Jing Ci didn't understand the connotation, but felt that there was something wrong with his expression, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he nodded foolishly: "Yes, it's missing a centimeter."
Yingjiao couldn't help laughing.
Jing Ci glanced at the screen again in confusion, is his height and weight so funny
Yingjiao leaned over and whispered a few words into his ear. Jing Ci's face turned red in an instant, and he jumped off the measuring instrument unbearably, and seemed to flee to the study.
With one hand in his pocket, Yingjiao followed behind him slowly. When he lowered his head to pretend to be a partridge, he sat next to him and touched his arm: "Give me a sermon question?"
Yingjiao has a thorough understanding of Jing Ci, and he knows best how to tease him before comforting him. Sure enough, after he said this, Jing Ci immediately raised his head, suppressing his embarrassment and asking, "Which question?"
Yingjiao smiled and opened the exercise book.
He didn't lie to Jing Ci. When he was doing the papers in the afternoon, he did encounter several questions that he didn't know. Jing Ci was concentrating on brushing up the questions at that time, so he didn't bother, and now he has saved a lot.
Focusing on the test questions, most of Jing Ci's shame went away. He did some calculations on the straw paper, raised his head and said to Yingjiao: "The front of this question is to investigate the basic knowledge. Instrument A is the condenser tube, and the entrance for water to flow into instrument A is b. Are you asking the little question at the back?"
Yingjiao's face became serious, and he hummed: "The fourth and fifth small questions."
Jing Ci nodded to show that he knew, and said, "Come here and have a look, the fourth small question is to ask for the sulfur dioxide content in the wine..."
The two of them talked and memorized, and soon, the problems accumulated by Yingjiao were solved.
"OK." Yingjiao habitually wrote down a few difficult points in his notes, planning to review them again every few days. He took out an unfinished blank paper from his schoolbag, spread it on the table, and said with a chuckle, "What would I do without you."
Jing Ci lowered her eyes and pursed her lower lip, feeling a little sweet in her heart.
He had finished his homework, so he watched the Mathematical Olympiad while accompanying Yingjiao.
At half past nine, Yingjiao still had a set of math papers and a set of English papers left unfinished.
Jing Ci looked at the time, and when Yingjiao stopped writing and stretched his fingers, he said to him, "I have to go back."
"Why are you going?" Yingjiao glanced at him, "I'm staying at my house tonight."
Jing Ji was taken aback, and subconsciously refused: "No need, I..."
Yingjiao interrupted him, earnestly inducing: "You have to check your grades tomorrow morning, so it's inconvenient to go home. My internet speed is good here, and no one will grab your computer."
What Yingjiao said is correct, the Jing family does not have a study room, and the computer is in the master bedroom. Jing Ci has never touched it so far, but—
"I can check it on my phone."
Yingjiao sneered: "Nonsense, there must be many people checking the score at that time, your mobile phone is faster than the computer?"
Jing Ci was silent, and said after a few seconds: "It's okay, I'll check later."
Why are you so stubborn
Yingjiao was helpless: "What's wrong with staying at my house for one night? No one else, just the two of us, are you embarrassed? It's not like we haven't slept together before." He paused, and added: "You still like go home?"
Jing Ji was silent, even if he tried to find an excuse to refuse Yingjiao, he couldn't say that he liked returning to Jing's house.
"That's it." Yingjiao stretched out a hand to him: "Give me the phone."
Jing Ci was stunned: "What are you doing?"
"Call your house and tell me." Yingjiao smiled: "Let me talk."
Jing Ji was still a little hesitant, he had never lived in other people's homes. Especially that person is Yingjiao, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.
"The day after tomorrow is the new year," Yingjiao leaned on the back of the chair, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Just treat it as a new year with me in advance, okay?"
Without mentioning Yingjiao, Jing Ji hadn't thought of it yet. Not only is he alone, but so is Yingjiao.
Jing Ji suddenly felt that he was a bit hypocritical, he actually liked staying with Ying Jiao very much.
Just because he didn't know why he was nervous, he blindly refused Yingjiao, forcing him to say such weak words...
