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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Forty Two"

weight="142099"

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

mode = "manual"

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Strictly speaking, this is the first time Jing Ci has come to a movie theater.

The position chosen by Yingjiao is in the middle of the third row, and the field of vision is very good.

Because the movie theater is near the high school, most of the people who come are students, and there are no parents with bear children. Everyone sits quietly and watches the movie.

The movie is okay. Ignore some unrealistic plots and the wrong math problem on the blackboard. It is quite interesting to see another high school life that is completely different from my own.

One-third of the progress has passed, and the plot conflicts have become more and more obvious. Jing Ci took a sip of the milk tea and waited intently for the next episode.

He did not put the milk tea back, but held it in his hand to warm his hands.

Yingjiao doesn't know why he is always forbidden to drink Coke, but Jing Ci doesn't matter to him. He has no preference for drinks. It doesn't matter what kind of drink is the same. Yingjiao says what he says.

Jing Ci swallowed the pearl in his mouth and took another sip.

On the big screen, the plot has developed to give away cannon fodder to provoke the male protagonist.

As a male protagonist, of course, the colder the expression the better, the less words the cooler. After the cannon fodder clamored for a while, it seemed that he was irritated by his body language. He bent down and picked up the bricks on the ground, and it just shot the male lead's head all at once.

In an instant, blood flew with the scalp. On half of the big screen, there is the blood-stained face of the male protagonist.

Blood? !

Jing Ci was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to see Yingjiao.

It's just that before he turned his head, he was rushed into his arms.

Ying Jiao closed his eyes tightly, his head was in a cold sweat, and he was already in a state of semi-fainting.

"Ying Jiao?" Jing Ci called to him in a low voice, and Ying Jiao didn't react at all.

Jing Ci looked around. They were sitting in the middle, with people on both sides. Yingjiao didn't realize it yet. It was impossible for him to go out. He could only find a way to wake him up.

The first time he encountered the situation of Ying Jiao faint and blood, Jing Ci awoke him abruptly with his hands.

But this time, Jing Ci tried several times, but couldn't get it off. had to put the milk tea cup that was still warm on his face, and kept pushing him with his hands, whispering his name in his ear.

Ying Jiao's eyebrows moved, and he didn't seem to faint completely. Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, put the milk tea aside, and clutched his cold hands tightly. Afraid of disturbing others' watching movies, he tried to get closer to Yingjiao and kept calling him.

"It's okay..." After more than a minute, Yingjiao finally had some consciousness. He gritted his teeth, restrained the uncontrolled shaking of his body, and squeezed two words from his teeth.

"Can you do it now?" The light in the cinema was very dark, and Jing Ci couldn't see his face clearly, and he was a little worried. Discussed with him in a low voice: "Shall we go out if we don't watch it?"

Ying Jiao remained silent.

Just as Jing Ci wanted to ask him again, Yingjiao's weak but unusually persistent voice sounded in his ears: "Who can't you say?"

He took a few breaths, and then added: "Just kidding, one hundred and eighty minutes is absolutely fine."

Jing Ci: "..."

Seeing that he still had the energy to think about these messy things, Jing Ci didn't worry so much in his heart. He didn't answer the question, and thought for a while: "Why don't you wait for me here, I'll go out and get you some hot water?"

The last time went to the school doctor's room, the school doctor asked him to drink hot water.

Yingjiao is much better now. Compared with the blood of Jing Ci last time, the artificial blood on the screen has only a momentary impact on him.

"No." He moved, trying to straighten up, only to realize that his hand was being held by Jing Ci.

Jing Ci's hand was a circle smaller than his, even if he stretched his fingers as much as possible, he couldn't completely wrap his hand.

Ying Jiao raised the corners of his lips slightly, and acted aggressively: "Isn't your milk tea hot? Give me a sip."

Jing Ci stayed for a while: "I've drunk it all."

"It's okay," Ying Jiao still closed his eyes: "We have kissed both of us, do you still care about those?"

Others are still watching the movie, and Jing Ci doesn't want to argue with him. He hesitated for a few seconds, and wanted to exchange his straws with his. I didn't expect that the milk tea would be snatched by Yingjiao as soon as he got it in his hand.

He seems to have recovered a lot, and even has strength in his hands. Without waiting for Jing Ci to stop, he bit the straw and took a big sip while looking at Jing Ci's eyes.

When Jing Ci's cheeks became hot, he immediately turned his head and stopped looking at him.

In the end, the two of them insisted on watching the movie. As for whether they watched it or not, then don't know.

When they walked out of the movie theater, the atmosphere was a little bit embarrassing, and neither of them spoke first.

Yingjiao kept wondering how to honour himself.

Who can think of a brick-and-mortar scene in a youth love movie?

