Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Chapter 88

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Jing Ci got out of bed and opened a bottle of mineral water, and took two gulps.

Li Zhou is not in the dormitory, and he only has half a day off a week, which he cherishes very much. At this moment, he and his sister went to the video game city to catch dolls, and even the toiletries were brought back by Jing Ji for him.

The cold water slid down his throat and into his stomach, causing waves of trembling, successfully pulling Jing Ci out of the palpitation.

He leaned against the bed rail and stood beside the bed, feeling cold all over and his fingertips trembling.

Last time, he only dreamed about a part of the time when he and Yingjiao were in college, but today, he almost dreamed about the whole process from their acquaintance to their relationship.

So clear and coherent, not like a dream, more like another life.

Thinking of the scene in the dream where Yingjiao was still standing where they were saying goodbye after his death, Jing Ji's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, and the pain was severe.

He clenched his fists and forced himself to stay sane.

Before that, Jing Ci never doubted his identity, he was just a book traveler who accidentally slipped into the world of novels.

But the dream just now made him realize that this might not be the case.

He probably didn't travel through time, but...returned.

Jing Ci's pupils dilated slightly, he sat down on the bed, grabbed the cool water bottle and held it for a while, and waited for his mood to calm down a little before continuing.

In the novel, Qiao Anyan counterattacked after being reborn, and a small red mole exactly like himself appeared on his ear.

Now, even though Qiao Anyan has been reborn, he is still at the bottom of the grade. There was nothing on his ears.

Thinking of what Qiao Anyan said in the dream, Jing Ci's chest heaved and his breathing became short of breath.

He didn't know how he got to another world, how he came back, and he didn't know what was going on in that novel. But he can be sure that Qiao Anyan used some means to destroy his life, and even tried to replace it.

Jing Ci leaned his back against the wall, his eyes flushed. Originally, he and Yingjiao should be a couple.

He came here not by accident, nor by God's tease, but by destiny.

Jing Ji suddenly wanted to win arrogance very much, even if it was to read his news. He fumbled to take out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Yingjiao.

Something buzzed under the pillow, and Jing Ji was slightly startled, only then did he remember that Yingjiao's cell phone was with him.

He reached out and took out the phone, holding it in his hand and rubbing it slowly.

It was already evening, the lights in the dormitory were not turned on, the light was a bit dim, and the black mobile phone almost blended into the darkness.

Jing Ji held it, but felt inexplicably at ease.

This is what Yingjiao uses every day and has his breath.

After calming down for a while, Jing Ci unlocked the phone, clicked into WeChat, and wanted to delete the message he just sent. His eyes fell on the chat bar above, but he accidentally saw something related to himself in the last message of a group.

[Your uncle of the He family]: You are so handsome every day, does Brother Ci know

Although he had been holding Yingjiao's phone for several days, Jing Ci really didn't look through it on purpose.

He involuntarily entered the group, pulled down the chat history, and wanted to see what He Porridge meant.

Then, a world he never knew slowly appeared in front of him.

Jing Ci saw that every little thing about the progress of their relationship, every little thing he did for him, was shown off by Yingjiao.

Between the lines, although it is very... sloppy, it can make people feel his irrepressible joy.

Has he always described himself like this in front of his best friends

Jing Ci's cheeks were hot, he entered his name in the search box, and clicked through one by one.

When he saw a certain place, his fingertips stopped immediately.

It turned out that the end-of-the-month party was not a routine class dinner as he thought. But Yingjiao knew that he didn't want to go home, so he deliberately initiated it for him.

The corners of Jing Ci's eyes were red, and he raised an arm to cover his face, but the exposed corners of his lips were curled up.

On the other side, in the box of Yueweixuan, Yingjiao rejected the birthday cake offered by He Porridge, picked up a bowl of sauerkraut old duck soup, and drank it slowly.

Opposite him, Zheng Que gnawed on the spicy rabbit head and said, "We only drank a few cans of the beer in the box, and I don't know if we can return the rest."

Peng Chengcheng replied blankly: "It should be possible."

Yingjiao turned to look at him: "Why do you order so much if you can't finish drinking?"

Having been with Jing Ci for a long time, he has unknowingly picked up a little bit of Jing Ci's habit.

