The magical singing continued to circulate on the third floor. In the frozen atmosphere, the next door was silent for a full minute, and then there was the sound of a chair being thrown with a bang.
It seems that he is using this method to express his dissatisfaction.
"Oh no," Yingjiao held up his phone and smiled, "Is this for me?"
He turned to Jing Ci: "You lent me your mobile phone, and I got into a fight with him today. Believe it or not, I took two mobile phones and stood by his door?"
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ji really believed that Yingjiao could definitely do this kind of thing.
"Don't go," Jing Ci was afraid that he would go out and cause trouble, so he stepped to the door and blocked the door: "Go to sleep, there is no sound now."
Seeing Yingjiao stretching out his hand, as if he was going to shake the doorknob, he felt anxious, grabbed Yingjiao's cell phone, and pressed the pause button: "Listen, it's really silent."
Yingjiao looked down at him. Jing Ci didn't have the nerve to take off his clothes. He was still wearing school uniform pants on his legs. Only his upper body was covered with a thin white sweater, revealing his well-shaped collarbone.
The beautiful collarbone fossa just flashed past his eyes, as if deliberately inviting him to taste it.
Yingjiao's eyes darkened, he clenched his fists tightly, and tilted his head restrainedly.
He felt that after tonight, he could play the role of Liu Xiahui.
Seeing that Yingjiao didn't speak, Jing Ci thought that he hadn't given up the idea of continuing to provoke the next door. After thinking about it, he turned around and hung the chain lock on the top of the door.
"Go to sleep."
"Okay," Yingjiao's voice tightened, he coughed, turned around, turned his back to Jing Ci, and said, "Go to sleep first, and I'll see if they still make a sound."
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci couldn't understand where his persistence came from, but he was not a talkative person. After confirming that Yingjiao really wouldn't go out, he nodded and went back to bed.
The floor of this small hotel is tiled, not carpeted. Yingjiao stood at the door wearing thin disposable slippers, and the cold air quickly spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body.
The coldness suppressed the fiery body just right, until the reaction just now completely disappeared, Yingjiao then looked down and let out a guilty breath.
The neighbor next door seemed to be afraid of this series of parents, mothers, grandparents, and even when the music stopped, they were still as quiet as a chicken and didn't make any more fuss.
Yingjiao put away the phone and walked to the bedside.
Jing Ci was lying flat, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be really going to sleep.
Yingjiao endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and walked to his bedside.
Jing Ci opened his eyes as if feeling something, tilted his head slightly, and met Ying Jiao's smiling eyes. He bent his elbows to support his upper body, looked at Yingjiao: "Are you... what's wrong?"
"It's okay." Ying Jiao looked at him intently, and gently pushed Jing Ci down who wanted to sit up.
On such a quiet night with only the two of them, Yingjiao could hardly restrain the turbulent emotions in his heart.
He moved his fingers and said softly, "I just want to say good night to you."
Jing Ci was taken aback, his eyelashes trembled, and he said calmly, "Good night."
"Go to sleep." Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Yingjiao rubbed his head gently, smiled, turned and went to bed, and turned off the bedside lamp.
The whole room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and Jing Ci kept lying flat and motionless. After a long time, he slightly raised his hand and touched the place Yingjiao touched just now.
At six o'clock the next morning, Jing Ci woke up on time.
Yingjiao was still sleeping, and the quilt was rolled into a ball on his waist and abdomen, revealing two long, slender and straight legs. His facial features are three-dimensional, even if he is lying flat, his outline is still deep, and his expressionless face looks a bit cold.
Jing Ci landed on the ground softly, went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to a small stream, washed up improvisedly, cleaned up and walked out.
Yingjiao's sleep quality was excellent, but he still didn't wake up.
Jing Ci glanced at him, put on his shoes and went out with his wallet.
Because it is a school area, there are many snacks on this street.
The breakfast stalls were next to each other, Jing Ci walked through several stalls, and finally bought two portions of pork rice rolls, two pork buns, thought about Yingjiao's appetite, added another portion of siu mai, and then returned to the hotel .
Yingjiao still didn't wake up, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was disturbed by the sound of the whistle outside.
Jing Ci hesitated for a moment and didn't call him.
