Jing Ci didn't understand Yingjiao's meaning, but he felt that his answer was a bit inconsistent with Zheng Que's question. He hesitated for a while, but still didn't send it to Zheng Que immediately.

"Brother Ci, I've entered the classroom." Class 2 was at the top of the stairs. Zhou Chao stopped and said hello to him.

Jing Ci nodded, thought for a moment and said, "You can pack up and leave later, you don't have to wait for me."

He didn't know how many problems Yingjiao had, and he couldn't estimate the time it would take.

"Okay." Zhou Chao saw that he was looking at his phone all the way, thinking that he had something to do, so he readily agreed, pushed the door open and entered the classroom.

Jing Ci lowered his head and tapped his finger on the screen. Just as he was about to ask Ying Jiao one more question, his shoulders were suddenly hugged.

He raised his head and his face suddenly turned red: "Why are you here?"

Ying Jiao said with a smile in his eyes: "I just came out of the office and heard someone calling your name from behind. I didn't expect it was really you. We are so destined..."

Jing Ci felt a little sweet. He put down his phone and was about to ask if he had replied to Zheng Que's message. Ying Jiao suddenly shook the white paper in his hand at him and said, "Application form for changing dormitory to meet your requirements.

"

Jing Ci didn't understand: "My request?"

Yingjiao nodded, and the smile on his face deepened: "Don't you want to inspect the goods?" Seeing that Jing Ci still looked confused, he leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci's hand shook and he almost lost his grip on the phone. His face turned red and he whispered: "You... don't talk nonsense."

"Didn't you ask me first?" Yingjiao slapped him back and said shamelessly: "Why don't you let me talk anymore? My little classmate, you are too overbearing. You are relying on my wife to control her, right?"

Zheng Que definitely didn't mean this. Jing Ji knew that Yingjiao was teasing him. He pursed his lower lip, tried his best to act naturally, and changed the subject: "You, are there any questions that you can't answer today?"

Yingjiao laughed: "After doing this for a long time, my biggest love rival is studying."

He reached out and opened the door of Class 7 classroom, letting Jing Ci go in first, and said, "Yes, I remember it all."

Jing Ci sat down on his seat and took out a pen from his pen bag: "Bring it to me and show it to me."

When Zheng Que saw them coming back together, he rushed over with his cell phone and wanted to question him. After being glanced at by Ying Jiao warningly, he ran back in despair.

Yingjiao turned around, took out two exercise books, found the marked wrong questions, and pushed them in front of Jing Ci.

For Jing Ci, these questions were very simple. He immediately got an idea after reading the questions once. After calculating on the papyrus and writing the results, he turned to look at Ying Jiao: "Here you go..."

Jing Ci's voice stopped suddenly.

Next to him, Yingjiao was holding his chin with one hand, looking at him without blinking, with gentle eyes and an unconcealable smile on his face.

Jing Ci turned his eyes away, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.

He breathed out secretly and raised his eyes again, Yingjiao's eyes still stayed on him.

Their eyes met, and Jing Ci could not help but slightly raise the corners of his lips.

"Look... let's read the questions." Jing Ci lowered his eyes, blocking Yingjiao's fiery gaze from his sight, and tried hard to calm the throbbing in his heart: "The exam is about to begin."

At this moment, Yingjiao wanted to hold him, rub him, and give him a kiss. He simply couldn't understand how there could be such a lovely person like Jing Ci in this world. Even the curvature of his hair was higher than other people's.

People need to be lovable.

But when Jing Ci was so busy, he still cared about his studies, and Ying Jiao was reluctant to let him down.

Ying Jiao restrainedly clenched his fists, suppressed the raging emotions in his heart, and nodded: "Okay."

After more than three months of hard study, Yingjiao has made rapid progress, and many basic questions are no longer difficult for him.

Jing Ci felt a little satisfied and a little proud. After explaining all the questions to him and making sure that he understood them all, he thought in his mind that after a while, he would have to change to a more difficult problem set.

"Everything is done." Yingjiao wrote the last word, closed the exercise book, looked up at the time, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the small classroom."

"No," Jing Ci pushed away his chair and stood up, firmly refusing: "Study by yourself, don't waste time."

Yingjiao couldn't resist him, so she had no choice but to agree: "Okay, you have the final say in our family, and we all listen to you."

The three words "our family" pierced Jing Ci's heart.