Thinking of Yingjiao spending the holidays alone at home, Jing Ji felt tight in his chest.
He took out his mobile phone, found Father Jing's number and dialed it, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "Okay."
As soon as the call was connected, before Jing Ci could speak, Father Jing reprimanded him: "You still know how to call me? I thought you died outside?! Come back to me quickly! It's midnight, the whole family Don't sleep waiting to open the door for you... "
Yingjiao was right next to Jing Ci, and Jing's father's abuse was clearly transmitted to his ears through the receiver of the mobile phone.
He took a deep breath and couldn't listen anymore. Putting the phone away from Jing Ci's ear, turned on the speakerphone, and said indifferently, "Who are you? Shut up if you can't talk, and take some diarrhea if you can't."
Father Jing froze when he heard that the voice was wrong. He took the phone away and looked at the screen. That's right, the name displayed on it was indeed Jing Ci's name.
His face was covered, and he even forgot to be scolded: "You..."
"What are you? Give Dad a try again?" Yingjiao interrupted him, and said coldly, "I'm giving you shame, right?"
"No... who are you?" After being scolded continuously, Father Jing also became angry: "Is this phone yours? Where's Jing Ci?"
"Oh, that's right," Yingjiao apologized without sincerity: "I'm sorry, I'm Jing Ci's classmate. I thought you accidentally called Jing Ci's enemy when you said that."
Father Jing was angry and embarrassed, and he couldn't get angry at Yingjiao, so he held it back for a long time before saying in a low voice, "What do you want from me?"
"Let me tell you, Jing Ci will stay at my house during the holidays." Yingjiao pressed his left hand lightly on the top of Jing Ci's head, and smiled inexplicably: "You sleep, whatever time you sleep, you don't need to leave the door open for him .”
Father Jing is the best at saving face. After being ridiculed so openly and secretly by him, he suddenly felt like someone had slapped his face. The pain was burning. He didn't even ask Yingjiao's name, so he answered vaguely. hang up the phone.
Yingjiao stared at the phone screen for a while, then turned to Jing Ci: "That old... your dad has always treated you like this?"
Jing Ji was still immersed in his sudden operation, and nodded in a daze.
"Fuck." Yingjiao threw the phone on the bed, and the three-point anger in his heart suddenly became seven-point.
He likes it so much, and wished that the person he held in his palm all the time was being insulted and scolded by other people in places he didn't know. Yingjiao was angry and hurt, and couldn't help but swear: "Just go home like this, what a fart. Just stay here honestly, do you hear me?"
Yingjiao's tone was not good, even a bit hostile, but Jing Ci was a little happy for some reason.
He secretly pressed the corners of his lips, and nodded slightly after a while.
Jing Ci only brought a schoolbag and nothing for washing up. Fortunately, Yingjiao has a lot of problems, toothbrushes are changed frequently, and there are new ones at home, except for the changed clothes——
"Would you mind wearing mine?" Yingjiao turned his head and saw Jing Ci obediently following behind him, his heart softened, and his voice became softer: "It's not new, but it's been cleaned."
Jing Ci shook his head: "I don't mind."
Yingjiao opened the cabinet, found a set of dark blue cotton pajamas and handed it to Jing Ci: "Go take a shower, you have used the bathroom before, everything is in the old place."
Jing Ci took it, and just about to thank him, Yingjiao said again: "Underwear, are you wearing mine or disposable?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes and said unnaturally: "It's a one-off."
"Okay." Yingjiao rummaged in the drawer, found the pack of disposable underwear they bought when they went to the small hotel last time, pulled out a pair, and said thoughtfully: "It shouldn't fit well, otherwise I'll take it off." I'll buy another pack..."
"No need!" Jing Ji resisted the heat on his face and snatched the underwear, not knowing what he was talking about: "It's, it's very suitable, it's just right."
Yingjiao glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Okay, if you say it's just right, it's just right."
Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go wash."
Ying Jiao hummed, and when Jing Ci turned around, he suddenly stopped him as if he remembered something.
"Wait a minute, there is one more thing."
Jing Ci was puzzled: "What?"
"Come out immediately after washing," Yingjiao looked into his eyes, and his tone was joking and serious: "If you dare to wipe the floor and tidy things up again..."
