Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Strictly speaking, this is the first time that Jing Ci has come to the cinema.

Yingjiao chose the position in the middle of the third row, with a very good view.

Because the cinema is near the high school, most of the people who come are students, and there are no parents with bear children. Everyone sits quietly and watches the movie.

The filming of the movie is also okay, ignoring some unrealistic plots, and the miscalculated math problem on the blackboard, it is quite interesting to see another kind of high school life that is completely different from my own.

One third of the progress has passed, and the plot conflict is becoming more and more obvious. Jing Ji picked up the milk tea and took a sip, waiting for the next episode.

He didn't put the milk tea back, but held it in his hands to warm his hands.

Ying Jiao didn't know why he was always not allowed to drink Coke, but Jing Ji himself didn't care. He had no preference for drinks, and it was the same for any drink, what Ying Jiao said was what he said.

Jing Ji swallowed the pearl in his mouth and took another sip.

On the big screen, the plot has developed to the point where the cannon fodder is sent to provoke the male protagonist.

As the male protagonist, of course, the colder the expression, the better, and the less talk, the cooler. After the cannon fodder clamored for a while, he seemed to be annoyed by his body language. He bent down and picked up the bricks on the ground, and pointed at the male protagonist's head all at once.

In an instant, blood and scalp flew together. On half of the big screen, there is the male protagonist's blood-stained face.

Blood? !

Jing Ji was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to see Yingjiao.

But before he could turn his head, he was thrown into his arms.

Ying Jiao closed his eyes tightly, his head was full of cold sweat, and he was already in a state of half syncope.

"Ying Jiao?" Jing Ji called him in a low voice, but Ying Jiao didn't respond at all.

Jing Ji looked left and right, the two of them were sitting in the middle, there were people on both sides, Ying Jiao was not conscious, it was impossible to go out, and he could only find a way to wake him up.

For the first time, when Ying Jiao was dizzy, Jing Ji abruptly woke him up with his hands.

But this time, Jing Ji tried several times, but couldn't do it. He had no choice but to put the still-warm milk tea cup on his face, push him constantly with his hands, and whisper his name in his ear.

Yingjiao's eyebrows moved, and it seemed that he hadn't completely fainted. Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief, put the milk tea aside, and held his cold hands tightly. Afraid of disturbing others watching the movie, he tried to get closer to Yingjiao and kept calling him.

"It's okay..." After more than a minute, Ying Jiao finally had some consciousness, he gritted his teeth, restrained the uncontrollable trembling of his body, and squeezed two words out of his teeth.

"Can you do it now?" The light in the cinema was very dark, and Jing Ji couldn't see his face clearly, so he was a little worried. Discuss with him in a low voice: "Let's not watch, let's go out?"

Yingjiao remained silent.

Just when Jing Ji wanted to ask him again, Ying Jiao's weak but insistent voice sounded in his ears: "Who do you think can't do it?"

He took a few breaths, then forced another sentence: "Just kidding, 180 minutes is absolutely fine."

Jing Ci: "..."

When Jing Ji saw that he still had the energy to think about these messy things, he was not so worried. He didn't answer, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you wait for me here and I'll go out and get you some hot water?"

The last time Yingjiao went to the school doctor's office due to fainting of blood, the school doctor asked him to drink hot water.

Yingjiao is much better now. Compared to the blood he faced directly with Jing Ji last time, the artificial blood on the screen only had a momentary impact on him.

"No." He moved, trying to straighten up, only to realize that his hand was being held by Jing Ji.

Jing Ji's hand was a circle smaller than his, and even if he stretched his fingers as much as possible, he couldn't completely wrap his hand.

Ying Jiao raised the corners of his lips slightly, and attacked because of his illness: "Isn't your milk tea hot? Give me a sip."

Jing Ji froze for a while: "I've already drank it."

"It's alright," Yingjiao still closed his eyes: "We've kissed each other, do you still care about that?"

Others were still watching movies, and Jing Ji didn't want to argue with him. After hesitating for a few seconds, he wanted to exchange his straw with his, but he didn't expect the milk tea to be snatched by Yingjiao as soon as he got it.

He seems to have recovered a lot, and even has strength in his hands. Without waiting for Jing Ji to stop him, he bit the straw and took a sip while looking at Jing Ji's eyes.

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, and he immediately turned his head to stop looking at him.

In the end, the two of them insisted on watching the movie. As for whether they saw it or not, I don't know.

When they walked out of the cinema, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and neither of them spoke first.

Yingjiao kept thinking in his heart how to honor himself.

Who would have thought that there is still a shot of bricks in a youth love movie?

When you are in love, you are in love. What are you doing with these messy shots? !

