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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Ninety Three"

weight="142305"

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

mode = "manual"

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In the compartment, the heating is fully turned on. The smell of various foods is constantly floating in the air, mingled together, and the smell is inexplicably breathless.

Jing Ci put his head on the car body, his face low, his hands tightly gripped the seat cover, so hard that his knuckles were all white.

The dream came to an abrupt end here, and what happened to Qiao Anyan later, he didn't know. What happened to Yingjiao who couldn't find him, he didn't know.

Jing Ci's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth desperately to swallow the choking and tears, so as not to let himself cry.

If it is simply missing, it will leave a little hope for Yingjiao. But not in the previous life. Ying Jiao watched his existence disappear little by little, and watched the memories of his surroundings erased. It was how powerless and hopeless it was.

Except for him, no one remembers who Jing Ci is.

The person Jing Ci, from existing in everything around him, gradually became only in his own mind.

"The winner of the School of Economics, is there a brain disease? Jing Ci? There is no such person in our class."

"I think I was sick. I don't know how to get admitted to our school. I said that I didn't know each other after several times."

"Hey, I don't want to see him anymore, it's almost impossible."

Jing Ci trembled all over, his chest was violently ups and downs, as if he was stabbed by someone on it.

He would rather win the pride and forget him like everyone else, than he would suffer in pain every day.

For the first time in his life, Jing Ci hoped that Yingjiao didn't like him that much.

In the provincial experiment at this time, when the bell hit the end of the fourth class in the afternoon, Yingjiao rushed out.

"Hey, Brother Jiao, slow down!" Zheng Que put his phone in his pocket, carried his pants and ran after him: "You are so hungry? Why are you so fast?"

"Brother Jiao didn't go to the cafeteria, I said in the group! Didn't you see?" He porridge pulled him breathlessly: "Brother Ci will come back later, he will pick him up at the station!"

"In this way, I just played a game and blocked the group news." Zheng Que scratched his head, watching Ying Jiao disappear at the end of the corridor with great strides, turning his head and asking He Congee: "What time is the train leaving brother, Make him so anxious?"

Peng Chengcheng uttered two words blankly: "Six o'clock."

"That's too late." Zheng Que wondered: "It takes more than half an hour from our school to the train station, so it's enough."

"Tell the truth, Old Zheng," He Cong glanced at him speechlessly, spitting out: "With your EQ, I'm afraid you can only get out of the order if you have a baby boy at home."

Zheng Que looked inexplicable: "What happened to me?"

"Forget it, nothing." He Zhou was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, raised his hand and patted his back: "Don't take care of others, you can't run anymore? If you don't run, you will have no place in the cafeteria."

"Fuck! Run!"

Ying Jiao used the fastest speed to get out of the school gate and took a taxi to the train station.

After Jing Ci got on the train, he sent him the number of trains, and the train arrived at the station at 6:05 on time. He didn't tell Jing Ci that he was going to pick him up, otherwise he was afraid that he would disagree, so he chopped it out first and played it later.

When Yingjiao arrived at the station, it was exactly five and fifty. He thought about it, and ordered a cup of hot milk tea in a coffee shop. It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or not. Now it’s cold in the spring, and it’s evening again, and the temperature is a bit low.

After doing all this, he took out his phone and dialed Jing Ci.

At that time, Jing Ci had just carried his schoolbag on his body, preparing to get off the car later.

His face was slightly pale, and his eyes were full of red blood. But the whole person seemed to be very calm, even listening patiently to the aunt next to her husband complaining about her husband, while helping her to remove the luggage from the shelf.

In the constant praise and thanks from the aunt, Jing Ci looked down and adjusted his breathing, then pressed the call button: "Brother? Are you here?"

He rolled his Adam's apple a few times, closed his eyes, and tried to make his voice sound the same: "Is it at the exit? Okay, I see. Well, see you later."

The train drew into the station on time, stopped and opened the door.

Passengers in the carriage, carrying large and small bags of luggage, rushed towards the door. don't know who stepped on Jing Ci's foot, and a half-black footprint was left on the white vamp. He didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and still walked forward without squinting.

After a long platform, it is the exit. There were a lot of people squeezed out to pick up the station, some of them were holding big signs with their names in their hands, and some desperately waving inward.

Jing Ci raised his eyes and saw the winning arrogance in the crowd at a glance.

He was wearing a blue and white school uniform, tall and straight. Putting one hand in his pocket and holding a cup of milk tea in the other, he just stood there, almost shining brightly.

Meeting his gaze, the corners of Yingjiao's lips slightly curled up: "Why are you stupefied, here!"

I have always been strong and tolerant, and I can only swallow the words of my own when I am wronged. When I saw the person who loved me, the tears I had endured all the way finally broke the embankment.

"elder brother!"

He can't care where he is now, or how many people around him, he wants to be proud.

Yingjiao was so excited by his crying that he strode up to meet him: "Who bullied you? Follow me..."

Before he could finish a sentence, he was hugged hard by Jing Ci.

Ying Jiao was taken aback, and immediately pushed him out: "What's the matter? Baby, let go, be obedient."

