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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Forty-Eight"

weight="142128"

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

mode = "manual"

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Zheng Que's heart is the thickest among the few people. In normal times, he doesn't bother to understand how Ying Jiao and Jing Ci show affection. At that time, it is better to lower your head and play a game.

But today he was pretending to have something in his heart, a little unhappy, and wanted to divert his attention. This was the first one to speak. Unexpectedly, the two words came back by Ying Jiao.

Zheng Que sat down again, dug a big mouthful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth depressed.

Ying Jiao chatted with Jing Ci for a while, only to feel refreshed, and took a piece of Okonomiyaki, and just wanted to put down his phone and continue eating. Seeing Zheng Que's depressed face, he paused, turned on the phone again, made a few private digital chats and sent them to Zheng Que.

Zheng Que didn't understand it for a while, thinking that he was going to perform a show again, and asked vigilantly: "Brother Jiao, what does this mean?"

"The code for the door lock." Ying Jiao took a sip of hot grapefruit black tea and said casually: "Have you been to my house in Cenyue Bay? It's the code for the door lock there."

Zheng Que's throat choked and his eye circles were almost red.

His parents had a bad relationship. There was a big quarrel for three days and one small quarrel for five days. He actually went home tonight, but he couldn't stand the quarrel in the house and the sound of falling objects, so he ran out again.

He didn't want to stay in that house for a second.

"Brother Jiao, I..." Zheng Que sucked his nose, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something. But they are used to hurting each other, and those emotional words can't be said at all.

"Eat." Yingjiao interrupted him and said lightly: "You can live as long as you want. Don't worry, it's my mother's house. It has nothing to do with the winner."

Last year, Yingjiao and Zheng Que made an appointment to play in the villa in Haoyue Bay. Unexpectedly, Ying Shengjun came over with a woman halfway through.

Although Yingjiao kicked the winner out in the end, his interest was almost ruined.

"Thank you, Brother Jiao." Zheng Que read the password silently several times, remembering it in his heart, and thanked Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao nodded and said nothing.

On the other side, after chatting with Yingjiao for a while, Jing Ci felt much better. He packed up his things, like last time, after lying on the bed and writing most of his homework, he went to the bathroom to take a shower and then went to bed.

The next day, there was a meeting between the relatives of the Jing family, and the place was in the Jing family.

Father Jing's parents have passed away long ago, and there is no one in his hometown. Those who come are relatives from Zhao Jinfeng.

Zhao Jinfeng is a local and the family conditions are quite good. When Jingfu bought the house they now live in, the down payment was given by Zhao Jinfeng's family.

She has three sisters in total, and they are not much different in age, and the children they give birth are at most four years old, which is barely the same age.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the Zhao sisters came with her husband and children.

Jingfu and Zhao Jinfeng had already bought the vegetables, and they were busy in the kitchen. But just like that, Jing Fu hadn't forgotten to call Jing Ci out and let him accompany Jing Miao in the living room.

Jing Miao had a good relationship with a few cousins, and soon chatted with him, deliberately putting Jing Ci aside.

The voices of several people were stealing, and from time to time they came together to say something, glanced at Jing Ci with ridicule in their eyes.

Jing Ci was too lazy to deal with their little tricks, sitting on the end of the sofa silently reviewing the mathematical formulas in his heart.

Sister Zhao glanced at him, and whispered to Sister Zhao: "Look at that, this time I finally saw a little human."

Sister Zhao snorted, "Embroidered pillows, a straw bag, what's the use of just looking good."

Sister Zhao took a kiwi fruit and said while peeling it, "Yes, it's the same as his mother. Speaking of his mother, let me tell you that I ran into that woman on the road last time."

Third Sister Zhao likes gossip the most, and immediately joined the conversation after hearing this: "What's the matter?"

Sister Zhao took a bite of the kiwi fruit and said, "You don't know, that arrogant man, tsk tsk. Wearing a red dress and carrying a Prada. Protruding past me, holding her daughter in one hand and her husband in the other. It seems to be going to a jewelry store to buy a necklace."

Once women gossip, they will forget the occasion, and the voices of several people will involuntarily become louder.

Jing Ci was by the side, listening to their conversation clearly.

From passing through to the present, this is the first time Jing Ci has heard of the original mother.

