Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Ying Jiao bowed his head and kissed Jing Ji, and only let him go until Jing Ji was out of breath.

"Blame me," Yingjiao sighed, deeply self-reflection: "You are so inexperienced because you have too few kisses."

He looked at Jing Ji thoughtfully and said seriously: "Hey, do you think we have to make an agreement, such as kissing at least three or five times a day or something."

"Where do you like to kiss? The drying yard? The classroom? Or the bed?"

Jing Ji's face turned red and he didn't speak.

Yingjiao held back a smile, reached out and touched the back of his neck, taking advantage of it enough, he just closed it when he saw it: "Which university do you want to go to?"

Because Jing Ci took the road of competition, Yingjiao read a lot of related articles during this period, and knew that Jing Ci would directly recommend it.

The seriousness came unexpectedly, Jing Ji was stunned, nodded and said, "Well, go to the Mathematics Department of Peking University."

Department of Mathematics, sure enough.

Yingjiao smiled, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Jing Ji whisper: "What about you? Where do you want to take the test?"

"Me?" Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ji's drooping eyelashes, suffocating in his heart: "I like the magic capital very much, the atmosphere is open and free. It's okay to be a demon, there are so many delicious food."

Jing Ji lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. After a few seconds, he calmly said: "Well, it's all good."

He was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Go back, it's almost time for class."

"What's the matter?" Yingjiao grabbed his wrist and pulled him back: "Why do you feel that your mood is a little off?"

Jing Ji pursed his lips: "No."

Yingjiao smiled helplessly, reached out and intertwined his fingers: "Stupid or not? Just kidding you."

Jing Ji raised his eyes suddenly.

"You go to Peking University, where else can I go besides the Imperial Capital?" Yingjiao led him forward and sneered, "When I study hard for the past few months, is it for fun?"

Jing Jinuan's chest almost swelled, and he said with guilt: "I'm sorry..."

"Forget it this time," Yingjiao squeezed his hand vigorously, and then let go: "Next time when you're unhappy, dare to hold it by yourself, and don't tell me anything..."

He hummed and said meaningfully, "Let's see how I clean up you."

Jing Ji thought of Ying Jiao's rants, and his face reddened silently.

The two entered the teaching building, and when they reached the door of the office, Ying Jiao suddenly said, "You go back first, and I'll find Lao Liu."

Jing Ji looked up at him: "Is something wrong?"

Yingjiao said "um": "As for the change of bed, he always prevaricates me, and I urge him."

He frowned irritably: "Lao Liu is too ignorant. He always interferes with other people's quilts."

It was the end of get out of class, and there were people coming and going in the corridor, Jing Ji was thin-skinned, nodded embarrassedly and shyly, didn't say anything more, and left first obediently.

Yingjiao entered the office with a report and went straight to Teacher Liu.

Mr. Liu now has a headache when he sees him, and when he opens his mouth, he says, "What are you doing here again?"

Yingjiao doesn't know what's going on recently. He doesn't do serious business. He always pesters him about the branch of mathematics, and asks him to focus on number theory.

Mr. Liu didn't feel that he was wasting his time. The main reason is that he is not a college student. It is a waste of time and useless to understand this at this stage.

Yingjiao was thick-skinned and didn't care what Teacher Liu said at all, so he slowly walked to him: "Isn't the last time the theory of times has not been finished yet? Can you tell me more about it?"

Teacher Liu looked at him a few times and asked suspiciously, "Are you going to major in mathematics in the future?"

"No," Yingjiao denied, "I just want to know."

Jing Ji's birthday was coming, he pondered for several days and didn't know what to give.

Simply ordering a birthday cake is too hasty.

But do whatever you want, Jing Ci has nothing else to like except mathematics.

Yingjiao searched the Internet for a long time what gifts should be given to people who like mathematics, and the results displayed were all kinds of books. He calculated the price and felt that it was too cheap and too aggrieved.

