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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Thirty Six"

weight="142072"

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

mode = "manual"

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The magical singing continued to circulate on the third floor. In the solidified atmosphere, the next room was silent for a full minute, and then came the sound of a slamming chair.

It seems to be using this way to express my dissatisfaction.

"Hey no," Ying Jiao smiled while holding his mobile phone: "Is this thrown to me?"

He turned to Jingci: "You borrowed your mobile phone for me to use it. I just got on with him today. Believe it or not, I will stand by his door with two mobile phones?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci really believes that this kind of thing will definitely be done.

"Don't go," Jing Ci was afraid that he would go out and cause trouble, stepped a few steps to the door and blocked the door: "Go to sleep, it's silent now."

Seeing that Yingjiao stretched out his hand, as if he was about to hold the doorknob, he was anxious and grabbed the phone of Yingjiao directly, and pressed the pause button: "Listen, there is really no sound."

Ying Jiao looked down at him, Jing Ci was not as embarrassed to take off his clothes, he was still wearing school uniform pants on his legs, only the upper body was covered in a thin white sweater, revealing a beautifully shaped collarbone.

The beautiful clavicle fossa just flashed past his eyes, as if he was deliberately inviting him to taste it.

Ying Jiao's eyes darkened, he clenched his fist and turned his head too restrained.

He felt that after tonight, he could play the role of Liu Xiahui.

Jing Ci saw that Ying Jiao didn't speak, thinking that he had not given up the idea of ​​continuing to provoke the next door. After thinking about it, he turned around and hung up the chain lock at the top of the door.

"Sleep."

"Okay," Ying Jiao's throat tightened, he coughed, turned around, turned his back to Jing Ci, and said: "You go to bed first, and I will hear them still silent."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci couldn't understand where his persistence came from, but he was not a talkative person. After confirming that Yingjiao would not go out, he nodded and went back to bed.

The floor of this small hotel is inlaid with tiles, and there is no carpet. Ying Jiao was standing at the door wearing thin disposable slippers, and the chill quickly spread from the soles of his feet all over his body.

The coldness restrained the heat of the body just right, until the reaction he had just disappeared completely, Ying Jiao then looked down and let out a guilty breath.

The next door seemed to have been afraid of the series of parents, grandparents, and even if the music stopped, they were still as quiet as a chicken.

Ying Jiao put away the phone and walked to the bed.

Jing Ci was lying flat with his eyes closed, as if he was really ready to sleep.

Winning Jiao endured and endured, after all he could not bear it, and walked to the head of his bed.

Jing Ci opened his eyes seemingly, and tilted his head slightly to meet Ying Jiao's smiling eyes. He bent his elbows to support his upper body and looked at Ying Jiao: "Are you...something?"

"It's okay." Ying Jiao looked at him intently, and gently pressed Jing Ci who wanted to sit up.

On such a quiet night with only the two of them, Ying Jiao could hardly restrain the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He moved his fingers and said softly: "I just want to say good night to you."

Jing Ci was taken aback, his eyelashes trembled, and he calmly said, "Good night."

"Go to sleep." Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Ying Jiao gently rubbed his head, smiled, turned on the bed, and turned off the bedside lamp.

The whole room was plunged into darkness, Jing Ci remained lying motionless. For a long time, he raised his hand slightly and touched the place where he had just touched.

At six o'clock the next morning, Jing Ci woke up on time.

Ying Jiao was still asleep, and the quilt was crumpled up on his waist and abdomen, revealing two slender, straight legs. He has three-dimensional features, even when lying flat, his outline is still deep, and his expressionless face looks a bit cold.

Jing Ci went to the ground lightly, went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet for a small flow, made do with a wash, cleaned up, and walked out.

Yingjiao's sleep quality is excellent, but she still hasn't woken up.

Jing Ci glanced at him, put on his shoes and went out with his wallet.

Because it is a school area, there are a lot of snacks on this street.

The breakfast stalls were next to each other. Jing Ci left several stalls, and finally bought two pork rice rolls and two char siu buns. After thinking about winning the arrogant meal, he added another piece of siu mai, and then he returned to the hotel. .

Ying Jiao still didn't wake up, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was noisy by the whistle outside.

