Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Others have absolutely no idea what's going on right now.

He Conge stood a meter away from them and looked carefully here, for fear that his arrogant brother would suddenly become angry and burst into flames and beat his head.

Wu Weicheng foolishly held the basketball, looked at this and that, but didn't dare to speak first.

Peng Chengcheng was silent as usual.

On the other hand, Zheng Que laughed heartlessly with his hips on his back and laughed: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ji, what are you two doing? Playing Russian nesting dolls?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and didn't look at Ying Jiao, his palms were sweaty, and his heartbeat was so fast that he could hardly speak. There was a mess in my mind, but I was still thinking about Yingjiao subconsciously: "I, I don't move... Block it, you can get it done quickly."

Yingjiao's eyes were stagnant, and the rude words that had already reached his lips could not be uttered no matter what.

At that moment of lightning and flint just now, he thought of many kinds of reactions in his mind.

He may be embarrassed, angry, or even disgusted, but he alone did not expect him to say such a thing.

Jing Ji's face was thin, and his face was extremely unnatural at this moment, and it looked like he was about to bounce. Yingjiao was ready to be kicked by him, but...

Yingjiao closed his eyes, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and prevented himself from continuing to lose his temper.

How can there be such a good and good person in this world, so that every day, he likes him more than the day before.

He looked at Jing Ji's red ears and sighed in his heart.

This little fool, he doesn't move, he has to be this hard for the rest of his life.

"I'm sorry," Yingjiao rubbed his head and apologized, "I embarrassed you."

"...No," Jing Ji lay on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall violently, and shrank his fingertips: "You didn't mean it either."

Yingjiao took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Don't tease me again."

It's really going to catch fire if you push it further.

"Huh?" Jing Ji was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Ying Jiao calmed down, raised his eyes to look at He Congee, and said in a hoarse voice, "Old He, throw my school uniform over here."

"Oh oh oh." He Conge consciously escaped, without asking why, he quickly gave him the school uniform obediently.

"Get up first, don't worry, no one can see it." Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ji's waist and lowered his voice: "Did you fall?"

"No." Jing Ji looked around calmly, and in order to cover Ying Jiao, he got up little by little in an awkward posture.

Ying Jiao felt sour and soft in his heart by his slow and thoughtful actions. When he came together, he immediately put his school uniform between his legs and sat up with a long leg.

At this moment, Yingjiao felt that his elbows and back hurt badly.

He was afraid of Jing Ji's guilt, so he quietly covered the past, and waited for the reaction to fade away expressionlessly.

"Brother Jiao, are you alright?" Seeing that he couldn't get up for a long time, He Cong became anxious: "Is my foot cramped? Or is my waist unable to exert myself?"

Who is his arrogant brother, who is not afraid of driving a knife around his neck, when has he ever been unable to get up?

It seems that this time it really fell hard.

"I'll help you up?" He Conge said, reaching out to pull Yingjiao.

Ying Jiao glanced at him, avoided his hand, and sneered: "I thank you, my waist is very good."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and wrapped the two sleeves of the school uniform jacket around his waist, tying it in a knot, so that the hanging part could just block the front.

Yingjiao stood up, pulled Jing Ji and left: "You two, let's go over there to rest for a while."

"Oh." He Conge nodded blankly, and after a while, turned to Zheng Que: "Did something happen to the two of them that we don't know about just now?"

Zheng Que shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."

"Forget it, don't care what they do." He Conge took the basketball from Wu Weicheng and patted it on the ground twice: "Come on, let's continue."

On the horizontal bar, Ying Jiao's physiological response had subsided. He took off his school uniform, and just as he was about to put it on, he was stopped by Jing Ji's hand.

"What's up?"

Jing Ji took the coat out of his hands and suddenly said, "Close your eyes."

"What are you doing?" Ying Jiao glanced at him, and Saoli smiled angrily: "Want to take the opportunity to kiss me?"

He lowered his head and approached Jing Ji: "What's the relationship between us, we still need to steal if we want to kiss, I..."

Jing Ji stretched out his hand and covered his mouth with familiarity, and said calmly, "I'll take a look at your injuries."

Ying Jiao was stunned for a moment, his eyes softened involuntarily, he stopped talking, and closed his eyes obediently.

Jing Ji carefully pushed up the sleeves of his sweater.

When Yingjiao fell to the ground, he propped himself up with his elbows. Both of his elbows were now torn and bleeding non-stop. Fortunately, he was wearing a black sweater today, otherwise he would have been injured if he saw the blood. Add halo.

The elbows are like this, what about the body?

Jing Ji suddenly did not dare to continue watching.

"It's alright," Ying Jiao knew about his injury. After listening to Jing Ci for a long time, he didn't speak, guessing that he felt guilty, and said nonchalantly, "Men, how can you not shed some blood."

He quickly pulled down the sleeves of his sweater and opened his eyes: "Okay, don't look at it, this little injury will heal in a few days."

Jing Ji suddenly stood up, picked up his schoolbag hanging on the horizontal bar, and said to Yingjiao, "Go to the school doctor's office."

Yingjiao smiled: "No, it's a big deal."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Yingjiao continued: "Listen, the get out of class is over. If you go again, you will delay the class. The next class is mathematics."

Jing Ji didn't speak, just looked at him motionlessly.

When Jing Ji's face was serious, he looked a little cold, and unfamiliar people would subconsciously walk away when they saw him like this. In front of Yingjiao's eyes, it automatically appeared that he was nestled in his arms, blushing.

Soft and cute, the lovable can't wait to hug and kiss.

Seeing him like this, who can resist?

