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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Seventy"

weight="142214"

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

mode = "manual"

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Why is it him again!

Feng Mao looked at Ying Jiao angrily. First he didn't wear school uniforms, and then he disturbed the discipline of the examination room. Now he broke the door of the teaching building! Every time is too much!

Don't look at only the broken glass door, but it's bigger, this tells the government leader in an unclear way, is it because he didn't make the preparations?

Destroying school assets is not a trivial matter like before.

This time must teach him a lesson, so that he doesn't know the sky and the earth!

However, although Feng Mao was very angry at this moment, he did not forget the background of winning the pride. He barely suppressed the fire in his heart, and asked: "Such a thick glass door...how did you get it?"

Yingjiao's expression remained unchanged: "I accidentally bumped into it."

If it were not for the image, Feng Mao would yell and fart on the spot!

Is the school's glass door shattered at the touch of a touch? Who are you fooling?

Lie and deceive the teacher, he was right. Sooner or later, this student is the material of the prison!

"You tell me the truth!" Feng Mao took two steps forward, looking at the crack, then at Yingjiao, and roared: "Did you fight in front of the building? I'm on the school summary every Monday. How many times have I said, "Don't do this, don't do this! Take my words to your ears, right?"

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and lazily said, "No."

"No?!" Feng Mao asked with a sneer, reaching out to drag Yingjiao toward the door: "Then how did you touch it just now? Show me another one!"

Ying Jiao turned sideways slightly to avoid his hand, his face instantly became cold.

Feng Mao was mobilizing people to clean up and promote the teacher this morning. He wants to know that there are no small people who came to the school today. The door of the upper teaching building was smashed. Feng Mao, who is so serious about formalism, would definitely not take it lightly.

Ying Jiao didn't want Jing Ci to deal with Feng Mao. He did not forget that Feng Mao was in the office last time, in front of all the teachers in the second year of high school, saying that Jing Ci was not good at character.

So even if you know Yi Jingci's current results, you will probably not be punished in the end, but as long as you think that he will be despised and embarrassed by Feng Mao, you won't be able to bear it.

After all, Jing Ci was involved in this matter. He wanted to be forbearing and passed away, but Feng Mao is now... wanting to do something with him?

Ying Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then took his right hand out of his pocket.

Yingjiao's height is 188, Xu is the reason for special training. He is thin and thin, but his figure is not as thin as an ordinary growing-up teenager. The muscles on the body are beautiful and smooth, and there is a temperament between young and mature.

Seeing that he moved, Feng Mao immediately remembered that he had beaten the teacher, and instinctively took two steps back.

After the reaction, he was frightened by a student, and Feng Mao was furious at the moment: "Okay, don't tell the truth, then tell me in front of your class teacher!"

Ying Jiao laughed mockingly, looked back at Jing Ci, and saw that he stood there obediently without moving, and then he followed Feng Mao's footsteps with confidence.

The two had just walked up the steps on the first floor, and suddenly a familiar voice came from behind: "Teacher, wait a minute."

The bruise on Jing Ci's forehead was a lot bigger than just now, but he didn't seem to know the pain, and there was no pain on his face. He calmly said, "I broke the glass door."

When Yingjiao talked to him, he had actually walked out of the illusion, but his mind was still a little confused for a while.

After so long, it was enough for him to remember what had just happened.

The door was originally smashed by him, and he couldn't let Yingjiao help him.

Although knowing that Yingjiao is not afraid of Feng Mao and can handle this matter, Jingci is reluctant to bear it.

Feng Mao just patronized the jump, and didn't notice Jing Ci at all. Hearing what he said now, and seeing the big bag on his head, he immediately believed by five points.

Didn’t you say you didn’t fight? How could it be like this if you didn't fight!

Feng Mao looked at Jing Ci coldly, his impression of this student was not good at first. What if you can lie to the teacher with your friends, even if you join the training team? There will always be times when he suffers a big loss in the future.

Besides, these two people are playing him like a fool? It was this one for a while, and the other one for a while. How does it seem that their classmates are deeply affectionate?

"Jingci, right? The teacher knows you." Feng Mao smiled, coldly and enthusiastically: "I'm so happy with good grades this time? Then you can't ignore the school rules."

Ying Jiao's eyes slammed, just about to say something, a kind voice sounded in his ear: "What's wrong with this?"

The headmaster walked downstairs with his hands behind his back and smiled, followed by a huge He porridge behind him.

Yingjiao only said on WeChat to let him come down to meet the scene, but did not say what happened.

He Chou looked at the principal, and then at Feng Mao. Standing at the junction of the two flights of stairs, he didn't dare to continue going down.

