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Chapter Ninety Seven
"Wake up?" The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Ying Jiao stepped in, still holding an orange in his hand.
With the motion of lowering his head to drink water, Jing Ci forced the wetness of the corners of his eyes back, and gave a soft "um".
"I just slept for less than half an hour." Ying Jiao sat down on the bed, felt it with his palm against his forehead, frowned and said: "It's still a bit hot, wait a while, I'll take a thermometer for you. One measure."
As he said, he put the oranges on the bedside table. As soon as he was about to get up, his waist suddenly tightened, and he was hugged by Jing Ci.
Although Jing Ci has released a lot more than before during this period, intimate actions like actively hugging him are still rare.
Yingjiao was a little uneasy, didn't push him away, reached out his hand and touched his head, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
Jing Ci buried his face in the fossa of his neck, swallowing uncontrollable trills with his apple rolling. After a while, he muffled: "It's a bit uncomfortable."
He couldn't say those things in his dreams, and acting too obvious would only make Yingjiao worry, but fortunately there was an excuse for being sick.
The dreams were always incoherent, and he didn't know what happened afterwards. But if it is true as the system says, his soul will automatically return once he is well cultivated, then he shouldn't return to the present.
So, the winning arrogance at that time... didn't you wait for him? How did they return to high school?
Jing Ci closed his eyes, holding Ying Jiao's hand and tightened it again and again. Those things will be cleared up sooner or later, and now he just wants to hug him.
It's not to make up. Yingjiao doesn't need any compensation from him. That would only insult his feelings. He just likes this person too much and miss him too much.
"Follow me to the hospital?" Ying Jiao moved inward, swept him in his arms, and coaxed softly: "Are you afraid of injections? Nowadays doctors are not easy to give patients injections, just prescribe a medicine. What."
"No." Jing Ci rubbed his neck slightly, then let go and whispered: "It doesn't matter, it's only a little uncomfortable, just give you a hug."
Just give you a hug...
Ying Jiao felt sweet and pity in his heart, completely unable to resist his dependence and acting like a baby. He looked down at Jing Ci, just wanting to be gentle and gentle to him: "Would you like to kiss?"
Jing Ci suddenly raised his eyes.
Ying Jiao smiled, approached him, and Jing Ci took the initiative to kiss him.
Rao has been healed for so long since the two of them, but Jing Ci's kissing skills are still green. Yingjiao lowered his head cooperatively, kissing and sucking on his lips like a puppy. After a long time, he turned to the guest and kissed him deeply.
"Listen to you today." As soon as the kiss was over, Ying Jiao pulled a paper towel and put it on the table, peeling the oranges, and said: "But if the fever doesn't go away tomorrow, you have to listen to me, okay?"
"Good." Jing Ci nodded, believing himself: "Brother, don't worry, tomorrow will be good."
Ying Jiao bounced on his forehead: "You know it again."
Jing Ci touched the place he had touched, pursing his lips and smiling.
The oranges were stored in the refrigerator before, but Yingjiao has taken them out for a while, so they are not iced. It's just that the skin is a bit thick. After turning a few times, he finally found a place to start and started peeling with difficulty.
Jing Ci watched from the side anxiously, and couldn't help but said, "Use a knife to cut it."
"On the Internet, it is said that cutting with a knife is better than peeling it by hand." Ying Jiao wiped the orange juice in his hand and cursed: "Why is this so difficult?"
Jing Ci didn't think there was any difference between the two, but he was used to following the win, and stretched out his hand and said, "I'm coming?"
"No." Yingjiao hid, did not let him touch his hands: "You still need this thing? Stay away, don't spray yourself."
Yingjiao just couldn't find a way at the beginning, and after getting used to it, he did it decently. He peeled off all the skins, tore the oranges on it, and opened a piece of orange to Jing Ci's mouth: "I think they say it is good to eat this if you have a fever. I don't know if it is true or not, but eating more fruits is always good. "
Jing Ci wanted to come by himself, but was blocked by Ying Jiao.
"Open your mouth."
Jing Ci was afraid that the juice would drip on the sheets, and after biting, he jumped out of bed quickly and sat side by side with Yingjiao before eating.
Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Do you like this bed sheet so much?"
"No." Jing Ci swallowed the pulp in his mouth and explained: "Just changed, if you get juice, you have to wash it again."
