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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Ninety Four"

weight="142306"

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

mode = "manual"

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The two of them were precise in their time. When they returned to the classroom, there were ten minutes left to study in the evening.

Jing Ci received a warm welcome as soon as he walked in. Some people had a good relationship with him, and even took out a few photos of him with his mobile phone.

It's not that people are crazy, but Jing Ci is almost a legend in the student world of Donghai Province after joining the national team. Since the announcement of the list at noon yesterday, the news about him on the Internet has not stopped.

The students in Class 7 all have a feeling of being proud-this person who has been in the newspaper and posted on the whole network is my classmate/friend/front desk/back desk.

It's similar to getting acquainted with a celebrity. Of course, you need to keep a few more photos, and will talk to others later. Otherwise, when you graduate from high school, everyone will be separated, and it will be a question of whether you can meet again.

Although Ying Jiao felt uncomfortable, Jingci was surrounded by a bunch of people and stared scorchingly, but he wanted Jingci to enjoy this feeling of being worshipped, so he abruptly held back it.

It wasn't until Wu Weicheng held a few people who didn't wince and insisted on lifting Jing Ci up, and then Ying Jiao pushed him to the side with a cold face: "What are you kidding me, Old Liu is here."

Wu Weicheng is a true straight steel man. Hearing this, he said with a firm face: "It's okay, Brother Pride, I'm not afraid!"

Yingjiao smiled and looked at him: "Oh, then are you afraid of being beaten by me?"

Wu Weicheng was startled. He didn't understand where he had provoke the school bully again. He shrank his shoulders and slid away. Then Jing Ci was able to return to his seat.

Yingjiao threw the remaining box of mango pancakes to He porridge behind him, sat down in Li Zhou's seat, and said with a grin, "Give them a face."

He congee doesn't pay attention to the thief, and doesn't understand the truth of cannibalism. While sharing the pancakes with Peng Chengcheng and Zheng Que, he gloats at the same time: "Some people look glamorous on the surface, but in fact the old vinegars fly wild behind them. "

Ying Jiao glanced at him and said lightly: "For the sake of your mother's solo, you are right."

He porridge: "..."

He porridge stuffed the whole mango pancake into his mouth, chewed and sneered: "I love being single, what's the matter."

"It's okay." Ying Jiao lazily propped his chin and curled his lips: "Come on, I will stick to my hobby for ten or twenty years. Keep your personality."

He porridge: "..."

How old was he at that time, is this cursing him for a lifetime? !

He porridge was so angry that he took out the remaining panji and threw a box at him: "Shut up, you!"

Ying Jiao caught it lightly and slid it into the trash bag, not gagging with him anymore. Instead, he turned to Jing Ci and said softly: "Don't come to school these two days. After so long tired, take a vacation and rest?"

During the first round of selection, Jing Ci lost a lot of weight and has never grown back. This time even more, the chin is sharp. The international competition is in July, and Yingjiao knows that he has a tight schedule and heavy tasks, but still can't help but feel sorry for him.

Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.

"Not much, just a few days." Upon seeing this, Ying Jiao persuaded: "Get a good night's sleep and make up for what you lacked before, otherwise your body won't be able to stand it."

Jing Ci is indeed not in a good state now, physically and mentally exhausted. He thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Then please two days."

Winning arrogance was startled and laughed: "Okay."

Seeing Jingci's posture, those who didn't know thought he was going to invite him for twenty days.

Before ringing the bell, the students in Class 7 were chatting and looking at their mobile phones. Ying Jiao looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, and whispered: "Follow me home tonight?"

Jing Ci didn't agree immediately. He struggled for a while, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I will stay in the dormitory."

Although Yingjiao touched him now, he only had a slight pain. When Ke Yingjiao gets along with him, he still pays great attention. Except for the kiss at the side of the flower bed, the two had no other contact.

There is only one bed in the house, he went, where is Yingjiao Sleeping?

