad didn't accuse you, he just wanted to know the situation."

"Don't understand, it has nothing to do with you." Yingjiao unlocked the bicycle lock and said indifferently: "Just take care of your son."

"You are also my son!" Ying's father retorted him disapprovingly, and then said: "arrogant, between father and son..."

Yingjiao interrupted him: "Is there anything else? I'm all right."

"Don't hang up!" Father Ying hurriedly said, "Can you have a meal with Dad? Don't worry, we will go wherever you want to go when you are not at home."

"Forget it," Yingjiao pulled the key out of the keyhole, and said coldly: "Otherwise, I'm afraid of being as dead as my mother."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ying's father's answer, he cut off the phone directly.

Ying Jiao squeezed the phone, lowered his eyes indifferently, stood there calmly for a while, then suddenly threw the bicycle aside and strode towards the dormitory building.

When Yingjiao entered the door, Jing Ci had just finished washing and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head, seeing that it was Yingjiao, his face blushed.

"You, do you have something?" Jing Ci stood up stiffly, panicking not knowing where to put both hands.

Shouldn't Yingjiao go home now? Why does it appear in the dormitory?

There was a mess of porridge in his mind. Before he could sort out any thoughts, Ying Jiao took his hand and pulled him out the door without saying a word.

Li Zhou, who was sitting on the bed playing a game, glanced at them, then immediately retracted his gaze, Quandang himself seeing nothing.

Jing Ci didn't know what Yingjiao was going to do, but seeing that his face was heavy and his emotions were obviously wrong, he wisely didn't ask much in the corridor, and followed him into the 303 dormitory.

"you……"

The door closed, Jing Ci just wanted to speak, Ying Jiao suddenly used his hand to pull him directly into his arms.

Thinking of what they said and did by the flower bed just now, Jing Ci suddenly wanted to struggle with smoke above his head.

"Don't move, let me hold him for a while." Ying Jiao buried his head on his neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of shampoo on his hair, and the mania in his heart calmed down a little bit.

When Yingjiao rarely lost control of his emotions like this, Jing Ci's worries overwhelmed everything: "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Ying Jiao hooked his finger to play, and wrote lightly: "My dad just called me and I'm upset."

Winning father? The man who has a two-year-old bastard son who is more than arrogant.

Jing Ci was silent, and Ren Ying arrogantly hugged him motionlessly.

Ying Jiao's heart softened into a ball in an instant. He raised his head, gently stroking the back of Jing Ci's neck with his right hand, and said with a chuckle: "So behaved?"

Jing Ci looked away unnaturally: "You, aren't you unhappy?"

Ying Jiao moved in his heart and nodded: "I am unhappy, very unhappy."

Jing Ci looked up at him.

Ying Jiao curled his lips: "A hug is not enough," he took Jing Ci to sit down on the bed and whispered: "So to ease my emotions, sleep with me tonight?"

The author has something to say: Everyday I sigh, how come my arrogant brother and dici are so good.