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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Ninety"

weight="142296"

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

mode = "manual"

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The thin wooden door was opened vigorously from inside. Jing Ci hadn't reacted yet. The next second, his back suddenly tightened, and the whole person was dragged into the classroom by Yingjiao with his schoolbag.

"Intentionally teasing me?" He supported the wall with one hand, trapping Jing Ci between the door and himself, staring at him, his eyes hot.

Jing Ci was still using such a sultry way to express his feelings to him.

Ying Jiao couldn't help swearing a swear word in his heart. Who can stop it?

"No." To meet his scorching gaze, Jing Ci suddenly seemed to be scalded, and hurriedly looked away. His cheeks were a little red, and he whispered: "I just... miss you."

Before being together, the two held hands and hugged and kissed. Although Jing Ci liked it, he didn't think it was impossible without them. However, when he couldn't touch him, he realized how much he wanted to have physical contact with Yingjiao.

He had no other ideas, he wanted to lean closer to Yingjiao, even through the glass.

Ying Jiao felt a pain in his heart. Knowing Yi Jingci's character and being able to take the initiative to do so, I am afraid that he really missed him too much.

He breathed deeply, resisting the urge to rub him into his arms and kiss arrogantly, and said dumbly: "Do you want me to touch you?"

Jing Ci gave a low "um".

Ying Jiao was afraid that he would be uncomfortable and deliberately diverted his attention.

He pressed down slightly, leaning closer to Jing Ci, but carefully did not touch him, and said ambiguously: "Where do you want me to touch you? Ears, chest, legs or..."

"Brother!" Jing Ci interrupted him anxiously, stammering against a red face that was about to be matured: "Teacher, in the classroom."

"Yeah, I know." Ying Jiao glanced at his shameful appearance, smiled, and said indifferently: "There is no one else."

"...That won't work either." Jing Ci insisted on this inexplicably, "Not in the classroom."

Feelings are still a little old-fashioned.

Winning arrogant laughter, deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "It's not a classroom?"

Jing Ci turned his head in embarrassment, and nodded lightly for a long while.

After the two separated, Ying Jiao seldom spoke to Jing Ci again. Fear of not being able to control oneself is one aspect, but more of worrying about putting pressure on Jingci and making him feel guilty and self-blame.

But since he started by himself today...

Ying Jiao licked his lower lip, so he can't be blamed for being rude.

"What can you do?" Yingjiao lazily propped on the wall, scornfully smiling: "You don't list them clearly, what if I accidentally do something and step on you?"

"I...I don't have any lightning points."

"Why not?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows, and tugged his schoolbag belt with a low hand: "You just didn't allow me to say anything."

He looked into Jing Ci's eyes and coaxed: "Observe, tell me in a low voice, what can you do?"

Jing Ci's ears were red now, and his throat moved. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Whatever...whatever you want."

Ying Jiao's breath suddenly became heavy, and Jing Ci's words were no different from an invitation to undress for him. He almost exploded when he was slapped, and clenched his fist: "You wait for me! Wait later..."

Jing Ci raised his eyes.

Ying Jiao gave a chuckle, then leaned slightly, panting in his ear, and said, "Dad will kill you."

The students who went out to eat came back one after another, and He Congee was the first batch.

They also handed in the papers in advance, instead of finishing the answers, they went to the cafeteria and didn't want to line up. Anyway, the writing is so sort of points, just hand in the papers to eat early.

"Fuck, you'll be more detailed, I..." Zheng Que walked in bluffing all the way, and wanted to say something. When his eyes fell on Jing Ci, who was lying on the table, he fell silent.

He walked to his seat and sat down, then turned to ask Ying Jiao: "What's wrong with Brother Ci?"

Yingjiao was writing the question. Hearing the words, he kept the pen in his hand, curling his lips and said: "Tired."

"Weird," Zheng Que exclaimed: "The first time I saw Brother Ci, I was tired from the exam."

In front, Jing Ci tilted his head and hid the red ear tightly in his arm.

Zheng Que just asked casually, and when he got the answer, he didn't bother anymore. Instead, he stretched out his hand to poke He porridge: "Old He, you continued to talk about that just now, I'm curious."

"Just the Qiao Anyan from Class 11," He Jiang turned around, opened a bottle of Coke, and said while drinking, "I got tens of thousands of dollars in the online lottery."

"Didn't Brother Jiao inquire about him before? At that time, Old Peng said that he was very lucky sometimes. I still don't believe it.

Zheng Que was full of enthusiasm, and he was eager to try: "What kind of prize did he draw? I want to try too."

"I don't know." He Conge wiped his lower lip with his hand, shook his head and said: "He refused to say."

Zheng Que sighed disappointedly: "I'm afraid that everyone will draw if they know it, so as to lower the winning rate? Hey, blessed to share."

Peng Chengcheng suddenly sneered.

In addition to lottery tickets, what prizes can win tens of thousands of dollars at once, and they are still hiding and refusing to disclose it to the outside world? Gambling is about the same.

