"No need." Jing Ci's breathing was a little short, he clenched the doorknob tightly, and emphasized again: "No need."
Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you use it?" He stuck the door and looked at Jing Ci: "Didn't you rub each other with Wu Weicheng before, why can't you come to me?"
Jing Ci didn't know what happened to him.
When Mingming talked to Wu Weicheng about taking a bath, it was as natural as eating and drinking. But when it comes to Yingjiao, if you think about it for a while, you will feel ashamed.
"I..." He stammered, "You don't take a bath..."
Yingjiao immediately said: "Then I will take it off now and wash it with you."
Jing Ci's face turned red.
Seeing this, Yingjiao's smile deepened. He stretched out his hand and squeezed Jing Ci's face, took a step back, and let go of his hand: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, go wash it."
Jing Ji heaved a sigh of relief, didn't even bother with him, and quickly closed the door.
Yingjiao glanced at the closed bathroom door, walked away and sat on the sofa.
The two of them came out after class, and they haven't eaten yet. Yingjiao took out his mobile phone and opened the food delivery app to browse store by store.
In the bathroom, Jing Ci seemed to have started washing, and the sound of dripping water continued.
Yingjiao took a deep breath, changed to sit on the end of the sofa farthest from the bathroom, and continued to look at the phone.
However, the sound of the water seemed to be deliberately against him, and it always drilled into his ears with all its strength, so that he couldn't do it if he didn't want to hear it.
Yingjiao was holding the phone, but his eyes gradually lost focus.
The thoughts in his mind were like wild horses running wild. For a while, he thought about where Jing Ci was washing now, and for a while, he wondered whether Jing Ci used the bathtub he used...
The flamboyant old hooligan in Wannian Sao, his ears are gradually turning red.
Yingjiao coughed, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and turned up the volume.
A popular song is playing on the TV, and a clear male voice is singing: "Burn it..."
Yingjiao... Yingjiao felt that he was about to burn up.
He glanced down at his pants and cursed in a low voice. He reached for the bottle of mineral water that he had just taken out of the refrigerator, and applied it to his face.
"Hiss—" Yingjiao suddenly shivered, but the heat in his heart not only did not subside, but became even more restless.
"Fuck." Yingjiao threw the mineral water irritably, walked to the window awkwardly, and opened it.
The cold and damp wind came in from the window in an instant, Yingjiao turned sideways, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and ordered takeaway while smoking, until the cigarette was exhausted, he felt better.
He put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, put down his phone and closed the window.
The sound of water in the bathroom continued, teasing him from time to time. Yingjiao snorted, threw the phone on the sofa, went to the bathroom door and knocked on it with his fingers.
The sound of water inside stopped suddenly, and then Jing Ji's panicked voice came: "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes," Yingjiao leaned on the wall lazily, with a hoarse voice: "I'm ordering takeaway, and I'm asking if you want mutton."
"Eat," Jing Ji wiped the water stains on his face, and said, "I'm not picky about food, I can do anything."
"There is always a preference," Yingjiao was about to be blown up by the fire in his body, and he refused to let go: "You open the door, I will hand you the phone, and you can read it yourself."
Jing Ci choked, and immediately said: "No, I'll eat whatever you order."
"real?"
"Really, really." Jing Ji was forced by him, and said "really" twice in a row, for fear that he couldn't wait to open the door and come in.
Taking a bath at someone else's house, Jing Ci didn't have the nerve to lock the door behind her, lest she be impolite.
"Okay." Yingjiao smiled: "I see, you can continue washing."
After teasing Jing Ci for a while, Yingjiao felt much more comfortable. He took another cigarette out of his pocket and was about to light it, when he suddenly thought that Jing Ci would come out later, paused, and threw the lighter.
Yingjiao's bathroom is exquisitely decorated, the heating system automatically adjusts the temperature, the shower has a large flow of water, and the water is even. If you don't want the person outside, Jingci's shower is very comfortable.
He didn't dare to delay for too long, because he was afraid of missing the evening Mathematical Olympiad class, and because he always felt uncomfortable thinking about Yingjiao. After scrubbing it hastily, I squeezed some shampoo into my palm and prepared to wash my hair.
When I turned off the shower, my eyes inadvertently glanced at the storage rack above, and my movements suddenly stopped.
In a row of toiletries, there is a bottle of shampoo that is exactly the same as in my own hand. Yingjiao seems to have been used, and there is still a little light blue liquid on the mouth of the bottle.
Jing Ci pursed his lips, looked away, and remembered Ying Jiao's sentence "We both smell the same", and his cheeks became slightly hot.
