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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Eighty Eight"

weight="142289"

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

mode = "manual"

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Jing Ci got out of bed and opened a bottle of mineral water, and took two mouthfuls.

Li Zhou is not in the dormitory and only has half a day of vacation a week, which he cherishes very much. At this moment, have gone to the video game city with sister to catch the doll, and even the toiletries were brought back by Jing Ci for him.

The cold water slid down his throat and into his stomach, arousing tremors, and successfully pulled Jing Ci out of the feeling of palpitation.

He leaned against the bed rail and stood by the bed, cold all over, and his fingertips trembling.

Last time, he only dreamed of a fragment of when he and Yingjiao were in college, but today, he almost dreamed of the whole process of the two people from realizing and communicating.

It is so clear and coherent, not like a dream, but more like another life.

Thinking of the scene of Yingjiao standing in the place where they said goodbye and waiting in the dream after he died, Jing Ci's heart felt like a needle stabbed, and it hurt so much.

He clenched his fist and forced himself to stay sensible.

Before that, Jing Ci had never doubted his identity, he was just a book wearer who accidentally penetrated into the world of novels.

But the dream just now made him realize that this is probably not the case.

He is probably not crossing, but...returning.

Jing Ci's pupils dilated slightly, he fell onto the bed, and held the Qinliang water bottle for a while. When his mood calmed down a little, he continued to deal with it.

In the novel, Qiao Anyan counterattacked after he was reborn, and a small red mole appeared on his ear, which was exactly the same as himself.

Now, although Qiao Anyan is reborn, he is still hovering at the bottom of his grade. His ears were clean and there was nothing.

Reminiscing about the words Qiao Anyan said in the dream, Jing Ci's chest rises and falls, and his breathing becomes rapid.

He didn't know how he got into another world, how he came back, or what was going on in that novel. But he can be sure that Qiao Anyan used some means to destroy his life, and even tried to replace it.

Jing Ci pressed his back against the wall and his eyes were red. Originally, he and Yingjiao should be a pair.

He came here not by accident, nor was it a joke from heaven, but by fate.

Suddenly Jing Ci wanted to win Pride very much, even if he read his news. He fumbled and took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Ying Jiao.

Something under the pillow shook, Jing Ci was slightly startled, and then he remembered that Yingjiao's mobile phone was with him.

He stretched out his hand to take out the phone, held it in his hand and rubbed it slowly.

It was already evening, there was no light in the bedroom, the light was a little dark, and the black mobile phone almost blended with the dimness.

Jing Ci held it, but felt inexplicably at ease.

This is something that Yingjiao uses every day, and it keeps his breath.

After calming down for a while, Jing Ci unlocked the phone, clicked on WeChat, and wanted to delete the message he had just sent. His gaze fell on the chat bar above, but he accidentally saw something related to himself in the last message of a group.

[He family, your uncle]: You are so beautiful every day, do you know that Brother Ci?

Although have been holding Yingjiao's mobile phone for several days, Jing Ci hasn't deliberately read it yet.

He couldn't help but clicked into the group and pulled down the chat history, wanting to see what He congee said.

Then, a world he never knew was slowly presented to him.

Jing Ci saw that every little thing about the improvement of their relationship, every bit he did for him, was flaunted by Yingjiao.

Between the lines, even though it was... owed, it made people feel his uncontrollable joy.

Has he always described himself this way in front of his best friends?

Jing Ci's cheeks are hot, enter his name in the search box, click one by one.

When he saw a certain place, his fingertips suddenly stopped.

It turned out that the party on the end of the month was not a regular class dinner he thought. But Yingjiao knew that he didn't want to go home, and deliberately initiated it for him.

The corners of Jing Ci's eyes were red, and he raised an arm to cover his face, but the corners of the lips that were exposed were cocked.

On the other side, in Yueweixuan's box, Yingjiao rejected the birthday cake he porridge handed over, picked up a bowl of sauerkraut and old duck soup, and drank it slowly.

Opposite him, Zheng Que said while gnawing spicy rabbit heads: "We also drank a few cans of the beer in the box. I don't know if we can return the rest."

Peng Chengcheng answered with a blank face: "It should be possible."

Ying Jiao turned his eyes to look at him: "If you can't finish drinking, why do you order so much?"

