Why is it him again!
Feng Mao looked at Yingjiao angrily, first he didn't wear the school uniform, then he disrupted the discipline of the examination room, and now he broke the gate of the teaching building! Every time is too much!
Don't look at just a broken glass door, but on a bigger scale, this tells the government leaders in a vague way, is it because he didn't do his preparations well
Destruction of school property is not as trivial as it used to be.
This time, he must be taught a lesson, lest he not know the heights of heaven and earth!
However, although Feng Mao was extremely angry at the moment, he did not forget Yingjiao's background. He barely suppressed the fire in his heart, and asked, "Such a thick glass door...how did you do it?"
Yingjiao's face remained unchanged: "I accidentally touched it."
If it weren't for his image, Feng Mao would have yelled and farted on the spot!
The glass door of the school is broken at the touch of a touch? Who are you fooling
He is a liar and deceives the teacher, he is right, this student will be prison material sooner or later!
"Tell me the truth!" Feng Mao took two steps forward, looked at the crack, then at Yingjiao, and shouted angrily, "Did you fight in front of the building? How many times have I said, don't do this, don't do this! Just ignore my words, right?"
Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and said lazily, "No."
"No?!" Feng Mao asked back with a sneer, and stretched out his hand to pull Yingjiao towards the door: "Then how did you touch it just now? Touch another one and show me!"
Yingjiao turned slightly to avoid his hand, his face turned cold instantly.
Feng Mao mobilized teachers and mobilized people early in the morning to clean up, and he also knew that the people who came to the school today were not small people. At this juncture, the door of the teaching building was smashed, and Feng Mao, who pays so much attention to formalism, would definitely not handle it lightly.
Yingjiao didn't want Jing Ci to deal with Feng Mao. He didn't forget the last time Feng Mao was in the office, in front of all the teachers in the second year of high school, saying that Jing Ci was not a good character.
So even if he knew Yi Jingci's current achievements, he might not be punished in the end, but Yingjiao couldn't stand the thought of being despised and embarrassed by Feng Mao.
After all, Jing Ci was involved in this matter, and he wanted to endure it and let it go, but now Feng Mao... wants to fight him
Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then took his right hand out of his pocket.
Yingjiao's height is 188, probably because of special training. He is thin, but his figure is not as thin as ordinary teenagers in the growing period. The muscles on his body are beautiful and smooth, with a temperament between green and mature.
Seeing him move his hand, Feng Mao immediately remembered that he hit the teacher, and instinctively took two steps back.
Realizing that he was frightened by a student, Feng Mao became angry immediately: "Okay, if you don't tell the truth, then tell me to your head teacher!"
Yingjiao smiled mockingly, looked back at Jing Ci, and saw that he was obediently standing still, so he followed Feng Mao's footsteps with confidence.
The two had just climbed the steps on the first floor when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Teacher, wait a minute."
The bruise on Jing Ci's forehead was much bigger than before, but he didn't seem to know the pain, and there was no expression of pain on his face. He said calmly, "I broke the glass door."
When Yingjiao talked to him, he had actually walked out of the illusion, but his mind was still a little confused for a while.
After so long, it was enough for him to remember what happened just now.
He was the one who broke the door in the first place, and he couldn't let Yingjiao take the blame for him.
Although he knew that Yingjiao was not afraid of Feng Mao and could handle this matter, Jing Ci was reluctant.
Feng Mao was so busy hopping just now that he didn't notice Jing Ci at all. Hearing what he said now, and seeing the big bag on his head, I immediately believed it.
Didn't you say there was no fight? How could it be possible to collide like this without fighting!
Feng Mao looked at Jing Ci coldly. He had a bad impression of this student from the beginning. If you can cheat the teacher together with your friends, what if you get into the training team? In the future, there will always be times when he suffers a big loss.
What's more, these two people are playing him for a fool? For a while, it was this one, and for a while it was that one. How does it seem that their classmates are deeply affectionate
"Jing Ci, right? The teacher knows you." Feng Mao smiled, and said calmly: "I'm so happy that my grades are good this time? Then you can't ignore the school rules."
