The thin wooden door was pulled open forcefully from the inside. Before Jing Ji could react, the next second, his back tightened suddenly, and Ying Jiao dragged his schoolbag into the classroom.
"Tick me on purpose?" He propped up the wall with one hand, trapped Jing Ci between the door panel and himself, and stared at him with burning eyes.
Jing Ci was expressing his feelings to him in such a provocative way.
Yingjiao couldn't help but swear in his heart, who the hell can stop this
"No." Facing his scorching gaze, Jing Ci hurriedly looked away as if she had been burned. His cheeks were a little red, and he whispered: "I just... miss you."
When they were together before, the two held hands, hugged and kissed. Although Jing Ci liked it, he didn't think it was impossible without these. However, when he couldn't even touch him, he realized how much he wanted to have physical contact with Yingjiao.
He has no other ideas, he just wants to get closer to Yingjiao, even closer, even through the glass.
Yingjiao felt a pain in his heart, knowing Yi Jingci's character, to be able to take the initiative to do this, I'm afraid he really missed him very much.
He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to rub him into his arms and kiss him wantonly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Think I touched you?"
Jing Ci gave a low "hmm".
Yingjiao is afraid that he will feel uncomfortable, so he deliberately diverts his attention.
He lowered his body slightly and got closer to Jing Ci, but he was careful not to touch him, and said ambiguously, "Where do you want me to touch you? Ears, chest, legs or..."
"Brother!" Jing Ji hurriedly interrupted him, with a blushing face that was almost familiar, and stammered: "Teacher, it's in the classroom."
"Well, I know." Yingjiao took a panoramic view of his shy appearance, smiled, and said indifferently: "There is no one else."
"... That's not okay either." Jing Ji insisted on this inexplicably: "Not in the classroom."
Emotions are still a little old-fashioned.
Yingjiao laughed, and deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "It's not enough to be a classroom?"
Jing Ci turned his head in embarrassment, and after a while, he nodded slightly.
After the two separated, Yingjiao seldom slandered Jing Ci. Fear of not being able to control himself is one aspect, and more is worry about putting pressure on Jing Ci and making him feel guilty.
But today since he started by himself...
Yingjiao licked his lower lip, so he can't be blamed for being rude.
"What can I do?" Yingjiao leaned against the wall lazily, and laughed in a ruffian way: "If you don't list them all clearly, what if I accidentally do something and step on your thunder?"
"I... I don't have lightning points."
"Why not?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows, and pulled off his schoolbag strap cheaply: "You didn't even allow me to say a word just now."
He looked into Jing Ji's eyes, and coaxed: "Be obedient, tell me in a low voice, what can I do?"
Jing Ji's ears turned red, his Adam's apple moved, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You can do whatever you want."
Yingjiao's breathing suddenly became heavy. Jing Ci's words were no different to an invitation to strip naked to him. He was so teased that he was about to explode, and he clenched his fists: "You wait for me! Wait later..."
Jing Ci raised his eyes.
Yingjiao chuckled, then leaned slightly, panting in his ear, "Father killed you."
The students who went out to eat came back one after another, and He Porridge and the others were the first batch.
They also handed in the papers in advance, not because they finished their answers, but because they went to the cafeteria to avoid queuing. Anyway, no matter how you write it, it’s so good, so you might as well hand in the paper early and go to dinner.
"Fuck, please be more specific, I..." Zheng Que walked in bluffing all the way, and wanted to say something, but when his eyes fell on Jing Ci who was lying on the table, he immediately fell silent.
He walked to his seat and sat down, then turned around and asked Yingjiao: "What's wrong with Brother Ci?"
Yingjiao was brushing up questions. Hearing this, the pen in his hand didn't stop, and he pursed his lips and said, "I'm tired."
"It's strange," Zheng Que sighed, "It's the first time I see brother Ci being tired from the exam."
In front, Jing Ji tilted his head, and hid the red ear tightly in his arm.
Zheng Que just asked casually, and when he got the answer, he stopped entanglement, and instead stretched out his hand to poke He Porridge: "Old He, you continue to talk about that just now, I'm curious."
"It's Qiao Anyan from Class 11." He Porridge turned around, opened a bottle of Coke, and said while drinking, "I won tens of thousands of dollars in the online lottery."
"Didn't Brother Jiao ask about him before? At that time, Lao Peng said that he was very lucky sometimes. I didn't believe it. I thought it was too mysterious." He Porridge was speechless with envy: "Now it seems that it is really not nonsense."
Zheng Que's blood boiled when he heard it, and he was eager to try: "What prize did he draw? I want to try it too."
"I don't know." He Porridge wiped his lower lip with his hand, shook his head and said, "He refuses to say."
Zheng Que sighed in disappointment: "I'm afraid that everyone will draw if they know about it, so as to lower the winning rate? Hey, it's a blessing to share."
Peng Chengcheng suddenly sneered.
Apart from the lottery, what kind of prize can win tens of thousands of dollars at once, and also hide it and refuse to disclose it to the outside world? Gambling is more or less the same.
