The emotion in Jing Ci's heart dissipated in an instant, and he blushed and stared at Yingjiao: "You, don't talk nonsense!"
Yingjiao looked at him in surprise: "When did I talk nonsense? It seems that you forgot. Come, come, brother, help you recall."
"It was dark and windy that night, and the colored lights in the box were flickering. Under the watchful eyes of more than 20 people in the class, I pushed you onto the sofa..."
Before he could finish his sentence, an exercise book was thrown over him.
Jing Ji couldn't bear it anymore, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"
Yingjiao easily blocked the exercise book, held it in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Wow, I won't admit it after I kiss you, little classmate, are you such a scumbag?"
Jing Ci suffocated: "We have no, no relationship!"
"Just kidding," Yingjiao casually threw the exercise book on the table and turned around: "At that time, more than half of the people in the class could testify. You said you didn't have a kiss if you didn't have a kiss?"
As he said, he reached out and knocked on He Porridge's table behind him: "Old He, I want to ask you something, the day we had dinner together..."
Before the following words could be said, Jing Ji covered his mouth tightly with his hands.
He Porridge was playing a game head-to-head with Peng Chengcheng, and saw the posture of the two of them. He lowered his head again expressionless, grabbed a copy of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and stood it up in front of his face, making a do-not-disturb appearance.
But his face was too big for the pages of the book to cover it. From Yingjiao's angle, you can even clearly see the twitching corners of his mouth...
"Huh?" Yingjiao grabbed Jing Ci's wrist, pulled his hand down, looked at He Porridge, and smiled: "Old He, I'm asking you about our dinner..."
"Don't ask!" Jing Ji's ears were red, he tried his best to suppress the heat on his face, and emphasized again in a low voice: "Don't ask!"
"How can you not ask a question of principle," Yingjiao said without blushing, his expression was very natural, and he turned around again: "Maybe I remembered it wrong."
He paused, and added: "It's not accurate to just ask He Porridge alone. Who else went there that day? Lao Zheng, Lao Peng, Wu Weicheng... all have to ask."
Jing Ci: "..."
Yingjiao looked at his blushing little face and suppressed a smile: "So are we kissing or not?"
Jing Ci took a deep breath, his face was so hot that he almost ignited spontaneously. He looked down at Yingjiao, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Dear, kiss."
"Really? Do you want to confirm again?"
Jing Ci closed his eyes, afraid that he would really ask, so he went all out: "Really! Kissed!"
Yingjiao was finally satisfied, rubbed his head and let him go.
Since sharing each other's secrets, the relationship between Jing Ci and Yingjiao has become much closer than before.
In the past, almost all the interactions between two people were Yingjiao's initiative. Except for studies, Jing Ci rarely talked to Yingjiao.
But now, during recess, Jing Ji would occasionally chat with Yingjiao, and although he was still shy when he molested him, he never got angry again. Sometimes even when Yingjiao smokes a lot, Jing Ci will remind him.
"It smells strong?" Yingjiao lowered his head and smelled it on himself: "Did it smell to you?"
"No, it's tasteless." Jing Ji put down the pen in his hand: "I saw it when you gave He Porridge cigarettes before."
Yesterday was a whole box, and now the box is dented.
Yingjiao laughed: "Just a few days."
He is not a big smoker, but he is a little anxious when his grades come out today. It's not good for a girl to complain to someone, so she can only hold it in her heart, and then use cigarettes to vent.
Yingjiao took out the cigarette case and wanted to smoke again.
Jing Ci glanced at him, Yingjiao coughed, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip of water, then threw the cigarette into the table hole: "Don't worry, I won't smoke."
Jing Ci's gaze stayed on his hand for a few seconds, and he looked up at the time. There were still seven minutes before class, and there would be time if he was quicker...
He pushed back the chair and went out.
With Jing Ci not by his side, Ying Jiao couldn't calm down even more. He looked around, turned around and wanted to chat with He Porridge and the others to divert his attention, but found that several people were gathering together, murmuring not knowing what they were doing.
