The playground in the distance was full of people.

Students who had been holding back a whole self-study class gathered together in twos and threes, laughing and playing, and from time to time there were excited screams.

Beside the flower bed in the teaching building, it was so quiet that the air seemed frozen.

Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly, and his mind went blank.

Ying Jiao lowered her eyes and looked at him, her voice low and tolerant: "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Without hesitation, he reached out and lifted Jing Ci's chin, lowered his head and kissed it.

Jing Ci's limbs froze and his heart beat rapidly. It wasn't until the moment when Ying Jiao's lips were about to fall that he finally came to his senses and quickly tilted his head.

Yingjiao's kiss was immediately printed on the side of his face.

Neither of them moved.

In the corner where the drop of a needle could be heard, the violent heartbeats of two people intertwined.

Boom, boom, boom, my heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest.

Yingjiao chuckled and pecked him on the face.

The scorching temperature came from Ying Jiao's lips, which made Jing Ji's body tremble slightly. All the blood in his body seemed to be rushing to his brain, and even his consciousness was a little blurry.

Yingjiao kept a little distance from him, found his lips, and continued to kiss.

Jing Ci's breathing was rapid and he could hardly think. He instinctively pushed Yingjiao away: "No, no... no!"

"Okay." Yingjiao didn't listen to him for the first time. Regardless of Jing Ji's struggle, he held his chin forcefully with one hand to prevent him from moving. He grabbed his hand with the other and embedded his five fingers tightly between his fingers.

Buttoned it up and lowered his head again.

Yingjiao's breathing was heavy and obvious, and he moved closer to him little by little.

His aura was overwhelming, and there was no way to escape. In panic, Jing Ci subconsciously covered his lips with a backhand.

Yingjiao paused slightly.

Yingjiao smiled and kissed his palm gently.

The evening breeze blew by, and the green plants in the flower bed stretched out their branches and leaves and rustled, and Yingjiao's deep voice reached Jing Ci's ears in harmony with the evening breeze.

"I like you."

He said.

Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heartbeat suddenly stalled.

Yingjiao's ears turned red, she pressed the hand he held with her to her chest, lowered her head and kissed his palm tenderly: "Do you...want to have a boyfriend?"

Jing Ci had no idea how he returned to the small classroom of the Mathematical Olympiad class. When he came to his senses again, he saw Zhou Chao's worried face: "Brother Ci, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

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"No." The thing he tried so hard to hide was exposed in public. Jing Ci unnaturally picked up a book and tried to cover up the past: "I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, he was so flustered that he dropped the book to the ground without holding it.

"Is this okay?!" Zhou Chao quickly bent down to help him pick up the book, and reached out to touch his forehead: "Oh my god, it's so hot! Do you want to go to the school doctor's office?"

"No need." Jing Ci lowered his head in embarrassment and flipped through a few pages of the Mathematical Olympiad book in his hand: "It'll be over in a moment."

Zhou Chao couldn't defeat him, so he had to give up.

But I secretly lamented in my heart that even if I had a fever like this, I still insisted on going to class. I deserved Jing Ci's good grades.

Since it was confirmed that no points will be added to the Mathematical Olympiad College Entrance Examination, students in the original competitive classes have become less enthusiastic about taking classes. Seeing this, Zhao Feng simply suspended the Mathematical Olympiad class and made a notice after discussing with the school's senior management whether it should continue.

So now, only Jing Ci and the three finalists are left in the small classroom.

There were fewer people, so Jing Ci's red face became more conspicuous.

So the first thing Zhao Feng did when he came in was to ask him if he felt unwell and if he wanted to stop a class and take a rest.

After being firmly rejected by Jing Ci, Zhao Feng also expressed the same emotion as Zhou Chao.

Sure enough, good grades don't come out of thin air. People say that Jing Ci's test scores are incredible, but they don't know how hard he works in private.

Jing Ci didn't know that they had already cooked up a pot of chicken soup by relying on their imagination. He sat in his seat and stared at the newly issued paper from Zhao Feng. He seemed to be reading the questions, but in fact, his mind was empty and he kept looping.

Yingjiao's sentence: Do you want a boyfriend?

Jing Ci had never liked anyone before, and he had no time to like people. In order to live a life that would no longer be as embarrassing as when he was a child, he put all his energy into studying.

