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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Eighty Four"

weight="142279"

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

mode = "manual"

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When he felt uncomfortable at the beginning, Jing Ci thought he was tired during the training camp. He didn't take it seriously, thinking that he would recover after going back to sleep well, until Ying Jiao held his hand under the table.

A sharp pain came out from the place where the two people's skin touched, and it spread all over the body in an instant. Jing Ci shuddered in pain, and subconsciously broke free.

The pain suddenly disappeared.

"Don't lead?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and turned his head: "Leaving for half a month...what's wrong with you?!"

Ying Jiao looked at his pale face in astonishment, stretched out his hand to feel it on his forehead, and said worriedly: "Did you have a cold? Where is it uncomfortable? Tell me."

There was another pain in the place he touched, and it was as clear as to remind him that this was not an illusion.

It's true, it's not wrong, he will hurt if he wins the arrogant touch.

Jing Ci's fingertips trembled, and a storm surged in his heart.

Why is this happening?

Obviously, when he went upstairs, he still did a good job, and Yingjiao even took his shoulders. Why did it suddenly become like this?

Ying Jiao saw him silent for a while, and shook his hand hard, trying to call his attention: "Speak."

"I..." Jing Ci stubbornly endured the ever-increasing pain, not letting Ying Jiao see the slightest strangeness, gritted his teeth and said: "It's okay, it's just..." It hurts so much that he had to stop and take a breath. Continued: "Just a little tired, just take a rest."

Winning arrogance and frowning, always feel that something is wrong.

Jingci is not a sweaty physique, but at this moment, the palm of the hand he is holding is wet, full of sweat, not much like exhaustion.

But he didn't think deeply, after all, Jing Ci had been doing well before.

Maybe it's too tired and sweating?

Ying Jiao let go of him, and asked softly, "Then you sleep on your stomach for a while? If you feel wrong, call me, don't hold on, you know?"

Jing Ci nodded indiscriminately.

The body is getting more and more uncomfortable, the heartbeat is fast, and the chest is tight and almost out of breath.

It's like a headache before...

Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up, raising his foot to walk outside.

Qiao Anyan!

The person who can cause this abnormal phenomenon in him must be Qiao Anyan!

"Where to go?" Yingjiao was worried about him, and then stood up: "I'll be with you."

"No." Jing Ci took a deep breath and tried to let himself turn around naturally: "I'll find the teacher, and I will say hello to him when I come back."

"You do the problem well, I'm fine."

He said that was reasonable and reasonable, and Yingjiao had no doubts, watched him walk out of the classroom, and then sat down again.

Jing Ci didn't go to the office, he went straight to the top of the stairs as soon as he left the house.

It will be uncomfortable to be with Yingjiao, and it will be painful for Yingjiao to touch him. If this continues, how can they continue?

Jing Ci's heart fell straight down, climbed up to the fourth floor in three steps in two steps, and went straight to Class 11.

He must figure out what is going on.

Coincidentally, as soon as he reached Class 10, he ran into the oncoming Qiao Anyan.

He seemed to be in a hurry, he walked in a hurry.

"Let..." Qiao Anyan raised his eyes, the expression on his face instantly changed from impatience to deep hatred: "Disgusting."

"The most disgusting person is you." Jing Ci's brain is running fast, trying to get the topic to quote Qiao Anyan's words: "At Christmas, did you send a love letter to Yingjiao?"

How could he know this?

Qiao Anyan was annoyed and hated, and there was also a shame that the joke was seen by his opponent.

He stared at Jing Ci fiercely, and almost lost his sense of anger into anger: "So what? It's your shit! Thinking that Yingjiao tied you a shoelace is to see you? Make your mother's dream!"

He seemed to persuade himself, and he seemed to be stimulating Jingci: "Tell you! Even if Yingjiao doesn't accept me, you will be fine!"

After speaking, he pushed Jing Ci hard, bypassed him and went downstairs.

Jing Ci didn't stop him, because he suddenly discovered one thing: This time he saw Qiao Anyan, he won't have a headache anymore.