He thought that he would never have the concept of "home" in his lifetime, but Yingjiao told him that our family...

Jing Ci's chest felt so warm that it almost swelled. He picked up his schoolbag and said softly, "I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute." Yingjiao put down his pen.

Jing Ci looked at him doubtfully.

Under the cover of the table, Yingjiao smiled and stretched out a hand to him, the meaning being self-evident.

Jing Ci pursed his lips and his face turned red. He hesitated for a while, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he quickly touched his hand, then turned and left the classroom.

The brief touch, which only lasted for a second, was like a feather, gently touching Yingjiao's chest. His heart felt numb, and he lowered his eyes to look at the palm of his hand for a while, then gave up the distracting thoughts in his mind and started

Do the questions carefully.

Amid the anticipation and tension of all students, the final exam has finally arrived.

The students in Class 7 changed their usual leisurely attitude. Some began to memorize the text crazily, while others came over to ask Jing Ci to help them highlight the key points. Some even went to inquire about people who had relatively good scores in the exam, hoping to be able to do so by then.

Pass a small note or something.

After all, it is the final exam, which not only affects whether you can have a good time during the entire winter vacation, but is also linked to the thickness of the New Year red envelope.

He Zhi and others attacked all night, and they were yawning all the time until they went out to the examination room. Finally, they couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the teacher's toilet to wash their faces.

Yingjiao did not go with them. After sending Jing Ji to the first examination room along the way, he continued walking to Class 21.

In the last monthly exam, although his scores improved a lot, his ranking remained basically unchanged and he remained in the original exam room.

Yingjiao took out a piece of coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the wrapper and was about to put it in his mouth, when he raised his eyes and saw Qiao Anyan walking towards him.

"Brother Jiao, Jiao." Qiao Anyan stopped, stood opposite Ying Jiao, and said hello to him with a red face.

In his previous life, although he liked being arrogant, he never had the courage to express his feelings. Now that he was starting his life over again, he didn't want to have any regrets.

So he took advantage of Christmas and stuffed the love letter into the packaging of Pingan fruit and gave it to Yingjiao. But he didn't expect that the love letter would end up in the hands of their class teacher, and even alarm his parents.

He didn't want to think about how he got through it some time ago. He also complained about Yingjiao. But later he found out that Yingjiao didn't do it on purpose, and he was relieved.

Ying Jiao frowned, feeling disgusted from the bottom of his heart as soon as he saw this person.

It wasn't because he was the culprit that caused Jing Ci's headache, it was because he had been like this since the beginning.

He wanted to kick Qiao Anyan away, but thinking of what Li Zhou said, he suppressed his impatience and said, "You were the one who sent me a love letter last time?"

Qiao Anyan's eyes widened suddenly and his heart pounded. Yingjiao remembered him!

His brain was instantly filled with blood and he nodded: "Yes, yes!"

Yingjiao leaned on the window sill in the corridor carelessly and asked casually: "Do you like me?"

Qiao Anyan breathed quickly and nodded again impatiently.

Why did Yingjiao ask him this? Could it be...

Yingjiao held a round coconut candy in his mouth and stared at Qiao Anyan for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "When are the Yangcheng Olympics?"

Qiao Anyan was almost unable to think when he saw him, and subconsciously said: "August..."

"Brother Jiao!" Zheng Que suddenly shouted from behind, interrupting Qiao Anyan's words.

Zheng Que walked up, looked at Yingjiao, then at Qiao Anyan, and asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"

"You..." Yingjiao closed his eyes and almost couldn't control himself from kicking him on the spot. He said angrily: "You are holding me back so hard, are you the reincarnation of a rickshaw driver?!"

Only then did Zheng Que realize that he seemed to have done something bad. He smiled and pulled He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng away with a guilty conscience.

However, although Qiao Anyan only said half of what he said, Yingjiao had already extracted the information he wanted.

His guess was correct. Qiao Anyan really didn't make a slip of the tongue last time. He knew that Yangcheng would successfully bid for the Olympics, and he even clearly remembered the month and day of the Olympics.

Either he is a psycho, or...

Thinking of that possibility, Yingjiao lowered his eyes and sneered. Want to have a negative impact on Jing Ci? No matter what method he uses, he will make this monster go back to where it came from.