Yingjiao's eyes sharpened, and just as he was about to say something, a kind voice sounded beside his ears: "What happened?"
The principal walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back, smiling, followed by a huge He Porridge.
Yingjiao's WeChat only said to ask him to come down to pick up Jing Ci, but did not say what happened.
He Porridge looked at the principal, then at Feng Mao, standing at the junction of two flights of stairs, he didn't dare to continue down.
The principal looked at Jing Ci: "Jing Ci..."
His eyes fell on Jing Ci's forehead, and his voice suddenly became more urgent: "What's wrong?"
Could it be that the head was hit again? !
Before Jing Ji could answer, Feng Mao told him about smashing the glass door. At the end, I added another sentence: "The leaders will be here soon, the principal, you said this is a big mess... Hey, I don't know how many times I have emphasized in the morning meeting that no fighting in front of the building is allowed, and the students never listen. No, even Jing Ci is no exception."
However, the principal's focus was not on the broken glass door at all, and he asked Jing Ci worriedly: "Teacher sees that you have hit hard, do you need to go to the school doctor's office to get some medicine?"
Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the principal to have such a good attitude. He reached out and touched the big bag on his forehead, and said a little embarrassedly: "No, thank you teacher, it will be fine in a few days."
Feng Mao secretly applied eye drops to Jing Ci: "..."
After confirming that Jing Ci was really not damaged, the principal's focus finally came back: "The door will be broken if it breaks, don't be afraid, when everyone is careless, it's a big deal."
He raised his hand to look at the time, and said kindly: "It's almost lunch break, you go back to sleep. Don't worry about it, the door should have been replaced."
Feng Mao: "..."
The teaching building of their school is newly built, and the door has only been installed for a few years. How could he not know that it needs to be replaced? !
Jing Ci was still a little guilty, and after he kept saying too modestly, he went upstairs with Yingjiao He Porridge.
"Principal." After the two left, Feng Mao said dissatisfiedly: "The leader will come over later, what should I do if I see the door like this?"
The headmaster smiled and said to him: "Don't worry, the leaders are not here to come to see the door. If it's not possible, you stand by the door and block it when you enter."
Feng Mao: "..."
The headmaster's eyes fell on that crack, and he was secretly puzzled. This door is supposed to be strong enough, how did Jing Ji knock a crack out of it
Is he really a player who can enter the national training team? The physical and chemical attacks on the brain are very powerful.
In the teacher's toilet on the third floor, Yingjiao ignored He Porridge next to him, and reached out to lift the hair on Jingci's forehead: "Don't move, let me see."
Jing Ci's impact was so strong that the bump on his forehead was the size of an egg.
Yingjiao lowered his head and blew him twice, the more he watched, the more he felt distressed: "I didn't have time to ask you just now, what happened to you then?"
"It's okay." Jing Ci lowered his eyes and said softly, "The door was wiped too clean, and I bumped into it without paying attention."
Yingjiao looked at his drooping eyelashes and knew that he was not telling the truth. But He Porridge was here, so it was inconvenient for him to ask too many details, so he gave him a few blows, and said, "I said I did it, why are you standing up?"
"I was the one who hit it." Jing Ji remembered the scene of Ying Jiao standing in front of him, and still felt his chest swell: "And how can I let you take the blame."
Although he didn't say it clearly, Yingjiao still understood his subtext.
Yingjiao's heart softened, and he wanted to rub him into his arms, but he was afraid of touching his wound. He could only hold back, leaned over and said softly, "Afraid I will be punished?"
He Congee on the side couldn't listen anymore, he said with a blank expression, "I'm sorry to bother you. May I have a sense of presence in front of you at a weight of 100 kilograms?"
Jing Ji was stunned, and then remembered that they were not the only two of them in the toilet, and his face turned red instantly.
