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The others had no idea what the situation was.
He Zhou stood one meter away from them, and looked carefully, for fear that his brother would suddenly become angry and blow his head out.
Wu Weicheng was holding the basketball stupidly, looking at this and that, but he didn’t dare to speak first.
Peng Chengcheng routinely said nothing.
It was Zheng Que, fearlessly laughing at the back: “Brother Jiao, Jing Ci, what are you two doing? Playing with matryoshka?”
(T/n: A matryoshka is a Russian doll)
Jing Ci looked down but didn’t look at Ying Jiao, his palm was sweaty, and his heart was beating fast and he could hardly speak. His mind was a mess, but he still subconsciously thought about Ying Jiao: “I, I won’t move… Block it, you get it done quickly.”
Ying Jiao’s eyes were stagnant, and his teasing words that had already reached his lips couldn’t be said.
Just as the moment of the electric spark was lit, he thought of many kinds of reactions in his heart.
He might be ashamed, angry, or even disgusted, but he did not expect him to say such a thing.
Jing Ci’s face is thin, his face is already unnatural to the extreme at this moment, and his appearance looks like he is about to jump away soon. Ying Jiao was ready to be kicked by him, and as a result…
Ying Jiao closed his eyes and suppressed the throbbing in his heart, not allowing himself to continue to be gaffed.
How could there be such a well-behaved and good person in this world. Jing Ci made him like him more every day than the day before.
He looked at Jing Ci’s red ears and sighed in his heart.
This little fool, if he doesn’t move, he is going to stay hard for the entire time.
“I’m sorry,” Ying Jiao rubbed his head and apologized: “I embarrassed you.”
“…No,” Jing Ci lay on his chest, feeling the violent ups and downs of his chest, shrinking his fingertips: “You didn’t mean it.”
Ying Jiao took a breath, and helplessly said: “Don’t tease me anymore.”
He’s really going to catch on fire at this point.
“Huh?” Jing Ci was puzzled.
“It’s nothing.” Ying Jiao calmed down, raised his eyes to look at He Zhou, and said with a dumb voice: “Old He, throw my school uniform over.”
“Oh oh oh.” He Zhou consciously escaped, and without asking why, he quickly obediently gave him his school uniform.
“Get up first, don’t worry, no one can tell.” Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ci’s waist and lowered his voice: “Did you get hurt?”
“No.” Jing Ciqiang looked around calmly, and got up little by little in an awkward posture in order to cover Ying Jiao.
Ying Jiao was sore and soft in his heart because of his slow and caring movements. When they separated, he immediately covered his school uniform between his legs and sat up with his legs.
At this moment, Ying Jiao felt terrible pain in his elbows and back.
Afraid of arousing Jing Ci’s guilt, he concealed it calmly, and waited for his reaction to fade away blankly.
“Brother Jiao, are you okay?” Seeing that he hasn’t gotten up for a long time, He Zhou became anxious: “Is your leg hurt? Or has your waist run out of strength?”
Who doesn’t know the type of person brother Jiao is? He is not afraid of driving a knife around his neck. When has there been a time when he can’t get up?
It seems that this time he really fell seriously.
“I’ll help you up?” He Zhou said, reaching out towards Ying Jiao.
Ying Jiao glanced at him, avoided his hand, and sneered: “Thank you, but my waist is fine.”
After he finished speaking, he bowed his head and twisted the two sleeves of the school uniform jacket around his waist and tied a knot so that the hanging part could just block the front.
Ying Jiao stood up, took Jing Ci and left: “You play, we are going over there to rest for a while.”
“Oh.” He Zhou nodded blankly, before turning to Zheng Que for a while, “Did something happen to the two of them just now that we don’t know?”
Zheng Que shook his head in confusion: “I don’t know.”
“Forget it, it’s up to them.” He Zhou took the basketball from Wu Weicheng and patted it twice on the ground: “Come on, let’s continue.”
