Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

On the LED giant screen in the square, the photo of the couple is still playing. As the picture changes, the light also becomes stronger and weaker.

Jing Ji held the bunch of flowers blankly, and he couldn't react for a while.

If other people's eyes drifted over, Ying Jiao didn't care at all. He cleared his throat, reached out and brushed Jing Ji's hair: "The people in front are almost scattered, let's go."

"Oh." Jing Ji stepped forward and followed him mechanically.

After walking a few steps, he passed the venue where he had just proposed marriage, and it was only when the strong light shone on his face that he quickly came back to his senses.

"Why..." His ears were a little red, and he said awkwardly: "How do you grab this?"

"You've moved your hukou to my house, what's wrong with me grabbing a flower for you?" Ying Jiao looked down at him and smiled smugly: "Speaking of which, our relationship is much closer than they are now."

Closer than the one who just got engaged, isn't that...

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip, and his heart was suddenly sweet as if he had drunk honey.

Ying Jiao didn't let him hold the bunch of flowers for too long. After all, Jing Ji was a big boy, so it was a little unsightly. Only one was left, and the rest were placed in the restaurant where they ate.

After returning home, Jing Ji found an empty mineral water bottle and filled it with water. Put the rose in the bottle and put it on the coffee table in the living room.

Ying Jiao went into the study for a while, and came out with a photo album in his hand. He sat next to Jing Ji and turned to the first page: "Which one you want, choose whatever you want."

Jing Ji's eyes lit up, and he hurried up.

The photos are sorted by age, and the first page is a snapshot of him not long after he was born.

A small lump, the skin is not as red as other newborns, but a little pink. Wearing light blue baby clothes, lying obediently in the crib, sleeping peacefully with eyes closed.

Jing Ji's heart was about to melt when he saw it.

"Do you want this?" Ying Jiao laughed, took out the photo, pushed it to Jing Ji, and turned the page.

Ying arrogant on the second page, he was sitting on the sofa with a building block in his hand, looking towards the camera. I don't know who provoked him, and the little brows frowned in dissatisfaction, inexplicably cute.

"This..." Jing Ji raised his eyes and looked at Ying Jiao: "I want it too."

Ying Jiao squinted his eyes, didn't know what to think, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay."

Turning down the album page by page, Ying Jiao also grew from a babbling baby to a handsome boy.

Every photo is good-looking, Jing Ji likes all of them, and finally succeeded in picking. Greedy wants this and that too.

"Baby," Ying Jiao leaned lazily on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ji: "You can also give it all..."

Jing Ji held the photo carefully, waiting nervously for his next sentence.

"What do you get in exchange?"

Jing Ji remembered the exchange conditions last night, and his throat suddenly became dry.

Ying Jiao rubbed his fair and clean ankles repeatedly, and said with a wicked smile, "Say it."

"I..." Jing Ci clenched his fists and did countless psychological constructions for himself, but he still couldn't say that sentence with color.

"That's it." Ying Jiao let go of him and pretended to be generous: "Don't bully you, this time is a condition."

Jing Ji was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

"Call my husband to come and listen."

Jing Ji was stunned, and then his face quickly turned red.

"What are you embarrassed about?" Ying Jiao put his face on one hand, looked at him calmly, and said solemnly, "We are both on the same account, why can't we let go."

Although Ying Jiao was right, this title was still too shameful for Jing Ji. He really couldn't open his mouth, so he retorted in a low voice, "Hukou book... I'm your cousin on the account book."

"Okay, Jingshen." Ying Jiao gritted his teeth gently: "I've learned to talk back." He picked up the ballpoint pen on the coffee table and raised Jing Ji's chin: "Do you have to force me to use some other means?"

"I can't help you if you think you can't touch it, right?" Ying Jiao smiled and whispered two words in his ear.

Jing Ji's face was extremely hot in an instant, he turned his head and stammered and refused: "No, no..."

"Is that called?" Yingjiao gently pressed his lips with a pen, his face full of suffocation: "Otherwise, maybe in the next second, my conditions will be changed."

When Jing Ji heard this, he was in a hurry.

He wanted those photos engraved with Yingjiao's growth trajectory so much, his heart swayed, his teeth clenched, and he nodded.

So that night, Ying Jiao shamelessly relied on the photos of himself when he was a child, and listened to the book in one breath.

The next day, Ying Jiao wanted to take Jing Ji out to play. I heard He Cong say that there was a shooting club not far away recently, and Yingjiao could tell that he was in the video game city last time. He liked this kind of exciting activity very much, but Jing Ji was ill.

He was so stupid that he never noticed it. Still, Yingjiao felt that something was wrong when he saw that he always drank water. I touched his forehead and took his temperature again, only to find out.

