Jing Ci followed Yingjiao out of the toilet, suddenly felt a little itchy in his nose, he reached out to touch it, and got a nosebleed.
The boy played hard from the beginning.
Jing Ji suddenly had the urge to turn around and go back, and hit him a few times with the mop.
Yingjiao walked in front, carefully thinking about Jing Ci's abnormality today, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the person next to him was gone. Turning his head to look, Jing Ci stood behind him motionless, covering his face with his right hand.
He hesitated, but walked back and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No, it doesn't matter." Jing Ji put down his hands: "It's bleeding, I'll go back and wash it."
Jing Ci had a lot of blood, and he wiped it with his hand again, half of his face was blood red. The visual impact caused in an instant can be described as thrilling.
Yingjiao's head buzzed, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"What's wrong?" Jing Ci wanted to walk back, but seeing that Yingjiao's state was not right, he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it off: "I have a lot of blood on my face?"
"Don't move!" There was a layer of cold sweat on Yingjiao's forehead, and his stomach was faintly nauseated. He closed his eyes, grabbed Jing Ci's wrist, and stopped him from moving.
"You were injured just now?" Jing Ci missed the key point, thinking that something wrong with Yingjiao was caused by being beaten. He glanced back in the direction of the toilet, a little worried.
After beating that boy, he has been forced to tie up with Yingjiao. Seeing Yingjiao like this, it is estimated that the injury is not serious, and his combat effectiveness is not good.
If that group of people came out now, the two of them would have almost no resistance and could only be pressed to the ground and rubbed against each other.
In the critical moment, Jing Ci remained calm and unruffled. He pursed his lips, and suddenly pinched Yingjiao's arm fiercely, and said rationally: "Hold on, you will die until you are out of the range of the toilet."
He was merciless in this pinch, and abruptly pulled Yingjiao out of his dizziness.
Yingjiao: "..."
Yingjiao hissed, and subconsciously looked towards the painful place: "What the hell are you..."
Jing Ci's hands were stained with blood, and when he touched Yingjiao's skin, the blood was naturally rubbed against it. As soon as Yingjiao lowered his eyes, his eyes were filled with that bloody lump.
Yingjiao staggered and fell headfirst onto Jing Ci.
what happened? Jing Ci was at a loss.
Jing Ci carefully recalled the scene just now, then looked at his own hands, then at Yingjiao's blood-stained arm, and then at the person on top of him...
After repeating this several times, he finally came to a dumbfounded conclusion: the school bully of Experimental Middle School, known as Brother Jiao, Yingjiao!
He... fainted.
No wonder in the original book it is written that Yingjiao never slaps his face when fighting, and he never breaks people's heads.
Co-authoring this point made countless book fans scream and cry to give Yingjiao a monkey, and even gave him the title of "School Bully Gentleman" because of it. It's an internal injury! It's not because he has manners, he always saves some face when he starts!
It's because he's dizzy!
Jing Ci lowered his head, and the human-shaped nuclear bomb that easily overturned a group of people with one-on-one in the toilet just now was pressing his eyebrows against his chest, harmlessly like a large pillow.
Jing Ci was silent for a while before accepting this fact.
He pushed Yingjiao: "Can you still get up?"
Yingjiao didn't respond.
Jing Ji pushed him again, and calmly said: "If you don't get up again, the ones behind will come up."
Yingjiao frowned, but still didn't respond.
Just when Jing Ci was about to pinch him again, Ying Jiao suddenly pressed his hand with difficulty.
Seeing that he was conscious, Jing Ji asked tentatively, "Shall I take you to the infirmary?"
Yingjiao closed his eyes for a while, then ground his teeth lightly: "I cleaned up your face."
Jing Ci said honestly: "I can't see."
Yingjiao let out a sigh of relief, took off his school uniform jacket with force, and threw it on Jing Ci's head.
A minute later, Jing Ci, with his face covered in school uniform and only two eyes exposed, staggered forward while supporting the cold-faced, half-paralyzed school bully with his right hand.
Three minutes later, the two of them were bathed in the scorching sun of the autumn tiger, standing in place, motionless, like two salted fish waiting to be dried in the sun.
The dizziness in Yingjiao's mind has not yet passed, so he can only lean most of his body's center of gravity on Jing Ci. He closed his eyes and sneered: "Fu is addicted, can't bear to leave?"
Jing Ci turned to look at him.
Yingjiao could feel his gaze without opening his eyes, and lazily said: "What's the matter? Is your brother handsome?"
"He's quite handsome," Jing Ci replied seriously, paused, and said, "I just want to ask you, where is the school doctor's office?"
Yingjiao: "..."
Yingjiao closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "You have been in the provincial experiment for a year, and every once in a while because you were beaten to the school doctor's office, the time you stayed in the school doctor's room was longer than the time in the classroom, tell me now, you I don’t know how to get to the school doctor’s office?”
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci looked fearless: "Say it or not, or I'll leave you here."
Yingjiao: "..."
Fuck, why is this little pervert so abnormal today.
Ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at the school infirmary with difficulty.
Yingjiao's haemorrhage is quite serious, but fortunately, he doesn't need to hang glucose. The school doctor vacated a hospital bed for him and asked him to lie flat for about five minutes, then ordered Jing Ci to pour a cup of hot water to cool down, and then feed him after five minutes.
After Yingjiao settled down, Jing Ci took off the school uniform on his head, and borrowed some water from the school doctor to wash his hands and face.
