Yingjiao and the others played noisy and noisy all night yesterday, and a bunch of drunk boys crowded into the box for the night. I slept until noon the next day, then woke up in a daze, and went out to find something to eat.
Others just got up and rubbed their faces and left straight away, but Yingjiao had a ton of idol burden, so he had to ask Zheng Que to go out and buy him a set of washing tools, make do with tidying up in the bathroom, and then went out .
Looking at Jingci's astonished face in front of him, Yingjiao's lips twitched slightly, and he was very glad that he didn't go with those slackers this morning.
Jing Ci still couldn't react, and stared blankly at Yingjiao: "Why are you here?"
Yingjiao threw the half-drunk milk tea in his hand into the trash can, walked over and said, "Last night, I didn't go home because I was too late." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ci: "Are you coming back early for self-study?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyelids: "Yes."
Yingjiao smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
"Have you eaten yet? Let's go together."
"I've eaten." Jing Ci shook his head and refused, and wanted to say something more, but Zheng Que, who had been waiting behind, trotted over: "Let's go, come with us if you meet, anyway, you are alone."
Zheng Que's nerves were as thick as a sea needle, completely unaware that he had accidentally poked Jing Ci's pain point, and he was still persuading him with a smile: "Eat it, then eat more. What's the point of being alone, there are many people..."
"Don't you have something to go back?" Yingjiao interrupted before finishing the rest of the sentence.
Yingjiao looked at him with a smile: "Then go back first and leave me alone."
Zheng Que's eyes widened: "When will I..."
"Yes, yes, we will accompany Lao Zheng, Brother Jiao, do as you please." He Porridge walked up, covered Zheng Que's mouth with one hand, and dragged him back with the other.
Zheng Que was still struggling, trying to speak out the doubts in his heart, but was kicked silently by Peng Chengcheng, and left miserably.
The eye-obstructing person was finally resolved. Yingjiao turned on the phone screen to check the time, and said to Jing Ci: "The school hasn't opened yet, and you can't get in. Come with me for a meal?"
He smiled, pointed at the backs of He Porridge and the others who were almost out of sight, and shamelessly said: "They are all gone, I don't really want to eat alone."
Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Okay."
Yingjiao chose a tea restaurant. He wanted to order a few dishes at random, but when he thought about Jing Ci's habit of not having leftovers, he just ordered a platter of honey sauce char siew and roast pork ribs, plus a serving of garlic spinach. After confirming that Jing Ji had really eaten it, he didn't order his portion, lest he couldn't eat it and stuff it into his stomach, and only ordered him a portion of Yang Zhi Gan Lu.
"Old Liu and the others are grading papers at school today," Ying Jiao said to Jing Ci after taking a sip of keel soup, "We might run into him when we go back."
The efficiency of the provincial experiment teacher is very high. After the test, it will definitely not exceed three days, and all the results will come out.
Within four days, the red list will definitely be posted at the door of the teaching building, and all teachers and students who come in and out can see it.
Yingjiao chuckled: "Seeing you working so hard now, he must be very happy."
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip in embarrassment: "It's nothing, just study normally."
While the two were talking, Yangzhi Ganlu was delivered, and Yingjiao pushed the bowl to Jing Ci: "Your."
Jing Ci was surprised: "I don't want it."
"It's okay, you have wasted time to eat with me," Yingjiao pushed back again: "I don't know if you like it or not, so I will order it casually."
Jing Ji didn't want to take advantage of him anymore, but he couldn't refuse too forcefully, so he could only accept: "Thank you."
But I was worried in my heart, should I give him something this time.
Yingjiao didn't know that Jing Ci was thinking about drawing a line with him, so he said while eating, "Try it, how about it?"
Jing Ci picked up the spoon, gently dug a small mouthful and put it in his mouth.
The ingredients used in this store are very conscientious, and the mangoes they put are sweet and plentiful, with a strong milky and fruity aroma. There is a hint of coolness when entering the mouth, delicious and refreshing.
"It's delicious and sweet." Jing Ci swallowed the pulp in his mouth and replied.
Yingjiao looked closely at his expression, and saw that he really liked him, so he was relieved.
Jing Ji thanked him again: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Yingjiao chuckled, "You..."
As soon as he started a sentence, his mobile phone on the table suddenly started to vibrate. Yingjiao glanced down at the caller ID, and cut off the call directly.
But the other side was relentless, and kept hitting this side, with the vigor of swearing not to give up if it is not connected.
Yingjiao put down his chopsticks and said to Jing Ci, "I'm going out to answer the phone."
Jing Ci nodded, signaling him to be casual.
Yingjiao went all the way to the door before pressing the answer button.
"Yingjiao, you bitch!!" As soon as the call was connected, the people over there couldn't wait to start yelling: "Did you do it? Did you stab me out?!"
Mr. Yingsheng did well in the college entrance examination this year, and got into a local 211. Let Ying's father change his dislike of him before, not only found him a fiancée with a strong family background, but also held an engagement banquet last month.
Mr. Ying Sheng is very satisfied with his fiancée. She is pure white, rich and beautiful, with a soft personality, especially suitable for being a wife.
But he didn't inherit Ying's father's business talent, but he inherited his flamboyance.
Even if he has a fiancée, he will still date girls outside. Change one night, night after night is not the same.
He hid it well, and his fiancée didn't find the slightest clue, and she treated him better and better.
However, just a few days ago, photos of him and his sister in and out of nightclubs and hotels suddenly spread all over the place. The school's forums, post bars, class groups, and even his fiancée's company did not escape.