Yingjiao reached out and knocked on their desktop: "What are you looking at?"
"Cough, cough, cough," He Porridge thought it was Teacher Liu who came, and almost threw his phone out in fright, patted his chest and said in horror, "My heart is about to be scared out of your head. Nothing new, just go to the forum every day. "
Because it has been confirmed that the results will come out today, everyone is discussing on the forum right now. Among them, there were the most posts about Jing Ci, and He Porridge and the others also saw this.
[Getting clear news, the red list will be posted later, waiting to see Jingshen's ranking.]
[Waiting for what rank? It's different like me, I just wait for the score.]
[Ah, I met Jingshen in the cafeteria this morning! When delivering the tray, he was in front of me, seeing that I had a lot of things in my hand, he gave me a seat directly! ! Does Jingshen treat me a little differently?]
[... Don't make trouble upstairs, Jing Ci has always been like this. In our class, we have to give way to the girls first when we get hot water.]
[Appeared, one of the three major illusions in the world: He likes me. That girl, are you going to laugh at me to death? Hahahahaha, it is impossible for Jing Ci to fall in love, absolutely not! Don't you see how many girls' hearts died at the door of our seventh class.]
[Ahhhhhhhhhh Jingshen Su arrived! Does anyone know what type of girl he likes? ?]
[Caveman upstairs?]
[Caveman?]
[What happen to you guys? … Is there a question I am asking?]
[It is said that there is something indescribable between Jingshen and Yingjiao, um...]
[Pfft, it's fake. Don't be brainwashed by the brainwashing bag. Who is Yingjiao? If there is something between the two of them, there will be no rumors about it.]
[It seems to be...]
[Ah, no one is allowed to make rumors about my husband! ! ! Jing Ci is on my bed!]
"Give me a look." Yingjiao didn't bother to take the phone, and directly reached out to He Porridge.
He Porridge thought of Jing Ci's fangirls and her husband and brother screaming, afraid that Yingjiao would get angry after reading it, so he subconsciously hid his phone behind his back, and said with a dry smile, "Just... just daily posts, nothing to see. "
Yingjiao raised his eyebrows, he didn't want to see it that much at first, but after He Porridge covered it up like this, he still had to watch it.
Yingjiao stood up, held He Porridge with one hand, grabbed the phone with the other, and looked down slowly.
The more he looked at him, the colder his face became, and He Porridge was frightened. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said, "It's all nonsense, nonsense, Brother Jiao, don't read."
As he said that, he wanted to grab the phone back, but Yingjiao dodged it.
He Porridge was in a hurry, and whispered: "Nowadays girls are like this. What is there a saying? 'As long as my brother is handsome, I will be there anytime', calling her husband brother or something, purely to admire the face, no other meaning."
Yingjiao frowned and raised his head: "What is pure appreciation of face? Are you saying that Jing Ci has no talent?"
He Congee: "..."
Is this the point now? !
He Porridge took a deep breath: "A slip of the tongue."
"What...can you give me your phone?"
Yingjiao had nowhere to vent, and this post happened to hit him. He rolled up his sleeves, tapped the screen, and was about to log in to his account and fight himself: "Spreading rumors? I'll let them see if Jing Ci and I are spreading rumors today."
He Porridge almost fainted, and was thinking of going all out and grabbing the phone, when Jing Ci came back.
Yingjiao's hands paused, and he buckled down the phone screen. Just as he was about to ask where Jing Ci had gone, he saw Jing Ci take out a bag of coconut candy from his pocket.
He tore open the package, first distributed some to He Porridge and Li Zhou, and finally turned to Yingjiao, and put the rest on his table.
"For me?"
Jing Ci hummed lightly.
"Why do you suddenly want to buy candy?"
Jing Ci's answer was still very simple: "I want to eat."
