Jing Ci didn't understand Yingjiao's meaning, but felt that his answer was a bit inconsistent with Zheng Que's question. He hesitated for a while, but still didn't send it to Zheng Que immediately.
"Brother Ci, I'm entering the classroom." Class Two was at the stairs, Zhou Chao stopped and greeted him.
Jing Ci nodded, thought for a while and said, "You pack up later and go first, don't wait for me."
He didn't know how many problems Yingjiao had, so he couldn't estimate the time it would take.
"Okay." Seeing that he was looking at his phone all the way, Zhou Chao thought he had something to do, so he readily agreed, opened the door and entered the classroom.
Jing Ci lowered his head, tapped his finger on the screen, and was about to ask Yingjiao one more question when his shoulders were suddenly grabbed.
He raised his head, his face flushed suddenly: "Why are you here?"
With a smile in his eyes, Yingjiao said: "I just came out of the office, and I heard someone calling your name from behind. I didn't expect it was really you. Our fate..."
Jing Ci's heart was sweet, he put down his phone, and just wanted to ask him if he had heard from Zheng Que, when Yingjiao suddenly shook the white paper in his hand and said, "Application form for dormitory change, to meet your requirements. "
Jing Ci didn't understand: "My request?"
Yingjiao nodded, and the smile on his face deepened: "Aren't you going to inspect the goods?" Seeing that Jing Ci was still confused, he leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci shook his hand and almost missed the phone. His face flushed, and he whispered: "You...don't talk nonsense. "
"Didn't you ask me first?" Yingjiao beat him up, and said shamelessly: "Why don't you let me talk about it, little classmate, you are too domineering, you just rely on my wife to control you?"
Zheng Que definitely didn't mean that, Jing Ji knew that Ying Jiao was teasing him. He pursed his lower lip, tried his best to behave naturally, and changed the subject: "You, do you have any questions you don't know today?"
Yingjiao laughed: "After a long time, my biggest rival in love is studying."
He stretched out his hand and opened the door of the Class 7 classroom, let Jing Ci go in first, and said, "Yes, I remember everything."
Jing Ci sat down on the seat and took out a pen from the pencil case: "Bring it to me."
Seeing the two of them coming back together, Zheng Que rushed over with his mobile phone in hand, wanting to question him. After being cast a warning glance by Yingjiao, he ran back in despair.
Yingjiao turned his head, took out two exercise books, found the marked wrong question, and pushed it in front of Jing Ci.
For Jing Ci, these questions were very simple, and he immediately had an idea after reading the questions. After calculating on the straw paper and writing the result, he turned his eyes to Yingjiao: "You come..."
Jing Ci's voice stopped abruptly.
Beside him, Yingjiao was leaning on his chin with one hand, looking at him without blinking, his brows were gentle, and there was an unconcealable smile on his face.
Jing Ci turned his gaze away, and his heartbeat started to speed up.
He secretly exhaled, and raised his eyes again, Yingjiao's eyes still stayed on him.
Looking at each other, Jing Ci involuntarily raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"Look... Let's read the questions." Jing Ci lowered his eyes, blocking Yingjiao's fiery gaze from his sight, and tried his best to calm down the throbbing in his heart: "The exam is coming soon."
Right now, Yingjiao really wants to hug him, rub him, and kiss him. He simply couldn't understand how there could be such a lovely person as Jing Ci in this world. Even the curl of the hair is more pleasing than others.
But when Jing Ci was so busy, he didn't forget to care about his studies, and Ying Jiao couldn't bear to let him down.
Yingjiao clenched his fists restrainedly, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and nodded: "Okay."
After more than three months of hard study, Yingjiao has made rapid progress, and many basic questions are no longer difficult for him.
Jing Ci felt a little satisfied, but also a little proud. I explained all the questions to him, and after making sure that he understood everything, I thought in my heart that after a while, he would have to change to a slightly more difficult exercise set.
"It's all done." Yingjiao wrote the last word, closed the workbook, looked up at the time, and said, "Go, I'll take you to the small classroom."
"No need," Jing Ci pushed away the chair and stood up, firmly refusing: "You study by yourself, don't waste your time."
Yingjiao couldn't resist him, so he had no choice but to respond: "Okay, our family is up to you, and everything is up to you."
The three words "our family" directly pierced Jing Ci's heart.
