On the playground in the distance, there was a lot of voices.
The students who had held back the whole self-study class gathered together in twos and threes to laugh and play, and there were excited screams from time to time.
Beside the flower bed in the first teaching building, it was quiet as if the air had frozen.
Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly, his mind went blank.
Yingjiao looked down at him, and his voice was hoarse: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your default."
Without any further hesitation, he stretched out his hand to lift Jing Ci's chin, lowered his head and kissed it.
Jing Ji's limbs froze and his heart beat fast. It wasn't until the moment Ying Jiao's lips were about to fall that he realized a little bit and quickly tilted his head.
Yingjiao's kiss was imprinted on his side face immediately.
Neither of them moved.
In the corner where the needles could be heard, the violent heartbeats of the two people intertwined.
Boom, boom, my heart seemed to be about to pop out of my chest.
Yingjiao chuckled and pecked him on the face.
The scorching temperature came from Yingjiao's lips, and Jing Ci's body trembled slightly, the blood in his whole body seemed to rush to the brain, and even his consciousness was a little blurred.
Yingjiao pulled a little distance away from him, found his lips, and continued to kiss.
Jing Ci was short of breath, almost unable to think, and instinctively pushed Yingjiao away: "No, no... no!"
"Okay." For the first time, Yingjiao didn't listen to him. Regardless of Jing Ci's struggle, he pinched his chin with one hand to prevent him from moving around, and grabbed his hand with the other, with five fingers inserted tightly between his fingers. Buckle it, and lower your head again.
Yingjiao's breathing was heavy and obvious, and he approached him little by little.
His aura is everywhere, and there is no way to escape or hide. In a panic, Jing Ji subconsciously blocked his lips with his backhand.
Yingjiao paused slightly.
Yingjiao smiled and kissed his palm lightly.
As the evening wind blew, the green plants in the flower bed stretched their branches and leaves and rustled, and Yingjiao's deep voice came to Jing Ci's ears along with the evening wind.
"I like you."
He says.
Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heartbeat suddenly stalled.
Yingjiao's ears turned red, and he pressed the hand he was holding onto his chest, lowered his head and kissed his palm tenderly: "Do you... want a boyfriend?"
Jing Ci had no idea how he returned to the small classroom of the Olympiad class. When he came back to his senses again, Zhou Chao's worried face was what he saw: "Brother Ci, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red, do you have a fever? "
"No." What he tried to hide was exposed in public, and Jing Ci picked up a book unnaturally, trying to cover up the past: "I'm fine."
Who knew that he was so flustered that he didn't hold the book and dropped the book directly to the ground.
"It's okay?!" Zhou Chao hurriedly bent down to help him pick up the book, reached out and touched his forehead: "My God, it's so hot! Do you want to go to the school infirmary?"
"No need." Jing Ci lowered his head in embarrassment, and flipped through a few pages of the Olympiad book in his hand: "It will be fine in a while."
Zhou Chao couldn't hold back him, so he had to give up.
But I was secretly sighing in my heart, I still insisted on attending class after burning to this point, I deserved Jing Ci's grades to be so good.
Since it was determined that no points will be added to the Mathematics Olympiad college entrance examination, the students in the original competition class are not very motivated to attend classes. Seeing this, Zhao Feng simply suspended the Mathematical Olympiad class, and made an announcement after discussing with the school's senior management whether to continue.
So now in the small classroom, there are only Jing Ci and the other three finalists left.
With fewer people, Jing Ci's red face became more conspicuous.
As a result, the first thing Zhao Feng did when he came in was to ask him if he was not feeling well, and if he wanted to stop a class and take a rest.
After being firmly rejected by Jing Ci, Zhao Feng also expressed the same emotion as Zhou Chao.
Sure enough, good grades don't come out of thin air. It is said that Jing Ci's test scores are against the sky every time, but no one knows how hard he works in private.
Jing Ji didn't know that they had already boiled a pot of chicken soup by relying on their brains. He sat in his seat, staring at Zhao Feng's newly handed-out paper, seemingly reading the questions, but actually his mind was empty, repeating Yingjiao's sentence: Do you want a boyfriend.
Jing Ci has never liked people, and he has no time to like people. In order to live in the future without being as embarrassed and involuntary as he was when he was a child, he devoted all his energy to studying.