Yingjiao didn't realize at all that he had a double standard, and there was something abnormal about him. Jing Ci was here specifically to be his little wife, while others were just monsters and monsters.

He glanced at the pale Qiao Anyan, sneered, and walked into Class 21.

Scared to death of this ghost!

Jing Ci thought he would have a headache again during this exam, but surprisingly, he didn't have any pain during the two days and passed every subject smoothly.

When there were still twenty minutes left before the end of the English test, Jing Ji packed up his things and handed in his papers. As soon as he went out, he saw Yingjiao waiting in the corridor.

"So on time." Yingjiao stretched out his hand to take his schoolbag and chuckled, "Why don't you hold it tight?"

Jing Ci nodded and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Before the exam, Yingjiao specially came to make an appointment with him to hand in the paper in advance. Because Yingjiao's English scores were about the same as his, Jing Ci did not refuse, but he just didn't understand what he wanted to do.

"Take you out to eat." Yingjiao put the transparent bag containing his pens into Jing Ci's schoolbag, zipped it and carried it on his shoulder: "Do you remember the tea restaurant where we first had dinner together?"

“Where do you want to eat?”

"Yes." Yingjiao nodded: "I told you last time that I wanted to try the Yangzhi nectar from that place. Can you come with me?"

"good."

At this point, there was almost no one in the restaurant, and both small private rooms were empty. Yingjiao ordered the one inside and discussed with Jing Ci to order.

After the dishes were served, the waiter knocked on the door again and gave them a bowl of Yangzhi nectar.

Just as Jing Ci was about to stop the waiter and ask if he had missed a bowl, Ying Jiao held his hand under the table.

"I only ordered one."

Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, but he held back and asked Yingjiao in a low voice: "Don't you want to eat?"

Yingjiao didn't answer. He reached out and dug out a spoonful of poplar nectar and brought it to Jing Ci's mouth. He said softly: "Try it for me. Is it still the original taste?"

Jing Ci's face turned red and he stretched out his hand to do it himself, but Ying Jiao dodged it.

Yingjiao didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile while holding up his spoon.

Jing Ci's Adam's apple moved, but he finally opened his mouth.

Yingjiao stared at his lips moistened by the dessert and asked in a low voice: "Is it delicious?"

Jing Ci swallowed the poplar nectar in his mouth: "It's delicious."

"Then let me try it, okay?"

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

Seeing him staring at her lips without blinking, she instantly understood what he meant.

Yingjiao leaned closer to him, and his voice was gentle and a little hoarse: "Okay?"

Jing Ci blushed terribly, and his breathing became visibly rapid.

Yingjiao reached out and raised his chin slightly, and asked again: "Speak, honey, okay?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Yingjiao lowered her head and kissed him.

After the long kiss, Yingjiao licked his lower lip, looked into Jing Ji's eyes, and chuckled, "It's really sweet."

Jing Ci took a breath and almost stopped burning.

It wasn't until he finished the meal and walked out of the restaurant that he was blown by the cold wind that the heat on his face slowly cooled down and his mind returned to clarity. He finally remembered the last time Yingjiao told him that he wanted to taste Yangzhi nectar.

, and indeed touched his lips with her hand.

At that time, he didn't think anything was wrong. Now it seems that at that time...did he have this kind of thoughts towards himself?

Jing Ci was thinking uncontrollably as he walked side by side with Yingjiao towards the school. After passing a traffic light and just turning the corner, a messy car accident scene suddenly came into view.

The black private car hit the street light, and the front of the car was completely flattened. Next to it was a nearly broken motorcycle, with large areas of blood scattered around it.

The traffic police were setting up a separation zone, and passers-by avoided that area, making the tragic scene more conspicuous.

Jing Ci's pupils suddenly shrank, and he didn't have time to think about anything. He immediately reached out to cover Yingjiao's eyes.

And the moment he put his hand over it, a pair of cold hands with wet palms also covered his eyes.

"Don't look," he said in his ear.

The voice is weak and the breath is choppy.

Ying Jiao leaned against him, panting, most of her body weight resting on him, and the hand covering his eyes trembled slightly, but she always blocked him from the terrifying scene in front of her, never letting go of it for a minute.

The bloody person.

The person who would faint for a while when he saw the simulated human blood in the movie.

When he saw the scene of the car accident, his first reaction was to grit his teeth desperately to prevent himself from falling, and then cover his eyes.
Chapter completed!