Getting the highest score and the best university are his only goals in high school.

Yingjiao was an accident.

Before passing through the book, Jing Ci had no friends. After passing through the book, he had no intention of changing. He even wanted to stay away from Yingjiao in order to avoid the plot.

Ke Yingjiao was so kind to him that he couldn't resist his kindness. So for the first time in more than ten years, Jing Ji wanted to open his heart and accept someone.

They knew each other's miserable families, knew each other's little secrets, and even slept in the same bed.

Jing Ci's eyes gradually lost focus.

He never wanted to fall in love.

Tying his emotions to another person will make him very insecure, and he doesn't want to violate school rules.

But he really likes being with Yingjiao, and he doesn't want to lose him...

Jing Ji couldn't help but look at his left hand, and the feeling of being kissed many times by Ying Jiao suddenly came to him. The palm of his hand was as hot as if he was holding a ball of fire. The scorching temperature extended to his heart, burning his whole body.

There was smoke.

If I hadn't blocked it just now, the one who would win the pride would be...

No, I can’t think about it anymore!

Jing Ci took a deep breath and patted his hot cheeks hard.

He had to finish this math paper and calm down first. After he calmed down, he could think about what to do next.

At the same time, in the classroom of Class 7, Yingjiao tried hard countless times, but still couldn't focus on the exercise book, and finally gave up.

In his original idea, if he wanted to confess his love to Jing Ci, he would have to choose a romantic place. Isn't that how it is done in Korean dramas?

It would be best to have a high-altitude revolving restaurant, an amusement park, and fireworks.

When the other party is moved and surprised, he will definitely nod in agreement.

But being provoked by Jing Ci's straight shot, he really couldn't control himself and naturally said what was in his heart.

Yingjiao reached out and touched his lips, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Jing Ci didn't agree to him immediately, and didn't even say a word to him after he confessed his love.

Ke Yingjiao is happy.

There were so many people who came to their class to send love letters to Jing Ci to express their love, but never did Jing Ci reject it cleanly and neatly. He was so cold that his mood didn't even fluctuate at all, as if the other person involved was not him.

But what about today?

When he kissed her, Jing Ci was even ready to make a move on him, but Jing Ci didn't.

Not only was he not angry, but he was more shy than angry.

The person he likes doesn't seem to be completely uninterested in him.

Yingjiao couldn't hold it back, he held his forehead and laughed out loud.

"What's so beautiful?" Teacher Liu came over with a straight face, knocked on Yingjiao's desk, and said, "Come out for a moment."

Yingjiao threw away the pen, pushed away the chair and stood up: "Yes."

In the corridor, Teacher Liu angrily slapped a piece of paper on the window sill, and said with a dark face: "What kind of self-examination are you doing? If it hadn't been for the words 'repudiation' written on it, I would have thought you were writing about a great man."

It’s an autobiography!”

Teacher Liu said angrily: "Aren't you quite proud of beating someone, huh?!"

In the office a few days ago, the principal's attention was completely attracted by Jing Ji. In a rage, he only took away those students with special talents, causing Yingjiao to escape.

But Teacher Liu did not forget that he had slipped through the net, and forced him to write a self-criticism. Although it was not as long as 3,000 words, 800 words were still needed.

But writing this self-criticism was worse than not writing it. The more Teacher Liu read, the more angry he became. Finally, he could no longer suppress his anger and went to the class to find out the culprit.

"Where is it?" Yingjiao was in a good mood and didn't care about being scolded by Teacher Liu. He said casually: "Aren't they the ones who teased you first? Otherwise, I wouldn't be too lazy to do anything with them."

"Then you can't beat someone to death!" Teacher Liu frowned and said, "It's really wrong for him to beat Jing Ci. Can't you just stop him and be done with it?"

Yingjiao was dumbfounded and glanced at Teacher Liu in disbelief: "Notre Dame de Paris was burned. Did it release the soul of your Virgin Mary?"

Teacher Liu:"…………"

Teacher Liu was so angry that his liver ached, and he slapped his arm: "Be more serious!"

Yingjiao hissed, leaned on the window sill and rubbed his arms, saying, "Okay, be serious, lively, united and nervous, I'm listening, you say it."