Fall in love, just fall in love. What do you do with these messy shots? !

It's simply not socialist.

There must be something wrong with the director and the film reviewer!

No, he had to try to make Jing Ci forget about it.

Jing Ci walked next to Yingjiao, and thought in his heart that Yingjiao seemed to care about fainting blood.

When I first met, I asked him to write a letter of guarantee for this. Did I pretend that nothing happened?

But after all, just watched a movie, don't you say what the movie should talk about?

Shall we talk about the exam?

The two turned their heads to look at each other at the same time.

Winning pride: "You..."

Jing Ci: "You..."

Ying Jiao coughed: "Then what, I said I just took a nap just now, do you believe it?"

Jing Ci: "..."

The corners of Jing Ci's lips bend uncontrollably, he lowered his head and smiled, "Believe it."

"Why do I think you don't believe it?" Ying Jiao gritted his teeth, raised his chin, and stared into his eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

Jing Ci had been suffocating a smile and working hard. When he asked him so, one of them couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry," he smiled while avoiding Yingjiao's hand, remembering the scene when he had just crossed over, and ridiculed rarely: "Do you need me to write you another guarantee?"

Jing Ci's personality is relatively weak, and he rarely laughs like this. A pair of dark eyes sparkled with smiles.

Ying Jiao looked at him, his heart softened, and he only felt that it didn't matter what face or dizziness was.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed Jingci's face, and said in a low voice: "Don't guarantee this time, I want another kind of book."

Jing Ci was puzzled: "What?"

"Little classmate," Ying Jiao laughed, his eyes tightly grabbing his face, as if jokingly and seriously: "Will you give me a love letter?"

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, then his face instantly became uncomfortable. He pushed away the arrogance, raised his foot and walked forward.

Ying Jiao looked at his hurried back, calmed his mood, and secretly warned him not to be anxious, speeding up his pace to catch up.

"What are you running?"

"...I didn't run."

"Get in the car," Ying Jiao took the bicycle next to him, and patted the back seat of the car: "Brother, how about the lemon grilled fish?"

Jing Ci cast his eyes down and didn't look at him, and jumped to the back seat of the car neatly: "I can do it."

Ying Jiao turned his head slightly and asked him, "Have you been seated?"

"All right."

Ying Jiao raised the leg that was on the ground, stepped on the pedals hard, and rode forward all the way.

The wind poured into his wide school uniform, propped up a bulging arc behind, and drove the top to climb slightly, revealing a black sweater on his waist.

Upon seeing this, Jing Ci quietly pulled his school uniform down, squeezing out the wind, and then let go.

After the monthly exam, the students in the provincial experiment relaxed briefly. Jing Ci is the opposite of theirs, because the provincial preliminary of the National Mathematical League has begun.

The day before the competition, Teacher Zhao did not ask them to do any questions, but carefully explained to them the things that need to be paid attention to before the exam——

"Although many of you here have participated in the math league, you should not rely on this to ignore the lecture, otherwise, if there is any problem, the year's hard work will be wasted."

Teacher Zhao took a sip of water, glanced slowly down the stage, and continued: "We will gather in front of the second teaching building at 5:30 tomorrow morning. You are not allowed to be late! Our math competition class lined up at the rightmost pillar in front of the building. Everyone has to wear school uniforms."

"I have already told you about the time of the game, and I will emphasize it again. It is held at Tunghai University and the test starts at 8 o'clock. From 8 to 9:20 is the first test, and from 9:40 to 12:10 is the second test. ."

Having said that, he focused on looking at Jing Ci: "No matter what the situation, you are not allowed to hand in papers in advance, have you heard?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci responded with the other students: "I heard it."

"Okay, I won't talk too much nonsense." Teacher Zhao was about to make a concluding remark, suddenly as if thinking of something, he said again: "Wait, there is one more thing, I almost forgot to say."

"Tomorrow you all get up early, and the cafeteria will not open at that time. It doesn't matter. The school takes care of breakfast. After you gather and board the bus, it will be delivered to you."

Teacher Zhao thought for a while, this time there is really no place to be reminded, and with a big wave, let them go.

"Tomorrow morning, I will be waiting for you at the corridor entrance on the third floor. About what time will you come out?" Zhou Chao asked Jingci after he walked out of the classroom.

Jing Ci thought for a moment: "About five ten ten."

Zhou Chao clapped his hands: "I'm almost the same. Let's meet at 5:10 when we say yes."

Jing Ci nodded: "OK."

"See you tomorrow morning."

"meet tomorrow."

After returning to the classroom, Jing Ci didn't read the book and do the questions as usual, but took out a transparent file bag and began to organize the stationery he would bring tomorrow.