"Don't mention it." Thinking that they almost had an oolong, He Porridge couldn't hold back his joy: "We thought you broke up with Brother Ci, and we planned to give you some wine and talk."

Yingjiao's movements paused, he couldn't hear such words now.

No matter how helpless, no matter how unavoidable there are reasons, he and Jing Ci did separate, and he proposed it on his own initiative.

The word "break up" hurts every time I hear it.

He put down the soup bowl, took a sip of beer with downcast eyes: "Sick? It's fine, why should we share it?"

"Then why did you suddenly change your seat?" Zheng Que has been curious for the past few days, but now that he finally caught the opportunity, he immediately asked, "And you kept your face cold and silent that night."

After he finished speaking, he was suddenly blessed: "No way, Brother Jiao, did you quarrel with Brother Ci, so you ran away from home like others? Waiting for Brother Ci to coax you."

He Congee choked on a mouthful of Kung Pao Chicken, almost spraying it on Peng Chengcheng's face.

Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Can your play be as low as your test score?"

He took another sip of beer and said lightly: "Before you speak, please take a look at the callus on your right hand. If you are single, don't try to guess the love between couples, okay?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que was so angry that he almost had a myocardial infarction, and sneered with his neck stuck: "Hehe, just be stubborn, we don't know the specific situation anyway."

He Porridge nodded frantically at the side: "That's right, that's the truth."

"That's really good, I applaud you." Yingjiao slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the couple bracelet on his wrist, and smiled: "Need I remind you, why didn't you watch a movie this afternoon?"

Zheng Que choked, speechless.

Yingjiao smirked, lowered his head and was about to continue eating when Peng Chengcheng suddenly said, "If you have something to say, please speak up, don't play dead."

He Porridge was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Peng Chengcheng hesitated for a moment, but still said: "He asked me about online gambling the day before yesterday."

This time, even Zheng Que, who had just been hit violently, raised his head again: "Brother Jiao?"

"What are you thinking, can I do that? I just read the news and asked casually." Yingjiao picked up a chopstick of sauerkraut fish and put it in a bowl. chill.

After being reborn, the last thing Qiao Anyan wanted was to fall into the same situation as in his previous life.

But gambling is one of the two most difficult things in this world to quit. The so-called country is easy to change and nature is hard to change. When faced with temptation, can Qiao Anyan really resist it

Yingjiao raised the corners of his lips viciously, so let's try it out.

Because I have to go back to study at seven o'clock, the few people did not arrange other programs after dinner. Yingjiao went to the Cantonese restaurant next door to pack two salt-baked squabs before heading to school.

Jing Ci has been very thin these days, so he needs to make up for it.

Fearing that the pigeon would get cold, he walked in a hurry and accidentally tripped over it.

Behind him, He Porridge tutted: "Brother Jiao, you must be drunk, right? You can't drink enough."

No one can say that he is not good, in all aspects.

Yingjiao turned around and gave him a slanted look: "How come, I also know that I like Jingci."

He Congee: "..."

He Porridge took a deep breath, resisted the urge to hit someone, and gave him a word: "Get out!!!!"

After arriving at school, Yingjiao originally wanted to go directly to the dormitory to find Jingci. But looking at the time, he reckoned that he should already be in the classroom at this moment, so he advanced into the class.

He guessed right, Jing Ji was sitting in his seat reading a book, and didn't even lift his head when he heard the sound.

Yingjiao walked over and tapped his desktop with his fingers: "I brought you something to eat, come with me."

Squabs are not snacks, so it is not easy to eat them directly in the classroom. Yingjiao led Jing Ci to the corner at the end of the corridor, and then stopped. Open the lunch box and pass the chopsticks to him: "I know you had dinner at night, so I didn't buy too much, can you eat it?"

Jing Ci's heart is still a little sore because of that dream. Now being fed by him like this, it becomes sweet.

Yingjiao even thinks about himself when he goes out to eat.

He took the chopsticks and said softly, "It's okay to eat."

"That's good, eat it quickly, it should be fishy when it's cold."

Jing Ci nodded, holding a squab with his chopsticks. He didn't eat it directly, but raised his head and asked Yingjiao: "Brother, do you want to?"