Ying Jiao suddenly laughed, and handed him another orange slice. Seeing that he had eaten it, he continued, "No wonder."
Jing Ci did not understand, chewing the orange and asked vaguely: "What?"
"Last night," Ying Jiao said slowly, as if he was deliberately emphasizing, and as if he was aftertaste: "At that time, you were also afraid of staining the sheets."
Jing Ci choked suddenly, coughing earth-shaking.
"This is thin-skinned," Ying Jiao patted him on the back, helplessly: "Is it better?"
"Okay, okay." Jing Ci wiped the corners of his lower lip with a tissue, and adjusted his breathing with difficulty.
Ying Jiao was afraid that he was really choking, so he stopped talking and concentrated on feeding him.
Jing Ci was somewhat restrained at first, but after he got used to being fed, he naturally relaxed.
Seeing him sitting aside and waiting obediently, Ying Jiao was so itchy in his heart that he deliberately spoiled him and handed a small piece of orange peel to him.
Jing Ci opened his mouth reflexively, and chewed twice without seeing it.
Jing Ci was dumbfounded, his chewing movements stopped abruptly, and he raised his eyes to look at Ying Jiao in disbelief.
Yingjiao couldn't hold back it, and let out a chuckle.
"Fool," Ying Jiao squeezed his face, spreading his palms: "Spit it out."
Jing Ci thought of it and threw it in the trash can, but Ying Jiao kept raising his hand. In which direction he turns, he will follow in which direction. No, had to spit the orange zest into his palm.
He drew a paper towel to win the pride, a little embarrassed: "Brother, wipe your hands."
Ying Jiao took it, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "What do you do so nervously, how many times have you eaten, and are you afraid of getting it?"
Jing Ci's cheeks were a little red, but he couldn't stop being happy.
After eating oranges, Yingjiao measured Jingci's body temperature again, this time it was 37.7. Although it has not returned to normal levels, at least it has dropped.
"Sleep again," Ying Jiao tidied up the things on the table, and said to the scene: "I call you for dinner at night. If I am sick, I will eat something light. I will ask my aunt to cook a shrimp porridge. Do you want to eat it? , Just replace it with something else."
"Just shrimp porridge." Jing Ci didn't go to bed anymore, but flattened the quilt on top of it: "I like it."
Yingjiao helped him put the pillow on the quilt, frowned and asked, "Are you going to sleep?"
"sleep……"
What kind of quilt do you have when you sleep? Before Ying Jiao could express the doubts in his heart, he heard Jing Ci say again: "I'm going to sleep on the sofa."
"How can the sofa have a comfortable bed, you..." Before Ying Jiao finished speaking, he suddenly understood Jing Ci's drooping eyelids and reddish cheeks.
The living room and the study are facing each other. As long as the door of the study is open, Jing Ci can see him in the study when he looks up.
Ying Jiao looked at him quietly, for a long time, stretched out his hand to press him in his arms, and said dumbly: "Okay, I'll help you get the blanket."
This afternoon, Yingjiao was writing homework on the coffee table in the living room.
Although Jing Ci is thin, his physical fitness is good. That night, the heat on my body subsided, and it did not repeat the next day. Yingjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but wrote down the matter of replenishing his body.
After the three-day Qingming holiday, the students in the provincial experiment were engaged in intense study again. Teacher Liu’s most frequent saying now is: "The third year of high school is coming soon, so don’t hurry up to study! You will regret it in the future!"
"Let's be honest, did Lao Liu's menopause advance?" In the classroom, He Jiang carefully took out his mobile phone from his sleeve: "This hot guy, every time he tells me, I'm frightened, for fear that he will break the table. "
Zheng Que wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and looked at the rear window again, until he was sure that Teacher Liu would not kill the carbine again, and then reopened the game: "There is more than a year before the college entrance examination, and I don’t know what he was doing. What a hurry."
He glanced at the screen, and after a while, his character in the game died. I couldn't help cursing, and simply retired, and said, "Even if the college entrance examination is really going to be taken, I'm not afraid. Anyway, I'm going abroad."
"We are all the same." He Zhou glanced at Ying Jiao, who was thinking about it, and asked, "Brother Jiao, how about you?"
Ying Jiao raised his head and leaned back in his chair lazily: "Is it necessary to ask?"
He porridge: "..."
Forget that this person has been studying desperately after class during this time.