More than half an hour later, Jing Ci had washed thoroughly. He wiped off the water droplets on his body, dressed neatly, folded the dirty clothes and put them in a plastic bag.
Yingjiao's bathroom installed a defogging device on the edge of the mirror, so even if Jing Ci had just taken a shower, there was not even a trace of fog in the room except for the humid spots.
Jing Ci looked in the bathroom, found a rag from the corner, washed it, and began to wipe the floor little by little.
Yingjiao had already noticed that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, but no one came out after waiting for a long time. He endured it, but in the end he couldn't, he walked over and knocked on the door.
"It will be ready soon." Jing Ci replied and continued to wipe the floor.
Yingjiao heard that his voice was wrong, frowned and continued to ask: "What are you doing? I went in."
Pausing for a few seconds, Jing Ci didn't object. He twisted the doorknob, opened the door, and saw Jing Ci squatting on the ground at a glance.
Hearing the movement, Jing Ci turned around and smiled at him: "It's almost over."
"You..." Yingjiao was speechless for a while, he looked at Jing Ci with a complicated expression: "Don't clean up, auntie will come tomorrow."
Jing Ci was rubbing the last row of tiles, and said without raising his head when he heard the words: "It's a matter of convenience."
Yingjiao's eyes swept around the bathroom, he lifted the unbuttoned shower gel cap and it was tightly buttoned, the edge of the shampoo bottle was also cleaned up, and the tiles on the floor were almost wiped. It glowed, and not even a little water stain could be found.
Yingjiao's heart beat heavily, and his chest was so tight that he could hardly speak.
Jing Ci is really too obedient, so obedient it makes people feel distressed.
When you come to his house to take a shower, you have to clean up the used bathroom, for fear of leaving him with a little trouble.
No one is born sensible, children who are pampered and grown up will always be a little unscrupulous. But from Jing Ci, Ying Jiao couldn't see even a little coquettishness.
He is tenacious, hardworking, sensible and adaptable. Like a small grass, even after wind and rain, it still wants to live unyieldingly.
The lack of sunshine, rain, dew and fertile soil doesn't matter. He never relies on the charity of others, but only strives to grab everything he can, accumulate nutrients little by little, and grow up silently.
Yingjiao took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to pull Jing Ci up.
Unprepared, Jing Ji was staggered by him, supported the sink to stand still, wondering: "What's wrong?"
Yingjiao closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down: "You don't need to wipe it."
"It's okay," Jing Ci glanced down, "There's only one line left, I'll soon..."
Before he finished speaking, the rag in his hand was suddenly snatched by Yingjiao.
"Is this business?" Yingjiao squatted down, pointed to the few floor tiles closest to the shower, and chuckled, "I'll come, how can I let you do this kind of rough work."
After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and started wiping while holding the rag.
His movements were clumsy and unskilled, he wiped it here and rubbed it there, it seemed that he had never done this kind of work before.
Jing Ji stared at him blankly, and then slowly said after a few seconds: "It's already clean."
Yingjiao exhaled, stood up, and raised his hand to throw the rag aside. The moment he was about to let go, he suddenly remembered Jing Ci's obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Before the brain could react, the hand had already been retracted spontaneously.
He rinsed the rag, tried a few times, and folded it into a symmetrical square before placing it in the corner.
"Come here." He waved to Jing Ci and turned on the faucet: "Wash your hands and let's eat."
Yingjiao used a little force, the water flowed down instantly and fell into the washbasin, splashing the edge of the sink with water droplets.
Jing Ci took a step back a little later, reached out and turned off the faucet.
Yingjiao was puzzled and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Jing Ci didn't speak.
He lowered his head, held the cuff of the school uniform with his left hand that hadn't touched the rag, and folded it up evenly, with each layer having the same width. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows before stopping.
Yingjiao laughed, raised his hand, and was just about to roll up his sleeves casually, when suddenly a slender white hand stretched out beside him.
Yingjiao paused.
Jing Ci remained silent, saying nothing. Little by little, using the same technique, Yingjiao's sleeves were rolled up.
When the two of them left the bathroom, the takeaway happened to be delivered.
Yingjiao didn't do so many tricks, he only ordered two steamed mutton dumplings, one grassland vegetable mix, and two grilled lamb chops.
After an afternoon of class, the two of them were already hungry. After sweeping away all the dishes, Yingjiao looked at the time and picked up the car keys: "Go back to school."
Jing Ci was putting the last takeaway box into a bag, and nodded upon hearing this: "Okay."
With a takeaway bag in one hand and his dirty clothes in the other, he was about to go out.
"Wait." Yingjiao pinched his back collar and pulled him back: "Leave the dirty clothes, I have an aunt here to wash them regularly, so you have to do it yourself. After it is dry, I will wash it again." Take it back for you."