Simply too unsocialist.

Between the director and the film auditor, there must be something wrong!

No, he had to figure out a way to get Jing Ji to forget about it.

Jing Ji walked beside Ying Jiao and thought to himself that Ying Jiao seemed to be very concerned about the blood dizziness.

When I ran into it for the first time, I even asked him to write a letter of guarantee for this, so did I pretend that nothing happened?

But after all, I just watched the movie, what should I start with without talking about the movie?

How about an exam?

The two turned to look at each other at the same time.

Yingjiao: "You..."

Jing Ji: "You..."

Yingjiao coughed: "Then what, do you believe me when I said I just took a nap?"

Jing Ci: "..."

The corners of Jing Ji's lips curved uncontrollably, and he lowered his head to hold back a smile: "Trust."

"Why do I think you don't believe it?" Ying Jiao gritted his teeth, raised his chin, and stared into his eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

Jing Ji was already struggling to hold back his laughter, but when he asked this question, he couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry," he laughed while avoiding Yingjiao's hand, remembering the scene when he just crossed over, and said rarely, "Do you need me to write you another letter of guarantee?"

Jing Ji's character is relatively light, and there are few times like this moment when he laughs wildly. A pair of dark eyes sparkled, full of smiles.

Ying Jiao looked at him, his heart softened into a ball, he just felt that it didn't matter what face he was dizzy with.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Jing Ji's face, and said in a low voice, "Don't guarantee the book this time, you want another kind of book."

Jing Ji wondered: "What?"

"Little classmate," Ying Jiao laughed, his eyes tightly clasping his face, as if jokingly as serious: "Would you like a love letter?"

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly became uncomfortable. He pushed Yingjiao away, raised his foot and walked forward.

Ying Jiao looked at his hurrying back, calmed down for a moment, secretly warned himself not to be impatient, and quickened his pace to catch up.

"What are you running for?"

"...I didn't run."

"Get in the car," Yingjiao went to the side to get the bicycle and patted the back seat of the car: "Brother will take you to dinner, how about the lemon grilled fish?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, and jumped to the back seat of the car neatly: "I can do it."

Ying Jiao tilted his head slightly and asked him, "Have you been seated yet?"

"All right."

Yingjiao raised the leg on the ground, stepped on the pedal hard, and rode all the way forward.

The wind poured into his wide school uniform, propping up a bulging arc at the back, driving the shirt to climb up slightly, revealing a black sweater on the waist.

Seeing this, Jing Ji quietly dragged his school uniform down, squeezing the wind out, and then let go.

After the monthly exam, the students in the provincial experiment relaxed for a while. Jing Ji was the exact opposite of them, because the provincial preliminary round of the National Mathematics League had begun.

The day before the competition, Mr. Zhao did not ask them to do any more questions, but carefully explained to them what they need to pay attention to before the test——

"Although many of you here have participated in the mathematics league, don't rely on this to not pay attention to the lectures, or if something goes wrong, a year of hard work will be in vain."

Mr. Zhao took a sip of water, glanced down the stage slowly, and continued: "We will meet in front of the second teaching building at 5:30 tomorrow morning, you are not allowed to be late! Our math competition class is lined up at the pillar on the far right in front of the building. , everyone has to wear school uniforms."

"I have told you before the competition time, and I will stress it again. It is held at Donghai University, and the test starts at 8:00. The first test is from 8:00 to 9:20, and the second test is from 9:40 to 12:10. ."

Having said that, he gave Jing Ji a key look: "No matter what the situation is, you are not allowed to submit the papers in advance, do you hear me?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ji responded along with the other classmates: "I heard it."

"Okay, I won't say more nonsense." Teacher Zhao was about to make a conclusion, when suddenly he seemed to remember something, and said: "Wait, there is one more thing, I almost forgot to mention it."

"Tomorrow you all get up early, and the cafeteria will not be open at that time. It doesn't matter, the school manages the breakfast, and it will be delivered to you after you gather together and board the bus."

Teacher Zhao thought for a while, this time there was really no place to warn him, he waved his hand and let them go.

"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance on the third floor tomorrow morning. What time do you come out?" After walking out of the classroom, Zhou Chao asked Jing Ji.

Jing Ji thought about it for a while: "Around five ten."

Zhou Chaoyi clapped his hands: "Me too, we agreed to meet at 5:10."

Jing Ji nodded: "Okay."

"See you tomorrow morning."

"meet tomorrow."

After returning to the classroom, Jing Ji did not read books and do questions as usual, but took out a transparent file bag and began to organize the stationery to bring tomorrow.

Yingjiao put down his pen and asked him, "What time will you meet tomorrow morning?"