In the photo, although the faces of the girls were blurred, his face was high-definition, so he couldn't even fool him.
His fiancée, who has a soft personality and has always been obedient to him, is uncharacteristically determined to dissolve the engagement.
In the past few days, Mr. Yingsheng has been utterly devastated. Being looked at with strange eyes outside, and being reprimanded by Ying Ying's father when he returned home, his life was extremely miserable.
He searched for several days, but failed to find the perpetrator.
Now I suddenly realized that, except for Yingjiao, no one can do this kind of thing!
"You're looking for death!" Mr. Yingsheng cursed and said harshly: "I don't even look at what kind of bastard I am! Do you think this kind of method can piss me off in front of my father?! You are dreaming! I tell you Yingjiao, you Mom is dead but my mom still…”
Yingjiao hangs up the phone expressionlessly, and pulls Mr. Ying's number into the blacklist.
He leaned against the wall, lowering his eyes indifferently, and the violent emotions in his heart kept piling up, so much that it almost burst his whole body.
Yingjiao's chest heaved violently, he endured it desperately, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took two deep puffs, and managed to suppress those dark emotions just now.
Jing Ci waited at the booth for a long time before Yingjiao came back.
There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body, and the expression on his face was the same as when he went out, but Jing Ci was very sensitive to people's emotions, and he could tell at a glance that Yingjiao was not in a good mood.
He had no intention of inquiring into other people's privacy, nor did he want to have a relationship with Yingjiao, but when he thought that this person had unconsciously accompanied him through the difficult time last night, he hesitated for a while, and asked, "Did something happen? "
"Huh?" Yingjiao raised his head.
"Are you in a bad mood?" Jing Ci is not good at comforting others. In the past, no one needed him to comfort him. He racked his brains to think of words, but in the end he could only dryly say: "Is there anything I can do for you?" ?”
Yingjiao was agitated in his heart, he tried his best to maintain a calm face, not wanting to lose his composure in front of Jing Ci. When I heard his first sentence, I wanted to fool it, but who knew that Jing Ci would have more to say.
"Yes." Yingjiao put down his chopsticks, raised the corners of his lips and looked at Jing Ci: "It depends on whether you are willing or not?"
Jing Ci nodded immediately: "You say, as long as I can do it."
The Yangzhi Ganlu in hand was still slightly cold, and she had just accepted Yingjiao's kind words from Jing Ci, and she simply gave her a guarantee.
Yingjiao chuckled, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looked straight at Jing Ci: "Then come here, give me a hug."
Jing Ci was startled: "What?"
Yingjiao stood up, took two steps forward, and said casually: "Isn't it possible to do everything? I need to hug you right now to relieve my emotions."
Jing Ci glared at him, then flinched back: "Stop making trouble!"
Seeing him avoiding him, Yingjiao smiled mockingly, turned around and said, "Let's go."
Jing Ci glanced at most of the leftover food: "You don't want to eat?"
Yingjiao hummed and stepped out the door.
Jing Ji hesitated for a moment, feeling a little reluctant, but remembering Ying Jiao's deep eyes, he still didn't say anything, and walked out silently.
The business of this tea restaurant is good, and the owner is quite business-minded. There are stacks of beautifully packaged desserts at the front desk. Sometimes customers feel good after eating, and they will take a box with them when they check out.
At this time, Yingjiao has already left the door immediately.
When passing by the front desk, Jing Ci paused, took two steps forward, and finally turned back: "I want a box of mango cakes."
On the way back to school, Yingjiao was unusually silent. He didn't tease Jing Ci or joke with him anymore. The two of them walked into the dormitory without saying a word.
At the gate of 301, Jing Ci stopped and called Yingjiao who was still walking forward: "Wait."
Yingjiao turned his head and looked at Jing Ci frivolously: "What, miss me?"
Jing Ci ignored him, took two steps forward, and stuffed the box of mango crisps into his hand.
Yingjiao was stunned for a moment, and for the first time, he was at a loss for words: "For... mine?"
"Yeah." Jing Ci nodded, took out the key to open the door, and said, "You didn't eat enough at noon."
The mango crisps are just out of the oven, and the bottom of the box is still slightly warm. Holding that delicate box in his hands, Yingjiao felt a sudden burn in his heart.
Something broke out of the ground at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a small sprout.
"You..." Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled a few times, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he reconfirmed: "Did you buy it for me?"
Jing Ci had already pushed open the dormitory door, and upon hearing this, he glanced at him and said calmly, "En."
Yingjiao closed his eyes, held the dessert box tightly, felt his heart beating faster and faster, and cursed in his heart.
Jing Ci ignored him and was about to close the door of the dormitory when Yingjiao suddenly reached out and blocked the door.
Jing Ci was puzzled: "Is there anything else?"
Yingjiao didn't enter his dormitory, just lowered his head slightly to look at him, and said with a light smile, "Now I know what you're telling the truth."
"what?"
"The poplar nectar at noon today," Yingjiao said, "is really sweet and delicious."
Jing Ji still didn't understand what he meant, and looked up at him with slightly wide eyes: "Ah? Why are you suddenly..."
Before he finished speaking, a slender finger suddenly touched his lips.
"The mouth is so sweet all of a sudden," Yingjiao rubbed his fingers slightly, his voice was low and hoarse: "Did you eat poplar nectar?"
He licked his lips, his aggressive eyes fell on Jing Ci's lips, and he said meaningfully: "Next time, give me a taste too."