Why is it him again!

Feng Mao looked at Yingjiao angrily. First he refused to wear school uniform, then he disrupted the discipline in the examination room, and now he even broke the door of the teaching building! Every time he went too far!

Even though it was just a broken glass door, looking at the bigger picture, this clearly told the government leaders that he did not do enough preparations.

Destroying school assets is not as trivial as it used to be.

I have to teach him a lesson this time, so that he doesn’t know that the sky is high and the earth is high!

However, although Feng Mao was extremely angry at the moment, he did not forget Yingjiao's background. He barely suppressed the anger in his heart and asked: "How did you make such a thick glass door?"

Yingjiao's expression remained unchanged: "I bumped into it accidentally."

If he hadn't been concerned about his image, Feng Mao would have yelled and farted on the spot!

The glass door of the school breaks when touched? Who are you fooling?

He was a habitual liar and deceived the teacher. He was indeed right. This student would be jail material sooner or later!

"Tell me the truth!" Feng Mao took two steps forward, looked at the crack, then looked at Yingjiao, and shouted angrily: "Did we have a fight in front of the building? I am doing the school summary every Monday.

How many times have I said, don't do this, don't do this! Are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"

Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket and said lazily: "No."

"No?!" Feng Mao asked with a sneer, reaching out to pull Yingjiao towards the door: "Then how did you touch it just now? Touch another one and show me!"

Yingjiao turned slightly to avoid his hand, and his face instantly turned cold.

Feng Mao had mobilized a lot of people to clean the house early in the morning. He knew that the people who came to the school today were not small people. At this juncture, the door of the teaching building was smashed. Feng Mao, who pays so much attention to formalism, would definitely not take it lightly.

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Ying Jiao didn't want Jing Ci to deal with Feng Mao. He hadn't forgotten the last time Feng Mao was in the office and said in front of all the teachers in the second grade of high school that Jing Ci's character was not good.

So even though he knew that with Jing Ci's current performance, he would probably not be punished in the end, Yingjiao couldn't stand the thought of being despised and embarrassed by Feng Mao.

After all, this matter involved Jing Ci. He originally wanted to tolerate it and let it go, but now Feng Mao... wanted to take action against him?

Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then took his right hand out of his pocket.

Yingjiao is 188cm tall, perhaps because of special training. He is thinner, but his figure is not as thin as that of an ordinary growing-up teenager. The muscles on his body are beautiful and smooth, and there is a kind of look between youth and maturity.

temperament.

When Feng Mao saw him making a move, he immediately remembered the incident when he hit the teacher and instinctively took two steps back.

After realizing that he had been frightened by a student, Feng Mao suddenly became angry and said, "Okay, you won't tell the truth, right? Then follow me and tell you in front of your class teacher!"

Yingjiao smiled sarcastically and looked back at Jing Ci. Seeing that he was standing there obediently and not moving, he felt relieved and followed Feng Mao's footsteps.

The two people had just climbed the steps to the first floor when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind them: "Teacher, wait a moment."

The bruise on Jing Ci's forehead was much bigger than before, but he didn't seem to know the pain. There was no expression of pain on his face, and he said calmly: "I broke the glass door."

When Ying Jiao talked to him, he had actually come out of the illusion, but his mind was still a little confused for a moment.

It took such a long time for him to remember what had just happened.

He was the one who broke the door, so he couldn't let Yingjiao take the blame for him.

Although he knew that Yingjiao was not afraid of Feng Mao and could handle this matter, Jing Ci couldn't bear it.

Feng Mao had just been busy jumping around and didn't notice Jing Ci at all. Now when he heard what he said and saw the big bump on his head, he immediately believed it.

Didn't you say there was no fighting? How could it have ended up like this without any fighting!

Feng Mao looked at Jing Ci coldly. He had a bad impression of this student from the beginning. If he could unite his friends to deceive the teacher, so what if he joined the training team? There will always be times when he suffers big losses.

What's more, these two people are treating him like a fool? One moment they bump into each other, and another moment they bump into that one. How does it appear that they are classmates?

"Jing Ci, right? The teacher knows you." Feng Mao smiled and said lukewarmly: "Are you so happy that your grades are good this time? Then you can't ignore the school rules."

Ying Jiao's eyes sharpened, and just as he was about to say something, a kind voice sounded in his ears: "What's going on?"

The principal walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, followed by a huge He Zhou.

Yingjiao only said on WeChat that he was asked to come down to pick up Jing Ci, but did not say what happened.

He Zong looked at the principal, then at Feng Mao, standing at the junction of the two flights of stairs, he didn't dare to go further down.

