Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend - Chapter 97

“Awake?” The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Ying Jiao stepped in, holding an orange in his hand.

Jing Ji forced the wetness of the corners of his eyes back by lowering his head to drink water, and gave a soft “um”.

“I’ve only slept for less than half an hour.” Ying Jiao sat down on the edge of the bed, felt his palm against his forehead, and frowned, “It’s still a little hot, wait a moment, and I’ll take a thermometer for you to measure. a quantity.”

He said, putting the orange on the bedside table. Just as he was about to get up, his waist suddenly tightened, and he was hugged by Jing Ji.

Although Jing Ji has let go a lot more than before, intimate actions like hugging him are rare.

Yingjiao was a little worried, didn’t push him away, reached out and touched his head, and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Jing Ji buried his face in the socket of his neck, his Adam’s apple rolled and swallowed the uncontrollable vibrato. After a while, he muttered, “It’s a little uncomfortable.”

He couldn’t say the things in the dream. If it was too obvious, it would only make Yingjiao worried. Fortunately, there was an excuse for being sick.

The dreams were always incoherent, and he didn’t know what happened next. But if it is true as the system said, his soul will automatically return when he is nourished, then he should not return to the present.

So, Yingjiao at that time… didn’t wait for him? How did they get back to high school?

Jing Ji closed his eyes, holding Ying Jiao’s hand tightly again and again. Sooner or later those things will be figured out, and now he just wants to hug him.

It’s not making up, Yingjiao doesn’t need any make up from him, that would only insult his feelings. He just likes this man so much and misses him so much.

“Come with me to the hospital?” Ying Jiao moved inwards, took him into his arms, and coaxed softly, “Are you afraid of injections? Doctors nowadays don’t give patients injections easily, they just prescribe medicine. What.”

“No.” Jing Ji rubbed his neck slightly, then let go of his hand and whispered, “It doesn’t matter, it’s just a little uncomfortable, just hug you.”

Just hug you…

Yingjiao was both sweet and pitiful in his heart, completely unable to resist his dependence and coquetry. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jing Ji, just wanting to be gentle and gentle to him: “Then do you want to kiss?”

Jing Ji suddenly raised his eyes.

Ying Jiao smiled, approached him, and Jing Ji took the initiative to kiss him.

Rao is that the two have been together for so long, and Jing Ji’s kissing skills are still green. Yingjiao lowered his head in cooperation, and kissed and sucked on his lips like a puppy. After a long time, he turned against the guest and kissed him deeply.

“I’ll listen to you today.” After the kiss, Yingjiao took a tissue and put it on the table, peeling the orange, and said, “But if the fever doesn’t subside tomorrow, you have to listen to me, okay?”

“Okay.” Jing Ji nodded and said very confidently: “Brother, don’t worry, tomorrow will be fine.”

Yingjiao flicked on his forehead: “You know again.”

Jing Ji touched the place he touched and pursed his lips and smiled.

The oranges were put in the refrigerator before, but Yingjiao had already taken them out for a while, so they were not iced. It’s just that the skin is a little thick. After turning around for a few times, he finally found a place to start, and began to peel it with difficulty.

Jing Ji looked at him anxiously, and couldn’t help but said, “Cut it with a knife.”

“It’s said on the Internet that it’s better to cut with a knife than to peel it by hand.” Yingjiao wiped the orange juice in his hand and scolded: “Why is this so hard to make?”

Jing Ji didn’t think there was any difference between the two, but he was used to following Yingjiao and stretched out his hand: “I’m coming?”

“No need.” Yingjiao ducked and didn’t let him touch his hands: “Is it still necessary for you? Stay away, don’t spray on your body.”

Yingjiao just couldn’t find a way at first, but after getting used to it, he did it in a decent manner. He peeled off all the skins, tore off the tangerine on top, opened a piece of orange and sent it to Jing Ji’s mouth: “I think they say it’s good to eat this when you have a fever, I don’t know if it’s true or not, but it’s always good to eat more fruit. ”

Jing Ji wanted to come by himself, but was blocked by Ying Jiao.

“Open your mouth.”

Jing Ji was afraid that the juice would drip onto the sheets, and after biting it, he jumped out of bed quickly, and sat next to Yingjiao before eating.

Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: “Do you like this set of sheets so much?”

“No.” Jing Ji swallowed the pulp in his mouth and explained, “I just changed it, if it gets juice, I have to wash it again.”

Ying Jiao suddenly laughed and handed him another slice of orange. Seeing that he ate it, he continued, “No wonder.”