"No need," Jing Ji refused, "I'll just wash it myself."
Yingjiao didn't listen to him, and directly snatched the plastic bag from his left hand, threw it on the ground, and grabbed Jing Ci's wrist: "Let's go."
"Wait..." Jing Ji struggled to go back.
Yingjiao hissed: "Why are you so disobedient?" He opened the door with one hand, and was about to push Jing Ci out.
"I..." Jing Ci's cheeks flushed, he turned his head uncomfortably, and whispered, "My underwear is..."
"Cough," Yingjiao coughed, not knowing what he thought of, and his cheeks couldn't help feeling a little hot.
He let go of Jing Ci: "You can take the underwear, but you have to keep the coat, do you hear me?"
After a pause, he chuckled and added: "Otherwise, don't take them away."
Jing Ci pursed her lower lip and nodded slightly.
Yingjiao's home is very close to the school, and it takes less than ten minutes to ride a bicycle. When the two entered the school gate, Yingjiao stopped and waved his hands towards the pavilion: "Uncle, I'm back."
The doorman raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw it was him, he smiled immediately: "Okay, I see." He groped in the drawer a few times, took out a small bag of winter dates, walked out and handed it to Yingjiao: "Take it and eat it. My wife has washed it all."
"Oh, there is such a good thing." Yingjiao stretched out his hand to take it unceremoniously, first stuffed one into Jing Ci's mouth, and then took one to eat by himself, chewing and cracking: "Next time I'll bring you some more cigarettes, and I'm leaving."
"Let's go, let's go back and study hard."
There was still time, Jing Ci sent the toiletries to the dormitory first, and then went to the small classroom.
Before entering the door, he turned his head and told Yingjiao: "I have to finish the set of comprehensive papers tonight, and the rest of the time..." He pondered for a while, and said a little reluctantly: "Do a few math problems and take a break."
Yingjiao: "..."
Why do math problems have anything to do with rest
He leaned against the wall helplessly, looked at Jing Ci: "Got it, little classmate, I promise to complete the task, go in."
Jing Ci nodded, opened the door and walked in.
Jing Ci came a little late today, except for him, all the students in the Mathematical Olympiad class arrived.
Zhou Chao was reading a book on his seat. When he saw him, he grabbed his arm as if he had met his relatives: "Ah, what should I do, I'm a little nervous!"
Jing Ci was in a good mood, and smiled at him: "Why are you nervous?"
"Examination results!" Zhou Chao looked at the door and whispered: "Let me tell you, don't look at Teacher Zhao who is usually smiling, but he is cruel when he scolds people! This time the question is a bit difficult. I have several questions. The questions are muddled, what if I fail the exam?!"
"It's okay," Jing Ji comforted him: "You find it difficult, and so do others."
Zhou Chao thought so too, and felt a little relieved.
He may be the man who can be the top three in the school, he is not afraid!
A few minutes later, the bell for the first self-study class rang, and Mr. Zhao stepped in, holding books and papers.
In the small classroom, the hearts of a dozen people suddenly rose.
Teacher Zhao couldn't see any joy or anger on his face. He put the paper on the podium and said straight to the point: "The test results will be announced later!"
Zhou Chao gulped and swallowed.
"Li Wan: 35. We have to continue to work hard on this result, after all, our goal is not to save the second and the third."
"Wang Jin: 40. What's the matter with Wang Jin? Did you step on stilts during this time? You're floating so badly!"
"..."
"Jiang Chong: 75. It's still a little dangerous to be in the top ten in the province. We have to keep working hard."
"Zhou Chao: 80. Why are you smiling? Your big teeth are showing! Do you think this score is quite high?"
Teacher Zhao snorted, raised his right hand, shook the last paper in his hand, and finally showed the first smile on his face: "Jing Ci, 82!"
The small classroom exploded with a bang!
Zhou Chao had just left the podium a few steps, when he heard Jing Ci's score, he turned back, grabbed the paper from Teacher Zhao, and flipped it left and right.
That's right, it is indeed 82! That's right!
He returned to his seat with a dull expression, and put the paper on Jing Ci's table. After a minute's delay, with a stiff neck, he looked at Jing Ci with a click: "Didn't you never learn the Mathematical Olympiad before?"
"Ah," Jing Ci was studying the paper, and he was very dissatisfied with his score. Hearing Zhou Chao's words, he raised his head and said, "I have learned it."
Hearing this, Zhou Chao's boiling psychology was finally balanced. He was just about to say something when he heard Jing Ci continue: "I have been studying by myself for several years."
Zhou Chao: "..."
I hate!