Jing Ci hesitated and did not call him.

He folded the quilt neatly, and packed all his belongings into his schoolbag, so as not to fall down when he left, so he picked up a portion of rice noodles and planned to eat at the small bar at the front desk.

Just as he got up, Ying Jiao sounded in his ear with a little hoarse voice: "How early is it to get up?"

He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes still a little unopened, and asked Jing Ci: "What time is it?"

Jing Ci glanced at the phone: "At six forty-one."

Ying Jiao rubbed his eyes and sat on the bed for a few minutes, and then got out of the bed when his head slowly became awake.

He walked to the bed and opened the curtains and saw the breakfast on the table at a glance. He was surprised: "You bought it?"

Jing Ci nodded: "Let's go wash."

Ying Jiao pushed open the bathroom door, turned around and smiled at Jing Ci: "So caring."

Jing Ci ignored his jokes and glanced at his messy quilt and the pillow that was about to fall under the bed. He moved his fingers and hesitated for a few seconds. After all, he went over to tidy up the bed.

After washing, Ying Jiao was completely awake. He sat next to Jing Ci, broke off the disposable chopsticks, and handed it to him: "Eat, it will be cold later."

Jing Ci only took a box of rice noodles: "I'll give you the rest."

Ying Jiao remembered his habit of not eating too much that morning, and did not refuse: "Okay."

After eating breakfast, Ying Jiao was about to ask Jing Ci where he would go next. He glanced at his bedside and was startled.

He remembered the first time that Jing Ci resigned back to the dormitory with Jing. At that time, even though Jing Ci felt very uncomfortable, he never mentioned the mess of his bedside.

And now...

Yingjiao's gaze swept across the square quilt where the bed was stacked, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The environment of this small hotel is really not very good. After eating, the two did not stay in the room much, they simply cleaned up and checked out and left.

Yingjiao was very familiar with this film, and took Jing to resign from a cafe with a better environment.

"Write it here?"

"Yes." Jing Ci nodded, looked at the menu on his head, picked the cheapest red bean milk tea, turned around and asked Ying Jiao: "What do you want?"

Yingjiao didn't answer the question and asked, "What about you?" After a pause, he added: "There are too many types, so I'm picky."

Jing Ci didn't think so much, and honestly said: "Red bean milk tea."

"Good." Ying Jiao nodded and turned to the clerk: "I want two cups of red bean milk tea, hot and less sugar."

After finishing speaking, he stepped to the front of Jing Ci in one step, blocked Jing Ci behind him, and directly took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to make a payment. A series of actions went smoothly without any pause.

"You..." Jing Ci wanted to take out his mobile phone to transfer money to him, and Ying Jiao held his hand helplessly: "Come on, have I paid you for breakfast?"

He looked down at the unclaimed red envelope on WeChat, which was the accommodation fee sent to him by Jing Ci, and put away his mobile phone: "You are so polite, do you hate me?"

Jing Ci blurted out: "No."

"That's it." Ying Jiao walked to the other side of the bar, took two cups of milk tea in his hand, raised his chin and pointed to the large innermost table: "Let's go there."

The school area is different from other places, but it will be deserted on weekends. At this moment, there were not a few people in the cafe, except for the light music in the shop, there was no other noise.

Two people sat facing each other, with a paper in front of one, and started to lower their heads to do the questions.

Jing Ci brushed the paper very fast, and before he finished writing one of Yingjiao, he started to make the second one.

Even if he knew Jing Ci's level, Ying Jiao was still shocked by him.

He sighed in his heart, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and tried to focus his mind on the paper.

After studying desperately for more than a month, Yingjiao has made amazing progress, and some simple questions can basically be done. Of course, the complicated ones are not enough. He has left too much before.

After writing a paper, he took the Jingci paper and got it right, circled all the inconsistencies, and saved them to study when they were finished, and then continued to work on the next one.

The two of them wrote this all morning, with Jingci, and Yingjiao unknowingly was driven into the state, and only went to eat when it was almost one point.

After the meal, the two of them found a small shop nearby to sit for a while, and when the school opened at 2:30, they went back to the dormitory.

Although only the third year of high school will go to school tomorrow, many high school students also followed back in advance.