"Half-thirty," Jing Ji put an eraser in the file bag, raised his head and said, "In front of the second teaching building." After thinking about it, he added: "The school still manages breakfast."

Yingjiao looked at him as if he had found a treasure, and laughed: "So happy, do you want to bring a mobile phone tomorrow?"

Jing Ji was also thinking about this question, but he didn't answer immediately after hearing the words.

"Take it," Ying Jiao brought his file bag over, although he knew that Jing Ci would not make mistakes, he still checked it for him: "If I have anything to do with you, don't forget it before the exam. Just put it in your bag."

"Okay." Jing Ji nodded: "Then I'll take it with me."

He thought about it for a while, and told Ying Jiao: "Tomorrow morning self-study and lunch break will be enough. You finish the set of physics papers. You made a lot of mistakes in physics this time. I will check when I come back."

"Don't worry," Yingjiao pulled up the file bag and returned it to him, chuckling, "I have to finish the task you assigned even if I don't go to the toilet after class."

Jing Ji put the document bag in his schoolbag and ignored him, but the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

The next day before dawn, Jing Ji got up, and after washing lightly, he went to the entrance of the corridor to meet Zhou Chao. While talking, the two came to the front of the second teaching building.

When they arrived, there were already many people standing in front of the building. The bus hired by the provincial experiment was parked next to it, and its engine thumped.

"I don't know what people can get here," Zhou Chao complained while rubbing his stomach, "I'm a little hungry, and so are our school teachers. We won't give breakfast until all the people come."

Jing Ji looked at the time, it was still ten minutes to half past five, and comforted: "It should be soon, we will gather soon."

Zhou Chao sighed: "I hope."

Jing Ji wanted to say something, but his shoulder was suddenly patted, he turned around and was stunned.

"You... why are you here?"

"Come on," Ying Jiao didn't answer him, he pulled him to a sheltered place behind the pillar, and took out an insulated lunch box and a thermos cup from his schoolbag: "Don't eat the food from the school, it's not delicious, I'll bring it to you. already."

He opened the insulated lunch box, revealing the steaming xiaolongbao inside: "Eat it, my aunt made it. It's very clean. There are two kinds of stuffing, one is chicken with mushrooms, and the other is fresh meat with shepherd's purse."

Jing Ji looked up at him and asked in a low voice, "You, did you come here on purpose to bring me breakfast?"

"No," Ying Jiao smiled. Seeing that he didn't move, he simply stretched out his hand and put a xiaolongbao to his mouth: "Open your mouth, what are you doing? How can I not be there when you participate in the competition for the first time?"

"Thank you." Jing Ji's heart was warm, he bit the xiao long bao and glanced at Zhou Chao over there guiltily. For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to share the breakfast that Yingjiao brought with others.

Ying Jiao took a closer look at his face and saw that he had eaten several times in a row. He guessed that it was quite to his taste, so he was relieved and unscrewed the thermos cup and handed it over: "Drink some soy milk."

Jing Ji nodded, took the cup and took a sip.

Yingjiao's auntie's craftsmanship is really good, the xiaolongbao is fresh and delicious, and the soy milk is also thick and mellow. Jing Ji wanted to take another sip, but was stopped by Ying Jiao.

"Don't drink too much, just moisten your mouth." Ying Jiao chuckled and whispered in his ear, "You don't need to go to the toilet during the exam."

Thinking of Jing Ji's habit of not being able to leave anything, he said again: "Don't worry, I will drink the rest and won't throw it away."

How can I make him eat his leftovers?

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, and he wanted him to keep the soy milk and drink it when he came back after the exam. In the end, before he could speak, Teacher Zhao raised a loudspeaker and shouted, "Let's start the roll call, starting with the math competition class. Zhou Chao! Jiang Chong..."

"Let's go." Yingjiao took the lunch box in his hand, stuffed it into his schoolbag, reached out to hug him, and whispered in his ear: "Little classmate, come on in the competition, I wish you all the best, Victory."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, gradually relaxed after being stiff for a few seconds, hugged him back quickly, said thank you, and turned around to go to the queue.

When getting on the bus, Jing Ji glanced back, Ying Jiao was still standing there.

He carried his schoolbag in one hand and leaned lazily against the pillar. Because the sky was still a little dark, Jing Ji couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could see that his face was facing his direction.

Jing Ji's heart suddenly beat fiercely, he boarded the bus a few steps, stood at the top of the door, and waved at Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his right hand with a smile.

The bus slowly drove out of the school, Yingjiao walked into the classroom and started to do physics papers seriously, while Jing Ji officially started his competition.

The author has something to say: to save face for Brother Jiao, 180 minutes is his last insistence.