Yingjiao put down his pen and asked him, "What time do you meet tomorrow morning?"

"At half past five," Jing Ci put an eraser in the file bag and looked up: "In front of the second teaching building." After thinking about it, he added: "The school also takes care of breakfast."

Ying Jiao looked at him as if he had picked up a treasure, and laughed: "So happy, do you bring your cell phone tomorrow?"

Jing Ci was also thinking about this question, but he didn't answer it immediately.

"Take it with you," Ying Jiao took over his file bag. Although he knew that Jing Ci could not make a mistake, he checked it again in the same way: "If something happens to you at that time, don't forget it before the exam. Just put it in your schoolbag."

"Good." Jing Ci nodded: "Then I will take it."

He thought for a while, and told Ying Jiao: "Tomorrow morning self-study and lunch break will be enough. You finish that set of physics papers. You made a lot of physics errors in this exam. I will check it when I come back."

"Don't worry," Yingjiao pulled up the file bag and returned him with a chuckle, "I have to finish the task you set without going to the toilet after class."

Jing Ci put the paper bag in his schoolbag, ignored him, but slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Just before dawn the next day, Jing Ci got up, and after washing gently, he went to the entrance of the corridor to meet Zhou Chao. While talking, the two came to the front of the second teaching building.

When they arrived, many people were already standing in front of the building. The bus hired by the provincial experiment was parked aside, and the engine slammed.

"I don't know how people can be there," Zhou Chao complained, rubbing his stomach, "I'm a little hungry, and our school teachers are too. You have to come before you can give breakfast."

Jing Ci looked at the time, it was still ten minutes to half past five, and comforted: "It should be soon, we will gather soon."

Zhou Chao sighed, "Hope."

Jing Ci wanted to say something, but suddenly he was slapped on his shoulder. He turned his head and was stunned.

"You... why are you here?"

"Come on," Ying Jiao didn't answer him. He pulled him to the shelter behind the pillar, and took out an insulated lunch box and a thermos cup from his schoolbag: "Don't eat anything from school, it doesn't taste good, I will bring you NS."

He opened the insulated lunch box, revealing steaming steamed steamed dumplings inside: "Let’s eat, my aunt at home made them very clean. There are two kinds of fillings, one is mushrooms and chicken, and the other is shepherd's purse meat."

Jing Ci looked up at him steadily, and asked in a low voice, "You, did you come here to bring me breakfast?"

"Neither," Ying laughed. Seeing that he didn't move, he simply stretched out his hand and took a dumpling to his mouth: "Open your mouth and see what I am doing? How can I not be there when you participate in the competition for the first time?"

"Thank you." Jing Ci was warm in his heart. He bit the steamed dumpling and glanced at Zhou Chao over there guiltily. Don't know why, he suddenly didn't want to share the breakfast of Winning Pride to others.

Ying Jiao took a closer look at his face and saw that he had eaten several times in a row. It seemed to suit his taste. Feel relieved, he unscrewed the thermos and handed it up: "Drink some soy milk."

Jing Ci nodded, took a sip from the cup.

The craftsmanship of Yingjiaojia's aunt is really good. The steamed dumplings are fresh and salty and the soy milk is also rich and mellow. Jing Ci wanted to take another sip, but was stopped by Ying Jiao.

"Don't drink too much, just run your mouth." Ying Jiao smiled lightly, and whispered in his ear: "I don't want to go to the bathroom when I have an exam."

Thinking of Jing Ci's habit of not leaving anything, he said again: "Don't worry, I will drink the rest and I won't throw it away."

How can he let him eat his leftovers?

Jing Ci's cheeks were hot, and he wanted him to keep the soy milk and drink it when he came back from the exam. Before he could speak, Mr. Zhao raised his loudspeaker and shouted: "Now we will start roll call, starting with the math competition class. Zhou Chao! Jiang Chong..."

"Go." Yingjiao took the lunchbox in his hand, stuffed it into his schoolbag, reached out and hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "Little classmate, come on the competition, I wish you all the best,Go ahead and win."

Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and gradually relaxed after being stiff for a few seconds, hugged him back quickly, said thank you, and turned to the queue.

When getting on the bus, Jing Ci glanced back, and Yingjiao was still standing there.

He carried his schoolbag in one hand and leaned lazily against the pillar.Because the sky was still dark, Jing Ci couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could see that his face was facing his direction.

Suddenly, Jing Ci's heart beat fiercely. He boarded the bus in a few steps, stood at the highest point of the door, and waved at Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao was taken aback, then smiled and raised his right hand.

The bus slowly drove out of the school, Ying Jiao walked into the classroom and began to do physics papers, and Jing Ci officially started his road of competition.

The author has something to say: To save brother Jiao, one hundred and eighty minutes is his last insistence.