See a comment that there are many branches of mathematics, you must first understand the branch he likes, and then choose a gift according to the branch, otherwise it is easy to send the wrong one.

Ying Jiao pretended to inadvertently took the words out of Jing Ji's mouth, knowing that he was very interested in number theory, so he set his sights on Teacher Liu.

To be honest, Yingjiao couldn't understand how anyone in this world likes mathematics, especially after listening to Mr. Liu talk about number theory for a few days.

If he were to choose, he would never want to open a math book in his life.

Ke Jingci likes it.

Although he couldn't understand it, he respected Jing Ji's preferences and was willing to understand those boring things for him.

Teacher Liu glanced at him speechlessly. Seeing that he had to listen, he could only recall the progress of the day and then continued.

After Jing Ji entered the national training team, it was not only the provincial experiment, but also the major media in Donghai Province.

Whether it was Donghai Daily or new media, big or small, they all posted this news at the first time, and they all gave Jing Ci the title of "God of Learning" and hyped it up.

For a time, Jing Ci became famous in Donghai Province. Parents, in particular, regard him as a new role model to educate their children.

This morning, as soon as Father Jing arrived at the company, he went to the coffee bar to get a sandwich, and while he was eating, he turned on the computer when he heard a few colleagues next to him gather and discuss—

"Hey, do you know the kid who joined the national training team in the Olympics recently?"

"Why don't you know? My dad was talking to me yesterday with a newspaper, saying that this child is so promising, I wish he was his grandson, hahaha."

"I really don't know how his parents educated him. We are the only person in our province who has been in the national training team for decades. Isn't that one in my family who is in the first year of high school and is also studying Olympiad math. I told him this morning to let him have more Learn from people."

"Hey, what's that kid called? I forgot after seeing it."

"Jing Ji? It seems to be called this name."

"Yes, yes, it's called Jing Ci, and the name is quite nice."

Father Jing's hand trembled, and the sandwich fell onto the laptop keyboard with a snap. He stood up abruptly and looked at those colleagues: "Jing Ci?"

"Yeah." A colleague said with a smile: "Don't say it, Lao Jing, it's really fate, both of you are surnamed Jing. Is your son's name Jing Miao? He's in the provincial experimental junior high school right now? Alumni."

In the past, Jing's father thought Jing Ci was ashamed, and he never mentioned that he still had an eldest son, and only said the younger son every time. So even colleagues who have worked with him for several years do not know that he has two sons.

Jing's father's heart beat wildly, his throat tightened, and his lips opened and closed for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "The national training team...what's going on?"

Thinking that there is a junior high school student in his family, my colleague suddenly realized that he was thinking about letting his children learn Mathematical Olympiad.

He patiently explained to him the concept of a national training team, emphasizing how powerful Jing Ji is, and then said: "That kid is a real cow, you can ask your family Miaomiao to get to know him and learn from it, ha. Ha ha."

Next, Father Jing was in a trance, completely unaware of what his colleague said.

He didn't know about the Mathematical Olympiad, and after Jing Ji said last time that there would be no extra points for the college entrance examination, he never paid attention to it again.

However, now, he heard that Jing Ci entered the national training team! It is also the first in Donghai Province.

What an honor this is.

Father Jing clenched his fists, regretting the beginning.

Knowing that there would be such a result, why did he cut off Jing Ji's living expenses?

Father Jing took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and started transferring money to Jing Ji.

Originally wanted to transfer 3,000, but was cruel and changed it to 5,000.

After that, after careful consideration, I left a message to Jing Ji——

[I heard that you entered the national training team? This kid, why didn't you tell the family about such a big thing? 】

[Dad is proud of you. 】

【when do you have time? Dad is calling you. 】

After sending it, Father Jing waited and waited, but he never waited for Jing Ci's reply, and even the transfer was not confiscated.