The school doctor stood by and watched for a while, seeing that he couldn't wash in the right place, so he moved a chair and put it in front of the half-length mirror, took the basin of water and put it on the stool, and said to Jing, "wash in front of the mirror. "
Jing Ci paused with his hands, and walked to the half-length mirror with downcast eyes.
"You kids, if you don't study hard every day, you only think about making troubles, and you will regret it later." The school doctor adjusted the direction of his chair while nagging: "When you reach my age, you will understand. I really envy you guys..."
Pointing to the little scrape on Jing Ci's cheek, he said, "You were lucky this time, the injury was mild, otherwise such a beautiful face would have a scar, and I won't regret it after seeing you."
As the school doctor said, he couldn't help but glance at the mirror again.
The boy in the mirror has fair complexion and delicate features. The eyelashes are long and thick, like two small fans. Because of the drooping eyes, the shape of the eyes is completely outlined by the eyelashes, and the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, as if they have their own eyeliner. When they are not smiling, they are cold and beautiful. When he pursed his lips in embarrassment, he had a handsome youthful air.
Even a mess of shit-yellow hair can't hide this outstanding face.
Jing Ci's body froze, trembling eyelashes slowly raised his eyes, and after a few seconds of mental construction, he looked at the dusty mirror.
When he saw it, he was stunned, he didn't even know that the school doctor wiped some iodine on his face.
This face... He involuntarily stretched out his hand to stroke it, and it looked exactly the same as before, even the little red mole on the earlobe was exactly the same.
"I'm afraid." The school doctor shook his head, thinking, after all, he was still a child.
"Don't mess around next time."
Exactly the same name, exactly the same face, what is going on
Jing Ci digested it for a while, and then suppressed the astonishment and doubts in his heart, and thanked the school doctor seriously: "I see, thank you."
Yingjiao has almost slowed down now, and he opened his eyes in surprise when he heard Jing Ci's answer.
When did this little pervert become so polite
He shouldn't be the same as usual, with a sullen face, saying: It's none of your business.
Yingjiao took a sip of water and lowered his eyes to cover up the doubts in his eyes.
"Let me wipe your arm for you." Jing Ci actually didn't want to get in touch with Yingjiao more, but first, the blood was rubbed up by himself, and second, sending the Buddha to the west, the first ninety-nine steps were all Let's go, not short of the last step.
Yingjiao stretched out his arm upon hearing this.
Jing Ci's strength was neither light nor heavy, just right, Yingjiao narrowed his eyes comfortably, and suddenly smiled.
Jing Ci looked up at him, as if asking him why he was smiling.
"Okay, little brother, the routine is pretty smooth."
Jing Ci looked puzzled.
"Did you just think about this scene when you rubbed the blood on me?" Yingjiao curled his lips: "For an interview, after chasing for a year, how does it feel to finally touch the arm of your sweetheart?"
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci stuffed his arms back into the quilt indifferently, stood up and stayed away from him, and didn't answer.
"I'm going back."
He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. He also has to go out to get his hair dyed and cut. I don't know how long it will take. It will be bad if he delays his evening self-study.
It was one thing to guarantee in front of Mr. Liu, and the more part was that Jing Ci wanted to go.
Suddenly transmigrating into the novel, no matter how calm and restrained he is, he still has no real feeling in his heart.
Jing Ci now urgently needs to do a few questions to calm down.
Nothing gave him security except mathematics.
Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "Go back?"
Jing Ji hummed: "You can't be late for evening self-study."
Yingjiao was annoyed by him. A person who went to class and slept every day, and even handed in blank papers in exams, told him to be honest and study by himself at night
teasing him.
"Wait a minute." Yingjiao put down the paper cup, took a band-aid from the table, and beckoned Jing Ci to come over.
Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, but still walked to his bedside: "Is there anything else?"
"What happened today," Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ci's collar, forced him to bend down, and slowly put the Band-Aid on Jing Ci's mouth, and patted it twice: "It's rotten in my heart, understand Is it?"
When he was cold-faced, his long and narrow eyes were dark, and his whole body was enveloped in an extremely dangerous aura, like a large beast hunting in the jungle.
Sinister, cruel.
Jing Ci is not afraid of him.
If he had the ability to beat himself, he dared to perform bloodletting for him on the spot.
"Speak well, what do you need to do?" Jing Ci angrily tore off the band-aid on his mouth, "I didn't say no to you."
Yingjiao lightly tapped the surface of the bed, he really felt that this little pervert was a different person now.
In the past, as long as Jing Ci frowned, he would hide away, let alone confront him head-on. And... According to his determination to die and live for himself, how could he have such a reaction when he had the opportunity to touch himself.
"Oh?" Yingjiao suddenly became interested. He sat up, looked at Jing Ci, and said with a half-smile: "Why should I trust you?"
Jing Ji felt that he was questioning his character, and said coldly, "I have a tight mouth."
Ying Jiao leaned on the head of the bed, looking at Jing Ci.
The little pervert's eyelashes are thick and slender, and the eye shape is outlined slightly longer. When he is not smiling, he looks very glamorous. But at this moment he looked at himself with dissatisfaction, those black eyes were glistening, and for some reason, he vented that coldness inexplicably, and even looked a little soft, which made people want to Bully.
As for his mouth that sells so hard...
Yingjiao's eyes turned around on the naturally ruddy lips, suddenly smiled, and said meaningfully: "How tight?"
The author has something to say: Small theater, Yingjiao: To be reasonable, I, an invincible school bully who has beaten all over the campus, am actually dizzy? !
Lian Dashuo: Yes, so you also have a nickname Jiaojiao.
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