Jing Ji didn’t understand, chewed an orange and asked vaguely, “What?”

“Last night,” Ying Jiao spoke very slowly, as if he was deliberately emphasizing, and at the same time, as if he was pondering carefully: “At that time, you were afraid of getting the sheets dirty.”

Jing Ji choked for a moment, and coughed in shock.

“He’s thin-skinned,” Ying Jiao patted him on the back, helplessly: “Is it better?”

“Okay, okay.” Jing Ji wiped the corner of his lower lip with a tissue, and managed to adjust his breathing.

Ying Jiao was afraid that he was really choking, so he stopped talking nonsense and concentrated on feeding him.

Jing Ji was a little restrained at first, but he was used to being fed, and he naturally relaxed.

When Ying Jiao saw him sitting there obediently waiting, he was so itchy that he deliberately did something bad and handed over a small piece of orange peel.

Jing Ji opened his mouth reflexively, biting it twice without looking at it.

Jing Ji was stunned, his chewing movement suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Ying Jiao in disbelief.

Yingjiao couldn’t hold back, and burst out laughing.

“Fool,” Ying Jiao squeezed his face and spread his palms: “spit it out.”

Jing Ji remembered and spit it into the trash can, but Ying Jiao kept raising his hand. Whichever direction he turns, he follows. He couldn’t, so he had to spit the orange peel into his palm.

He took a tissue for Yingjiao, and said a little embarrassedly, “Brother, wipe your hands.”

Yingjiao took it, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: “So what are you nervous about, how many times have you eaten, and you’re still afraid of getting your hands on it?”

Jing Ji’s cheeks were a little red, but he couldn’t help but feel happy.

After eating the oranges, Yingjiao took Jing Ji’s body temperature again. This time it was 37.7. Although it has not returned to the normal level, it is at least decreasing.

“Sleep a bit longer,” Ying Jiao packed up the things on the table and said to Jing Ji: “I’ll call you for dinner at night, you have to eat something light when you’re sick. I’ll ask my aunt to cook shrimp porridge, do you want to eat it? If you don’t want to. , replace it with something else.”

“Just shrimp porridge.” Jing Ji didn’t go to bed again, but flattened and folded the quilt: “I like it.”

Yingjiao helped him put the pillow on the quilt, frowned and asked, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“sleep……”

What kind of quilt do you fold to sleep? Before Ying Jiao could clear his doubts, he heard Jing Ji say again, “I’m going to sleep on the sofa.”

“How can a sofa have a comfortable bed, you…” Ying Jiao didn’t finish his sentence, when he saw Jing Ji’s drooping eyelids and reddish cheeks, he immediately understood.

The living room and the study are facing each other. As long as the door of the study is open, Jing Ji can see him in the study as soon as he looks up.

Ying Jiao looked at him quietly for a long time, then stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, and said hoarsely, “Okay, I’ll help you get the blanket.”

This afternoon, Yingjiao was doing homework on the coffee table in the living room.

Although Jing Ci is thin, his physical fitness is good. That night, the heat on my body subsided, and it didn’t repeat the next day. Yingjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but remembered the matter of replenishing his body.

After the three-day holiday of Qingming Festival, the students in the provincial experiment threw themselves into intense study. Mr. Liu’s most common sentence now is: “The third year of high school is coming soon, so don’t hurry up to study! You will regret it later!”

“To tell the truth, did Lao Liu have an early menopause?” In the classroom, He Conge carefully took out his cell phone from his sleeve: “This guy is so angry, every time he reprimands me, I get scared, for fear that he will smash the table. ”

Zheng Que wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the back window, until he was sure that Teacher Liu would not kill the carbine again, and then reopened the game: “There is still more than a year before the college entrance examination, and I don’t know what he is taking. What a hurry.”

He glanced at the screen, and after a while, his game character died. I couldn’t help but scolded, and I simply withdrew and said indifferently, “I’m not afraid even if I really want to take the college entrance examination, I’m going abroad anyway.”

“The three of us are the same.” He Cong glanced at Ying Jiao who was thinking about it, and asked, “Brother Jiao, how about you?”

Yingjiao raised his head and leaned back on the chair lazily: “Is there any need to ask?”

He Congee: “…”

Forget that this person has been studying desperately after class this time.

“Forget it, you are not the same as us.” He Conge waved his hand and pushed Peng Chengcheng, who was mute next to him: “Lao Peng, which country do you want to go to?”