"37.9 degrees." Yingjiao put down the thermometer, stood up and said, "Put on a coat and I'll take you to the hospital."

"No." Jing Ji has always lived a rough life, let alone a low-grade fever, which is not a big deal, so he didn't care: "There's nothing uncomfortable, it's just a little hot in the nose, it doesn't matter."

"I still have to go and have a look." Yingjiao had already cleaned up quickly while he was talking. While opening the car-hailing software, he coaxed: "Be obedient, otherwise what if the temperature rises?"

"It's really okay." Jing Ji took a sip of water and comforted him: "Maybe it's because I haven't rested well during this time, maybe I'll get some sleep later."

"Why are you so stubborn." Ying Jiao couldn't do anything about him. After thinking for a while, he snatched the ice water from his hand: "Don't drink this, I'll cook something hot for you."

Jing Ji nodded, and when Ying Jiao wanted to turn around and go to the kitchen, he suddenly stopped him: "Brother..."

"Huh?" Yingjiao turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

Jing Ji hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed: "It's okay."

"What's the matter?" Yingjiao walked back to him and said softly, "Is there anything else to say to me?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, and after a long while, whispered: "Is it, is it that your mother is not satisfied with me?"

Ying Jiao was dumb: "Baby, what are you thinking about every day?" He was helpless and sat down beside Jing Ji: "You have good grades and good personality, it's too late for her to like it."

"But," Jing Ji was still worried, he licked his dry lips: "I'm a man..."

"What's wrong with the man?" Ying Jiao snorted: "I chased you first, if my mother is angry, she should be angry with me instead of you." He rubbed Jing Ji's head: "Don't think too much, it's just Just a coincidence."

Ying Jiao knew that Jing Ji valued their relationship too much to be like this, and his heart couldn't be soft. With a smirk at the corner of his mouth, he deliberately joked: "Didn't Lao Liu ask you to write a party application last time? Can't you do it? Jingshen, they are all party activists. What feudal superstition is going on?"

When Yingjiao said this, Jing Ji also felt a little baffled. He smiled embarrassedly, and the miscellaneous things in his mind were finally scattered.

"Go to the bedroom and lie down for a while. I'll bring the water to you when it's boiled."

"Okay."

Jing Ji didn't want to sleep, but he had a fever and his head was already groggy. In addition, I worked too hard some time ago, and my body was still a little weak, and I fell asleep soon after touching the pillow.

Then he dreamed again.

Calling it a dream is actually more like watching a movie, but the consciousness has been awake all the time.

In the sixth month of his imprisonment in the system space, when Qiao Anyan imitated him again and again to approach Yingjiao, Yingjiao finally found the clue.

Compared to the previous dream, he lost a lot of weight, the lines on his face became sharper, and his eyes were dark and without light. The temperament of the whole body was suppressed to the extreme, as if it would explode with a slight touch.

And Qiao Anyan was the one who didn't know whether to live or die.

Jing Ji has never seen Yingjiao like this: ruthless and cold-blooded, as if Qiao Anyan, who was crying and begging for mercy in front of him, was not alone, but a chicken, duck, and livestock that could be killed at will.

But he didn't feel scared, just felt distressed.

Qiao Anyan, who was covered in bones and bones, could not stand the torture of Yingjiao, and it didn't take long for him to reveal everything—

"I didn't do it... It's that system! It says that as long as I make everything about Jing Ji mine, I can replace him and become the protagonist of this world."

"Now... it's time for your feelings."

"Because, because you're another protagonist."

………………

Success is also Qiao Anyan, and defeat is also Qiao Anyan.

The system needs to rely on Qiao Anyan's superior to collect energy to strengthen itself, so it deliberately chose a simple-minded and easy-going person. But he didn't expect that in the end, because of this characteristic of him, he easily leaked the secret of his existence.

It can't do anything to Yingjiao, there are only two protagonists in the world. It doesn't matter if one dies, but if both die, the whole world collapses quickly. And as the initiator of the destruction of the world, it will be formatted.

So, this time, Jing Ji finally knew his true origin.

He didn't wear books, he was originally from this world.

It was Yingjiao who threatened suicide, forcing the system to send him to another world when his death was irreversible.

The system promised Yingjiao that as long as his soul was raised, it would return automatically.

So Yingjiao relies on that illusory hope, looking forward to it day by day...

Jing Ji's heart was sour, and he suddenly woke up.

The goal of entry was the simple-designed mug on the bedside table. He reached out and touched it, and the body of the mug was warm.

Jing Ji got up and held the cup in his hand, his eyes slowly turning red.

He always thought that lying in the trash can in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month was the most ruthless abandonment in the world. But it was only now that he understood that it was a man who gave him all his strength, all the love.