He thought that he would never have the concept of "family" in two lifetimes, but Yingjiao told him that our family...
Jing Ci's chest was so warm that he almost swelled up. He picked up his schoolbag and said softly, "I'm leaving."
"Wait." Yingjiao put down his pen.
Jing Ji looked at him suspiciously.
Taking advantage of the cover of the table, Yingjiao smiled and stretched out a hand to him, the meaning was self-evident.
Jing Ci pursed her lips and blushed. After hesitating for a while, he looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he quickly touched his hand, then turned and left the classroom.
The brief touch of almost a second, like a feather, gently fluttered on Yingjiao's chest. His heart was numb, and he lowered his eyes to look at his palm for a while, then he abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and began to work hard on the question.
In the anticipation and tension of all the students, the final exam finally arrived.
The students in Class 7 changed their usual leisurely attitude. Some began to memorize the text crazily, some came to ask Jing Ci to help highlight the key points, and some even went to inquire about the people who had relatively good grades in the examination room. Pass me a note or something.
After all, it is a final exam, not only related to whether the whole winter vacation can be passed well, but also linked to the thickness of the red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.
He Porridge and the others made a surprise attack all night, and yawned profusely until they went out to the examination room. Finally, they couldn't take it anymore and went to the teacher's toilet to wash their faces.
Yingjiao didn't go with them. After sending Jing Ci to the first examination room on the way, he continued to go to class 21.
In the last monthly exam, although his score has improved a lot, his ranking has basically remained the same, and he is still in the original exam room.
Yingjiao took out a piece of coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and was about to put it in his mouth, when he raised his eyes, he saw Qiao Anyan walking towards him.
"Jiao, Brother Jiao." Qiao Anyan stopped, stood opposite Yingjiao, and greeted him with a flushed face.
In his previous life, although he liked to win pride, he never had the courage to confess. Now that life is over again, he doesn't want to have any more regrets.
That's why I took the opportunity of Christmas to stuff the love letter into the package of the Ping An fruit and give it to Yingjiao. But he didn't expect that the love letter would end up in the hands of their homeroom teacher and alarmed his parents.
He didn't want to think about how he survived some time ago, and he also complained about Yingjiao. But later he found out that Yingjiao was not intentional, so he was relieved.
Yingjiao frowned, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart when he saw this person.
It wasn't because he was the culprit of Jing Ci's headache, but because he had done so early in the morning.
He originally wanted to kick Qiao Anyan away, but when he thought of what Li Zhou said, he suppressed his impatience and said, "You were the one who sent me a love letter last time?"
Qiao Anyan's eyes widened suddenly, his heart was pounding, Yingjiao remembered him!
His brain was instantly congested, and he nodded: "Yes, yes!"
Yingjiao was leaning on the window sill in the corridor, casually asking, "Like me?"
Qiao Anyan was short of breath, and nodded impatiently.
Why did Yingjiao ask him that? Could it be...
Yingjiao stared at Qiao Anyan for a few seconds with Yuanyuan's coconut candy in his mouth, then suddenly smiled and said, "When is the Yangcheng Olympics?"
Qiao Anyan was so watched that he could hardly think, so he subconsciously said, "August..."
"Brother Jiao!" Zheng Que's voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting Qiao Anyan's words.
Zheng Que came up, looked at Yingjiao, then at Qiao Anyan, and asked strangely, "What are you doing here?"
"You..." Yingjiao closed his eyes, almost couldn't control himself and kicked him on the spot, and said irritably, "You are so hard to pull your hind legs, are you the reincarnation of a rickshaw driver?!"
Only then did Zheng Que realize that something was wrong with him, so he smiled embarrassingly, and dragged He Porridge and Peng Chengcheng away guiltily.
However, although Qiao Anyan only spoke half of what he said, Yingjiao had already obtained the information he wanted.
He guessed right, Qiao Anyan did not make a slip of the tongue last time, he knew that Yangcheng would succeed in bidding for the Olympic Games, and he even clearly remembered the date and month of the Olympic Games.
Either he's a psycho, or...
Thinking of that possibility, Yingjiao lowered his eyes and sneered. Want to have a negative impact on Jing Ci? No matter what method he uses, he will let this monster go back to where it came from.
Yingjiao didn't realize that he was double-standard at all, and he also had abnormalities on his body. Jing Ci was here specially to be his little wife, while the others were monsters and ghosts.