At noon, Father Jing was absent-mindedly eating lunch, while looking at his mobile phone from time to time, he almost put his chopsticks into the bowl of the person next to him.

The colleague asked amusingly: "What are you thinking, Lao Jing? Have a new project recently?"

Father Jing responded vaguely, and after eating hastily, he went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. He couldn't hold back, he took out his mobile phone and called Jing Ji.

At that time, Jing Ji was about to take a lunch break. He routinely checked his mobile phone and saw news and missed calls from Jing's father.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then stood up with his phone in hand.

"Brother Ci! Do you want to eat spicy sticks?" Li Zhou shouted at Jingci with a bag of hot sticks he just opened.

Jing Ji shook his head and said to him, "I won't eat." Then he walked out the door.

As soon as he walked to the flower bed, Jing's father called again, with such a good attitude for the first time: "Have you eaten? Did you see the message and transfer from Dad? Why..."

Jing Ji interrupted his meaningless greetings and said lightly, "Is something wrong?"

"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Father Jing smiled dryly and explained palely: "Last month the company rushed into the project and forgot to transfer your living expenses. You too, why didn't you remind Dad?"

For some reason, Jing Ji felt a little sad and a little ridiculous.

He said calmly: "I won't need it in the future."

Father Jing was stunned: "Why not?"

"You don't need to transfer money to me any more." Jing Ji leaned against the wall, remembering what Ying Jiao said that day, his mood was not affected at all: "Just take care of Jing Miao, I will find a way to solve my problem myself."

Hearing the decisiveness in his words, Father Jing was immediately annoyed and angry: "What do you mean? You won't recognize your parents if you are sent off?!"

This morning, Father Jing looked for a lot of news about Jing Ci, and he knows his current popularity best.

The only person in Donghai Province who entered the national training team.

If you set up a table in the hotel now, invite all your colleagues over and call Shang Jingci. Then tell them that he is Jing Ji's father, I don't know how beautiful it will be!

Father Jing is a person who loves face very much. He can feel that his face is dull because of his ex-wife cheating, and he has been implicated in Jing Ci for more than ten years. How could he miss such an opportunity to have a face.

He took a deep breath and reminded himself that the immediate priority was to coax Jing Ji.

Qiangzi suppressed the fire in his heart: "Isn't it just a month late for living expenses, why are you so angry with your father?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes and asked without answering: "If you didn't know about my entry into the national training team, would you call me?"

Father Jing wanted to say why he couldn't, but his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't say a simple sentence.

Jing Ji smiled mockingly, and hung up the phone without listening to Father Jing's flawed excuses.

This time, he felt nothing but relief.

As long as he is still an orphan, there should be no other contact with the Jing family, except that he will pay Jing's father alimony as stipulated by law when he becomes an adult.

Jing Ji put the phone in his pocket, didn't stay in front of the flower bed for a long time, and walked straight to the teaching building.

Stepping on the playground and walking down the steps in front of the teaching building, he was about to step up when a familiar pain suddenly came from his temple.

It's just that the pain is no longer as fierce and violent as before, only slightly.

There were not many people in front of the building at this moment, Jing Ji glanced around, and saw Qiao Anyan diagonally behind him.

Qiao Anyan also saw him, and still stared at him with fierce eyes as before.

The same malice, but the headache is lessened.

Why?

Jing Ji's brain is spinning rapidly, and there are only two ways to solve his headache at present——

One is the touch of Yingjiao, which should be because Yingjiao is also the protagonist of the original book.

The other is the recognition of other people in this world.

Thinking of the news about him on the Internet in the past few days, Jing Ji guessed that it was almost the reason.

Sure enough, his previous assumptions were not wrong. As long as he kept going high, Qiao Anyan's restraint on him would be invalid.

Two good things happened one after another, Jing Ji was in a good mood, glanced at Qiao Anyan who had already entered the teaching building, and was about to move on when an unfamiliar scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the dark and old alley, two gangs of gangsters who looked airy were fighting each other.

