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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Thirty Two"

weight="142061"

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

mode = "manual"

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Outside the door, the winning arrogant who was about to knock on the door slowly lowered his hand.

He leaned against the wall, thinking of the scene he had just seen accidentally, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

Ying Jiao Ren smiled, took a cigarette out of his pocket, just held it in its mouth, and didn't light it.

This was the first time he knew that Jingci, which seemed indifferent on the surface, would actually be very happy because he got the first place in the exam.

After the results of the last mid-term exam were posted, the whole class was boiled, including Teacher Liu, who couldn't help but smirked for several days.

The students in other classes rushed over to see him excitedly. The name Jingci has been dominating the school forum for nearly a month, causing waves of bloody storms.

However, the client Jing Ci was very calm and did not show any particularly intense emotions from beginning to end. What he should do was not affected at all, and he looked calm and calm.

Yingjiao thought that he hadn't taken the first place exam of the whole year seriously at all. Unexpectedly, in private, Jing Ci would even collect all the exam papers, hiding behind his back and having fun secretly.

It's so cute.

Ying Jiao's heart was itchy, and he couldn't wait to push the door in immediately, rubbing him into his arms, squeezing his face, and squeezing his ears.

A few boys walked over from the other side of the corridor, saw Ying Jiao, their backs were unconscious, and they opened their mouths to say hello.

Ying Jiao stretched out a finger to his lips, hissed at them, and motioned them not to make a sound.

Several boys nodded ignorantly, and walked away cautiously with their hands and feet stiffened.

Ying Jiao pursed his lips and smiled, and glanced inside through the glass window of the dormitory door.

Jing Ci had put the iron box containing his victory medal in the closet, and his face returned to its previous appearance.

He turned on his phone and checked the time. Without letting himself indulge in the glory of the past, he took out a workbook from his schoolbag, sat upright at the desk and started to do the problem.

A brief happy time of less than a minute, which belonged to Jing Ci himself, ended in this way.

Ying Jiao was taken aback, and two completely different expressions before and after Jing Ci kept changing in his mind.

He suddenly thought of Jing Ci's polite and polite refusal when he wanted to celebrate Jing Ci before...

Ying Jiao understood it all at once, although Jing Ci had always been calm and calm in front of all of them. But in fact, he is not like this.

He just habitually hides all his emotions, feels it, digests it by himself, and does not share it with anyone outside.

Including him.

What exactly has Jing Ci experienced before to develop such a character who cannot open his heart to others?

Yingjiao leaned against the wall for a moment, then threw the cigarette into the trash can and turned and went downstairs.

You want to keep a distance from him, don't you want him to see his true emotions, right? Yingjiao gently grinned his teeth, no matter what it was, he wanted to be beautiful.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and the wind roared across the trees on both sides of the road, bringing with it a damp and cold breath.

Ying Jiao couldn't even get his clothes in time, so he rushed to the dessert shop outside the school gate. At the last minute of the proofing, he bought a box of coconut milk small square cake.

In the male dormitory of the provincial experiment, Jing Ci continued to finish the exercise that he did in the morning, and got the correct answer. Li Zhou still did not come back. Jing Ci guessed that he was having fun in another dormitory.

Looking down at the phone, there was still a period of time before the sleeping bell rang, so he dispelled the idea of ​​calling him.

Jing Ci stood up and stretched his body, while walking around in the dormitory, while holding his mobile phone to search the Olympics papers on the Internet.

There is a military base not far from the provincial experiment. Signal jammers are used in the base, and even the mobile phone signals with the provincial experiment are not very good, especially in the dormitory buildings.

There were several times when Li Zhou suddenly dropped the connection in the middle of the game, so he often yelled with anger.

Jing Ci waited for a minute before the web page was half loaded. He didn't want to waste time on this. He was about to hold his mobile phone and walk around the water room with better signal, when the door of the dormitory was knocked suddenly.

He walked over and opened the door. When he saw that it was Yingjiao, he was stunned: "Are you looking for me?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao walked in familiarly, stuffed the coconut milk small square cake in his hand, and said softly: "Little classmate, congratulations on taking the first place in the Olympiad."

Knowing that Jing Ci must be rejected, Ying Jiao lazily leaned against the railing on the bed, and said with a chuckle: "Don't let me go, you don't want to barbecue crayfish, a box of desserts will do."

He raised his hand and gently touched the back of Jingci's hand with his hand: "Do you feel it? Just to buy such a thing, my brother's hands are frozen."

"Thank you." Jing Ci smiled embarrassedly and accepted his kindness.

He didn't open the dessert box for the first time, but put the small square cake on the table. He walked to the bed and pulled out a squarely folded blanket from under the quilt, and put it on Ying Jiao's lap: "If you are cold, just cover this."

The blanket is made of coral fleece, and it feels soft and light when it looks like a thick layer. Ying Jiao shook off the blanket and put it on his body, his smile spreading to the bottom of his eyes.

Desserts can’t stay overnight. Jing Ci put down his phone and tore open the packaging box. First, he pushed the box in the direction of Yingjiao and asked him, “Would you like to eat it?”

