Jing Ci's cheeks instantly felt hot, and he subconsciously wanted to push Yingjiao away.

Both hands touched him, but they were put down again.

At this moment, Yingjiao was lazily leaning against him, and when he was pushed off guard, Jing Ci was afraid of pushing him down.

Jing Ci took a deep breath and tried to ignore the person on his body: "Don't always say such things..."

"Don't I think you don't understand? I want to explain it to you." Yingjiao went a step further and held Jing Ci's hand under the table, saying boldly: "Is there a problem?"

In the wide sleeves of the school uniform, the two people's fingers were tightly intertwined, exchanging the warmth of each other's bodies. Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled and he forced himself to calm down: "No, there is no explanation like that."

Yingjiao nodded and admitted readily: "Yes, I was the one who said it nonsense."

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

Yingjiao chuckled: "Who makes you so cute? How can I bear it?"

At this moment, even Jing Ci's ears turned red.

He moved, trying to take his hand out of Yingjiao's hand.

The morning self-study has not officially started yet, and I have been studying against the clock for many days. Yingjiao wants to indulge in luxury.

"Don't move." He tightened his grip on Jing Ci: "Recharge my battery for a while. How many days have we not seen each other?" He sneered and said, "We are in the same class or at the same table. This is special.

So she looks like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl."

Yawning classmates kept passing by, but the two of them secretly held hands under the table. Jing Ci felt a little panicked, but he didn't dare to struggle too much for fear of being discovered, so he could only let him hold his hand.

"I never asked, when is your birthday?" Yingjiao pulled out an exercise book from the bookshelf and flipped through it, looking nonchalant.

Jing Ci blurted out: "February 19th..." Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately changed his words: "January 31st."

In his previous life, the day Jing Ci was sent to the orphanage was February 19th, so the director regarded February 19th as his birthday.

At this time, Yingjiao asked without warning. Under the inertial thinking, Jing Ci reflexively mentioned this day.

Yingjiao paused while flipping the book, pretending not to hear the question in his words, and said naturally: "You are only half a month younger than me."

Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."

"So you were born after me?" Yingjiao smiled and whispered: "Come to be my little wife?"

Jing Ci's ears turned red, he broke away from Ying Jiao's hand, turned around and stopped talking to him.

Yingjiao Xiaoxiao didn't bother him anymore, found a set of comprehensive science papers from the hole in the table and spread them on the table.

He lowered his head and focused his gaze on the test paper. He seemed to be reading the questions carefully, but in fact his thoughts had already gone elsewhere.

Last time at his house, because he was helping Jing Ci check his competition results, Yingjiao saw his ID card.

He clearly remembered that the date of birth listed above was January 31st. But when he asked about it, Jing Ci's first response was February 19th.

So, is February 19th Jing Ci’s birthday?

Ying Jiao silently remembered this day in his heart, put his thoughts back, concentrated on solving the questions.

Although he still couldn't touch the secret in Jing Ci's heart, at least he understood Jing Ci a little better today than yesterday. Just like this, little by little, with all the patience in his life, one day, he and Jing Ci would be together.

There will be no more barriers.

Because the final exam is approaching, teachers of all subjects no longer give lectures. During class time, they either give lectures on papers or let students study by themselves. If they have any questions, they can just raise their hands and ask.

After doing the questions all morning, everyone was a little bit into it. Fortunately, the provincial experiment was more humane and did not stop physical education classes like other schools.

As soon as the bell rang for the third period, there was a sigh of relief in Class 7 classroom.

"Let's go, brother Ci," Li Zhou stuffed his meal card into his pocket and called to Jing Ci: "In the next physical education class, let's go to the equipment room to get the basketball first?"

"Okay." Jing Ci put down his pen, glanced at Ying Jiao who was still writing the question next to him, thought for a moment and said, "Call Wu Weicheng."

Li Zhou was puzzled: "It's just a basketball, you don't need three people, right?"

Jing Ci insisted on his own idea, so Li Zhou had no choice but to find Wu Weicheng.

As soon as he left the classroom, Jing Ci said to Li Zhou: "I have something to do later and I can't go with you." Before Li Zhou could ask, he continued: "If those students with special talents give you trouble, you should contact me immediately."

Only then did Li Zhou realize that the reason why Jing Ci insisted on calling him Wu Weicheng was because he was afraid that he would not be able to cope with the talented students after going to the basketball court alone.

"It's okay," Li Zhou said with a warm heart, "I heard from Zheng Que that the students with special talents have been frightened by the principal. Now they sit in the classroom and study all day long. How dare they cause trouble for us."

Jing Ci shook his head: "Be careful and you won't make a big mistake."

He was a little anxious, so he hurried into the sophomore science office without telling Li Zhouduo.