Seeing what he was thinking, Ying Jiao tapped his forehead lightly with a pen: "The sofa is so wide, I can't sleep under me?" Afraid Jingci still disagrees, he raised his eyebrows like a smile and said with a smile: "What's the matter? Jingshen, dislike your ex-boyfriend?"

He has always been obedient to Yingjiao, and he can endure the bashful cooperation of his words. He frowned, "Brother, don't talk nonsense."

Ying Jiao felt soft and apologized to him: "I was wrong, and my brain was forced."

Jingci looked down: "It's okay."

What Yingjiao said was right, but he just didn't like to listen.

"Will you go then?" Ying Jiao leaned closer and said softly: "Actually, there are so many houses, and there are several rooms, but I just want to stay with you."

Jing Ci couldn't stand Yingjiao talking to him in such a low voice. Before his brain could react, he automatically agreed: "Okay."

Ying arrogantly smiled, without saying more, got up and gave up the position to Li Zhou.

They discussed it well, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

When studying in the evening, Teacher Liu came to Jing Ci and told Jing Ci that he needed to take a few photos with the school leader tomorrow, and then he had to accept a few short interviews to make him mentally prepared.

It is now the end of March, and June is the senior high school entrance examination, and the enrollment publicity should almost be prepared. In previous years, the provincial experiments used all the college entrance examination data. The teachers at the admissions office were tired of doing it, and the parents were tired of watching it.

But this year is different. Jingci is a living sign, not a waste of resources.

Teacher Liu said so, but Jing Ci didn't say what he wanted to ask for leave. The school treated him well and helped him a lot in all aspects. Therefore, he is willing to cooperate with the school's arrangements as far as he can.

However, after Yingjiao found out, he almost didn't rush out to find Teacher Liu, and was stopped by Jing Ci.

Therefore, after the training camp, Jing Ci fell into a new round of busyness.

Not to mention taking photos with various people every day, and different forms of interviews also followed. In Zheng Que's words: "My Ci brother is now in our province, and it is no different from celebrities."

And just when Jing Ci had made a lot of achievements and attracted the attention of thousands of people, Qiao Anyan once again embarked on the old path of his previous life.

When he first came into contact with online gambling, he always reminded himself that it is not easy to do it again, and he must not repeat the same mistakes in this life.

After only winning a few times, Qiao Anyan gradually lost his vigilance. Anyway, the money in my hand is all for nothing. If you win, you make it. If you lose, it doesn’t hurt. It’s okay to play a few more and enjoy yourself.

But how could he be so sensible? In the end, not only the money he won at the beginning was gone, he also borrowed an online loan in order to make money for gambling.

Anyone with a little brain will not touch things like online loans. But Qiao Anyan had already lost his eyes and couldn't care about so much, that the more money he owed...

Although he has lived for two lifetimes, his sense of responsibility has not been practiced. Looking at the debts on the screen of the mobile phone, and listening to the threat of debt collection, he left everything and ran away.

So, after Jing Ci entered the national team, Qiao Anyan created a big news for the provincial experiment.

"Fuck! He really gambled!" Zheng Que turned to Peng Chengcheng in disbelief: "Old Peng, you're awesome!"

Peng Chengcheng raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Everyone can guess."

Zheng Que who is not human: "..."

Zheng Que is not thinking about fighting with him now. He is full of gossip fires burning all over his body: "I don't understand. At that time, he won so many, why didn't he know how to stop?"

Ying Jiao sneered next to him, how could someone like Qiao Anyan who could not help but know how to stop.

He really didn't do anything, just found someone to tell him how much money he won several times. Who knows that such a straight hook can catch a big fish.

"Are you gambled?" He porridge said while eating spicy strips: "What kind of mobile phone chairman in China, didn't he lose 10 billion in Macau?"

"It's amazing." Zheng Que grabbed a hot strip from him and sighed: "I don't understand their gamblers' thinking very well."

After two days of heated discussion about Qiao Anyan's affairs in school, it gradually disappeared.