Yingjiao glanced at He Porridge, and said lightly, "Aren't lemons sour?"
He Porridge nodded instinctively and replied, "It's sour."
"Then why don't you leave?"
He Porridge was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he meant, and was so angry that he almost died with him.
Who told him to come downstairs just now? ! Damn it, tear down the bridge when you cross the river!
He Porridge slammed the door cursing and left.
Yingjiao locked the toilet door and looked back at Jing Ci: "Okay, it's just the two of us now."
Jing Ci's face was a little unnatural, but he didn't stop Yingjiao.
"I asked you just now, but you haven't answered yet." Yingjiao looked down at him, and asked again: "Afraid I will be punished?"
Jing Ci nodded.
"Aren't you afraid that things like Jingshen hitting the glass door will spread and be laughed at?"
Jing Ci's expression didn't change a bit: "It doesn't matter."
Yingjiao was so teased that he was going to explode, and he reached out and hugged him unbearably.
Jing Ci instinctively tilted his head.
Yingjiao chuckled: "Don't worry, as long as you don't try your best to get into my arms, you won't be able to touch my forehead."
Jing Ci blushed and ignored him.
After a while, he slowly, slowly stretched out his hand to grab Yingjiao's back, and leaned his face on his shoulder.
Yingjiao was startled, then raised his lips uncontrollably, and hugged Jing Ci even tighter.
After the lunch break, Yingjiao went out for a trip. When I came back, I had a few more ice packs in my hand.
"Look up a little bit." Ying Jiao picked up an ice pack and turned to Jing Ci.
While obediently doing as he was told, Jing Ci asked him, "Do you sell this at school?"
"No, I called an errand purchasing agent." Yingjiao carefully applied the ice pack to Jing Ci's forehead, and pressed it with one hand to prevent it from falling off: "Does this hurt?"
Jing Ci shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
Yingjiao knew that even if he was in pain, he would not show it like a big thorn like others, so he could only make his movements as light as possible.
Fortunately, Jing Ci's injury only looks scary, but it's actually not serious.
There was no sign of dizziness in the head, and the swelling did not expand any more, which reassured Yingjiao a lot.
In the afternoon, government leaders came to the province for experiments on time.
After visiting the school and discussing the reward plan for Jing Ci with the principal, a leader asked to meet Jing Ci.
They have all seen the photos, after all, they are all over the Internet. The child looks so good-looking, I can't help but want to see what the real person looks like.
The principal thought of the big bump on Jing Ci's forehead, and couldn't bear to torment him. In addition, he was injured so badly that those who didn't know thought he was being bullied on campus, so he found an excuse to prevaricate.
Therefore, Jing Ci, who didn't like this kind of occasion very much, escaped by such a mistake.
Jing Ci originally thought that seeing the scene of Yuan Shen's death this time was just an accident. But he soon discovered that this was not the case, because from this day on, he began to receive the memory of the original owner intermittently—
He saw that little boy with yellow hair sitting alone on the sofa of Jing's house. He tried his best to put on a rebellious look, but he still couldn't help secretly watching the happy family of three.
He saw him lying on the bed, using the same writing habits as himself, writing Yingjiao's name over and over again, with a stubborn and determined expression on his face.
He saw him nodding and bowing, trying his best to please the people around Yingjiao, just to have a chance to get close to Yingjiao.
He also saw him being instigated, and rushed angrily to settle accounts with Qiao Anyan. He thought he had defeated Qiao Anyan and was complacent, but he forgot the scars all over his body.
I don't know if it's because I watched too much, or something else. Jing Ci gradually began to empathize with Yuanshen, and even... had the illusion that this was actually what he had experienced before.
Jing Ci was inevitably affected.
When he first established a relationship with Yingjiao, even if he liked him very much, he never took the initiative.
Later, the two of them got closer, and he would occasionally say a few words of love shyly, but this was the limit.
It would be absolutely impossible for him to act coquettishly, or make a request on his own initiative.
But now—