The principal looked at Xiang Jingci: "Jingci..."

His gaze fell on Jing Ci's forehead, and his voice immediately became anxious: "What's wrong?"

Could it be that the head was beaten again? !

Before Jing Ci could answer, Feng Mao told him about smashing the glass door. At the end, I added another sentence: "Leaders are coming right away, the principal, you said this is a mess... Hey, I don't know how many times I have emphasized it in the morning meeting. No squabbling in front of the building is allowed. The students never listen. No, even Jing Ci is no exception."

However, the principal's focus was not at all on the broken glass door. He asked Jing Ci in a worried tone, "Teacher sees that you have a serious collision. Do you need to go to the school infirmary to get some medicine?"

Jing Ci was startled, unexpectedly the principal's attitude would be so good. He reached out and touched the big bag on his forehead, and said with some embarrassment: "No, thank you teacher, it will be fine in a few days."

Feng Mao, who secretly put eye drops on Jingci: "..."

After confirming that Jing Ci was really undamaged, the principal's focus finally came back: "The door is broken and the door is broken. Don't be afraid. When everyone is not careful, what a big deal."

He raised his hand to look at the time, and said kindly: "It's about to take a lunch break, you go back to sleep. There is no psychological burden, the door should have been changed."

Feng Mao: "..."

The teaching building of their school was newly built, and the door has only been installed for a few years, so why didn't he know that he had to replace it? !

Jing Ci was still a little guilty, and only after humming his voice did he go upstairs with Ying Jiao He porridge.

"Principal." After the two left, Feng Mao said dissatisfied: "The leader will come over later, what should I do if I see the door?"

The principal said with a smile: "Don't worry, the leaders are not here to come to see the door. It really doesn't work. When you enter the door, stand by the side and block."

Feng Mao: "..."

The headmaster's gaze fell on the crack, and he was secretly puzzled. This door is arguably strong enough, how did Jing Ci knock it out of a crack?

Is it really a player who can enter the national training team? Brain attacks are very powerful.

In the teacher's toilet on the third floor, Ying Jiao ignored He porridge next to him, and reached out his hand to lift the hair on Jing Ci's forehead: "Don't move, let me see."

Jing Ci's impact was very strong, and the bag on his forehead was already the size of an egg.

Ying Jiao bowed his head and blew him twice, and the more he watched, the more distressed he became: "I just didn't have time to ask you, what happened to you then?"

"It's okay," Jing Ci lowered his eyes and whispered softly, "The door was wiped so cleanly, I ran into it without paying attention."

Ying Jiao looked at his drooping eyelashes and knew that he was not telling the truth. But He congee here, he was inconvenient to ask too carefully, and then gave him a few blows, and said: "I said I did it, why are you standing up for it?"

"I was the one who hit it," Jing Ci remembered the scene where Ying Jiao stood in front of him, still feeling his chest rise: "And how can I let you back the pot."

Although he didn't say it clearly, Yingjiao still understood his subtext.

Ying Jiao felt soft and wanted to rub him into his arms, but was afraid of touching his wounds. I could only hold back and leaned forward and said softly, "Afraid of me being punished?"

He congee on the side can't listen anymore, he said blankly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Can I have a sense of existence in front of you for a hundred kilograms?"

After Jing Ci was in a daze, he remembered that not only were the two of them in the toilet, but his face instantly blushed.

Ying Jiao glanced at He Congee, and said lightly: "Isn't the lemon sour?"

He porridge nodded instinctively and replied, "Sour."

"Then why are you still not leaving?"

He Zong was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what he meant, and he was so angry that he almost died with him.

Who made him come downstairs just now? ! Damn, tear down the bridge when you cross the river!

He porridge slammed the door cursingly and left.

Ying Jiao locked the toilet door and looked back at Jing Ci: "Okay, now we are the two."

Jing Ci's face was a little unnatural, but he didn't stop Ying Jiao.

"I asked you just now, you haven't answered yet." Ying Jiao looked down at him, and then asked, "Afraid of me being punished?"

Jing Ci nodded.

"Then you're not afraid that things like Jingshen hitting the glass door will spread out and be laughed at?"

Jing Ci's expression didn't change a bit: "It doesn't matter."

Yingjiao was about to explode by his teasing, and stretched out his hand to hug him unbearably.

Jing Ci tilted his head instinctively.

Ying Jiao chuckles: "Don't worry, as long as you don't desperately drill into my arms, you won't be able to touch your forehead."

Jing Ci flushed his cheeks and ignored him.