Having been with Jing Ci for a long time, he unknowingly got into the habit of Jing Ci.

"Don't mention it." He porridge couldn't help feeling happy when he thought that they almost had an oolong fight: "We thought you had broken up with Brother Ci, so we were going to give you some idioms."

Yingjiao's action paused, he couldn't listen to such words now.

Even if it is helpless, and there are no other reasons, he and Jing Ci are indeed separated, or he took the initiative to mention it.

The word "break up" hurts once when you hear it.

He put down the soup bowl and took a sip of beer with his eyes down: "Sick? It's okay, why should we divide it?"

"Then what seat did you change suddenly?" Zheng Que has been curious for the past few days. Now that he finally caught the opportunity, he immediately asked, "And you were cold and silent that night."

After he finished speaking, he was suddenly blessed to his soul: "No, Brother Jiao, are you quarreling with Brother Ci, so you learn to run away from home? Waiting for Brother Ci to coax you."

He congee choked with a mouthful of Gongbao Chicken and almost sprayed it on Peng Chengcheng's face.

Ying Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Can your play have as few scores as your test scores?"

He took another sip of beer and said lightly: "Before you speak, please look at the calluses on your right hand. If you are single, don't try to guess the interest between lovers, okay?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was so angry that he almost had a myocardial infarction. He sneered with his neck and said, "Hehe, you just have to be stiff. We don't know the specific situation anyway."

He conge nodded frantically: "Yes, that's the truth."

"That's great, applaud for you." Win arrogantly rolled up his sleeves, showing the couple bracelet on his wrist, smiling: "I need to remind you, why didn't you watch a movie this afternoon?"

Zheng Que choked and had nothing to say.

Winning arrogantly laughed, bowed his head and was about to continue eating, Peng Chengcheng suddenly said: "If you have something to do, please speak up, don't die."

He porridge was stunned: "Why do you die?"

Peng Chengcheng hesitated for a moment, but he said: "He asked me about online gambling the day before yesterday."

Right now, even Zheng Que, who had just received a crit attack, raised his head again: "Brother Jiao?"

"What do you want, can I do that? Just read the news and just ask." Ying Jiao picked up a chopsticks and put the pickled fish into the bowl, taking advantage of the opportunity to eat, lowered his eyes to cover his eyes. Coldly.

After rebirth, what Qiao Anyan didn't want was to fall into the same situation as in his previous life.

But gambling is one of the two most difficult things in the world to quit. The so-called nature is easy to change. Can Qiao Anyan really resist the temptation?

If Yingjiao curls his lips badly, let's try it.

Because had to go back to study in the evening at 7 o'clock, a few people did not arrange other programs after dinner. Ying Jiao went to the Cantonese restaurant next door to pack two salt-baked pigeons before heading to school.

Jing Ci is so thin these days, he needs to make up for it.

Fearing that the pigeon would be cold, he walked a little anxiously and accidentally tripped.

Behind him, He Congee said: "Brother Jiao, you are not drunk, are you? You can't drink enough."

No one can say that he can't, in all aspects.

Ying Jiao turned his head and glanced at him obliquely: "Why, I still know I like Jing Ci."

He porridge: "..."

He Conge took a deep breath, resisting the urge to hit someone, and gave him a word: "Go away!!!"

After arriving at school, Yingjiao wanted to go directly to the bedroom to find Jingci. But after looking at the time, he estimated that he should have been in the classroom by now, and he advanced into the class.

He guessed right, Jing Ci was sitting in a position reading a book, and he didn't even lift his head when he heard the movement.

Ying Jiao walked over and tapped his fingers on his desk: "I brought you food, come with me."

Suckling pigeons are not snacks, so it is not good to eat them directly in the classroom. Ying Jiao walked to the corner at the end of the corridor with Jing Ci, and then stopped. Open the lunch box and pass the chopsticks to him: "I know you have eaten at night, so I didn't buy more. Can you eat it?"

Because of that dream, Jing Ci's heart is still a bit sour right now. Now that he is fed like this, everything has become sweet.

Yingjiao even thinks about herself when she goes out to eat.

He took the chopsticks and said softly: "You can eat it."

"That's good, eat quickly, it should be fishy when it's cold."