The highest score and the best university are his only goals in high school.
Yingjiao was an accident.
Before wearing the book, Jing Ci had no friends. After wearing the book, he has no plans to change. Even in order to avoid the plot, he wanted very much to stay away from Yingjiao.
But Yingjiao was too kind to him, and he couldn't resist the good ones. So much so that for the first time in more than ten years, Jing Ci wanted to open his heart to accept someone.
They know each other's miserable families, they know each other's little secrets, and they even slept in the same bed.
Jing Ci's eyes gradually lost focus.
He never thought about falling in love.
Tying his emotions to another person makes him very insecure, and he doesn't want to violate school rules.
But he really likes being with Yingjiao, he doesn't want to lose him...
Jing Ci involuntarily looked at his left hand, and the feeling of being kissed by Yingjiao many times surged up instantly. The palm of his hand was so hot that it was as if he was holding a ball of flames. The scorching temperature extended to his heart, and his whole body was about to smoke.
If I didn't block it just now, then the one who won the pride would be...
No, I can't think about it anymore!
Jing Ci took a deep breath and patted his hot cheek hard.
He had to finish this math paper first and calm down. After he calmed down, he had to think about what to do next.
At the same time, in the classroom of Class Seven, Yingjiao tried countless times, but still couldn't concentrate on the exercise book, so he finally gave up.
In his original idea, if he wanted to confess his love to Jing Ci, he had to choose a romantic place, isn't that how it is done in Korean dramas
It is best to have a high-altitude revolving restaurant, a playground, and fireworks.
When the other party is moved and surprised, he will definitely nod his head in agreement.
But being teased by Jing Ci's straight ball, he really couldn't control himself, and spoke his mind naturally.
Yingjiao reached out and touched his lips, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.
Jing Ji didn't agree to him immediately, and didn't even say a word to him after he confessed.
But to win pride is to be happy.
There were so many people who came to their class to send love letters to Jing Ci to express their love, which time Jing Ci didn't refuse cleanly. He was so cold that he didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in emotion, as if the other party was not him.
But what about today
When he kissed him, he was even ready for Jing Ji to fight him, but Jing Ji didn't.
Not only not, but rather shy than angry.
The person he likes doesn't seem to be totally indifferent to him.
Yingjiao couldn't hold back, and Fue laughed out loud.
"What's so beautiful?" Teacher Liu walked over with a straight face, knocked on Yingjiao's table, and said, "Come out."
Yingjiao threw away the pen, pushed away the chair and stood up: "Yes."
In the corridor, Teacher Liu slapped a piece of paper on the window sill angrily, and said with a dark face, "What kind of self-criticism are you doing? If it wasn't for the words 'criticism' written on it, I thought you were writing about a great man." Autobiography!"
Teacher Liu said angrily: "Aren't you quite proud of beating someone, huh?!"
In the office a few days ago, the principal's attention was all attracted by Jing Ci, and he only took away those special students in a rage, causing Yingjiao to escape.
But Mr. Liu didn't forget that he slipped through the net, so he forced him to write a self-criticism. Although there are not as many as 3,000 characters, 800 characters are still required.
But it’s better not to write this review. The more Mr. Liu watched it, the more angry he became. In the end, he couldn’t hold back his anger and went to class to find out the culprit.
"Where is it?" Yingjiao was in a good mood, and he didn't care about being scolded by Teacher Liu, and said casually: "Isn't it because they are the first to flirt, otherwise I won't be bothered to fight with them."
"Then you can't beat people to death!" Mr. Liu frowned and said, "It's really wrong for him to say Jing Ci. If you stop him, it's over?"
Yingjiao was dumbfounded, and looked at Teacher Liu in disbelief: "Notre Dame de Paris was burned, did your soul of the Virgin be released?"
Teacher Liu:"… … "
Teacher Liu was so angry that his liver hurt, and he patted his arm: "Be serious!"
Yingjiao hissed, leaned on the window sill and rubbed his arms, and said, "Okay, serious and lively, united and tense, I'm listening, you say."
Teacher Liu glared at him, and said earnestly, "I won't tell you too much, and you won't listen to me if I say too much. But Yingjiao, your temper really needs to be restrained. Nothing happened this time, but in case What about your next impulse to break someone?"