The principal looked at Jing Ci: "Jing Ci..."

His eyes fell on Jing Ci's forehead, and his voice suddenly became more urgent: "What's going on?"

Could it be that he was hit in the head again?!

Before Jing Ci could answer, Feng Mao told him about breaking the glass door. At the end, he added: "The leaders will be here soon. Principal, you said this was a big deal... Hey, I don't know.

I have emphasized many times in the morning meeting that no fighting is allowed in front of the building, but the students never listen. No, even Jing Ci is no exception."

However, the principal's focus was not on the broken glass door at all. He asked Jing Ji worriedly: "Teacher, it seems that your hit was quite serious. Do you need to go to the school doctor's office to get some medicine to treat it?"

Jing Ci was startled for a moment. He didn't expect the principal's attitude to be so good. He reached out and touched the big bump on his forehead, and said sheepishly: "No, thank you, teacher. It will be fine in a few days."

Feng Mao secretly put eye drops on Jing Ci: "..."

After confirming that Jing Ji was really not damaged, the principal's focus finally returned: "If the door breaks, it will break. Don't be afraid. Everyone is careless sometimes. What a big deal."

He raised his hand and looked at the time, and said kindly: "It's almost lunch break, you go back to sleep. Don't be mentally burdened, that door should have been replaced."

Feng Mao: "..."

The teaching building in their school is newly built, and the door has only been installed for a few years. Why didn't he know that it needed to be replaced?!

Jing Ci still felt a little guilty, and after repeatedly expressing his modesty, he and Yingjiao He Zhou went upstairs together.

"Principal." After the two left, Feng Mao said dissatisfied: "The leader will come over in a moment. What should I do if I see the door like this?"

The principal smiled and said to him: "Don't worry, the leaders are not here to see the door. If you can't, stand aside and block the door when you enter."

Feng Mao: "..."

The principal's eyes fell on the crack, and he was secretly wondering. This door is supposed to be strong enough, so how did Jing Ci knock it out of the crack?

Is he really a player who can join the national training team? The physical and chemical attacks on his brain are very powerful.

In the teachers' toilet on the third floor, Ying Jiao ignored He Zhi next to him and reached out to lift Jing Ci's hair: "Don't move, let me take a look."

The force of the impact on Jing Ci was so strong that the bump on his forehead was already the size of an egg.

Yingjiao lowered his head and blew him twice. The more he looked at it, the more distressed he became: "I didn't have time to ask you just now, what happened to you at that time?"

"It's okay," Jing Ci lowered his eyes and said softly, "The door was wiped too clean, so I bumped into it without paying attention."

Yingjiao looked at his lowered eyelashes and knew that he was not telling the truth. But He Zong was here, so it was inconvenient for him to ask too detailed questions, so he blew him a few more times and said, "I told him that I did it. You

Why are you still standing up?"

"I was the one who hit him," Jing Ji thought of the scene where Ying Jiao stood in front of him, and still felt his chest swell: "And how could I let you take the blame?"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Yingjiao still understood his subtext.

Ying Jiao's heart softened and she wanted to rub him into her arms, but she was afraid of touching his injury. She could only endure it, leaned over and said softly: "Afraid that I will be punished?"

He Zhou, who was standing beside him, couldn't stand listening anymore. He said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry to bother you. Can I, who weighs 100 kilograms, have some sense of presence in front of you?"

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that they were not the only two people in the toilet, and his face instantly turned red.

Yingjiao glanced at He Zhou and said calmly: "Isn't the lemon sour?"

He Zhou nodded instinctively and replied: "It's sour."

"Then why don't you leave?"

He Zhou was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he meant. He was so angry that he almost died with him.

Who asked him to come downstairs just now?! Damn it, just burn the bridge when you cross the river!

He Zhou cursed and slammed the door and left.

Yingjiao locked the toilet door and looked back at Jing Ji: "Okay, it's just the two of us now."

Jing Ci's face felt a little unnatural, but he didn't stop Ying Jiao.

"I asked you just now, but you haven't replied yet." Yingjiao looked down at him and asked again: "Are you afraid that I will be punished?"

Jing Ci nodded.

"Aren't you afraid that the news about Jingshen hitting the glass door will spread and people will laugh at you?"

Jing Ci's expression didn't change at all: "It doesn't matter."

Yingjiao was so aroused by him that he almost exploded, so she couldn't bear it and stretched out her arms to hug him.

Jing Ci tilted his head instinctively.

Yingjiao chuckled: "Don't worry, as long as you don't try your best to get into my arms, you won't be able to touch your forehead."