He slowly raised his lips, and said word by word: "I don't mind washing with you, and staring at you all the time."
Taking a shower with Yingjiao...
Just thinking about it, Jing Ci felt like his whole body was going to burn. He nodded indiscriminately, walked into the bathroom with a forced calm, and closed the door tightly.
Yingjiao walked into the study while reminiscing about Jing Ci's shy expression just now, and continued to do the questions.
When he finished one-third of the English paper, Jing Ci came out.
Hearing footsteps, Yingjiao stopped writing and looked up.
Yingjiao's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood why those men on the Internet were so keen on letting their other half wear their own clothes.
Jing Ci was tall and thin, and his pajamas were empty on him, obviously a size too big. But it is not sloppy, but has a different kind of temptation.
Yingjiao's gaze shifted from the top button he buttoned, to the exposed fair neck, and then to the expressionless face that was slightly reddened by the hot water...
Yingjiao's throat tightened, and his body tensed up suddenly.
However, Jing Ci was still ignorant, and even walked towards him: "I've finished washing, you can go."
Yingjiao clenched his fists, looked away restrainedly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is the ground not cleaned up?"
Jing Ci nodded embarrassedly: "No."
"Cough," Yingjiao cleared his throat and stood up: "Then I'll go."
Jing Ci hummed, and walked around him to sit on the chair.
But the pajamas were already looser than regular clothes, and he was wearing a size too large, so he accidentally stepped on the leg of his trousers. Just as Jing Ji was about to lift his pants up, Ying Jiao suddenly squatted down in front of him.
Jing Ci was surprised: "What are you... doing?"
"Don't move." Yingjiao stretched out his hand and helped him roll up his trouser legs little by little: "Be careful not to fall, next time you have to prepare a few more sets of your clothes at home."
Concerned about Jing Ci's obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yingjiao tried to make every fold the same width. After both trouser legs were rolled up, he raised his head and smiled at Jing Ci, and said softly, "Let's see, am I right?"
Jing Ci lowered her eyes and met his smiling eyes, her heartbeat suddenly stalled.
He suddenly felt that the best thing in his two lives was not the perfect test paper in the iron box, nor the first place again and again, but meeting this person.
Jing Ji used to be most afraid of getting close to people, and his parents who were related by blood could abandon him mercilessly, let alone others. The person who is nice to you today may turn around and become someone else's good friend.
Rather than enduring this pain, it would be better to be alone in the first place.
But now he suddenly doesn't want to do this anymore, he doesn't care about the plot or the possible alienation in the future.
He just wanted to open his heart and try to accept Yingjiao. Even... even if one day he will dislike him and alienate him like everyone else.
"Symmetrical." Jing Ci's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyelashes trembled, and he said it again seriously: "It's very symmetrical."
"That's good." Yingjiao smiled, stood up, and rubbed his head: "I'm going to take a shower."
After Yingjiao washed up, it was still early, so he continued to finish the English paper, and then went to bed with Jing Ci.
There is only one bedroom at home, and of course there is only one bed. When Yingjiao proposed that the two of them cover the same quilt, Jing Ci did not refuse, but held back his face and said, "I can do it."
Yingjiao looked at his long and thick eyelashes, and really wanted to hold him in his arms, kiss and rub him.
Why is Jing Ji so cute, so cute that he doesn't know how to like him.
The 1.8-meter bed is more than enough to sleep two boys. Yingjiao pushed the quilt to Jingci's side, watched him tuck in the quilt, desperately resisted the urge to kiss him, and said softly, "Go to sleep, I've turned off the light."
Jing Ci's heart was beating so fast that he could barely speak, so he just nodded.
The bedside lamp went out with a snap, and the room was plunged into darkness, neither of them moved.
Jing Ci curled up under the quilt, trying to keep her breathing steady. It wasn't until his heartbeat gradually calmed down that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Darkness is the best protection, Jing Ci took advantage of the opportunity to turn over, and quietly moved towards Yingjiao in small movements.
Although he is still a little shy, although he still can't let go. But because of this person by his side, he slept in a strange bed for the first time, but he felt warm and at ease.