"Forget it, you are not the same person as us." He Zhou waved his hand and pushed Peng Chengcheng who was muffled next to him: "Lao Peng, which country do you want to go to?"
Peng Cheng Cheng Xi shook his head like golden words, indicating that he hadn't thought about it.
"Think quickly." Zheng Que urged in a low voice: "The third of us can go to a school. It will be very convenient to go out and play or something at that time."
Yingjiao did math problems all night, and was a little dizzy at the moment. He turned on Fengyoujing, dipped a little bit on his finger, and wiped it on his temple, while saying: "Go to Australia."
He congee turned to him: "Do you know over there?"
"Old Peng likes boxing, you have to lose weight," Ying Jiao put Fengyoujing in his pencil case and raised his lips: "Australian kangaroo sparring, you deserve it."
This is really human words? !
He Cong originally wanted to slap him, but for some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicable. He was excited: "It seems to be considered. I heard that Australian kangaroos are extremely fierce. Maybe it can really reduce my stubborn fat!"
He fantasizes happily, and by the way, he has to step on to win pride: "Compare you to a scumbag at that time."
Ying Jiao snorted: "Do you know why I never go to the gym?"
He Zong rolled his eyes at him: "Come on, you are thin, are you good?"
"No." Ying Jiao picked up the pen again, and Sao Li grinned: "I'm afraid that the people inside will think it is deliberately showing up."
He porridge, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He porridge pointed at him weakly: "You shut up..."
"It's OK." Ying Jiao turned over the draft in his hand: "When you want to understand, you can go to Jing Ci."
He porridge: "..."
He porridge: "Get out!"
Yingjiao wanted to say something more, the bell rang after class. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the WeChat message on it, refused to go out with He Zhou and the others, pulled out the chair and walked out.
Five minutes later, he took a thermos bucket from the guard and carried it to the second teaching building.
After Jing Ci entered the national team this time, the school did not award him any more money. But don't know where to find an Olympic math coach, and started to teach him a small class after the Qingming holiday.
There is no free classroom in the first teaching building, so Jing Ci now stays in the second teaching building most of the time.
The coach was not there when winning the arrogance, and Jing Ci was the only one in the room.
Seeing him, Jing Ci immediately greeted him: "Brother, why are you here?"
"I'll give you soup to replenish your body." Yingjiao put the thermos on the table and opened the lid: "I called the aunt to cook it. From now on, I will bring it here after the first night of self-study and class."
It is not impossible for Jing Ci to go home with him to drink at night, but they study at night at 10:30 and Jing Ci goes to bed at eleven. It must be uncomfortable to have a soup before going to bed.
"It's too much trouble." Jing Ci was a little embarrassed: "Forget it, I'm in good health."
"What's the trouble with this?" Ying Jiao handed him the spoon and motioned him to drink quickly: "Auntie's house is near our school, and it just happened to be on the way."
"Moreover," Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Which was sick some time ago?"
Jing Ci was not convinced, and whispered: "Just once..."
"Well, once," Ying Jiao tapped the back of his hand lightly with a pen, and said lightly: "How many times do you want to have?"
"No," Jing Ci took a spoonful of soup, raised his head and asked Ying Jiao: "Brother, do you drink it?"
Ying Jiao refused without thinking about it. He said meaningfully: "Don't drink it, do you want to suffocate me, or don't you want to get out of bed?"
Jing Ci bowed his head in embarrassment and took a sip of the soup without speaking.
Considering that it was just an evening meal and there was not much soup in the thermos, Jing Ci drank it quickly.
Ying Jiao glanced at the time, and while tidying up, said: "Then I'm leaving. I will be at this point tomorrow. Wait for me in the classroom."
The class time is too short, Jing Ci didn't want him to run around, so he said: "I'll go to the guard to get it by myself, so you don't have to go there."
Ying Jiao looked down at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Baby, do you think I came here just to send a soup?"
Jing Ci was puzzled.
if not?
Winning arrogantly smiled, looked in the corridor, saw no one coming, and whispered in his ear: "The main reason is to see people."
Jing Ci was startled, and then the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.
"Do you still want to get it yourself?"
Jing Ci shook his head slightly.
For the next three months, Yingjiao would come over to deliver soup every night.
So, thanks to his tonic soup. Before the international competition, even if the intensity of study was getting higher and higher, Jing Ci's body and energy were still able to keep up, and he never got sick again.
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