"Lao Peng, why are you yin and yang weird?" Zheng Que carelessly put on Peng Chengcheng's shoulders: "Aren't you envy and hatred too?"

Peng Chengcheng glanced at him with a mentally retarded look, and slowly uttered four words: "Internet gambling."

"Fuck!" He porridge almost threw the Coke bottle in his hand in surprise: "Impossible? He dare to do this kind of thing?"

Although He Zhou and the others don't like to learn, they often skip class and go out to play games. But what can be touched and what can't be touched, there is a clear line in my heart.

Zheng Que also didn't believe it: "All gambling is lost, how can we win so much? And we are all students, where do we get addicted to gambling?" He waved his hand: "Old Peng, don't be alarmist."

Peng Chengcheng was too lazy to waste his tongue with him, turned around blankly, and went to sleep on his own.

Behind, Ying Jiao turned a page of the exercise book in his hand, and lowered his head to cover the coldness on his face.

These days, he thinks a lot.

After Tiantai asked Qiao Anyan, Yingjiao was sure that in his previous life, he must have been with Jing Ci. Not only that, but the classmate he saw walking beside him should also be Jing Ci.

If, as Qiao Anyan said, he died after returning that day, even if he was reborn, it should not have such a big impact on Jing Ci.

Therefore, Yingjiao is more inclined to what Qiao Anyan did to Jing Ci that led to this happening now.

He couldn't figure out what it was, but...

Ying Jiao pinched the pen, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were fierce.

The person who killed Jingci, let alone reincarnation, even if reincarnation a hundred times, he will remember this hatred.

What is Qiao Anyan's most afraid of?

He had been so miserable in his previous life, he must be afraid of falling into that situation again.

Then he just wanted Qiao Anyan to watch, and if he did it again, he would still repeat the same mistakes. If you want to change your life, you don't work hard, but use crooked ways to snatch other people's things.

Yingjiao slowly turned the pen in his hand, gambling, should naturally give some sweetness at the beginning, otherwise——

How could he keep getting addicted to it?

The efficiency of the provincial experiment teacher is very high. It only took two days to get the results of the monthly test.

Jing Ci is still a great rider, occupying the top of the list, so that the second place has no hope of catching up. However, after being shown for one semester in a row, the entire high school sophomore group was completely numb to this.

When saw his name and score again, didn't even feel any waves.

Isn't this normal? It's not normal if Jing Ci doesn't get the first place!

What? Haven't studied seriously for a few months after preparing for the competition? Should academic performance drop?

That's an ordinary person, can the boss be the same? It's so rare and weird!

However, compared with the calm outside, the seventh class at this time was caught in a new round of shock.

This time it was not because of Jingci, but because of winning arrogance.

"Brother Jiao..." In the classroom, He Zhou, who had just returned from the red list, walked up to Ying Jiao with a complex expression: "Do you know how much your total score is this time?"

The hard work of a winter vacation was not in vain. At the moment when I saw the test paper in the examination room, Yingjiao knew that he would not be too bad in the test this time.

When the teacher talked about the papers before, he himself estimated a point in his heart, and felt that he could almost get a 550.

Without waiting for him to ask, He Congee couldn't wait to say: "566!"

"This...Is this past the first line?" He Zhou looked at Yingjiao in disbelief: "In just one semester, one semester has improved by 166 points! Are you a beast?"

First is Jingci, then wins pride.

I don’t know why, but suddenly a strange feeling arose in He Conge’s heart that learning is very simple...

Maybe if he works hard, he can get 500 points for fun?

"Fuck!" Zheng Que didn't have any idea about scores, but He Zong said something, and he understood: "My brother Jiao is so awesome now?"

The two of them were frightened here, but Yingjiao continued to do the questions without any reaction, as if the person who took the 566 exam was not him.

He Cong couldn't stand it anymore, he leaned over and snatched the pen in his hand: "No, Brother Jiao, why are you so calm?"

"What's surprising? After all..." Ying Jiao finally raised his head, and he grinned with a grin on his lips: "I'm not so good, haven't I counted it in my heart?"

He porridge: "..."

He porridge stared at him deadly: "Would you like to point your face? If you say you are fat, you are still breathing."

Ying Jiao took out a coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper and stuffed it in his mouth. He leaned back against the wall and sneered: "I am stupid and blame others? How many points can I take? See Jing Ci Don't you know?"

He Conge was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Yes, after all, your notes were made by Brother Ci."

"No." Ying Jiao lazily tickled the candy cube with the tip of his tongue: "Give you another chance to show your IQ. I have been with Jing Ci for a long time, so I am more and more like him. What is this called?"

He Cong blinked, and subconsciously followed his words and continued: "Called the infectious power of Xueshen?"

Ying Jiao looked at the back of Jing Ci's head and laughed: "Wrong, husband and wife."

He porridge: ".................."

The author has something to say: today's elder brother is a serious elder brother who has passed the test of 566!So don't appear in the small theater!