Jing Ci's cheeks turned red and he ignored him.

After a while, he slowly put his hand on Yingjiao's back and rested his face on his shoulder.

Yingjiao was startled, then raised his lips uncontrollably and hugged Jing Ci tighter.

After the lunch break, Yingjiao went out for a trip. When he came back, he had a few more ice packs in his hand.

"Put your face up a little." Yingjiao picked up an ice pack and turned to Jing Ci.

Jing Ci obeyed and did as he was told, and asked him, "Is this sold in the school?"

"No, I called the errand agent." Yingjiao carefully applied the ice pack to Jing Ci's forehead and pressed it with one hand to prevent it from falling off: "Does this hurt?"

Jing Ci shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Yingjiao knew that even if he was in pain, he wouldn't show it as sharply as others, so he could only try to make his movements as gentle as possible.

Fortunately, Jing Ci's injury only looked scary, but was actually not serious.

There was no sign of dizziness in the head, and the swelling did not expand anymore, which made Yingjiao feel relieved.

In the afternoon, government leaders came to the provincial experiment on time.

After visiting the school and discussing the reward plan for Jing Ci with the principal, one of the leaders wanted to meet Jing Ci.

They have all seen the photos, after all, they are all over the Internet. The child looks so good-looking, and they can't help but want to see what they look like in real life.

The principal thought of the big bump on Jing Ci's forehead and couldn't bear to torment him. In addition, he was hurt so badly that he thought he was being bullied on campus, so he made an excuse to excuse it.

Therefore, Jing Ci, who disliked such occasions very much, escaped by accident.

Jing Ci originally thought that seeing the original owner's death scene this time was just an accident. But he soon discovered that it was not the case, because from that day on, he began to receive the original owner's memories intermittently——

He saw the little boy with yellow hair sitting alone on the Jing family's sofa. He tried his best to look rebellious, but he still couldn't help but secretly look at the happy family of three.

He saw him lying on the bed, using the same writing habits as himself, writing Yingjiao's name over and over again, with a stubborn and determined expression on his face.

He saw him nodding and bending, trying his best to please the people around Yingjiao, just to have a chance to get close to Yingjiao.

He also saw that he was being instigated and angrily rushed over to settle the score with Qiao Anyan. He thought he had defeated Qiao Anyan and was proud of himself, but he forgot about the scars all over his body.

I don't know if it was because he had seen it too much or something else. Jing Ci gradually began to feel the same as the original person, and even... had an illusion that this was actually something he had experienced before.

Jing Ci was inevitably affected.

When he first established a relationship with Yingjiao, even though he liked her very much, he would never take the initiative.

Later, the two of them got a lot closer, and he would occasionally suppress his shyness and say a few words of love, but this was the limit.

It would be absolutely impossible for him to act coquettishly or make any demands on his own initiative.

But now——

After the first evening self-study get out of class, Jing Ci and Yingjiao went to the flower bed next to the teaching building as usual.

Now this place has almost become their secret love base.

After being secretly tender for a while, guessing that it was almost time for class, Yingjiao reluctantly let go of Jing Ci: "Go back."

Jing Ci said nothing. When Yingjiao held his hand and wanted to move forward, he suddenly stopped him: "Yingjiao?"

Yingjiao tilted his head and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Huh?"

Jing Ci's ears were flushed, his eyes were lowered, and his lips opened and closed for a long time before he uttered a sentence in a slightly stiff voice: "You...can you not go back tonight?"

I don't know why, even if he is looking at Yingjiao and walking beside him, Jing Ji still misses him.

It was as if he had missed him for so many years and finally came to him after all the hard work. As long as he didn't see him for a moment, he would feel a little panicked.

Yingjiao suddenly turned around and looked at Jing Ji in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Jing Ci...is she acting coquettishly with him?

Jing Ci's cheeks were hot and his head was about to smoke. He took a deep breath and said softly: "You... you can live in the dormitory..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yingjiao held the back of his head and blocked his lips.

After the kiss, Yingjiao let go of him and said hoarsely: "Baby, if I don't go back tonight, will I take you somewhere?"

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him, still panting: "Where, where?"

Ying Jiao gently touched the back of his neck and asked instead of answering: "Tell me first whether you are going or not?"

Jing Ci nodded.

Yingjiao chuckled: "Aren't you afraid that I will sell you?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm not afraid."

"Then you made a miscalculation. I really want to sell you this time."

Jing Ci raised his eyes in shock.

Yingjiao lowered his head, kissed him on the lips, and said in a low voice: "Sell me to your husband for a night in bed."
Chapter completed!