After a while, he slowly and slowly stretched out his hand to grab Yingjiao's back, and leaned his face on his shoulder.

Ying Jiao was taken aback, and immediately raised his lips uncontrollably, holding Jing Ci tighter.

After the lunch break, Ying Jiao went out. When came back, had a few more ice packs in hand.

"Raise your face a little bit." Ying Jiao picked up an ice pack and turned to Jing Ci.

Jing Ci asked him, "Is this sold in the school?"

"No, I'm an errand agent." Yingjiao carefully put an ice pack on Jing Ci's forehead, pressing one hand to prevent it from falling off: "Does it hurt?"

Jing Ci shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Yingjiao knew that even though he was in pain, he would not show up like others, so he could only try to make his movements lighter.

Fortunately, Jing Ci's injury just looks scary, but it's not serious in fact.

The performance of the head is not dizzy, and the swelling has not expanded, which makes Yingjiao relieved a lot.

In the afternoon, government leaders came to the province on time for experiments.

After visiting a circle of schools and discussing with the principal about the reward plan for Jingci, a leader proposed to see Jingci.

They have all seen the photos, after all, there are all over the Internet. The children are so good-looking, can't help but want to see what a real person is like.

The principal thought of the big bag on Jing Ci's forehead and couldn't bear to toss him. In addition, he was hurt so badly that he thought he was bullied on campus, so he randomly found an excuse to stop him.

As a result, didn't like Jing Ci on this occasion very much, so escaped accidentally.

Jing Ci originally thought that seeing the scene when the original body died this time was just an accident. But he soon discovered that this was not the case, because from this day on, he began to intermittently accept the memory of the original owner——

He saw the little boy with yellow hair sitting alone on Jing's sofa. Trying to put on an unruly look, but still couldn't help but secretly look at the happy family of three.

He saw him lying on the bed, using the same writing habits as himself, writing the name of Yingjiao over and over again, with a stubborn and firm expression on his face.

He saw him nodding and bowing, trying his best to please the people around Yingjiao, just to have a chance to get close to Yingjiao.

He also saw that he was urged by others and rushed over to find Qiao Anyan to settle accounts. I thought I had beaten Qiao Anyan and felt complacent, but I forgot the scars all over my body.

I don’t know if it’s because I watched too much or something else. Jing Ci gradually began to empathize with the original body, and even... there was an illusion that this was actually what he had experienced.

Jing Ci will inevitably be affected.

When he first established a relationship with Yingjiao, even if he liked it so much, he never took the initiative.

Later, the two got close a lot, and occasionally he would reluctantly say a few love words shyly, but this was the limit.

It would be absolutely impossible if he was asked to rush to win the arrogance and act like a coquettish, or take the initiative to make a request.

But now

The first part of the evening self-study class ended, Jing Ci and Ying Jiao still went to the flower bed next to the teaching building.

Now it has almost become their secret love base.

After surreptitiously warming up for a while, presumably it was almost time for class, Ying Jiao reluctantly let go of Jing Ci: "Go back."

Jing Ci didn't speak. When Ying Jiao was holding his hand and wanted to move forward, he suddenly stopped him: "Ying Jiao?"

Ying Jiao tilted his head and looked at him with a smile: "Huh?"

Jing Ci's ears were blushing, his eyes hung down, and his lips were opened and closed for a long time before he spit out a sentence stiffly: "You...can't you go back tonight?"

I don't know why, even if he looks at Ying Jiao and walks beside him, Jing Ci still misses him very much.

It was as if he had missed him for so many years before finally came to him with great pains. As long as don't see him for a moment, feel a little panic in heart.

Ying Jiao turned around suddenly and looked at Jing Ci in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Jing Ci...Are you acting like a baby with him?

Jing Ci's cheeks were hot and his head was about to smoke. He took a deep breath and whispered: "You...you stay in the house..."

Before he could finish a sentence, Ying Jiao held the back of his head and blocked his lips severely.

After the kiss, Ying Jiao let go of him, and said dumbly: "Baby, I won't go back tonight, can I take you to a place?"

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him, still panting, "Where, where?"

Ying Jiao gently stroked the back of his neck, and asked instead: "You said first you are going or not?"

Jing Ci nodded.

Ying Jiao chuckles: "Are you not afraid that I will sell you?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm not afraid."

"Then you are wrong, you are really going to be sold this time."

Jing Ci raised his eyes in amazement.

Ying Jiao bowed his head and kissed him on the lips, and said in a low voice, "Sell it to your husband's bed for a night tour."

The author has something to say: The sorrow on Brother Jiao began to leak uncontrollably...