By the side of the horizontal bar, Ying Jiao’s reaction had subsided. He took off his school jacket and just wanted to put it on, when Jing Ci reached out his hand to stop him.
Jing Ci pulled the coat out of his hand, and suddenly said, “Close your eyes.”
“What are you doing?” Ying Jiao glanced at him, and grinned: “Want to take the opportunity to kiss me stealthily?”
He lowered his head and leaned in front of Jing Ci’s eyes: “What is the relationship between the two of us? If we want to kiss, is there a need to steal it, I…”
Jing Ci stretched out his hand to cover his mouth familiarly, and said calmly: “Let me see your wounds.”
Ying Jiao was taken aback for a moment, his eyes softened involuntarily, and he closed his eyes obediently without messing around.
Jing Ci carefully pushed up the sleeves of his sweater.
When Ying Jiao fell on the ground, he fell on his elbows. Both of his elbows have broken skin at this moment, and he was bleeding. Fortunately, he was wearing a black sweater today, otherwise it might add dizziness when he sees blood.
His elbow is like this, what about his body?
Suddenly Jing Ci didn’t dare to look any more.
“It’s okay,” Ying Jiao can mostly guess his injury. After seeing Jing Ci didn’t speak for a long time, guessing that he was guilty, and said nonchalantly: “As a man, how can you not shed some blood.”
He quickly pulled down the sleeves of his sweater and opened his eyes: “Okay, don’t look at it. This little injury will be fine in a few days.”
Suddenly Jing Ci stood up, picked up his school bag hanging on the horizontal bar, and said to Ying Jiao: “Go to the school infirmary.”
Ying Jiao smiled: “No, it’s not a big deal.”
The school bell rang accordingly.
Ying Jiao continued: “You see, class is over, you will miss class again if we go. The next class is also math class.”
Jing Ci didn’t speak, but looked at him motionlessly.
When Jing Ci’s face was stern, he looked a little cold, and people who were unfamiliar with him would subconsciously take a detour when he saw him like this. In front of Ying Jiao, his eyes would automatically remember him laying in his arms, blushing.
Soft and cute, so likable that he can’t wait to hug and kiss.
How can he stand it when he was looking at him like this?
In a few seconds, Ying Jiao compromised: “Okay, listen to you, listen to you.”
After receiving his answer, Jing Ci lifted his foot and walked forward. As soon as he took a step, his schoolbag was caught by Ying Jiao from behind.
“I’ll carry it.”
Jing Ci looked at his hand hesitantly.
“It’s just a fall, I’m not fragile.” Ying Jiao shook his schoolbag to his shoulders, moved his arms vigorously, and smiled at Jing Ci: “Not only is it not a problem carrying a schoolbag, but I also have no problem carrying you to the school infirmary, do you want to try?”
Jing Ci paused, and his heartbeat that had just calmed down began to pound and pound again.
He didn’t care about Ying Jiao, and sped up his pace and walked to the school infirmary.
Ying Jiao looked at his hurried back, smiled, and chased him.
Thanks to He Zhou’s figure, when Ying Jiao hugged Jing Ci and fell down, the impact was very strong, and his body was seriously injured.
In addition to his elbows, there was also a big scratch on his back, and his surrounding wound was dripping with blood, which looked very scary.
“It’s not a minor injury,” the school nurse changed the iodine cotton ball, and while cleaning the blood around the wound, he sighed: “No matter how hard you fell, your skin still peeled.”
(T/n: not sure if this is correct…)
Ying Jiao lowered his eyes upon seeing Jing Ci not say a word, frowned, and was a little angry at the school nurse’s words.
“It’s not a big deal,” Ying Jiao reluctantly pulled Jing Ci to sit down next to him, not letting him look at the wound on his back, and deliberately changed the subject: “I didn’t ask you just now, did the exam go well?”
“Very good,” Jing Ci replied briefly, picking up the medical cotton cloth next to him and said to Ying Jiao: “You close your eyes.”
Ying Jiao laughed: “No need to bandage…”
“I want to.” Jing Ci insisted.
