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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Fifty-Eight"

weight="142160"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci's cheeks became hot in an instant, and he subconsciously wanted to push away Yingjiao.

He touched him with both hands, but then let it down again.

At this moment, Ying Jiao was leaning on him lazily, and unexpectedly pushed, Jing Ci was afraid of pushing him down.

Jing Ci took a deep breath and tried to make himself ignore the person on him: "Don't always say such things..."

"I don't think you don't understand, can I explain it to you." Ying Jiao made an inch and held Jing Ci's hand under the table and said without embarrassment: "Is there a problem?"

In the sleeves of the large school uniforms, the fingers of the two people were tightly entwined, exchanging the temperature of each other's body. Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, and he calmed himself: "No, there is no such explanation."

Ying Jiao nodded, and readily admitted: "Yes, I said nonsense."

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

Ying Jiao chuckles: "Who makes you so cute, how can I stand it."

At this time, Jing Ci's ears were red.

He moved, trying to take his hand out of Yingjiao's hand.

The early self-study hasn't officially started yet, and have been studying for many days racing against time. want to indulge self with arrogance and extravagance.

"Don't move." He held Jing Ci with greater strength: "Charge me for a while, how many days have we not seen each other?" He sneered, and said, "A class is still at the same table. It's like Cowherd and Weaver Girl."

There were yawning classmates passing by, but the two of them secretly held hands under the table. Jing Ci was a little flustered, but he didn't dare to move too hard. For fear of being discovered, he could only let him lead.

"I haven't asked, when is your birthday?" Ying Jiao pulled out a workbook from the shelf, turned it over and said, looking casual.

Jing Ci blurted out: "February 19..." Realizing that it was wrong, he immediately changed his words: "January 31st."

In his previous life, the day Jing Ci was sent to the orphanage was February 19th, so the dean took February 19th as his birthday.

At this time, Ying Jiao asked without warning, under inertial thinking, Jing Ci reflexively said this day.

The hand of Yingjiao flipped the book, pretending not to hear the problem in his words, and said naturally: "Only half a month younger than me."

Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."

"So you were born with me?" Ying Jiao smiled and whispered: "Come to be my little wife?"

Jing Ci's ears were red, and he broke away from Yingjiao's hand, turned around and stopped paying attention to him.

Ying Jiao Xiaoxiao didn't bother him anymore, found a set of papers from the table hole and laid it on the table.

He lowered his head, his eyes were on the test paper, and he seemed to be reading the questions carefully, but in fact his thoughts had already gone elsewhere.

The last time was at his home, Ying Jiao saw his ID card because he helped Jingci check the competition results.

He clearly remembered that the date of birth above was January 31st. But when he asked, Jing Ci's first reaction was February 19th.

So, is February 19th Jing Ci's birthday?

Ying Jiao silently remembered this day in his heart, retracted his thoughts, and concentrated on starting to study the questions.

Although it is still impossible to touch the secret in Jing Ci's heart, at least, he has a better understanding of Jing Ci today than yesterday. Just like this little by little, with all his patience throughout his life, one day, there will be no gap between him and Jing Ci.

Because the final exam is approaching, the teachers of all subjects no longer lecture. In class time, they either talk about papers or allow students to study by themselves, and raise their hands directly when there are questions.

Everyone couldn't bear it after doing all morning questions in a row. Fortunately, the province experiment is more humane, and it has not stopped physical education like other schools.

In the third quarter, the bell rang after class, and a sigh of relief suddenly sounded in the classroom of Class 7.

"Let's go and leave," Li Zhou stuffed the meal card into his pocket and greeted Jing Ci: "Next sports class, let's go to the equipment room to get basketball first?"

"Okay." Jing Ci put down his pen, glanced at Ying Jiao who was still writing the question next to him, and thought for a while and said: "Call Wu Weicheng."

Li Zhou puzzled: "It's just a basketball, don't you need three people?"

Jing Ci insisted on his own ideas, and Li Zhou had no choice but to find Wu Weicheng.

As soon as he left the classroom, Jing Ci said to Li Zhou, "I have something to do, so I can't go with you." Before Li Zhou asked, he continued: "If those special talents trouble you, you should contact me immediately."