After he folded the quilt neatly and packed all his things into his schoolbag so as not to drop them when he left, he picked up a rice roll and planned to eat it at the small bar at the front desk.
Just when he got up, Yingjiao's hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Why do you wake up so early?"
He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, still unable to open his eyes, and asked Jing Ci: "What time is it?"
Jing Ci glanced at the phone: "Six forty-one."
Yingjiao rubbed his eyes, sat on the bed for a few more minutes, and got out of bed when his head gradually regained consciousness.
He walked to the bed and opened the curtains, and saw the breakfast on the table at a glance, surprised: "Did you buy it?"
Jing Ci nodded: "Go wash up."
Yingjiao pushed open the bathroom door, turned around and smiled at Jing Ci: "So caring."
Jing Ci ignored his joke, glanced at his messy quilt and the pillow that was about to fall under the bed, moved his fingers, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally went over to tidy the bed.
After washing up, Yingjiao was completely awake. He sat next to Jing Ci, broke off the disposable chopsticks, and handed them to him: "Eat, it will get cold later."
Jing Ci only took a box of rice rolls: "The rest is for you."
Yingjiao remembered his habit of not eating too much in the morning, and did not refuse: "Okay."
After breakfast, Ying Jiao was about to ask Jing Ci where he was going next, when he caught a glimpse of his bed and was stunned.
He remembered the first time he brought Jing Ci back to the dormitory. At that time, although Jing Ci felt very uncomfortable, he never mentioned the messy bed.
And now...
Yingjiao's eyes swept over the square quilt where the bed was stacked, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
The environment of this small hotel is really not very good. After eating, the two of them didn't stay in the room for too long. They simply tidied up before checking out and leaving.
Yingjiao is very familiar with this area, so he resigned from a cafe with a better environment.
"Write here?"
"Yes." Jing Ci nodded, looked at the menu above his head, picked out the cheapest red bean milk tea, and turned to Yingjiao: "What do you want?"
Yingjiao didn't answer but asked instead: "What about you?" After a pause, he added: "There are too many types, it's hard to pick."
Jing Ci didn't think too much, and said honestly, "Red bean milk tea."
"Okay." Yingjiao nodded, and turned to the clerk: "I want two cups of red bean milk tea, hot, with less sugar."
After speaking, he stepped in front of Jing Ci, put Jing Ci behind him, and directly took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay. The series of actions were smooth and smooth without any pause.
"You..." Jing Ji wanted to take out his mobile phone to transfer money to him, but Yingjiao pressed his hand helplessly: "Come on, did I give you money for breakfast?"
He looked down at the unclaimed red envelope on his WeChat, which was the accommodation fee sent to him by Jing Ci, and put away his phone: "You are so polite, do you hate me?"
Jing Ci blurted out: "No."
"That's fine." Yingjiao walked to the other side of the bar, took two cups of milk tea in his hand, raised his chin and pointed to the big table at the innermost side: "Let's go there."
The surroundings of the school are different from other places, and it will be deserted on weekends. At this moment, there were not many people in the cafe, and there was no other noise except for the light music played in the shop.
The two sat facing each other, with a paper spread out in front of one of them, and began to do the questions with their heads bowed.
Jing Ci brushed the papers very fast, before Yingjiao finished one, he started to do the second one.
Even knowing Jing Ci's level, Ying Jiao was still shocked by him.
He sighed in his heart, discarded the distracting thoughts in his mind, and tried his best to concentrate on the paper.
After studying hard for more than a month, Yingjiao has made amazing progress, and can basically solve some simple questions. Of course, it's not enough to be complicated, he has fallen too far before.
After finishing one paper, he took Jing Ci's paper and checked it, circled all the inconsistencies, and saved it for research when he finished writing, and then continued to work on the next one.
The two of them wrote like this all morning, and with Jingci around, Yingjiao was driven into the mood unknowingly, and they didn't go to eat until it was almost one o'clock.
After the meal, the two found a small shop nearby and sat for a while. After the school opened at 2:30, they went back to the dormitory.
Although only the third year of high school will go to school tomorrow, many sophomores will come back early.
When Jing Ji and Ying Jiao went to the classroom for self-study, they met many people.
"Are these people crazy?" Yingjiao Nahan: "Is there any vacation to come to school to study?"
