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Jing Ci is a person who keeps his words. It was too late to write notes that day, but there are some contents in Chinese that do not need notes.
During break, he opened the Chinese essays and said to Ying Jiao: “In the next few days, I will list the texts that need to be recited this semester. Recitation is the easiest.”
He pointed to the page: “Let’s start with “Pipa Xing”. Can you understand the meaning? If you don’t understand, I can tell you again. It’s easier to recite after you understand the meaning.”
Ying Jiao turned to look at him.
When it comes to studying, Jing Ci has a serious expression on his face. He looks like a little teacher, it was inexplicably cute.
Ying Jiao smirked, his body turned slightly, pretending to be deaf shamelessly: “Huh? What did you say? I didn’t hear it clearly.”
There were only two people at the same table, so Jing Ci felt that his voice was loud enough. But the classroom in Class 7 is really noisy, and it’s possible he didn’t hear it clearly. So he raised his voice and said it again.
“What?” Ying Jiao frowned: “Still inaudible.”
He leaned back in his chair lazily and turned his ears aside: “You come over and say.”
Jing Ci didn’t move, feeling that Ying Jiao was being deliberate. At such a close distance and faced with his loud voice, he was not deaf, how could he not hear clearly.
Ying Jiao laughed, and pushed him with his knees: “Little classmate, you just said you wanted to repay, but how can you regret it now?”
Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, but leaned forward according to his words, he repeated what he said just now to his ear.
The boy’s voice is slightly faint, but his voice is very nice. While talking, his breathing occasionally sprayed on Ying Jiao’s ears.
It’s hot and itchy.
Ying Jiao turned his eyes slightly, watching his long and thick eyelashes blink gently.
The classmates around were filled with laughter and playfulness, and from time to time there was some excitement screaming.
There was a strong fragrance of osmanthus floating in the air, but Ying Jiao’s nose smelled a faint, insignificant fragrance.
It was Jing Ci’s body shampoo fragrance, it was a refreshing lemon scent.
Ying Jiao subconsciously lowered his head and sniffed deeply.
After Jing Ci finished speaking, he didn’t get a response. He raised his head: “You…”
Coincidentally, he bumped into Ying Jiao who was bowing his head.
In the next second, Jing Ci’s nose hit Ying Jiao’s lips.
Both of them froze for a moment.
A very light kiss, not even a kiss.
Ying Jiao touched his lips slowly and looked towards Jing Ci.
Jing Ci bounced away instantly and blushed.
“Wow, little classmate,” Ying Jiao curled his lips and whistled: “Are you so anxious?”
Jing Ci blushed and moved his body a bit, trying to move himself a little bit further, and apologized in embarrassment, “I’m sorry.”
Ying Jiao leaned in shamelessly, squeezed his chin with one hand, and looked at Jing Ci lazily: “You said I’m sorry, but do I have to accept it?”
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip: “Then what do you want?”
After a pause, he said, “Otherwise, I will organize your notes for you now, I…”
“I always like to give a tooth for a tooth,” Ying Jiao interrupted him with a chuckle: “You kissed me once, but I can’t come to make it even, right?”
Jing Ci blushed even more. He grabbed the language book in his hand and tried to explain to Ying Jiao: “I didn’t kiss you forcefully, it was just an accident.”
Ying Jiao played with the lighter in his hand and smiled, “Who knows if it was an accident?”
He paused and licked his lips: “What about last time? You rushed into my arms.”
“There are so many accidents.”
Jing Ci’s blush was about to smoke, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly: “You…you change one.”
Ying Jiao took the chance once he saw this, and for fear of forcing him in anxiously, he said: “It’s okay to change one…”
Jing Ci looked up at him instantly.
“You call me brother, let me squeeze your face, and this matter is over.”
Jing Ci opened his mouth and couldn’t make a sound.