He glanced at the pale Qiao Anyan, sneered, and walked into Class 21.
Scared this damn thing to death!
Jing Ci originally thought that he would have a headache again in this exam, but it was unbelievable. After two days, he didn't have any pain in a single game, and he passed every subject smoothly.
Twenty minutes before the end of the English test, Jing Ci packed up his things and handed in the paper. As soon as he went out, he saw Yingjiao waiting in the corridor.
"So punctual." Yingjiao reached out to take his schoolbag, and said with a light smile, "How about holding it?"
Jing Ci nodded and asked him, "What's the matter?"
Before the exam, Yingjiao specially came to make an appointment with him to hand in the paper in advance. Because Yingjiao's English scores were comparable to his, Jing Ci didn't refuse, but he didn't understand what he wanted to do.
"Take you out for dinner." Yingjiao put his transparent pen bag into Jingci's schoolbag, zipped it up and carried it on his shoulder: "Do you remember the tea restaurant where we ate together for the first time?"
"Where are you going to eat?"
"Yeah." Yingjiao nodded: "I said last time that I want to taste the poplar nectar from that store, so come with me?"
"it is good."
At this point, there were basically no people in the restaurant, and the two small boxes were empty. Ying Jiao asked for the one inside, and discussed with Jing Ci to order.
After the dishes were served, the waiter knocked on the door again and brought them a bowl of poplar nectar.
Just as Jing Ci was about to call the waiter to stop and ask if a bowl was missing, Ying Jiao held his hand under the table.
"I only ordered one."
Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, resisted not moving, and asked Yingjiao in a low voice: "Don't you want to eat?"
Yingjiao didn't answer, he reached out and dug a spoonful of poplar nectar, brought it to Jing Ci's mouth, and said softly, "Try it for me, is it the original taste?"
Jing Ci's face turned red, and he stretched out his hand to come by himself, but Ying Jiao hid him.
Yingjiao didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile while holding a spoon.
Jing Ji's Adam's apple twitched, but he still opened his mouth.
Yingjiao stared at his lips moistened by dessert, and asked in a low voice, "Is it delicious?"
Jing Ci swallowed the poplar nectar in his mouth: "It's delicious."
"Then let me try it, okay?"
Jing Ci looked up at him.
Seeing him staring at her lips without blinking, she instantly understood what he meant.
Yingjiao leaned against him, his voice was soft and hoarse: "Is it okay?"
Jing Ci blushed unreasonably, and his breathing became obviously short of breath.
Yingjiao stretched out his hand and raised his chin slightly, and asked again, "Speak, baby, is that okay?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and after a while, he nodded slightly.
Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed him.
After the long kiss, Yingjiao licked his lower lip, looked into Jing Ci's eyes, and said with a light smile, "It's really sweet."
Jing Ci choked for breath and almost burned up.
It wasn't until after the meal that he walked out of the restaurant and was blown by the cold wind that the heat on his face slowly subsided and his mind returned to clarity. Finally remembered, the last time Yingjiao told him that he wanted to taste the nectar from poplar twigs, he really touched his lips with his hand.
At that time, he didn't feel anything, but now, at that time... Did he have such thoughts about himself
While thinking uncontrollably, Jing Ci walked towards the school side by side with Yingjiao. Passing through a traffic light, just turning a corner, a messy car accident scene suddenly came into view.
The black private car crashed into a street light, and the front of the car was completely flattened. Next to it is a motorcycle that is almost broken, and there are large swaths of blood scattered around the motorcycle.
The traffic police were pulling the isolation belt, and passers-by avoided it one after another, making the tragic scene even more conspicuous.
Jing Ci's pupils shrank suddenly, before he could think about anything, he immediately reached out to cover Yingjiao's eyes.
And at the moment when his hands covered it, a pair of cold hands with wet palms also covered his eyes.
"Don't look." He whispered in his ear.
His voice was weak and his breath fluctuated.
Yingjiao leaned against him, panting, most of his body's center of gravity was on him, the hands covering his eyes trembled slightly, but they always blocked the terrible scene in front of him, never letting go of it for a second.
The bloody man.
The person who would faint for a while seeing the simulated human blood in the movie.
When he saw the scene of the car accident, his first reaction was to grit his teeth desperately to prevent himself from falling down, and then went to cover his eyes.