When Jing Ci and Ying Jiao went to the classroom for self-study, they met many people.

"Are these people crazy?" Yingjiao Nahan: "If you have any holidays, come to the school to study?"

Jing Ci tilted his head and glanced at him.

Ying Jiaoxin said that he is different from those nerds.

Other people study just to learn, and he...

Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci, he was doing great things for life.

The third day after the end of the month holiday is the monthly exam.

The same as the previous rules, it is still the first to the second year of high school, and the second to the first year of high school. The only difference is that Jing Ci flees from the last examination room to the first one.

After the last Olympiad test, no one doubted the authenticity of his number one anymore.

Now, there are no more posts on the forum to discuss whether he can get the first place, but directly discuss how many points he can get away from the second place this time.

[First floor: I saw Jingci in the corridor, his calm attitude and peaceful expression made me amazed by the scum. Attached a candid photo [picture]]

[Third floor: Ah, ah, ah, ah, my god is so handsome! 】

[Fourth floor: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a ahhhhhh to take a bite of the photos of the elders, bless me with a high score in this test! 】

[Tenth floor: Can you guess whether Jingci can be the first one this time? 】

[Eleventh floor: Do you need to ask? I guess Jingci can beat the second place by 15 points this time! 】

[Thirteenth floor: 15 points are unlikely. Our school has always been the most difficult mid-term. I feel that if the question is simple, it is a bit difficult for the big guys to get points. 】

[20th floor: About 10 minutes, I think, from the last time. 】

[Thirty-third floor: Don't pretend, Jiang Chong also got a high score of 735. Okay, the maximum is 7 or 8 points, no more. 】

[Fortieth floor: It's not always certain who pretends to be coercive, the 33rd floor is a class at first glance, puff. Zhou Chao's results are also good, but he has never been so high-profile like you. 】

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In the classroom of Class 7, Yingjiao packed up the stationery for the exam later, and turned to Jing Ci: "Little classmate, what do you think of my exam this time?"

Jing Ci thought he was nervous, he was not so comfortable, and after thinking about it, he said, "You have been studying very seriously recently, and you will definitely make progress."

Yingjiao helped him pull up the pencil case: "Trust me so?" He smiled: "If you pass the exam, do you have a reward?"

Jing Ci was startled: "What do you want?" He frowned and thought: "The math workbook I picked for you is almost done, otherwise I..."

Winning pride: "..."

Ying Jiao took a deep breath and interrupted him: "You accompany me to the movies."

Afraid of Jingci's refusal, he added: "A combination of work and rest can learn better, otherwise..."

Jing Ci made a promise in front of Teacher Liu. He was afraid of winning arrogance and reverting to the old state, so he quickly said: "Okay, I'll go."

Yingjiao took out the corners of his lips and opened an app with a successful smile on his face: "Let me see what movies are available this week..."

The smile at the corner of Yingjiao's mouth gradually disappeared.

The popular films, from top to bottom, are: two gunfight films, three fighting films, a ghost film, and a youth romance film.

The corners of Yingjiao's mouth twitched without a trace. Other men might like this kind of blockbuster movie, but... even if he likes it, he can't watch it, he is dizzy...

What kind of luck is this?

This kind of movie configuration has been rare for a few years, and it happened to be caught up by him.

But if you tell Jing Ci directly that you want to take him to see that youth romance film, will Jing Ci find himself a little strange?

Winning pride decided to fight.

He handed the phone to Jing Ci, and said nonchalantly: "You choose, we will look at whichever you want."

Jing Ci took the phone and looked carefully one by one. Every time his finger rests on a movie, Ying Jiao feels more nervous.

The school bully classmate idol weighs a ton of burden and refuses to take the initiative to remind Jing Ci of his weakness. I was also afraid that he would faint and be ugly in the middle of choosing the wrong movie, which would affect his image in Jing Ci's mind.

"Have you chosen?" Ying arrogantly coughed and asked Jing Ci.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

"Which one do you want to watch?" Yingjiao asked again.

The interval between the two sentences did not exceed two seconds.

The corners of Jing Ci's lips curled slightly, he lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Look at this."

Ying Jiao breathed out slowly, raised his eyes to look over, and was stunned.

Jing Ci chose that youth romance film.