Ying Jiao didn’t urge him, but raised his eyebrows and said, “It will be a breaktime exercise later. You can call me in front of the whole school on the playground.”
He raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock: “There is one minute to go to class.”
“Brother.” Jing Ci called out, holding his face hot.
Jing Ci would rather call him now than call him in front of the whole school.
Ying Jiao chuckled, stretched out his hand and squeezed Jing Ci’s face: “Really good.”
Jing Ci’s facial features are three-dimensional, and there is not much flesh on his face, but his skin is tender and firm, and it feels particularly good. Until the end of the second class, Ying Jiao was still rubbing his fingers.
He Zhou put water on his pants, turned his head and found that Ying Jiao was in a trance. He leaned in a humble manner: “What are you doing, Brother Jiao, did you have a wrap-skin operation, so you dare not take off your pants?”
(T/n: not sure if He Zhou meant that he put a water bottle in his pants or something else.)
Ying Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, smiling with sorrow: “I’m afraid that taking off my pants will hurt your self-esteem too much.”
He Zhou, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: “…”
He Zhou looked at him speechless: ” Brother Jiao, why have you been so busy lately? Has something happened that we don’t know?”
Ying Jiao pursed his lower lip lightly and chuckled, “Guess.”
After second class of the provincial experiment ends in the morning, it is time for exercises between classes.
From the first year to the third year of high school, regardless of the winter and heat, their activity is to run laps around the playground.
This time of day is the busiest time on the playground.
All the students in the three grades gathered on the playground, laughing and playing.
The boys’ eyes were on the good-looking girls, and the girls also gathered in twos and threes, secretly talking about the handsome boys in school.
Jing Ci and Li Zhou squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, and walked to the assembly place of class 7.
“Who’s that person?!”
A girl pointed in their direction and kept screaming in a low voice: “Ahhhh, the boy on the left is so handsome!!”
Another girl followed her gaze, her eyes lit up suddenly: “Really handsome! I haven’t seen him before. Is he a transfer student?”
The girl who spoke first stared at Jing Ci: “Quick! Let’s stare together to see how many shifts they go.”
At this time, a boy came from the side.
He is beautiful, white and tender, and very small. Hearing the words of the two girls, he interjected: “That person is called Jing Ci.”
The girl who started talking was surprised: “Jing Ci? That one that knocked you out?”
Qiao Anyan nodded, looking thoughtfully at Jing Ci’s upright body: “It’s him.”
After being reborn for so long, this was the first time that Qiao Anyan had seen Jing Ci.
In his last life, he hadn’t been in school until the second year of high school, and he didn’t know what happened to Jing Ci. However, before and after the fight with himself, Jing Ci changed a lot.
Why is this happening?
Was it the butterfly effect brought about by his own rebirth that made Jing Ci feel repentant, or did Jing Ci undergo the same changes as himself?
Qiao Anyan was not sure.
Jing Ci felt a sight betting on him, like a shadow. He looked up and collided with Qiao Anyan’s gaze.
“How about it, are you jealous when you see your enemy?” Li Zhou grinned and said.
“Yeah, is it possible that you two are still fighting each other?”
Fight… Qiao Anyan!
The protagonist in the original book.
Jing Ci’s pupils shrank suddenly.
He doesn’t know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the moment he saw Qiao Anyan, his head started to ache.
“What’s wrong with Jing Ci?” Seeing that his expression was wrong, Li Zhou asked quickly: “Are you sick? Or are you uncomfortable seeing Qiao Anyan?”
“It’s okay.” Jing Ci rubbed his temples and said perfunctorily. Just when he was about to look away, Qiao Anyan suddenly walked over here.
“What do you want to do?” Li Zhou stepped forward vigilantly, blocking Jing Ci, looking at Qiao Anyan with some hostility in his eyes.
In the past, whenever Jing Ci fought, Li Zhou would not help, but would watch the excitement next to him.
But it’s different now.