Was it the reason why I entered the national reserve team?

As soon as this idea flashed through his mind, he denied it.

No, if this is the case, he won't have the current problem.

why?

By the way, tie your shoes!

Prior to this, Qiao Anyan's influence on him had been very small. But after Qiao Anyan saw Yingjiao tying his shoes, he suddenly couldn't come into contact with Yingjiao, and he would no longer have a headache.

Does this mean that Qiao Anyan accidentally used his traits that could affect him in the end, turning it into an obstacle between himself and Yingjiao?

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in a daze. For a long time, he suddenly leaned on the wall as if he was relieved.

He has never been afraid of Qiao Anyan's malicious targeting, anyway, as long as he gets better and better, one day he will not be affected. But now, he was suddenly scared.

How to explain to Yingjiao?

It's okay to make excuses not to let him touch it a day or two, but how about a month or two months, or even a few years?

They are in a relationship, how could it be possible that they have no physical contact at all.

The lights in the corridor shone on his face, making his face pale. People kept passing by, and occasionally gave him a curious glance. Jing Ci stood there without knowing it, feeling panic.

I don't know how long it took, until both legs began to numb, Jing Ci came back to his senses, turned around and went downstairs step by step.

He walked slowly, as if he was carrying something heavy on his back.

It only took ten minutes for a short distance of one floor.

Before pushing open the door of the classroom, Jing Ci rubbed a little blood on his face vigorously.

He wants to be with Yingjiao, no one can stop him, neither can the protagonist of this world.

But it hurts a little, and feels a little bit more uncomfortable. He can bear it the best. Endure it, wait until you get used to it.

Jing Ci did a good job. Even Li Zhou, who lives with him, didn't notice anything unusual, but Yingjiao still noticed it.

"Jingci," by the flowerbed of the teaching building, where he confessed to him, Yingjiao called his full name for the first time: "Does it hurt if I touch you?"

No matter how well Jing Ci conceals it, there are some conditioned reflexes that can't be covered.

Yingjiao's heart is almost hanging on him, how could it not be noticed.

How many times did you touch him before you noticed it?

I can't remember or count it, how painful Jing Ci should be, only to keep his face pale.

Yingjiao's heart is throbbing, and he can't wait to chop off his hand.

He closed his eyes and had a show directly with Jing Ci: "Is it because you are not from this world, or is it because of Qiao Anyan?"

Jing Ci's brain buzzed, and instantly went blank.

He couldn't help taking a step back, until his back touched the hard wall, he found a little real feeling.

"You..." He clenched his fist, forcing himself to calm down: "How would you know?"

Will he... be afraid of himself?

"Is it stupid?" Seeing what he was thinking, Ying Jiao smiled helplessly. He wanted to hug him and touch his head. He raised his hand, but let it go again: "I knew it the first day. You are so different from him."

"Remember the letter of guarantee I asked you to write? It was to confirm your handwriting. Also, deliberately pointing you to the wrong seat and stalking you vigorously are all trying to test you."

"Afraid of what you do?"

Ying Jiaoguang looked at him tenderly: "I am grateful that you are too late for coming to me."

Jing Ci's eyes quickly turned red, and he choked out, "Brother..."

"Can you tell me your history now?"

Jing Ci nodded. He wanted to start with the book that appeared in his mobile phone inexplicably, but opened his mouth, only to find that no sound could be heard.

It's not that don't want to, but can't. The rules of this world are preventing him.

There was sweat on his anxious forehead, but he still couldn't squeeze a word.

When Yingjiao saw this, he instantly guessed the reason: "Can't tell? It doesn't matter, then for me, just answer it. If you can't speak, just nod or shake your head instead."

Yingjiao quickly arranged his thoughts and asked: "You will hurt if I touch you, right?"

Jing Ci hesitated and nodded.

"It's related to Qiao Anyan?"

Jing Ci nodded again.

"He..." Ying Jiao lowered his eyelids, covering the indifference and hostility in his eyes: "Does it still have a big impact on you now?"