"People are doing well now." Third Sister Zhao said with a sour tone: "There is no way, if you are good-looking, men will eat that set."

The second sister Zhao still had a cold face: "It's nothing more than a good skin, a child who cheats before she is one year old. Is this kind of woman still a person?"

"You said her mother is cruel. They are all in the same city and not far away from each other. She never let her son live in her house for a day, nor did she buy anything for her son."

Third Sister Zhao listened with gusto, and when she was about to say something, she suddenly met Jing Ci's eyes.

She coughed awkwardly, and quickly turned off the subject.

Around twelve o'clock, all the food on the table was ready. The men sat together pushing cups and changing cups, while the women secretly showed off their husbands and children.

The children of the Zhao family sisters are very upbeat. Sister Zhao’s son has just passed the local 211 exam this year. Sister Zhao and Sanjie Zhao’s son are the same years old. They are in the first year of high school in two key high schools in the city, and their grades are not bad.

Sister Zhao took out a paper towel and wiped the corners of her mouth, proudly: "This is all the experience of people who have come here. If you are going to college, you must not take an ordinary book. Otherwise, you will suffer a big loss if you are looking for a job in the future."

She glanced back and forth between Jing Ci and Jing Miao, and said, "Miaomiao's grades are good, and I hope to continue to be like your brother. Jing Ci..."

She smiled meaninglessly: "Auntie doesn't ask you too much on grades, just don't trouble your parents."

Zhao Jinfeng choked abruptly, and quickly winked at Sister Zhao.

She is the one who has seen Jing Ci the best, and Jing Ci's grades have improved, which made Zhao Jinfeng feel aggrieved and panicked during this period of time.

Who would have thought that when a little beast like a second-rate boy really made up his mind and started working hard, his grades would be so good?

Originally, the two children in the family had to crush Jingci in every aspect of her birth. But now, let alone Jing Miao, even her eldest nephew, who passed the 211 exam, was hanged before Jing Ci.

After all, this kind of thing is not a long-faced thing, Zhao Jinfeng didn't tell her sisters, he didn't expect it to turn over at this moment.

Sister Zhao didn't understand what she meant, and continued: "You think you talk so little, how do you work when you graduate from high school? You don't need your personality to be a waiter."

Jing Ci lifted his eyes and glanced at her, and took the last braised duck wing she liked.

Sister Zhao who stretched out her chopsticks one step behind: "..."

Second sister Zhao also said: "Your aunt is right. Not to mention, your brother entered the top 50 in the last exam. Afterwards, 985 University will definitely not run away. You can't study well, you always have to go elsewhere..."

"Second sister!" Zhao Jinfeng's face flushed red, and he couldn't listen anymore: "Stop talking."

"What's the matter, Jinfeng?" Sister Zhao slowly put on disposable gloves, took a big bone, and glanced at the unnatural face of Father Jing, and said: "You are thinking too much, worrying about this and that, but some If the words are not spoken directly, the child will not understand. Just like Jing Ci, in his situation, he will not go to work after graduating from high school..."

Zhao Jinfeng took a deep breath and interrupted her: "Second sister, Jing Ci has a good grade."

After saying a word, the eyes of the people over the table turned to her instantly, with sympathy in their eyes.

Guo Zeng's mother is hard to behave. With Zhao Jinfeng's temper, it is rare to say that Jing Ci's bad grades are good.

Sister Zhao just wanted to say something, Jing's father put down her chopsticks and said embarrassingly: "Eldest sister, second sister, now Jingci has done well."

Sister Zhao and Sister Zhao didn't believe it.

Third Sister Zhao even chuckles and laughs. She straightened her face and said, "Really? How many people advanced in the exam?"

With the virtue of this little beast, I am afraid it has changed from the last to the second. Maybe it was because the day of the first test was dizzy.

The people over the table all looked at Jingfu.

Father Jing wiped his face, trying to make his face look natural, and said embarrassingly: "Jing Ci was the number one in the school last time and also participated in the National Mathematical League."

The voice fell to the ground, and suddenly one after another gasps sounded on the table.

"How can this be?"

"Positive, positive?"

"The provincial experiment is ranked first in the whole year?"

Jingfu nodded stiffly.

The three sisters of the Zhao family turned flush like ducks with their necks pinched, and couldn't utter a word.