"Want to eat?" Yingjiao chuckled, glanced at his empty table, and nodded: "Well, I want to eat, so I didn't save a piece for myself."
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, looked down, and immediately realized the mistake he had made.
Yingjiao unhurriedly peeled off a piece of candy, and asked Jing Ci: "You bought it for me?"
Jing Ji's ears turned red, he was silent for a few seconds, and nodded slightly.
"Why buy this for me?" Yingjiao stuffed the peeled candy into Jing Ci's mouth, rubbed his lips casually with his fingers, and whispered: "One of you is sweet enough, and you still need it." Candy?"
Jing Ji pushed the candy aside with the tip of his tongue, automatically blocked his flirting, and lowered his eyes and said, "I heard that it's better to eat a candy when you want to smoke."
Yingjiao was taken aback for a moment, and a smile slowly overflowed from his eyes.
What kind of luck did he have to meet such a big baby.
Yingjiao returned the phone to He Congee, peeled off another piece of candy and swallowed it, only to feel that it was so sweet all the way to his heart.
Those people in the post can only have sex on the Internet.
He is the one who sits next to Jing Ci every day. He is the only one who can let Jing Ci buy candy in person.
After the third get out of class in the morning, Jing Ci went to the bathroom. Not long after he left, He Porridge and the others came back yelling.
With He Porridge's size, the door slammed so loudly that the glass on it shook several times. Yingjiao frowned, and was about to say a few words to him, when He Porridge shouted excitedly: "The result is out! Our Jing Ci is still the first!"
The attention of the students in Class 7 was immediately attracted, and they gathered around and asked—
"How many points?"
"Do you have the strength to crush those people in the supernormal class?"
"Where's the score? Have you read it?"
He Porridge sighed, and the hearts of the students in Class Seven suddenly rose.
Could it be that Jing Ci didn't score much higher than the second one this time? No way
He Porridge lost the appetite of a group of people, and then said slowly: "Hey, it's a step back from last time. This time, I only got 747 in the test, which is only 15 points higher than the second place Zhou Chao."
Group seven: "..."
When a group of people came to their senses, they immediately surrounded He Porridge and beat him violently.
He Porridge laughed and rushed out of the siege, panting and ran to Yingjiao's side: "You are awesome, brother Jiao, your total score is 488!"
488, 88 points more than the last test.
Yingjiao's heart was finally let go, and he finally lived up to the notes that Jing Ci worked so hard to write.
Zheng Que put He Piao's shoulders on his shoulders, and blew rainbow farts to Yingjiao: "Niubi is still my brother Jiao, Niubi, what you do is like a row!"
Peng Chengcheng also gave him a thumbs up.
He Porridge took a breath, but he still couldn't believe that Yingjiao would improve so much. He pulled a chair, sat next to Yingjiao, and asked, "Brother Jiao, how did you learn it?"
Yingjiao stuffed a piece of coconut candy into his mouth, leaned on the chair lazily, pursed his lips and said: "In the past month, I have realized a truth..."
The three of He Porridge pricked up their ears and listened attentively to what he said.
Yingjiao: "Only by working hard can you realize how important talent is."
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."
You shouldn't expect this old hooligan to speak human words!
He Porridge rolled his eyes at him, stood up and was about to leave, when he heard Yingjiao say again: "Of course, it's not just talent."
He Porridge sat down again, and finally he wanted to show his face.
"what else?"
Yingjiao glanced at Jing Ci's seat: "Jing Ci's life is good."
"What?" He Porridge was confused by what he said, and he couldn't figure out how Yingjiao could have something to do with Jing Ciming after taking the exam.
He looked at Yingjiao without words: "No, Brother Jiao, you can just say something else. Does this have anything to do with Jing Ci's fate? Don't talk nonsense."
Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Why doesn't it matter?"
He Porridge got into a fight with him today, slapped the table to stand up, and said loudly, "Then what do you mean?"
Yingjiao chuckled, "Wanfu."
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."