Seeing this, Li Zhou turned to Wu Weicheng and said, "Brother Ci, what are you doing? Why are you so mysterious?"

Wu Weicheng thought for a while and said: "It should be about the competition. It's not like you haven't seen it. Brother Ci has been struggling with food and accommodation in the small classroom these days."

Li Zhou nodded: "It makes sense." Without thinking any more, he and Wu Weicheng walked downstairs arm in arm.

It was time for get out of class to end, and except for a few teachers who were dragging the class, all the other teachers had returned to their offices.

After Jing Ci entered the door, he first said hello to Teacher Liu, then came to Zhao Feng's desk and said, "Teacher Zhao, I have something to ask you."

Five minutes later, Jing Ci walked out of the office with a teacher's meal card in his pocket.

The provincial experiment has a separate teachers' cafeteria, and you can only get meals by swiping your teacher's card.

In fact, the teachers' cafeteria does not taste much better. The only thing that is better than the student cafeteria is that you can order from the menu without queuing.

During the period before the finals of the National Mathematics League, Jing Ci and the other three were Zhao Feng's key care recipients.

For this reason, Zhao Feng not only often took them to the teacher's cafeteria to eat, but also cooked small stoves for them openly. He also repeatedly emphasized to them that if they didn't want to waste time queuing in the cafeteria, they could come over and borrow his teacher's card.

Both Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong have borrowed money from each other, but Jing Ci is the only one who doesn't like to owe favors. He has never spoken to Zhao Feng before.

Today is the first time.

When Jing Ci arrived at the basketball court, several boys from Class 7 were playing basketball. As expected, those talented students did not cause any trouble to them. Not only that, they also deliberately stayed away from them, as if they were carrying viruses.

Seeing Jing Ci coming over, Li Zhou walked out and asked while drinking water: "Have you finished your work?"

"No," Jing Ci's fingertips touched the hard meal card through his trouser pocket and said to Li Zhou, "I won't eat with you at noon today. You and Wu Weicheng and the others can go."

"No way." Li Zhou screwed on the bottle cap and frowned: "Your competition class is still working overtime? Do you want me to get you a meal and send it over?"

"No," Jing Ci thanked him for his kindness and explained, "I'll go to the teachers' cafeteria to eat."

"Okay." Li Zhou responded simply, threw the mineral water bottle aside, and called Jing Ci: "Let's go, come up and have a chat."

When get out of class was about to end in twenty minutes, Jing Ci came down from the basketball court panting and walked straight to the teachers' cafeteria.

Yingjiao went to buy two portions of oden and came back. He wanted to give it to Jing Ci while it was still hot, but in the blink of an eye, Mrs. Gong disappeared.

He asked Li Zhou: "Where is Jing Ci?"

"I don't know," Li Zhou casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "He said he had something to do and left first."

Yingjiao frowned and walked away in such a hurry. What on earth was going on?

And you can tell Li Zhou, why don't you know how to say hello to him?

Yingjiao felt worried and sour at the same time. He gave He Zhou the oden and took out his mobile phone to send a WeChat message to Jing Ci.

Jing Ci didn't reply.

Ying Jiao's thin lips pursed slightly. He logged out of WeChat and was about to call Jing Ci when Jing Ci's number came through.

"You come to the teachers' cafeteria."

Yingjiao was worried about him and didn't even ask why. He hung up the phone and ran over without saying a word.

At this point, there was not a single teacher coming to eat in the teachers' cafeteria. In the empty dining area, Yingjiao saw Jing Ci sitting in the front at a glance.

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and walked over casually, "Little classmate, what are you doing..."

He stared blankly at the bowl of dragon beard noodles on the table and lost his voice for a moment.

Jing Ci pushed the noodles towards him and said softly: "Longevity noodles."

"Happy birthday."

He missed the time to prepare gifts, so he could only express his feelings in this way.

In his hometown, longevity noodles are eaten on birthdays.

Although no one had ever prepared it for him, in Jing Ci's heart, a birthday with longevity noodles must be included.

What he can't get, he wants to win.

Therefore, I have never asked for anyone's favor, so I opened my mouth to others for the first time.

In the office, in front of all the teachers in the second year of high school, he tried his best to endure the embarrassment and discomfort in his heart, and said to Zhao Feng: "Teacher, can you lend me your teacher card?"

The dining area was quiet, with only the whirring sound of the high-power air conditioner in the kitchen, and the occasional chat and laughter of the kitchen staff.

The unique aroma of cooking floats in the air.

Jing Ci sat upright on the blue dining chair.

His hair is longer than before, and it sticks to his cheeks softly, making his face look smaller. His long and thick eyelashes blink from time to time, like two fluttering little butterflies, occasionally staying on Yingjiao's heart and fluttering.

Ripple after ripple.
To be continued...