"Old Peng, why are you so yin and yang?" Zheng Que put Peng Chengcheng's shoulder heartlessly: "Could it be that you are also envious and jealous?"
Peng Chengcheng glanced at him with a mentally retarded gaze, and slowly uttered four words: "Internet gambling."
"Damn it!" He Porridge was so startled that he almost threw the Coke bottle in his hand: "Impossible, right? How dare he do such a thing?"
Although He Porridge and the others don't like to study, they often skip class and go out to play games. But what can be touched and what cannot be touched, there is a clear line in my heart.
Zheng Que also didn't believe it: "Gambling always loses, how can we win so much? And we are all students, where did the gambling addiction come from?" He waved his hand: "Old Peng, don't scare me."
Peng Chengcheng was too lazy to waste words with him, turned around blankly, and lay down to sleep on his own.
Later, Yingjiao turned over a page of the exercise book in his hand, lowered his head to cover the coldness on his face.
These days, he thinks a lot.
After asking Qiao Anyan on the rooftop, Yingjiao can be sure that he must have been with Jing Ci in his previous life. Not only that, but the classmate he saw walking beside him should also be Jing Ci.
If, as Qiao Anyan said, he died after returning that day, even if he was reborn, it shouldn't have such a big impact on Jing Ci.
Therefore, Yingjiao is more inclined to what Qiao Anyan did to Jing Ci, which led to all this happening now.
What exactly he couldn't think of, but...
Yingjiao pinched the pen, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of cruelty.
The person who hurt Jing Ci, let alone reincarnated once, even if reincarnated a hundred times, he will remember this hatred.
What is Qiao Anyan most afraid of
Having lived such a miserable life in his previous life, he must be afraid of falling into that situation again.
Then he just wanted Qiao Anyan to watch, and if he did it again, he would still make the same mistakes. If you want to change your life, if you don't work hard, but use crooked ways to snatch other people's things and plan to keep them for yourself, there is no such thing as cheap.
Yingjiao slowly turns the pen in his hand, gambling, it is natural to give some sweetness at the beginning, otherwise——
How did it keep him hooked
The provincial experiment teacher was very efficient, and it took only two days for the monthly test results to come out.
Jing Ci is still the best, ranking high on the top of the list, leaving the second place with no hope of catching up. But being shown off for one semester in a row, the entire sophomore year group was completely numb to it.
When I saw his name and score again, I didn't even have any waves in my heart.
Isn't this a very normal thing? It's not normal for Jing Ci not to take the first place in the exam, okay
What? Haven't studied seriously for a few months before preparing for the competition? Should academic performance drop
That's an ordinary person, can the boss do the same? How rare!
However, compared to the calm outside, Class Seven at this time fell into a new round of shock.
This time it was not because of Jingci, but because of Yingjiao.
"Brother Jiao..." In the classroom, He Porridge, who had just returned from the red list, walked up to Yingjiao with a complicated look on his feet, "Do you know what your total score is this time?"
The hard work of a winter vacation was not in vain. The moment he saw the test paper in the examination room, Yingjiao knew that he would not do too badly in the test this time.
When the teacher was teaching the papers before, he estimated the score in his heart, and he felt that he could get a score of 550.
Before he could ask, He Porridge couldn't wait to say: "566!"
"This... This is a line, right?" He Porridge looked at Yingjiao in disbelief: "Just one semester, one semester improved 166 points! Are you a beast?"
First Jingci, then Yingjiao.
For some reason, He Porridge suddenly had a strange feeling that learning is very simple...
Maybe if he works hard, he can get a score of 500 for fun
"Damn it!" Zheng Que had no idea about scores, but when He Porridge said a line, he understood: "Is my brother Jiao so awesome now?"
The two of them were frightened here for a moment, but Yingjiao continued to do the questions without any reaction, as if the person who took the 566 test was not him.
He Porridge couldn't stand it anymore, leaned over and snatched the pen in his hand: "No, Brother Jiao, why are you so calm?"
"What's there to be surprised about? After all..." Yingjiao finally raised his head, and he smiled coquettishly with his lips drawn together: "Am I still not sure if I'm terrible or not?"
He Congee: "..."
He Porridge stared at him with dead eyes: "Can you show some face? If you say you are fat, you are still panting."
Yingjiao took out a coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into his mouth. He leaned back against the wall and sneered, "I'm stupid and blame others? How many points can I get in the test? Let's see Jing Ci." Don't you know?"
He Porridge was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Yes, after all, your notes were made by Brother Ci."
"No." Yingjiao lazily hooked the candy with the tip of his tongue: "I'll give you another chance to show off your IQ. I've been with Jing Ci for a long time, so I'm more and more like him. What's this called?"
He Porridge blinked, and subconsciously followed his words: "The appeal of Xueshen?"
Yingjiao looked at the back of Jing Ci's head, and smiled lowly: "Wrong, husband and wife."
He Porridge: "..."
The author has something to say: Brother Jiao today is a serious brother who passed the 566 exam! So don't act in a small theater!