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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Forty"

weight="142089"

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

mode = "manual"

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The touch in Jing Ci's heart vanished instantly, and he blushed and stared at Ying Jiao: "You, don't talk nonsense!"

Ying Jiao looked at him in surprise: "When did I talk nonsense? It seems that you forgot. Come here, brother will help you remember."

"The dark wind was high that night, and the colored lights in the box flickered. Under the watchful eyes of more than twenty people in the class, I pressed you onto the sofa..."

Before he could finish a sentence, he was smashed by a workbook.

Jing Ci couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth and said: "Shut up!"

Ying Jiao easily blocked the exercise book, held it in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Wow, you won't recognize it if you kissed it, little classmate, are you so scumbag?"

Jing Ci suffocated: "We didn't, we didn't have a relationship!"

"Just kidding," Ying Jiao dropped the exercise book on the table and turned around: "At that time, more than half of the class could testify. You said you didn't kiss if you didn't kiss?"

As he said, he reached out and knocked on He porridge's table at the back: "Lao He, I want to ask you something, the day we have dinner..."

Before the following words came out, Jing Ci tightly covered his mouth with his hands.

He Zhou was playing a game with Peng Chengcheng head-to-head and saw the posture of the two of them. He lowered his head again blankly, grabbed a copy of "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-year Simulation" and put it up in front of his face, making a do not disturb appearance.

However, his face was so big that the pages of the book couldn't cover it at all. From the angle of winning pride, he can even clearly see the twitching corners of his mouth...

"Huh?" Ying Jiao held Jing Ci's wrist, pulled his hand down, looked at He porridge, smiled: "Old He, I'm asking you when we have dinner..."

"Don't ask!" Jing Ci's ears were red, and he tried his best to resist the heat of his face, and emphasized again in a low voice: "Don't ask!"

"How can you not ask questions of principle?" Yingjiao's face is not red or heartbeat, and his expression is extremely natural, and he has to turn around again: "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

He paused, and added: "Just ask He Congee, who is not accurate alone, who else was there that day? Old Zheng, Old Peng, Wu Weicheng...all have to ask."

Jing Ci: "..."

Ying Jiao looked at his flushed face and smiled: "So, are we kissing?"

Jing Ci took a deep breath, his face was almost spontaneously hot. He looked down and didn't look at winning arrogance, and gritted his teeth and said: "Kiss, kiss."

"Really? Do you want to check again?"

Jing Ci closed his eyes, fearing that he would really ask, and said, "Really! Kiss!"

Yingjiao was finally satisfied, rubbed his head and let him go.

Since sharing their secrets, the relationship between Jing Ci and Yingjiao has become much closer than before.

In the past, almost all the interaction between two people was to win and take the initiative. Except for learning, Jing Ci rarely speaks to Yingjiao.

But now, during the break between classes, Jing Ci occasionally chats with arrogance. Although he is still shy after being molested by him, he never gets angry anymore. Even if Yingjiao smokes fiercely sometimes, Jing Ci will remind him.

"It tastes great?" Ying Jiao lowered his head and sniffed on himself: "Did it hit you?"

"No, it doesn't taste." Jing Ci put down the pen in his hand: "I saw it when you gave He porridge with cigarettes."

Yesterday it was a whole box, but now the boxes are all sunken.

Ying Jiao laughed: "Just these few days."

He is not addicted to cigarettes, but he is a little anxious when his results come out today. It's not good that the ladies chirping to find someone to say that they can only hold it in their heart, and use a cigarette to vent.

Yingjiao took out the cigarette case and wanted to smoke again.

Jing Ci glanced at him, Ying coughed, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, took a sip of water, and threw the cigarette into the table hole: "Don't worry, don't smoke."

Jing Ci's gaze stayed on his hand for a few seconds. He raised his head and glanced at the time. There are still seven minutes before class. If you hurry up, there will be time...

He pushed away the chair and went out.

Jing Ci is not around, and Yingjiao is even more uncomfortable. He looked around, looking back to find He porridge and the others to chat to divert attention, only to find that several people were getting together, whispering not knowing what they were doing.

Yingjiao reached out and knocked on their desktop: "What are you looking at?"

"Cough, cough, cough," He Zhou thought it was Teacher Liu who was here, and almost threw the phone out of fright. He patted his chest in horror and said, "My heart is about to be frightened by you. There is nothing new, so I just go to the forums everyday. "

Because it has been confirmed that today's results will come out, everyone is discussing on the forum now. Among them, there are the most posts about Jingci, and He congee they also see this.

[Get clear news, and the red list will be posted later, waiting to see Jingshen's ranking. 】

[Waiting for what rank? It's not the same as me, I just wait for the score. 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I met Jingshen in the cafeteria this morning! He was in front of me when I delivered the plate. Seeing how many things I had in my hand, he gave me a place! ! Is Jingshen a little different to me? 】

[...Don't make trouble upstairs, Jing Ci has always been like this, when we receive hot water in our class, we must first let the girls. 】

[Appeared, one of the three major illusions in this world: He likes me. That girl, are you going to laugh at me to death? Hahahahaha, it is impossible for Jing Ci to fall in love, absolutely not! Don’t see how many girls’ hearts died at the door of our seventh class. 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Who knows what type of girls he likes? ? 】

[The caveman upstairs? 】

[The caveman? 】

【What happen to you guys? …Are there any questions I asked? 】

[It is said that there is something indescribable between Jingshen and Yingjiao, um...]

[Puff, fake it. Don't be brainwashed by the brainwashing bag. Who is Yingjiao, if they two really have something, they won't spread the rumors. 】

[It seems to be...]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no one is allowed to make a rumor of my husband! ! ! Jing Ci is in my bed! 】

"Give me a look." Ying Jiao was too lazy to take the phone, and directly reached out to He Congee.