Teacher Liu glared at him and said earnestly: "I won't tell you more, and you won't listen if I talk too much. But Yingjiao, you really need to restrain your temper. Nothing happened this time, but if something happens

What if you beat someone up next time on impulse?"

"Your hard work during this period has been seen by the teacher. Think about it for yourself. Is it worth ruining your future for a trivial matter?"

Yingjiao laughed and wanted to say something, but seeing the genuine worry on Teacher Liu's face, he immediately swallowed the words on his lips: "I know."

"Also," Teacher Liu put away the letter of apology and said, "Your dad called me just now. I told him about this. He will probably call you today."

The smile on Yingjiao's face disappeared instantly. He was silent for a while, then sneered and said nonchalantly: "Let's fight."

Teacher Liu probably knew about his family situation, so he patted his shoulder and sent him back without saying anything.

After the second period of evening self-study get out of class, Yingjiao just walked out of the classroom when her cell phone buzzed and vibrated.

He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Sure enough, it was Ying Xuelin.

Yingjiao sighed and pressed the answer button.

"Jiaojiao," the man's cautious and surprised voice came from the other side of the phone: "Have you finished your evening self-study get out of class?"

Yingjiao played with the bicycle keys and said coldly: "You have something to say."

Ying's father didn't care if he was choked. He swallowed the evil he did. Yingjiao was lucky enough to answer his call.

"Your class teacher told me that you got into a fight," he paused, fearing that Yingjiao would be angry, and said quickly: "Of course, dad is not blaming you, but he just wants to understand the situation."

"You don't need to understand, it has nothing to do with you." Yingjiao unlocked the bicycle and said indifferently: "Just take care of your son."

"You are my son too!" Ying's father retorted disapprovingly, and then said: "Jiaojiao, between father and son..."

Yingjiao interrupted him: "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'll hang up."

"Don't hang up!" Ying's father said hurriedly: "Can you have dinner with dad? Don't worry, we're not at home. We can go wherever you want."

"No need," Yingjiao pulled the key out of the keyhole and said coldly: "Otherwise, I'm afraid that I'll die in the same mysterious way as my mother."

After saying that, without waiting for Ying's father's answer, he directly cut off the phone.

Ying Jiao held her cell phone in her hands, lowered her eyes indifferently, stood there and calmed down for a while, then suddenly threw her bicycle aside and strode towards the dormitory building.

When Yingjiao came in, Jing Ci had just finished washing and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw that it was Yingjiao, and his face turned red.

"What are you doing?" Jing Ci stood up stiffly, not knowing where to put his hands in a panic.

Shouldn't Yingjiao go home at this time? Why does he appear in the dormitory?

His mind was in a mess, and before he could sort out his thoughts, Yingjiao held his hand and pulled him out of the door without saying a word.

Li Zhou, who was sitting on the bed playing games, glanced at them and then immediately looked away, pretending that he didn't see anything.

Jing Ci didn't know what Yingjiao was going to do, but seeing that his face was gloomy and his mood was obviously not right, he wisely didn't ask any more questions in the corridor and followed him into dormitory 303.

"you……"

The door closed and Jing Ci was about to speak when Ying Jiao suddenly exerted force on his hand and pulled him into his arms.

Thinking of what the two of them had just said and done by the flower bed, Jing Ci suddenly felt like he was struggling with smoke coming from his head.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Yingjiao buried her head in the crook of his neck, sniffing the faint scent of shampoo on his hair, and the mania in her heart gradually calmed down.

It was rare for Yingjiao to lose control of his emotions like this. The worry in Jing Ji's heart overwhelmed everything else: "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Yingjiao hooked his finger and played with it, and wrote lightly: "My dad just called me and I'm upset."

Yingjiao’s father? The one who has an illegitimate son who is two years older than Yingjiao.

Jing Ci remained silent, motionless as he was held by Yingjiao.

Yingjiao's heart suddenly softened. He raised his head, gently stroked the back of Jing Ci's neck with his right hand, and said with a chuckle: "So good?"

Jing Ci looked away unnaturally: "You, aren't you unhappy?"

Yingjiao's heart moved and he nodded: "I'm unhappy, very unhappy."

Jing Ci looked up at him.

Yingjiao curled his lips: "Just a hug is not enough," he pulled Jing Ci to sit down on the bed and whispered: "So in order to ease my mood, sleep with me tonight?"
Chapter completed!