Yingjiao compromised in a few seconds: "Okay, I will listen to you, I will listen to you."

After getting his answer, Jing Ji raised his feet and was about to walk forward. As soon as he took a step, his schoolbag was pulled from behind by Ying Jiao.

"I'll carry it."

Jing Ji looked at his hand hesitantly.

"It's just a fall, it's so fragile." Ying Jiao threw the schoolbag on his shoulder, moved his arm vigorously twice, and smiled at Jing Ji: "Don't say carrying a schoolbag, it's not like carrying you to the school doctor's office. Question, do you want to try it?"

Jing Ji paused, and the heartbeat that had just calmed down began to accelerate again.

He ignored Yingjiao and stepped up to the school doctor's office.

Ying Jiao looked at his hurried back, smiled, raised his feet and chased after him.

Thanks to He Conge's body shape, when Ying Jiao fell with Jing Ji in his arms, the impact was very strong, and he was seriously injured.

In addition to the elbows, there was also a large bruise on the back, and the surrounding area was dripping with blood, which looked very scary.

"It's a serious injury," the school doctor changed to a cotton ball with iodine, and while cleaning the blood around the wound, he sighed, "The flesh will fall off if you are harder."

Ying Jiao saw Jing Ji lowered his eyes, didn't say a word, frowned, and was a little annoyed at the school doctor's talkativeness.

"It's not a big deal," Ying Jiao endured the pain, pulled Jing Ji to sit beside him, did not let him look at the wound on his back again, and deliberately changed the subject: "I didn't ask you just now, did the exam go well?"

"Very good," Jing Ji replied simply, picking up the medical cotton cloth next to him and saying to Ying Jiao, "Close your eyes."

Yingjiao laughed: "No need to bandage..."

"Yes." Jing Ji insisted.

He lives alone, what if he accidentally sees it and faints?

Yingjiao was helpless, so he could only close his eyes and let him wrap his elbows into zongzi.

The bell rang for the class before the wound on the back of the doctor was finished.

"I'll ask He Conge to ask for a leave of absence," Yingjiao picked up the phone and just said a word, He Conge's message popped up on the screen, asking him where he and Jing Ci went and why they didn't come back.

"This is really a coincidence." Yingjiao unlocked the phone and clicked on the WeChat group——

【Pride】: School medical office.

[Pride]: Help us and Lao Liu take a leave, and we should be able to go back within ten minutes.

He Conge, who received the news, shook his hands and felt extremely guilty.

Did Yingjiao fall particularly badly?

People who never wanted to go to the hospital went to the school doctor's office...

[Peng Chengcheng]: What's the matter?

[Uncle He Family]: Brother Jiao, are you alright?

In the school doctor's office, Jing Ji carefully helped Ying Jiao put down the sweater he pushed up, and followed the school doctor to the counter to get medicine.

Ying Jiao saw that he was busy making things for himself, and he was in a good mood. He felt that the short bedside tables in the school doctor's office were very cute.

He glanced at his phone, and on the screen, group messages were constantly being refreshed.

Yingjiao didn't want to irritate them any more, but He He Porridge was so ignorant that he kept rubbing his presence in front of his eyes.

Yingjiao sighed and typed, no wonder he was.

[Pride]: It's not serious, it's just a minor injury.

He Conge was moved to tears.

He is a little bit arrogant about his brother, but his heart for his brother is still sincere.

Small injury? He doesn't know him yet? A person with a high fever of 39 degrees and 8 who refuses to go to the hospital can enter the school doctor's office for a minor injury?

Brother Jiao must be afraid that he will feel uncomfortable, so he said this on purpose.

He Conge took a breath and was about to reply when a new message from Yingjiao came——

[Pride]: It's just that Jing Ci is not at ease and insists on letting me come, hey.

[Pride]: There is no way, I can only let him.

[Pride]: I advise you not to fall in love in the future.

[Pride]: When it comes to falling in love, while you gain happiness, you also lose your troubles.

He Congee, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: "…………"

He Conge gritted his teeth, wishing to stab himself a second before his death.

Impressed! Why didn't you just drop this old rogue to death? !

He was so angry that his head was dizzy, and he was about to put away his mobile phone, but he was out of sight and out of mind, and new news came in from the group——

[Pride]: Fortunately, I came to the school doctor's office this time, and I found out that I was sick.

【Pride】: A disease that will never get better.

He Congee had already seen through his virtue, hehe, but did not reply.

What disease? Sick?

On the other hand, Zheng Que remembered whether to eat or fight, so he immediately picked up the conversation——

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, are you all right? What's wrong?

Yingjiao was waiting for this sentence, and immediately replied——

【Pride】: Wife is strictly controlled.

He Congee Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "………………"

He Porridge turned around and gave Zheng Que a slap: "Let you talk cheap!"

Zheng Que was beaten honestly, shook his head and sighed, "I'm not sassy enough."

Peng Chengcheng coughed a few times and kicked He Porridge's stool, but He Porridge and Zheng Que were so excited by Yingjiao that they were a little confused now, didn't even notice it, and complained head-to-head: " Win the arrogance of this dog day!"

A half-smiling male voice rang in his ears: "What happened to Yingjiao?"

He Conge didn't look back and said, "I'm with Jing Ji in the school doctor's office!"

The male voice asked again, "What happened to him?"

He Conge roared impatiently: "The wife is strict with the wife! He said he has the wife's strict control! You keep asking..."

He Conge raised his eyes, his voice stopped abruptly, and stood up tremblingly: "Liu, Teacher Liu...?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Mr. Liu: He Congee, you, get up and repeat the words for me.