Only then did Li Zhou understand that Jing Ci insisted on calling Wu Weicheng because he was afraid that he would not be able to cope with those special talents after he went to the basketball court alone.

"It's okay," Li Zhou said with a warm heart, and smiled: "I heard Zheng Que said that the principals have been scared by the principal. Now they are sitting in the classroom all day and studying, where can they dare to trouble us."

Jing Ci shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with being careful."

He was a little anxious and didn't say anything to Li Zhouduo, and hurriedly entered the second-year science office.

Seeing this, Li Zhou turned his head to Wu Weicheng and said, "What is Brother Ci doing, how is it mysterious?"

Wu Weicheng pondered for a while and said: "It should be a competition. You haven't seen it yet. Brother Ci is almost living in a small classroom these days."

Li Zhou nodded: "It makes sense." Without thinking about it, he hooked up with Wu Weicheng and went downstairs.

It was the end of class time, except for some of those who dragged the class, all the other teachers returned to the office.

After Jing Ci entered the door, he greeted Teacher Liu first, then came to Zhao Feng's desk and said, "Mr. Zhao, I have something to do with you."

Five minutes later, Jing Ci walked out of the office with a teacher's meal card in his pocket.

The provincial experiment has a separate teacher’s cafeteria, which can only be served by swiping the teacher card.

In fact, the teacher’s canteen does not taste much better. The only thing better than the student canteen is that you can order dishes according to the menu without having to wait in line.

During the period before the National Mathematics High School Finals, the three Jing Ci were the key objects of Zhao Feng's care.

For this reason, Zhao Feng not only often takes them to the teachers’ cafeteria to eat, but also opens a small stove for them in an open manner. also repeatedly emphasized to them that if you don't want to waste time in the canteen, you can borrow his teacher card to use it.

Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong had both borrowed, but Jingci was born to dislike the character of owing favors, and had never spoken with Zhao Feng before.

Today is the first time.

When Jing Ci arrived on the basketball court, several boys from Class 7 were playing basketball. Those special talents really didn't trouble them anymore, not only that, but also deliberately stayed away from them, as if they were carrying a virus.

Seeing Jingci coming, Li Zhou walked off the court and asked while drinking water, "Have you finished your business?"

"No," Jing Ci touched the hard meal card through his trouser pockets, and said to Li Zhou: "I won't eat with you today at noon. You and Wu Weicheng and the others will go."

"Isn't it." Li Zhou screwed on the bottle cap and frowned: "Your competition class is still working overtime? Do you want me to help you get a meal?"

"No," Jing Ci thanked him for his kindness and explained, "I will go to the teachers' cafeteria to eat."

"Okay." Li Zhou simply responded, threw the mineral water bottle aside, and greeted Jing Ci: "Walk, go up and have a game."

Twenty minutes before class ended, Jing Ci got off the basketball court panting and walked straight to the teachers’ cafeteria.

Ying Jiao went to buy two Oden and came back. He wanted to give Jing Ci while it was hot. Who knew that the worker's wife was gone in a blink of an eye.

He asked Li Zhou, "Where did Jing Ci go?"

"I don't know," Li Zhou replied, wiping the sweat on his forehead casually, "He said he had something to do, so he should leave first."

Winning arrogance frowning, walking in such a hurry, what is it?

And you can tell Li Zhou, why don't you know how to say hello to him?

Ying Jiao was worried and sour in his heart. He stuffed Oden to He porridge, took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Jing Ci.

Jing Ci didn't reply.

Yingjiao's thin lips pressed slightly. He quit WeChat and was about to call Jing Ci. Jing Ci's phone number came.

"You come to the teachers' cafeteria."

Ying Jiao was worried about him and didn't even ask why. He hung up the phone and ran over without saying a word.

At this point, none of the teachers in the teachers’ cafeteria came to eat. In the empty dining area, Ying Jiao saw Jing Ci sitting in the front at a glance.

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket, and the slinger walked over, "Little classmate, what are you doing..."

