Jing Ci was a man of his word, and it was too late to write notes that day, but some content in the language did not require notes.
During the break, he opened the Chinese book and said to Yingjiao: "In the next few days, I will list for you the ancient prose that you need to recite this semester. Reciting is the easiest."
He pointed to the pages of the book: "Let's start with "Pipa Xing". Do you understand the meaning? If you don't understand, I can explain it to you again. It's easier to recite after understanding the meaning."
Yingjiao turned to look at him.
When it came to studying, Jing Ci had a serious and serious expression on his face, like a little teacher, somehow cute.
Yingjiao smirked, turned his body slightly, and shamelessly pretended to be deaf: "Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
The two were at the same table, and Jing Ji felt that his volume was loud enough. But there was indeed a lot of noise in the classroom of Class 7, and it was possible that they could not hear clearly. He raised his voice and spoke again.
"What?" Yingjiao frowned: "I still can't hear clearly."
He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and turned his ear: "Come here and talk."
Jing Ci didn't move, thinking that Ying Jiao was doing it on purpose. With such a close distance and such a loud voice, and he is not deaf, how could he not be able to hear clearly.
Yingjiao laughed ruffantly, and pushed him with his knee: "Little classmate, just now you said you wanted to repay, but now you're back on your word?"
Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, but followed her words. Facing his ear, he repeated what he had just said.
The young man's voice was slightly weaker, but the timbre was very pleasant. While speaking, his breathing coefficient sprayed on Yingjiao's ears.
It's hot and itchy.
Yingjiao looked sideways slightly, watching his slender and thick eyelashes blink slightly.
The students around were laughing and playing, and there were excited screams from time to time.
There was a strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the air, but Yingjiao's nose smelled a faint, subtle aroma.
It was the scent of shampoo on Jing Ci's body, the refreshing lemon smell.
Yingjiao subconsciously lowered his head and took a deep sniff.
After Jing Ji finished speaking, he didn't get a response, so he raised his head: "You..."
Coincidentally, it happened that Yingjiao bowed his head.
In the next second, the tip of Jing Ci's nose bumped into Yingjiao's lips.
Both of them froze for a moment.
A very faint kiss, not even a kiss.
Yingjiao touched his lips slowly and looked at Jing Ci.
Jing Ci bounced away instantly, blushing.
"Wow, little classmate," Yingjiao pursed his lips and whistled, "Is it so sloppy?"
Jing Ji blushed and moved his body, trying to make Yingjiao farther away, and apologized awkwardly: "I'm sorry."
Yingjiao leaned over shamelessly, leaning on his chin with one hand, and looked at Jing Ci lazily: "You say I'm sorry, but I will accept it?"
Jing Ci pursed her lower lip: "Then what do you want?"
After a pause, he said, "Otherwise, I'll sort out your notes now, I..."
"I've always liked tit for tat," Yingjiao interrupted him with a chuckle: "You kissed me once, so it's not too much for me to come back, right?"
Jing Ci blushed even more. He grabbed the Chinese document in his hand and tried to explain to Yingjiao: "I didn't kiss you forcefully, it was just an accident."
Yingjiao played with the lighter in his hand, and smiled: "Who knows if it was an accident?"
He paused and licked his lips: "When was the last time? You threw yourself into my arms."
"There are so many surprises."
Jing Ci's face was so red that it was about to smoke, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "You...you change one."
Yingjiao accepts as soon as he sees a good one, for fear of driving him into a hurry: "It's okay to change it..."
Jing Ci instantly looked up at him.
"You call Brother Sheng, let me pinch your face, and this matter will be over."
Jing Ci opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
Yingjiao didn't rush him, but only raised his eyebrows and said, "It's time to practice between classes later, you can do it on the playground in front of the whole school if you want."
He looked up at the wall clock: "There is still one minute for class."
"Brother." Jing Ji called out while resisting the heat on his face.
Compared to calling him in front of the whole school and asking him to kiss him back, Jing Ji would rather call him now.
Yingjiao chuckled, stretched out his hand and pinched Jing Ci's face: "You're so good."
Jing Ci's facial features are three-dimensional, and there is not much flesh on his face, but his skin is tender and firm, and it feels very good to the touch. Until the end of the second get out of class, Yingjiao was still grinding his fingers to reminisce.
He Porridge put on his pants after draining the water, turned his head and found that Yingjiao was in a trance. He leaned over meanly: "What are you doing, Brother Jiao, you just had a circumcision and you dare not take off your pants?"
Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, smiling coquettishly: "I'm afraid that taking off your pants will hurt your self-esteem too much."
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."
He Porridge looked at him inexplicably: "It's not Brother Jiao, why have you been so rambunctious recently? Did something happen that we don't know about?"
Yingjiao pursed his lower lip lightly, and chuckled: "Guess."