Ying Jiao's eyes flashed, and he shook his head: "Don't eat."

Jing Ci didn't know that he was suffocating bad things in his heart, so he nodded when he heard that, crossed a small square cake and sent it into his mouth.

The coconut milk small square cake bought by Yingjiao is very suitable for his taste.

Jing Ci narrowed his eyes and couldn't help eating another piece.

Ying Jiao watched him eat two pieces, lifted the blanket on his leg, walked to Jing Ci, bowed his head and said, "Give me a taste?"

Jing Ci nodded quickly, holding the dessert box and beckoning him to take it.

Ying Jiao didn't move, he lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on Jing Ci's hand, smiled, took his wrist, and took the fork in his hand.

Jing Ci's eyes condensed, faintly feeling a little unnatural.

It's not that he has never had the experience of sharing tableware with others. When he was in the orphanage, three people ate a bowl of rice, not to mention the rare and hard-won desserts.

A group of people slapped the big cake, and Jing Ci has experienced countless times when you take one bite and I take one bite.

But don't know what's going on, using a fork with Yingjiao made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

"That's what I used," Jing Ci reminded him that he was about to take the fork back, but was blocked by Yingjiao's raising his hand.

Ying Jiaoxin said, what you want is what you have used, but on the surface he puts on an awe-inspiring look: "It's okay, we are both boys, do you still care about that?"

With that said, he swiftly forked a small square cake and put it in his mouth.

Yingjiao rarely eats these things, he doesn't like sweets. The aunt who cooks at home is very good at making Cantonese desserts, but Yingjiao never let her make them. He porridge will only make it once or twice when they come to play.

In this way, he basically didn't touch it.

But today, he suddenly felt that the coconut milk cube cake tasted really good.

Ying Jiao swallowed what was in his mouth and asked Jing Ci: "Is it delicious?"

Jing Ci nodded and said honestly: "It's delicious."

Ying Jiao raised his lips, glanced at the fork in his hand, and said meaningfully: "I also think today's small square cake is very delicious."

He deliberately emphasized the word "extraordinarily". Jing Ci didn't understand it, but he vaguely felt that it wouldn't mean anything pure, so the clever didn't ask much.

Yingjiao didn't care either. He bowed his head and crossed a small square cake to Jing Ci's lips: "Here."

Jing Ci hid for a while, and said unnaturally, "I'll do it myself."

"What's the matter, little classmate?" Ying Jiao caught up with him and smiled: "Why are you still shy?"

He paused for a while and continued: "I haven't fed you before. Wasn't it good when I ate chestnuts last time."

As he said, stretched his right hand forward and touched Peng Jingci's lips with Xiaofang Cake.

Jing Ci couldn't open his mouth when Ying Jiao looked at him like this. He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally raised his hand, carefully pinched a little fork handle, quickly lowered his head and took Little Fang cake into his mouth.

Ying Jiao looked at the fork in his hand and said thoughtfully: "We..."

As Jing Ci chewed, he raised his eyes and waited for his next words.

Ying Jiao: "Does this count as indirect kissing?"

Jing Ci's face flushed.

Yingjiao took a verbal advantage and was satisfied. Seeing Jingci, he tilted his head bashfully, looking at the bed, the floor, and the ceiling, but he didn't look at himself.

He chuckles, and while Jing Ci is not paying attention, he rolls the fork in the dessert box.

The surface of the shredded coconut milk cake was sprinkled with pureed coconut. Yingjiao took the box of desserts all the way, and then pushed it twice with Jing Ci. The coconut pureed on the small square cake naturally fell off a lot.

After he did this, the side of the fork was immediately covered with small white debris.

Ying Jiao didn't eat any more, he walked around in front of Jing Ci and shook the fork in front of him as if inadvertently.

Jing Ci felt embarrassed and embarrassed at first, but when he saw the fork, he suddenly lost all emotions.

The forks presented by the merchants are of good quality, one size larger than ordinary forks, and they are still black, so the bits and pieces of coconut paste on one side are particularly obvious.

Jing Ci's fingers moved involuntarily, and his whole body began to feel uncomfortable.

Ying Jiao glanced at his expression, suffocated a smile, pretending to know nothing.

Jing Ci closed his eyes and tried not to let himself think about the fork. He didn't want to talk to Yingjiao, lest he would say something incongruous.

However, it doesn't work. The half is dipped in coconut paste and the black fork is always dangling in his mind, and he can't forget it.

Jing Ci was wondering how to get the fork in his hand without a trace, and Ying Jiao suddenly touched him: "Do you want it? I won't eat it anymore."

Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "I want it."

He stretched out his hand and took the fork and Xiao Fangao together.

Jing Ci couldn't bear to shake the coconut paste into the trash can, hesitated for a few seconds, and quickly licked the fork with the opportunity of putting the small square cake into his mouth.

Seeing that the surface of the fork has become clean, no longer half black and half white, he finally feels a lot more comfortable.

Before a bite of the small square cake was swallowed, Ying Jiao suddenly walked over.

He looked down at Jing Ci, and lazily blew a rogue whistle in his ear: "Wow, this is not an indirect kiss, it has become a tongue kiss."