He stared blankly at the bowl of dragon beard noodles on the table, and instantly lost his voice.

Jing Ci pushed his face to his side, and whispered softly: "Longevity noodles."

"happy Birthday."

Missed the time to prepare the gift, he can only express his heart in this way.

In his hometown, he always eats longevity noodles for his birthday.

Although no one had prepared it for him, in Jing Ci's heart, he must have longevity noodles to be a complete birthday.

He wants to win the things he can't get.

Therefore, have never asked for someone's Jing Ci, and opened mouth to others for the first time.

In the office, in front of all the teachers in the second year of high school, he tried his best to endure the embarrassment and unnaturalness in his heart, and said to Zhao Feng: "Teacher, can you lend me your teacher card?"

The dining area is quiet, only the whistling of the high-power air conditioner in the kitchen can be heard, and occasionally the chat and laughter of the back chef.

The unique aroma of cooking is floating in the air.

Jing Ci sat upright on the blue dining chair.

His hair was a bit longer than before, and it pressed softly against his cheeks, making his face smaller and smaller. The slender and thick eyelashes blink from time to time, like two wagging little butterflies, occasionally staying in the heart of winning arrogance, wave after wave of ripples.

Ying Jiao stood motionless, his Adam's apple rolling up and down forbearingly.

It has been many years since his mother passed away. This is the first time anyone remembers preparing a bowl of longevity noodles for him on his birthday.

"Winning pride?" Jing Ci called out to him suspiciously.

"You..." Ying Jiao clenched his fists, desperately restraining the emotions in his heart, and his voice was dumb when he opened his mouth.

He closed his eyes and tried to make his voice sound more normal: "Why would you come to the teachers' cafeteria to buy noodles?"

Jing Ci handed him the chopsticks, and smiled embarrassedly: "A canteen only has flat noodles and thick noodles, but no dragon's silk noodles. Longevity noodles must be dragon's noodles."

Although they are all noodles, they can be substituted. But within the scope of what he can do, he wants to give Yingjiao the best.

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, sat down opposite him, stirred up a long longevity noodle with chopsticks, and asked him softly, "Where did the teacher card come from?"

"I asked Teacher Zhao to borrow it."

Ying Jiao's throat choked, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Just to let him eat a bowl of longevity noodles.

The Jingci that has never been bothering people, and the socially passive Jingci, is how many times you have to build in your heart before you can ask for help.

Ying Jiao didn't want to lose his temper in front of Jing Ci, and covered the red eye circles by holding up a bowl of soup.

He has received many birthday gifts, expensive and rare. Only on the eighteenth birthday, this simple bowl of longevity noodles is something he wants to keep in his heart forever.

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and took another bite of noodles.

Opposite him, Jing Ci was digging a spoon of bibimbap into his mouth, his cheeks bulged slightly, and the way he was eating was serious and beautiful.

Such a good Jing Ci, such a good Jing Ci...

Yingjiao bowed his head and ate his exclusive longevity noodles carefully. How could he not like it.

In the cafeteria, teachers successively came over for dinner, passing by them, they would take a curious look.

Yingjiao put down the noodle bowl that had been eaten cleanly, without a drop of soup, and walked out of the canteen side by side with Jing Ci.

On the way back, Ying Jiao changed his previous rogue energy and became abnormally silent.

Jing Ci has always said little, and the two walked back silently all the way.

Until walked to the clothes drying yard——

Suddenly, Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ci's wrist and pulled him to the inside without any explanation.

Jing Ci was puzzled: "You..."

Before he could finish a sentence, Ying Jiao suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pressed him firmly against the wall, and kissed him without saying a word.

Large tracts of clothes and bed sheets to dry in the air drifted in the wind, and the figures of the two people were strictly covered.

The rapid, hot breathing is intertwined with the fierce heartbeat.

Teeth knocked on his lips, and the tips of his nose accidentally bumped together.

No one cares.

Ying Jiao rubbed Jing Ci into his arms and kissed him frantically.

This person is his, he thought.

His whole life, two lifetimes, and lifetimes are his.

No matter where he comes from and where he will eventually go, he will never let go.