Jing Ci nodded, holding a chopsticks pigeon. He didn't eat it directly, but first raised his head and asked Yingjiao: "Brother, do you either?"

Yingjiao was full and didn't want to eat any more, but when his eyes fell on his hands, he changed his mind.

There are two entrances in the teaching building. There is a connection to the main entrance, where students basically go in and out. The other is the place where Yingjiao and Jingci are now standing. Because the stairs are dim and narrow, and far from the toilet canteen, almost no one walks.

Ying Jiao glanced sideways in the direction of the stairs, and saw no one coming up, leaning lazily against the wall, and the rogue said, "Yes, but I don't want to do it."

Jing Ci met his smiling eyes and immediately understood what he meant.

He didn't refuse, but picked the one with the least bones from the box and sent it to Yingjiao's lips with red ears.

I did it, but Jing Ci was still a little uncomfortable, and he had nothing to say: "You guys, aren't you going to eat Sichuan food?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao lowered his head and quickly took the pigeon meat away, and said vaguely: "This is next to Yueweixuan, I stopped by."

Jing Ci was enthusiastic in his heart, and put a piece into his mouth.

Ying Jiao said that he was too lazy to do it, so Jing Ci really believed it. Seeing that he was almost finished eating, he lifted the lid of the packing box: "Brother, you vomit..."

Just when Ying Jiao raised his hand, the hands of the two immediately bumped into each other.

Yingjiao scolded in annoyance, and immediately took a step back, and said distressedly: "Is it too careless, does it hurt?"

Jing Ci didn't speak, he stared at his hand in a daze. After a long while, he raised his head suddenly: "It seems, it doesn't seem to hurt that much!"

There are no exams these days. It's definitely not because of schoolwork, that's because of feelings. The big stone in Yingjiao's heart fell to the ground, and it seemed that his guess was correct.

Did Jing Ci see something in his phone?

As he was thinking, Jing Ci suddenly came over and grabbed his hand excitedly: "Try again!"

Yingjiao quickly avoided: "Forget it, wait..."

"Brother," Jing Ci raised his eyes and looked at him pleadingly, and said softly: "Just a moment, let me try it, it really doesn't hurt so much."

Jing Ci is usually a little bit more obedient, and won't be able to stand winning arrogance, let alone acting like this.

He really couldn't refuse, and stretched out a hand: "Say it once and then once."

Jing Ci nodded immediately and buckled it up impatiently.

That's right, if the two people touched before, the pain is like cutting meat with a knife. Now it was like falling down and scratching the skin, completely tolerable.

Jing Ci's eyes were bright, and he was a little incoherent happily: "It's real brother, really!"

"I know." Although he said so, Yingjiao still didn't dare to touch him. It is really a lot of knowledge before Jingci, so he has to be cautious. And even a little bit, Yingjiao didn't want him to hurt.

He shook his hand: "Let go first, if you don't listen to me..."

Before Ying Jiao finished his sentence, a familiar male voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Win, proud, Jing, resign."

Teacher Liu came up and stared at the clasped hands of the two without blinking, and a huge wave rose in his heart: "What are you doing?"

He parked his bicycle near the small door today and came up from here. Who knew that as soon as they stepped on the third floor, they ran into this scene where two people were holding hands.

If it were in the past, Teacher Liu would not think too much. But since seeing Qiao Anyan's love letter to Yingjiao last semester, he has realized that sometimes boys and boys also need attention.

What's more, the two people are not simply holding hands, but clasping their fingers together where no one is, which is really too ambiguous.

The two of them were startled, and turned their heads at the same time, facing the eyes of Teacher Liu brewing the storm.

Jing Ci's heart was beating wildly, and his body was a little stiff. At the critical moment, he had no time to think about it, and he subconsciously stood in front of Ying Jiao: "Teacher, I..."

"Teacher," Ying Jiao gently broke away his hand and interrupted him: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Teacher Liu's brain buzzed and became a mess. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked with a black face, "Where are you wrong?"

Yingjiao's complexion remained unchanged, and the expression on his face was extremely natural. He sighed and said: "I should study hard and keep my feet on the ground, instead of being poisoned by feudal superstitions, and put the hope of improving my next exam results on the spirit of learning spirit. On the left side of the door."

Teacher Liu:"……"