The end of the month is about to be vacationed, and this time it was Ching Ming Festival, which lasted three days in total. Everyone was thinking about going home, they were all unfamiliar with him. At most, they sighed a few words and left the matter behind.

In the evening, Ying Jiao finally brought Jing Ci home.

"Wait for a bath and then go to bed, don't read books." Ying Jiao sat on the sofa, looking at his thin face, dissatisfied: "How can our school teachers force so many things? You will be exhausted without seeing you. What's up?"

"It's okay." Jing Ci put his schoolbag aside properly, comforting Yingjiao: "Just take a few photos, put on a pose, don't worry, brother."

Photo? Suddenly, Ying Jiao felt like he had something to say.

"Baby," Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes and moved to Jing Ci: "Don't you want my nude photos? I'll get them for you?"

Obviously it was a photo from when he was a child, so he wanted to say so ambiguously.

Jing Ci had a fever on his face, he lowered his head to hide it, but couldn't help but look forward to it.

Little win arrogance.

It might be a bit fatter than it is now, maybe it's still chubby. But his features are so good-looking, even so, he must be the best-looking little boy.

When he thought of this, Jing Ci's heart suddenly became soft like cotton. He nodded and urged in a low voice: "Then, then you hurry up."

Yingjiao didn't intend to bully him, but he was itchy in his heart like this. He licked his lower lip and said in a low voice: "If you come, you have to go. After you see mine, do you have to let me see you too?"

Jing Ci is a simple child, and he honestly said: "I don't have a picture of when I was a kid."

"Who wants to see that?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows, and in Jing Ci's puzzled eyes, he blew a sigh into his ears: "There are no nude photos, and live-action versions are fine."

Jing Ci's face flushed suddenly.

"Baby," Yingjiao approached him and asked, "Can you do it?"

Jing Ci's heartbeat was fast, and his mouth was a little dry. Rao has been well with Yingjiao for so long, and he is still a little unaccustomed to his yellow accent.

But he feels too distressed about Winning Pride. He wants to make Winning Pride happy, no matter what method he uses, as long as he can do it.

Jing Ci didn't dare to raise his eyes, he forcibly resisted the shame in his heart, and said in an inaudible manner: "Okay."

The more obedient he is, the more he wants to make things worse.

"Then tonight..." Ying Jiao breathed heavily, and demanded in an inch, "Will you do it for me?"

Jing Ci's neck was red now, and he hung his head for a long while before responding in a low voice: "Okay.

In fact, Yingjiao wanted to tease him, who knew he really agreed.

Don't waste the benefits you picked up. Ying Jiao stood up and left a sentence: "I'm going to find the photo." Then he strode into the study.

When he was young, his mother took many pictures of him. Later, after his mother passed away, these photos were rarely taken out by Yingjiao, and he didn't remember where they were all placed.

"Fuck, I didn't deliberately seek to see it every day, but I disappeared as soon as I found it." Ying Jiao cursed and threw the hukou book on the table, and continued searching in the bookcase.

He accidentally increased a bit more force, and a red title certificate fell from the top.

Ying Jiao was stunned, his real estate certificates were all put together, so this is the house where he gave his resignation? Recalling the scene at the time, Ying Jiao smiled and couldn't help flipping through it.

When he saw the owner of the house, Yingjiao was stunned.

The name above is not Jing Ci, but him.

Recalling Jing Ci's busy schedule, Ying Jiao's fingers tightened, and suddenly he understood everything.He didn't want this house from the beginning, but he couldn't refuse it in front of him, so he secretly told him to transfer the house back.

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, does Jing Ci have to be so clear with himself?

Is the relationship between the two of them not close enough now or what?Ying Jiao was upset, picked up the account book and wanted to put it back in place, but turned it down unconsciously.He frowned and was about to close...

Yingjiao's eyes widened suddenly.

On the account book, the second page, the name column, which should have been blank, is now clearly printed with two words——

Jing Ci.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Hukou: But it's his mother's turn to play, I'm suffocating me!