"It's gone." Jing Ci understood what Yingjiao meant: "He was the cause, but the current situation is not under his control."

Ying Jiao slowly suppressed the urge to immediately go to Class 11 to kill Qiao Anyan, and then asked: "You are uncomfortable these days, is it because you stayed with me, or," He paused before continuing: " Because of our relationship?"

"Don't lie to me," Ying Jiao looked into his eyes: "You can't hide from me."

Jing Ci's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and after a long while, he said with difficulty: "Our relationship."

The short five words, like a knife, slammed into Ying Jiao's heart.

He squeezed his fist restrainedly and continued to ask: "This situation... is the same as the headache back then. As long as you get better and better, will it gradually disappear?"

"Yes," Jing Ci's eyes were red and there was a tremor in his voice. He raised his eyes to look at Ying Jiao, and said with difficulty: "But I don't know how long it will take..."

As soon as the voice fell, he hurriedly added: "Brother, don't worry, I will work hard in the competition, and I will not fall in the school exam. You and you wait for me."

Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci blankly, his heart was sour and soft.

He must be very uncomfortable now, but he is holding back and comforting himself in turn.

How could Jing Ci be so attractive.

"So you want me to touch it?" Ying Jiao was bitter, he pretended to easily roll up his sleeves, revealing the black bracelet on his wrist: "I was tied up by you, who are you waiting for?"

"What did I say to you on my birthday? Don't you take my words to your ears?"

Jing Ci shook his head.

"Then repeat it to me."

"We..." Jing Ci's heart gradually settled down: "We will never change."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Yingjiao tried to tease him: "Isn't it just that I can't touch you? How big is it? Isn't someone still a virgin at 30 years old?"

Jing Ci couldn't help laughing.

Ying Jiao put down his sleeves, and his voice was a bit lower than usual: "Make a note, will you use me to remind you next time?"

"No need."

The bitter cold wind blew by, and under the dim street lamp, a section of withered branches was blown off with a snap, and fell straight down.

"Speaking of which, today is the 19th." Ying Jiao suddenly said: "Honey, happy birthday."

Jing Ci was startled, it turned out that he really guessed everything.

"Last time I ate longevity noodles, I will eat birthday cake this time." Ying Jiao sighed softly: "I was hiding in your table hole and wanted to give you a surprise. Now I will tell you in advance."

Somehow, Jing Ci suddenly had a bad feeling.

He fixedly looked at Yingjiao and insisted: "Let's eat together."

Ying Jiao shook his head: "There is a bag of candles in the cake bag, remember to light one to make a wish, and go to Zheng Que for a lighter."

"We..." Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then his voice was a little dumb when he spoke: "Parting for now, you..."

"I don't distinguish!" Jing Ci interrupted him as if he couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth, and insisted stubbornly: "Brother, I don't distinguish."

His lips trembled and his voice had a strong nasal sound, eagerly trying to prove it to Ying Jiao: "I'm not uncomfortable, really. I'm not uncomfortable at all, I can bear it."

As he spoke, tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

Jing Ci didn't want to be like this in front of Yingjiao, embarrassed and ugly, but he couldn't help it.

He tilted his head and wiped his eyes vigorously: "Brother, don't you want to go with me?"

Yingjiao's eyes turned red and almost exploded distressedly: "Don't cry."

He raised and lowered his hand, but he didn't dare to touch Jingci. Finally, he hammered hard on the wall and said dumbly: "Baby, talk about conscience. It's not easy for me to chase you."

"But……"

Ying Jiao's eyes were red: "Be obedient, don't let me look at you uncomfortably."

Suddenly Jing Ci was speechless.

He couldn't remember what else he said that day.Only remember that at the end, he desperately grabbed the front of Yingjiao's clothes and kissed him on the lips.

It hurts, both physically and psychologically.

He never thought that they would separate one day, even temporarily.

I never thought that the first time I took the initiative to kiss him would be when they separated.

The author has something to say: Although separated, but sugar.The two talked about it, and there was no concealment between them, which was a leap in the relationship.