He lives alone, what if he faints by accident?
Ying Jiao had no choice but to close his eyes and let him go round and round, wrapping his elbows into zongzi.
The school bell rang before Ying Jiao’s back wound was treated.
“I will ask He Zhou to ask for a leave,” Ying Jiao picked up the phone and said this, when He Zhou’s message popped up on his screen, asking him where he and Jing Ci had left, and why didn’t they come back.
“What a coincidence.” Ying Jiao unlocked his phone and clicked on the WeChat group——
[Jiao]: School nurse infirmary.
[Jiao]: Ask Old Liu for a leave for both of us, we should be able to go back within ten minutes.
He Zhou, who received the news, shook his hand and felt extremely guilty.
How badly did Ying Jiao fall?
The person in question didn’t go to the hospital, but instead went to the school infirmary…
[Peng Chengcheng]: What’s wrong?
[Uncle He]: Brother Jiao, are you okay?
In the school infirmary room, Jing Ci carefully helped Ying Jiao put down his sweater that he pushed up, and followed the school nurse to the counter to get the medicine.
Ying Jiao saw that he was busy arranging things for himself, and he was in a good mood. He felt that the low bedside tables in the school infirmary were extremely cute.
He glanced at his phone, and the group messages were shown on the screen.
Ying Jiao didn’t want to talk to them anymore, but the few people were too ignorant, and kept brushing their sense of existence in front of him.
Ying Jiao sighed and typed, which is no surprise to him.
[Jiao]: Not serious, just a minor injury.
He Zhou was suddenly moved to tears.
His brother Jiao shows off a bit, but he is sincere towards his brothers.
Minor injury? How can he not understand him? A person who has a high fever of 39 degrees and 8 degrees and refuses to go to the hospital, but instead enters the school infirmary for a minor injury?
Brother Jiao must be afraid that he will feel uncomfortable, so he said so deliberately.
He Zhou deeply inhaled from nose and was about to reply when a new message from Ying Jiao came over——
[Jiao]: Jing Ci is not at ease and insisted on letting me come.
[Jiai]: There is no other way but to compromise.
[Jiao]: I advise you, don’t fall in love in the future.
[Jiao]: When you fall in love, we not only gain happiness, but also lose your troubles.
He Zhou, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: “…”
He gritted his teeth, wishing to stab himself a second before.
Moved by what! Why didn’t this old gangster fall to death just now? !
His head was dizzy with anger, and he was about to put away the phone, out of his sight, when new news came in from the group——
[Jiao]: But fortunately, when I came to the school’s infirmary room this time, I found out that I was sick.
[Jiao]: A disease that will never get better.
He Zhou, who had already seen through his character, did not reply.
What disease? Sick?
However, Zheng Que didn’t remember whether to eat or not (T/n: dog food??), immediately said——
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, are you okay, what’s wrong?
Ying Jiao was waiting for these words and immediately replied——
[Jiao]: Wife is strict.
He Zhou, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: “…”
He Zhou turned around and said to Zheng Que: “Who let your mouth be so cheap!”
Zheng Que was beaten honestly, shaking his head and sighing: “I am not strong enough.”
Peng Chengcheng coughed hard on the side and kicked He Zhou’s stool, but He Zhou and Zheng Que were irritated by Ying Jiao, and now they were a little distracted. They didn’t notice anything was wrong, head-to-head spitting: “Ying Jiao that dog!”
A smiling male voice rang in his ear: “What happened to Ying Jiao?”
He Zhou didn’t turn his head back and said, “He followed Jing Ci to the school infirmary!”
The male voice asked again: “What’s wrong with him?”
He Zhou shouted impatiently: “Wife is strict! He said he has a strict wife problem! You are still asking…”
He Zhou raised his eyes, his voice stopped abruptly, and stood up tremblingly: “Liu, Teacher Liu…?”
The author has something to say:
Teacher Liu: He Zhou, get up and say it again.