"The teacher has seen all your hard work during this time. You should think about it for yourself. Is it worth ruining your future for a little thing?"
Yingjiao laughed, and wanted to say something, but seeing the genuine worry on Teacher Liu's face, he swallowed the words immediately: "Got it."
"Also," Mr. Liu put away the self-criticism and said, "Your father called me just now, and I told him about it. He will probably call you today."
The smile on Yingjiao's face disappeared in an instant, he was silent for a while, then snorted, and said indifferently: "Let's fight."
Teacher Liu probably knew about his family situation, so he patted him on the shoulder and let him go back without saying anything.
After self-study in the second quarter, Yingjiao had just walked out of the classroom when his phone buzzed and vibrated.
He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Sure enough, it was Ying Xuelin.
Yingjiao smiled and pressed the answer button.
"Jiaojiao," the man's cautious and surprised voice came from the phone: "Have you finished your self-study late?"
Yingjiao played with the bicycle keys and said coldly: "I have something to say."
Ying's father didn't care if he was choked, he swallowed the evil he did, and Yingjiao was lucky to be able to answer his phone.
"Your head teacher told me that you had a fight." He paused, afraid that Yingjiao would be angry, and said quickly, "Of course, Dad didn't blame you, but just wanted to know about the situation."
"You don't need to understand, it has nothing to do with you." Yingjiao unlocked the bicycle and said indifferently: "Just take care of your son."
"You are my son too!" Ying's father retorted him disapprovingly, and continued: "Jiaojiao, between father and son..."
Yingjiao interrupted him: "Is there anything else? I'll hang up."
"Don't hang up!" Ying's father hurriedly said: "Can you have a meal with Dad? Don't worry, we are not at home, we can go wherever you want."
"Forget it," Yingjiao pulled the key out of the keyhole, and said coldly, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll die for no reason like my mother."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Father Ying's answer, he cut off the phone directly.
Yingjiao squeezed his mobile phone, lowered his eyes indifferently, stood still for a while and calmed down, then suddenly threw the bicycle aside, and strode towards the dormitory building.
When Yingjiao entered, Jing Ci had just finished washing and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.
Hearing the sound, he raised his head, seeing that it was Yingjiao, his face turned red.
"You, what are you doing?" Jing Ji stood up stiffly, panicked and didn't know where to put his hands.
Shouldn't Yingjiao go home at this time? Why did it appear in the dormitory
His mind was in a mess, and before he could sort out his thoughts, Yingjiao took his hand and pulled him out of the door without saying a word.
Li Zhou, who was sitting on the bed playing games, glanced at them, then immediately looked away, pretending that he didn't see anything.
Jing Ci didn't know what Yingjiao was going to do, but seeing that his face was gloomy and his mood was obviously wrong, he wisely followed him into the 303 dormitory without asking more questions in the corridor.
"you… "
As the door closed, Jing Ji was about to speak when Yingjiao suddenly pulled him into his arms with force.
Thinking of what the two of them said and did by the flower bed just now, Jing Ji suddenly wanted to struggle with smoke coming from the top of his head.
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Yingjiao buried his head in the crescent of his neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of shampoo on his hair, and the mania in his heart gradually calmed down.
It is rare for Yingjiao to lose control of his emotions like this, Jing Ji's worries overwhelmed everything: "Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing," Yingjiao hooked his fingers to play with, and wrote lightly: "My dad just called me, and I was upset."
Yingjiao's father? The one who has a two-year-old illegitimate son than Da Yingjiao.
Jing Ci was silent, holding Yingjiao motionless.
Yingjiao's heart softened in an instant. He raised his head, stroked the back of Jing Ci's neck with his right hand, and said with a light smile, "So good?"
Jing Ci looked away unnaturally: "You, aren't you unhappy?"
Yingjiao's heart moved, and he nodded: "I am unhappy, very unhappy."
Jing Ci looked up at him.
Yingjiao curled his lips: "Just a hug is not enough." He pulled Jing Ci to sit down on the bed, and said in a low voice, "So in order to ease my emotions, sleep with me tonight?"
The author has something to say: Sigh every day, my brother Jiao and Ci Ci are so good.