Jing Ci's fingers kept trembling, he buried his face on Yingjiao's shoulder, choked up and refused to let go: "Brother...Brother, don't move me."

Ying Jiao wanted to touch him, and wanted to lift his face to wipe his tears, but was afraid that he would hurt. He raised his hand several times, and finally put it down.

"Okay, don't move you." Yingjiao was worried and uncomfortable. The first time he saw Jingci out of control to such an extent, even if they were separated, they weren't like that.

What happened? For a moment, Ying Jiao thought that his national team's quota was topped.

"Don't cry," Yingjiao lowered his head and coaxed him in a low voice, "I am here, what should I tell me, I will solve it, okay?"

He has a gentle and deep voice in his ears, and he is holding his whole person in his hands. He is right by his side, there is no two spaces that can never be touched, nor is he forced to separate.

Jing Ci calmed down a bit. Afraid of winning arrogance, he ignored the embarrassment on his face, choked up and raised his head: "No, it's okay, brother, I'm okay."

"It's okay, why are you crying?" Yingjiao's chest was sore, he gently pulled away Jingci and stared at his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Jing Ci wiped his face, wiped away the tears that were still dripping down uncontrollably, pointed to his mouth and shook his head, indicating that he could not speak.

Yingjiao understands.

People with Jing Ci's character can hold him in the crowd and cry, but can't speak, it can only be the things in the previous life. Probably it was related to his origin, so couldn't tell them all.

Ying Jiao sighed in his heart. In fact, he had guessed the ending of the two of them in the last life, but he has not dared to think deeply. Now Jing Ci actually knows one step ahead of time?

"Okay," Ying Jiao took his clothes sleeve with one hand, and dragged the suitcase with the other, and led him to the bathroom: "wash your face and tidy up. Don't think too much, let's ignore the past."

He took a few pieces of paper and handed it to Jing Ci, deliberately making him laugh: "When you cry like this, I thought someone had broken the sky that Nuwa had made up."

Jing Ci flushed his face, took the tissue and wiped it a few times embarrassedly, with a strong nasal voice in his voice: "Brother, I'm sorry..."

"I'm not stupid, I'm sorry to say something to me." Ying Jiao smiled: "Just after going back, everyone looked at your eyes, thinking you were in the national team and wept with joy."

Ying Jiao stuffed the still-hot milk tea into Jing Ci's hand, and walked out, while saying: "I heard that a reporter will come to interview you in a few days. If anyone's mouth is lax, please tell me about it. NS……"

He curled his lips slightly: "At that time, the whole East China Sea, from the old man to the children, will know. That very powerful and awesome Jingci, in fact, will cry secretly after the first test."

Rao was still a little bit sorrowful in his heart, Jing Ci still couldn't help but smile: "It doesn't matter."

"Jingshen, I find that your face is getting closer to me now," Ying Jiao sighed: "Sure enough, we are getting more and more married."

Jing Ci's ear tips were reddish, and he didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't think about those things anymore, Yingjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked him: "Does it hurt if I touched you just now?"

Where did Jing Ci get distracted before thinking about this? He recalled it for a moment, and couldn't remember what it was like at that time.

Ying Jiao was helpless, and was about to say something, when Jing Ci suddenly raised his head and looked at him with some shame: "Then...try again."

But just grabbing a hand, why is Jing Ci suddenly embarrassed? Winning arrogance was surprised and didn't understand it for a while.

"Anyway..." Jing Ci turned his head slightly to ignore him, and whispered: "Everywhere you touch is..."

Ying Jiao's eyes fell on his red ears and couldn't help but smile: "Want me to kiss you?"

Jing Ci gave an impenetrable "um".

Ying Jiao breathed deeply, and his voice was a little tight when he spoke again: "Save it, wait a while and find a place where no one is."

Jing Ci cast his eyes down and nodded.

After the two came out of the train station, they did not go back to school directly. ate a meal in the Cantonese restaurant outside, and packed two boxes of mango pancakes when paid, and then went to school.

Jing Ci has just eaten enough and can't eat dessert temporarily. It's winning arrogance, the appetite is very good. A box of four pancakes was quickly wiped out by him.

We greeted the uncle guard, and the two walked across the small square to the side of the flower bed.

At this time, Jing Ci's mood had completely stabilized, and the redness and swelling on his eyes had disappeared, and he was only thinking about trying it with Ying Jiao.

But seeing that he was about to reach the teaching building, Yingjiao hadn't moved yet. Jing Ci pursed his lower lip and glanced to the side secretly.

He was eating mango pancake and seemed contented.

Is it forgotten?

Or... just take the initiative once? Anyway, it's not that I have never kissed before.

Jing Ci was thinking about it when Ying Jiao raised his hand, poked his lips with a smirk holding up half of a mango pancake, and the cream inside immediately got on his skin.

Not only not kiss, but also bully him.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to protest, the next second, his lips suddenly softened, and a very shallow kiss fell.

"Does it hurt?"

"Only...just a little bit."

"Um?"

"Really, it's very slight, I almost didn't feel it."

"That's good."

Ying Jiao chuckled, then lowered his head again, gently and patiently kissed the cream on his lips.

The author has something to say: Brother Jiao: Creamy~

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