Jing Ci brought him breakfast for nearly half a month, and the relationship between the two of them had long been closer.
It doesn’t matter if you help bring a meal, if you do, bring it twice.
Qiao Anyan smiled and said that he was not malicious.
He looked at Jing Ci and suddenly said, “Yangcheng Olympics?”
Yangcheng’s successful bid for the Olympics is at the beginning of next year.
At that time, the whole country was celebrating, and every TV station was reporting this incident in turn.
If Jing Ci was born again like him, then he would know.
After saying this, his eyes fixed on Jing Ci, not letting go of any reaction from Jing Ci.
Jing Ci’s head was hurting, and when he heard his thoughtless sentence, he frowned, “What?”
Li Zhou also didn’t understand: “What is the Yangcheng Olympiad? Are you sick? Came to tell us something messy.”
Qiao Anyan carefully looked at Jing Ci for half a minute, and was relieved to make sure that he was not reborn.
Although with Jing Ci’s IQ, even if he was reborn, he wouldn’t be able to hinder himself, but only by knowing one’s own confidant can he survive all battles, not to mention that this person is still his own rival in love.
“Nothing.” Qiao Anyan smiled and turned away.
He is the only person who can be favored by the heavens, and even for this, he absolutely can’t continue to fail in this life.
He must study hard and earn a good future for himself.
And as for Ying Jiao…
Qiao Anyan clenched his fist slightly, he couldn’t get him in his previous life, he would make it up for everything in this life.
“No,” Li Zhou looked at him from behind, with a look of inexplicable expression: “What did he come for? Feeling nervous?”
Jing Ci looked down, he knew Qiao Anyan’s purpose. He is testing himself whether he is born again just like him.
The Yangcheng Olympics should be something that will happen in the future.
But it is a pity that his original world is different from this world.
“Don’t worry about him.” Jing Ci pulled Li Zhou: “Let’s go quickly, otherwise we will be late for the exercise session between classes.”
From knowing that he and the original body have exactly the same appearance and name, Jing Ci had a little doubt in his heart.
Your own book-wearing may not be accidental.
It’s just that nothing special happened later, so Jing Ci let go of this doubt. And now the appearance of Qiao Anyan, accompanied by his headache, made Jing Ci completely affirm his previous guess.
Qiao Anyan’s aura is repelling himself.
Perhaps wanted to stay away from the plot, and his goal of living only his own life cannot be achieved…
But Jing Ci didn’t panic. Since they were all here, soldiers came to cover the water.
The seven classes are arranged in teams, and boys and girls are separated.
Girls are ranked first according to their size, and boys are ranked behind girls according to the same rules.
Jing Ci’s height is 178, ranking relatively low in the entire class team. And Ying Jiao, who is one-eighty-eighth tall, ranks last in the team unchanged for thousands of times.
However, as he ran today, the people next to Jing Ci suddenly changed, and he subconsciously glanced sideways.
“Little classmate, you’re running very seriously.” Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci with a joking tone in his voice.
Jing Ci’s eyes fell on his well-shaped thin lips, and his cheeks suddenly became hot. He turned his head hurriedly, pretending that he hadn’t heard them.
A lazy voice came from behind, “Hey, ignoring people now?”
“Hey little classmate, you have been very bloated recently.”
The students from Class 7 looked at the two people one after another, with gossip gleaming in their eyes.
Ying Jiao had a thick-skinned face and didn’t care at all, but Jing Ci couldn’t bear such scrutiny.
Seeing that He Zhou and Zheng Que almost couldn’t help but come to watch the excitement, he finally gritted his teeth and turned his head: “Which one of us is bloated when running around our group?!”
Ying Jiao curled his lips and glanced at Jing Ci meaningfully: “I’m bloated? Where do I swell?”
The author has something to say:
Ying Jiao: Brothers, I won’t take off my pants to hurt your self-esteem, okay.
He Zhou, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: “………………………………………….”