Jing Ci's biological clock was always on time, and soon fell asleep after relaxing.
Contrary to him, it is Yingjiao.
Even though he usually talks a lot, but now he is just a young man in love.
The person I like is lying next to him, wearing his pajamas, resting on his pillow, and covered with his quilt, Yingjiao's mood jumps up uncontrollably.
He wants to jump a couple of times, roll on the bed, and even go downstairs for a few laps.
Terrible woke up Jing Ji, in fact he didn't even dare to move.
I don't know how long I stared at the ceiling, until the sound of Jing Ci's even breathing came from my ear, and then Yingjiao got up lightly with the corners of his lips curled up.
He was so happy, for Jing Ji, who is so defensive, accepted to stay at his house and accept the same quilt with him, it is self-evident what it means—
He is different in Jing Ci's heart.
The more Yingjiao thinks about it, the more excited he gets, but he can't find a way to vent it. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, and stretched my claws to the mobile phone on the bedside table.
Who do you want to be angry with when you are alone...
Yingjiao opened WeChat and clicked on the small group with He Porridge and the others.
[Jiao]: Are you all asleep
It's just after eleven o'clock, and it's hard to take a vacation, and the other three are not willing to go to bed. Seeing the new news, they thought something was wrong with Yingjiao, so they responded to him one after another.
[Your uncle of the He family]: Didn't sleep, what's wrong
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Didn't sleep, didn't sleep, wow, Brother Jiao, your house is super comfortable to live in!
[Peng Chengcheng]:
Ying Jiao leaned against the head of the bed, glanced at Jing Ci who was sleeping soundly next to him, raised his phone, and took a photo of the slightly bulging quilt.
The flash light clicked, and Yingjiao was startled. Seeing that Jingci was sleeping soundly without being disturbed, he was relieved and sent the photo to the group.
[Proud]: [Photo]
[Your uncle of the He family]: What is this? can't read.
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Quilt? Why are you patting the quilt
[Peng Chengcheng]:? ?
[Proud]: Blind? Can't even see Jing Ci
[Jiao]: He wears my pajamas tonight, stays at my house, and covers me with a quilt. Explain it this way, do you understand
[Your uncle of the He family]: No, are we blind or is there something wrong with you? If you take a quilt, who the hell can tell it's Jing Ci, when we have clairvoyant eyes
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: No no no! Old Ho! The point is wrong! ! Why is Jing Ci on Brother Jiao's bed? ? ! Why? !
[Peng Chengcheng]: ...
[Jiao]: If you don't pat the quilt, do you still want to see Jing Ci's face? Before I fell asleep, I started dreaming.
[Jiao]: What happened to Jing Ci on my bed? Old Liu has already admitted our relationship, do you have any opinions
[Your uncle of the He family]: Get lost! ! ! ! ! !
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Sudden sympathy for Lao Liu... Forget it, as long as you are happy.
[Jiao]: Of course I am happy, so happy that I want to sleep with Jing Ci. Come on, fight for a person to fall asleep quickly in a lonely and cold place.
[Your uncle He family]:...
[Zheng Que is incorrect]:…
[Peng Chengcheng]:…
After showing off in the group, Yingjiao finally eased the excitement in his heart a little, put down his phone, shamelessly moved to Jing Ci's side, and fell asleep.
The next morning, because Jing Ci wanted to check his grades, Yingjiao stayed in bed for the first time, and woke up with him after six o'clock. While doing the paper, I waited until eight o'clock.
At 7:50, Yingjiao put down his pen and said to Jing Ci: "Give me your ID card and exam admission ticket, and I will check it for you."
Jing Ci nodded, took out his ID and handed it to him.
Not many people participated in the competition in Donghai Province, and of course not many people checked their results. But the official website is like this, and it will definitely freeze at a critical moment.
Yingjiao refreshed several times, even entered the ID number three or four times, and almost dropped the mouse, and only then did he get the score of Jingci.
Try: 101
Second test: 125.
Total score: 226.
The highest score since Donghai Province participated in the national mathematics competition.
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He Porridge, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng trembled.