Yingjiao was already full and didn't want to eat any more, but when his eyes fell on his hands, he changed his mind.

There are two entrances to the teaching building. A connecting main entrance, where students basically go in and out. The other one is connected to where Ying Jiao and Jing Ci are standing now. Because the stairs are dark and narrow, and far from the toilet and cafeteria, basically no one goes there.

Yingjiao turned his head and glanced towards the direction of the stairs, seeing no one coming up, lazily leaning against the wall, the rascal said: "Yes, but I don't want to do it."

Jing Ci met his smiling eyes and immediately understood what he meant.

He didn't refuse, but picked the one with the fewest bones from the box, and brought it to Yingjiao's lips with red ears.

It was done, but Jing Ci was still a little uncomfortable, and had nothing to say: "You guys, didn't you guys go to eat Sichuan food?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao lowered his head and quickly took the pigeon meat away, and said vaguely: "This place is next to Yueweixuan, I stopped by."

Jing Ci's heart was warm, and he also took a piece and put it in his mouth.

Yingjiao said that he was too lazy to do anything, and Jing Ji really believed it. Seeing that he was almost finished eating, he raised the lid of the box: "Brother, spit..."

It happened that Yingjiao raised his hand, and the two of them bumped into each other immediately.

Yingjiao cursed angrily, took a step back immediately, and said distressedly: "It's because I didn't pay attention too much, does it hurt?"

Jing Ci didn't speak, he just stared at his hand in a daze. After a long while, he suddenly raised his head: "It seems, it seems that the pain is not so great anymore!"

There are no exams in the past few days. It must not be because of studies, but because of feelings. The big stone in Yingjiao's heart fell to the ground, and it seemed that his guess was right.

Could it be that Jing Ci saw something in his mobile phone

Just as he was thinking, Jing Ji came over excitedly and grabbed his hand: "Try again!"

Yingjiao quickly dodges: "Forget it, wait..."

"Brother," Jing Ji looked up at him pleadingly, and said softly, "Just for a moment, let me try, it really doesn't hurt that much."

Jing Ji is usually a little bit better, but Yingjiao can't stand it, let alone acting like a baby like this.

He really couldn't refuse, and stretched out a hand: "Once it's agreed, just once."

Jing Ci nodded immediately, and couldn't wait to buckle it up.

It's not wrong, if the two of them were in contact before, the pain was like cutting flesh with a knife. Now it's like falling and scratching the skin, which is completely bearable.

Jing Ci's eyes lit up, and he was incoherent with joy: "It's true brother, it's true!"

"Understood." Although he said so, Yingjiao still didn't dare to touch him. It's because Jing Ci has a lot of criminal records that he has to be cautious. And even a little bit, Yingjiao didn't want him to hurt.

He shook his hand: "Let go first, you won't listen to me..."

Before Yingjiao could finish his sentence, a familiar male voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Ying, Jiao, Jing, Ci."

Teacher Liu came up and stared at the two tightly clasped hands without blinking, and there was a huge wave in his heart: "What are you doing?"

He parked his bicycle close to the small gate today, so he came up from here. Who knew that as soon as they stepped onto the third floor, they bumped into the scene of the two holding hands.

In the past, Mr. Liu would not think too much about it. But ever since he read Qiao Anyan's love letter to Yingjiao last semester, he realized that sometimes boys need to pay attention to each other.

What's more, these two people are not simply holding hands, but clasping their fingers together in a place where no one is around, which is really too ambiguous.

The two were startled, and turned their heads at the same time, facing Mr. Liu's eyes that were brewing a storm.

Jing Ci's heart was beating wildly, and his body was a little stiff. At the critical moment, before he had time to think, he subconsciously stood in front of Yingjiao: "Teacher, I..."

"Teacher," Yingjiao gently broke away from his hand and interrupted him: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Teacher Liu's mind was buzzing, and he was in a mess. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked with a dark face, "Where did you go wrong?"

Yingjiao's expression remained unchanged, and his expression was extremely natural. He sighed and said, "I should study hard and keep my feet on the ground, instead of being poisoned by feudal superstitions and pinning my hope of improving my next exam score on being contaminated with the breath of a god of learning." On the left side of the side door."

Teacher Liu:"… "