The juniors in their family are even more so, all staring at Jing Ci, their jaws falling to the ground.

In the second half of the dinner, the atmosphere was strange and quiet. After lunch, the three sisters of Sister Zhao did not stay to chat, have afternoon tea or something like they did in the past. They all retreated quickly because of something wrong.

Jing's father and Zhao Jinfeng's faces were even hotter, and even Jing Miao felt uncomfortable, so they talked to Jing's father and ran out.

Only Jingci went back to his small room as if nothing had happened, and put the finished homework in his schoolbag. When he unzipped the zipper, his hand accidentally touched the phone inside.

Jing Ci hesitated for a few seconds, took out the phone and called up the WeChat interface, slightly lost in thought.

I don’t know what Yingjiao is doing now, do you have to do your homework well...

As he was thinking, the phone rang suddenly, and perhaps he had a clear heart, and it happened to be news of winning arrogance.

[Arrogance]: I can't do some questions.

Jing Ci quickly replied——

[Jing]: Which question? Take a picture for me to have a look.

[Pride]: I prefer you to tell me in person.

Jing Ci was taken aback, thought for a moment and replied——

[Jing]: Then you save first.

"I'll tell you after school starts" is still being entered, and the new news of Yingjiao has come in.

[Pride]: Little classmate, do you come to my home to do your homework?

Jing Ci's fingertips paused, and his typing stopped.

Do you want to win homework?

For some reason, Jing Ci suddenly felt a little nervous.

The cursor flickered in the input box, Jing Ci's finger stayed on the Jiugongge, and did not move for a while.

[Arrogance]: Come on?

Jing Ci was still hesitating, and Father Jing suddenly pushed the door and walked in: "What are you doing hiding in the house? After a break, I don't know how to come out and talk to your mother for a while, why are you so ignorant!"

Jing Ci closed his eyes, his heart was crossed, and he typed——

[Jing]: Come.

[Arrogance]: Go downstairs.

[Arrogance]: You are going downstairs now.

Jing Ci's heart beat fast, his hand crooked, and his phone fell onto the bed with a bang.

When Father Jing saw it, he was immediately angry: "Okay, you're still playing on your phone! Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Jing Ci hurriedly stuffed the textbooks into his schoolbag. For the first time, he didn't put them in the order of size. He said to Jingfu: "I'm going to my classmate's home to do my homework." Then he rushed out of the room.

Father Jing walked out and snarled, "Are you going to contact your friends, friends? Don't go! Give me stay at home!"

Jing Ci squatted down to change shoes: "I have an appointment with my classmates."

"What appointment..." Before Jing's father could finish his sentence, Jing Ci opened the door and walked out. The security door banged, isolating his voice in the house.

Jing Ci pressed the schoolbag on his back with his hand, and ran downstairs quickly. The closer he gets downstairs, the faster his heartbeat.

Standing in front of the heavy sticker door of the unit building, Jing Ci took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

Ying Jiaozheng was sitting lazily on the bicycle. Hearing the movement, he raised his head and smiled at Jing Ci: "The action is quite fast."

The wind blew his open blue jacket, the white shirt inside was close to his body, and the thin waistline could be vaguely seen.

In front of him, there is a black hole in the corridor of the unit building. Behind him, the sun shines brightly.

"You..." Jing Ci's throat tightened, and he finally uttered a word: "How do you know my home is here?"

"Last time you showed me the exercise book you bought on Taobao, I saw it." Yingjiao put away his phone, walked over, and naturally reached out to take his schoolbag and hung it on the handlebar.

Jing Ci asked again: "Are you here for something?"

"It's okay." Ying Jiao chuckled and patted the back seat of the bicycle: "Get in the car."

Jing Ci didn't move, but stared at him steadily.

"Okay." Ying Jiao smiled and compromised: "I can see it by you, there is indeed something wrong."

"What's the matter?" Jing Ci immediately became nervous. It must not be a trivial matter to make Yingjiao come to his house specially during the holiday? Is it related to his family?

It was windy outside, and Yingjiao pulled up the zipper of his jacket, rubbing his thumb lightly across his chin. He looked into Jing Ci's eyes and whispered: "I really miss you, I can't help it."

The author has something to say: Did you find out, Brother Jiao, the scheming boy, has not concealed the wolf's tail~

I am arrogant! ! The old mother screamed for assist.