Peng Chengcheng shook his head wisely, indicating that he had not thought about it.

“Hurry up and think about it.” Zheng Que urged in a low voice, “The three of us can go to a school, and it will be very convenient to go out and play at that time.”

Yingjiao did math problems all night, and was a little dizzy at the moment. He opened the wind oil essence, dipped a little on his fingers, and wiped it on his temples, while saying, “Go to Australia.”

He Conge turned to him: “Do you know that side?”

“Lao Peng likes boxing, you need to lose weight,” Yingjiao put Fengyoujing into his pencil case and raised his lips, “Australian kangaroo sparring, you deserve it.”

Are you talking about people? !

He Conge originally wanted to say something to him, but for some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicable, and he excitedly said: “It seems to be considered, I heard that the Australian kangaroo is very fierce, maybe it can really reduce my stubborn fat!”

He fantasized happily, and by the way, he also stepped on Yingjiao: “When the time comes, I will compare you to scum.”

Yingjiao snorted: “Do you know why I never go to the gym?”

He Conge rolled his eyes at him: “Come on, you’re good at being thin, right?”

“No.” Ying Jiao picked up the pen again, and Sao Li smiled angrily: “I’m afraid that the people inside will think it’s deliberately showing off my figure.”

He Congee Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: “…”

He Conge weakly pointed at him: “Shut up for me…”

“Also.” Ying Jiao turned over the draft in his hand: “You can go to Jing Ji when you want to know.”

He Congee: “…”

He Congee: “Go away!!”

Yingjiao wanted to say something else when the get out of class bell rang. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the WeChat message on it, refused to go out for a walk with He Conge, pulled out his chair and walked out.

Five minutes later, he took a thermal bucket from the guard and carried it to the second teaching building.

After Jing Ji entered the national team this time, the school did not reward him with money. But I don’t know where I found a math Olympiad coach, and he started giving him small lessons after the Qingming holiday.

There are no free classrooms in the teaching building, so Jing Ji now spends most of his time in the second teaching building.

When Yingjiao went, the coach was not there, and there was only Jing Ji in the room.

Seeing him, Jing Ji immediately greeted him: “Brother, why did you come here?”

“I’ll give you soup to replenish your body.” Yingjiao put the heat preservation bucket on the table and opened the lid: “I asked my aunt to cook it, and I’ll bring it over after the first evening self-study every day.”

It’s not impossible for Jing Ci to go home with him for a drink at night, but they study at night at half past ten, and Jing Ci goes to bed at eleven o’clock. It must be uncomfortable to have a stomach full of soup before going to bed.

“It’s too troublesome.” Jing Ji was a little embarrassed: “Forget it, I’m in good health.”

“What’s the trouble with this?” Yingjiao handed him the spoon and motioned him to drink quickly: “Auntie’s house is near our school, so it’s just the way to deliver it.”

“Also,” Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: “Which one was sick some time ago?”

Jing Ji was not convinced, and whispered: “Just once…”

“Well, once,” Yingjiao tapped the back of his hand with a pen, and said lightly, “How many times do you want?”

“No,” Jing Ji scooped a spoonful of soup, looked up and asked Yingjiao, “Brother, do you drink?”

Ying Jiao refused without thinking, and he said meaningfully: “Don’t drink, do you want to suffocate me, or don’t want to get out of bed?”

Jing Ji bowed his head in embarrassment and took a sip of soup without speaking.

Considering that it was just a snack in the evening, there was not much soup in the insulation bucket, so Jing Ji quickly drank it.

Yingjiao glanced at the time, and while cleaning up, he said, “Then I’m leaving. It’s still this time tomorrow. Wait for me in the classroom.”

The get out of class time was too short, and Jing Ji didn’t want him to run around, so he said: “I’ll go to the doorman to get it myself, so you don’t have to travel more.”

Ying Jiao looked down at him with a smile in his eyes: “Baby, do you think I’m here to give you some soup?”

Jing Ji is puzzled.

if not?

Yingjiao smiled lowly, looked in the corridor, saw no one came, and whispered in his ear, “It’s mainly to see people.”

Jing Ji was startled, and then the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

“Do you still want to get it yourself?”

Jing Ji shook his head slightly.

For the next three months, Yingjiao would come over to deliver soup every night.

So, thanks to his tonic soup. Before the international competition, Jing Ji’s body and energy were still able to keep up, and he never got sick again, even though the intensity of his studies was getting higher and higher.

The author has something to say: the next chapter opens the time Dafa~