Jing Ci turned his head and glanced at him.
Ying Jiaoxin said that he was different from those nerds.
Others study just for the sake of learning, while he...
Yingjiao looked at Jing Ci, he was doing it for a lifetime event.
The third day after the month-end holiday is the monthly exam.
The same as the previous rules, it is still the exam from senior one to senior two, and from senior two to senior one. The only difference is that Jing Ci rushed from the last examination room to the first examination room.
After the last Mathematical Olympiad test, no one doubted the authenticity of his first place.
Now, the forum no longer discusses whether he can take the first place in the forum, but directly discusses how many points he can beat the second place this time.
[First floor: I saw Mr. Jing Ci in the corridor. His calm attitude and peaceful expression made me amazed. Attached is a candid photo [picture]]
[Third floor: ah ah ah my male god is so handsome!]
[Fourth floor: ah, take a sip of the photo of the boss, and bless me with a high score in the exam this time!]
[Tenth Floor: Can you guess if Jing Ci can be the first this time?]
[Eleventh floor: Is this still a question? I guess this time Jing Ci can beat the second place by 15 points!]
[The thirteenth floor: 15 points is unlikely. Our school has always been the most difficult midterm. I feel that once the questions are easy, it is a bit difficult for the boss to get points.]
[20th Floor: About 10 minutes, I think, judging from the last time.]
[Thirty-third floor: Don't pretend, Jiang Chong also got a high score of 735 in the test, okay, 7 or 8 points at most, no more.]
[40th Floor: It's not sure who is pretending to be a force, but the 33rd floor looks like it's from the first class, poof. Zhou Chao's grades are also good, but he has never been as high-profile as you.]
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In the classroom of Class 7, Yingjiao packed up the stationery that will be used for the exam later, and turned to Jing Ci: "Little classmate, what do you think I will do in the exam this time?"
Jing Ci thought that he was nervous, and he was not good at comforting others, so he thought for a while before saying: "You have studied very seriously recently, and you will definitely improve."
Yingjiao helped him close the pencil case: "Believe me so much?" He smiled: "If you pass the exam, will you be rewarded?"
Jing Ji was startled: "What do you want?" He frowned and thought: "The math exercise book I picked out for you is almost finished, otherwise I..."
Yingjiao: "..."
Yingjiao took a deep breath and interrupted him: "You accompany me to the movies."
Afraid of Jing Ci's refusal, he added another sentence: "Only by combining work and rest can you learn better, otherwise..."
Jing Ci made a promise in front of Mr. Liu. He was afraid of winning arrogance and returning to his old ways, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go."
Yingjiao pulled out the corner of his lips, opened an app, with a triumphant smile on his face: "Let me see what movies are available this week..."
The smile on Yingjiao's mouth gradually disappeared.
For popular movies, from top to bottom, they are: two gunfight movies, three fighting movies, one ghost movie, and one youth romance movie.
The corner of Yingjiao's mouth twitched indistinctly. Other men might like this kind of blockbuster horror movie, but... even if he likes it, he can't watch it, he's dizzy...
What kind of luck is this.
Such a movie configuration has been rare for several years, and he just caught up with it.
But if you tell Jing Ci directly that you want to take him to watch that youth romance movie, will Jing Ci feel a little strange
Yingjiao decides to give it a try.
He handed the phone to Jing Ci, and said nonchalantly: "You choose, we can watch whichever you want."
Jing Ci took the phone and browsed carefully one by one. Every time his fingers rest on a movie, Yingjiao's heart becomes more nervous.
The school bully classmate idol has a ton of burden, and he refuses to take the initiative to remind Jing Ci of his weaknesses. He was also afraid that if he chose the wrong movie, he would get dizzy and make a fool of himself, which would affect his image in Jing Ci's heart.
"Have you chosen?" Yingjiao coughed and asked Jing Ci.
Jing Ci looked up at him.
"Which one do you want to watch?" Yingjiao asked again.
The interval between the two sentences does not exceed two seconds.
The corners of Jing Ci's lips were slightly raised, he lowered his eyes and hummed, and said lightly, "Look at this."
Yingjiao exhaled slowly, raised his eyes to look over, and was stunned.
Jing Ci chose the youth romance movie.