He Cong remembered Jing Ci’s screaming at her husband and brother, fearing that Ying Jiao would get angry after seeing it, so he subconsciously hid the phone behind his back, and said with a smile: "Just... just post it daily, there is nothing to see. ."

Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows, he didn't want to see it that much before, so he couldn't look at it anymore when He Zhou concealed it.

Ying Jiao stood up, held He Congee with one hand, grabbed the phone directly with the other, and looked down slowly.

The more he looked at his face, the colder his face became. He was so frightened that he wiped the cold sweat on his head and said: "It's all nonsense, nonsense, don't look at Brother Jiao."

As he said, he wanted to grab the phone back, but was avoided by Ying Jiao.

He porridge was too anxious, and whispered: "Sisters are like this now. What do you call it? "As long as my brother is handsome, when will I be there? no other meanings."

Ying Jiao frowned and raised his head: "What is pure appreciation of the face, do you mean Jing Ci has no talent?"

He porridge: "..."

Is this the focus now? !

He porridge took a deep breath: "Mistaken mouth."

"Then what... can the phone be given to me?"

There is no place for Yingjiao to vent, this post just hit it. He rolled up his sleeves, clicked on the screen, and was about to log in to his account to tell him, "Spoofing a rumor? I will let them see today if I and Jing Ci are making a rumor."

He porridge almost fainted, thinking about whether or not to go out and grab the phone directly, Jing Ci came back.

Ying Jiao paused and buckled the screen of the phone. He was about to ask where Jing Ci had gone, when Jing Ci took out a bag of coconut candy from his pocket.

He tore open the package, first divided some to He Congee Li Zhou and the others, and finally turned to Yingjiao, and put all the rest on his table.

"For me?"

Jing Ci gave a faint hum.

"Why do you suddenly remember to buy sugar?"

Jing Ci's answer is still very simple: "I want to eat."

"Want to eat?" Ying Jiao chuckled, glanced at his empty table, and nodded: "Well, I want to eat, so I didn't save a piece for myself."

Jing Ci was taken aback, looked down, and suddenly discovered the mistake he had made.

Winning arrogance peeled off a piece of candy and asked Jingci: "Bought it for me specifically?"

Jing Ci's ears were red, and he was silent for a few seconds before nodding slightly.

"Why did you buy this for me?" Ying Jiao stuffed the peeled candy into Jing Ci's mouth, rubbed his lips with a finger, and whispered: "You are sweet enough, and you need it. Buy sugar?"

Jing Ci pushed the sugar cube aside with the tip of his tongue, automatically blocked his swearing words, and said, "I heard that it would be better to eat a candy when you want to smoke."

Ying Jiao was taken aback, and the smile in his eyes slowly overflowed.

What good luck did he have to meet such a big baby.

Ying Jiao returned the phone to He porridge, and peeled another piece of candy in it, only to feel the sweetness to his heart.

Those people in the post can only have sex online.

It is him who sits next to Jing Ci every day. He is the only one who can let Jing Ci go to buy sugar in person.

In the third morning, class ends and Jing Ci goes to the bathroom. Not long after he left, He Zhou came back yelling.

He congee's figure slammed the door, and the glass on it shook several times. Winning arrogance frowned, just about to say a few words to him, He Zhou exclaimed excitedly: "The results are coming! Our Jingci is still number one!"

The attention of the students in Class 7 was immediately attracted, and they gathered around and asked eloquently

"How many points?"

"Do you have the strength to crush those in the supernormal class?"

"How about the score? Did you read it?"

He congee sighed, and the students of Class 7 suddenly raised their hearts.

Isn't Jingci scored higher than the second this time? No way?

He congee lost the appetite of a group of people, and then slowly said: "Hey, I have stepped back from last time. I only took the 747 this time, which is only 15 points higher than the second place Zhou Chao."

Class 7: "..."

A group of people reacted, and they immediately beat He Congee.

He Zhou laughed and rushed out of the siege, panting and ran to Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao is amazing, your total score is 488!"

488, 88 points more than the last exam.

Ying Jiao's heart finally let go, he finally lived up to those notes that Jing Ci wrote so hard.

Zheng Que put on He Congee's shoulders, blowing rainbow farts at Winning Pride: "Niubi is still my arrogant brother Niubi, do a line like a line!"

Peng Chengcheng also gave him a thumbs up.

He congee gasped, still a little bit unable to believe that Yingjiao would make such a big improvement. He pulled a chair, sat next to Yingjiao, and asked, "Brother Jiao, how did you learn?"

Ying Jiao stuffed a piece of coconut candy into his mouth, leaned back on the chair, curled his lips and said, "In the past month, I have realized a truth..."

The trio of He Zhou pricked up their ears and listened attentively to what he said.

Winning pride: "Only after working hard can I know how important talent is."

He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "..."

You shouldn't expect this old gangster to speak human words!

He Zhou rolled his eyes at him, stood up and was about to leave, when he heard Ying Jiao say again: "Of course, it's not just talent."

He porridge sat down again, finally he still nodded.

"What else?"

Ying Jiao glanced at Jing Ci's seat: "Jing Ci's fate is good."

"What?" He porridge was confused by what he said. He couldn't figure out how to win the arrogant test can also have something to do with Jing's fate.

He looked at Ying Jiao with ineffable words: "No, Brother Jiao, just say something else. Does this have something to do with Jing's resignation? Don't talk nonsense."

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Why is it okay?"

He congee hit the bar with him today, patted the table and stood up, and said loudly, "Then what's the matter?"

Winning chuckles: "Wanfu."

He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "..."