One of them was a boy who looked exactly like him, and was hitting people around him with a stick.

His movement was so violent that it quickly pulled most of the hatred, and a bunch of people turned to him in an instant. In the chaos, no one knew whose iron rod hit him on the head.

Blood rushed out like a gushing spring. He didn't even say a word, he fell straight down, and never got up again.

Jing Ji's heart palpitated for a while, and cold sweat soaked the shirt inside.

In the novel, the original body died in the gang fight, so this is the scene before the original body died.

But for the original body, this is the future. For me, this is absolutely impossible.

Then why do you see this picture?

Before Jing Ji could think about it, the same scene appeared in front of him again. It's like a movie, over and over again, constantly replaying.

What exactly is going on? Jing Ji continued to ponder while walking forward mechanically. After walking for less than half a minute, he suddenly slammed into the glass door of the teaching building.

This piece of glass door was originally open all year round, but just now Qiao Anyan deliberately closed the door in order to respond to the scene.

Because Jing Ci entered the national training team, the leaders of the Education Bureau and the government were ecstatic and decided to make an exception to come to the provincial experimental inspection at the end of the period.

Feng Mao, the dean of education, is a fan of officials. After hearing the good news, he immediately sent someone to clean the teaching building, and even the glass door in front of the teaching building was not stained at all.

The glass door was too clean, and Jing Ji was in a trance, so he slammed into it.

I don't know if his impact was too strong, or the glass door was not strong under the wind and rain, and a long crack was knocked out.

Jing Ji did not find it.

The moment his forehead touched the door, the shock and pain from his head made him instantly overlap with the person who was beaten to death with a stick in his mind.

He squatted down with his head covered, and for a while he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

"Did it crash?" Ying Jiao hurried to Jing Ji's side, cupped his face with his hands, and looked anxiously down.

Just after he went to the toilet and entered the classroom, Jing Ji disappeared, so he asked another question.

Hearing that Li Zhou said that Jing Ci went out with his mobile phone, Ying Jiao immediately thought of those people in the Jing family, and was really worried, so he came out to find him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Jing Ji slammed into the glass door.

Jing Ji let him move, his eyes straight and unfocused.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Yingjiao took his cold hand and took him aside, stroking his face and the back of his neck, trying to get him back to his senses: "Speak, don't scare me."

Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled, barely concentrating.

"I'm not afraid." Ying Jiao was afraid of touching the bag that bumped out on his forehead, so he didn't dare to hug him, so he could only hug him carefully, and said softly, "I'm here, I'm here."

At this moment, an angry roar came from the building: "Who did this?! Who did this?!"

Feng Mao hurried to the door with a dark face, looking at the crack in the glass, he almost fainted.

The leaders are coming soon, but the door of the teaching building is broken. How can this leave a good impression on the leaders? !

He angrily swept across several students in front of the building, almost jumping with anger: "Who did it? Stand up for me quickly! Don't let me check it out myself!"

"Is it any better?" Ying Jiao said in a low voice to Shang Jingci's eyes, "Are you feeling more comfortable?"

Ying Jiao's voice brought Jing Ji back to reality. His head was in chaos now, and he hadn't realized what happened, so he nodded blankly.

Yingjiao asked again, "Can I go by myself?"

Jing Ji nodded slowly again.

"Wait here for a while, I'll ask He Porridge to come and pick you up."

He took advantage of the angle and the shape of the two people, carrying Feng Mao behind his back, and quickly sent a WeChat message to He Congee.

"You have to wait until He Congee comes over, you know?"

Jing Ji's consciousness has not completely returned to the cage, but he still listens to Yingjiao's words instinctively: "Okay."

Ying Jiao let go of his hand, lifted his eyelids and glanced at Feng Mao who was still roaring.

Taking a step forward, he firmly blocked Jing Ji behind him, and said lightly, "I did it."