Here’s the extra chapter~

On the playground from afar, we’re filled with people’s voices.

The students that had self-study class gathered together in twos and threes to laugh and play, and from time to time there were excited screams.

The flower bed in the teaching building was quiet, as if the air had frozen.

Jing Ci widened his eyes suddenly, and his mind went blank.

Ying Jiao looked down at him, his voice hoarse: “If you don’t speak, I will take it as a yes.”

Without hesitation, he reached out and raised Jing Ci’s chin, lowered his head to kiss him.

Jing Ci’s limbs froze, his heartbeat was fast, until the moment Ying Jiao’s lips were about to fall, he just reacted a little and quickly turned his head.


Ying Jiao’s kiss was immediately printed on the side of his face.

Neither of them moved.

In the corner where the sound of a needle could be heard falling, the two people’s violent heartbeats were intertwined.

It felt like my heart was about to pop out of my chest.

Ying Jiao chuckled lightly and pecked him on the face.

The scorching temperature came from Ying Jiao’s lips, the heat made Jing Ci’s body tremble slightly, the blood in the whole body seemed to pour into his brain, and even his consciousness was a little blurry.

Ying Jiao pulled a little distance from him, found his lips, and continued to lean over to kiss him.

Jing Ci was short of breath, almost unable to think, and instinctively pushed Ying Jiao away: “No, no… no!”

“Okay.” For the first time, Ying Jiao didn’t listen to him, and regardless of Jing Ci’s struggles, he firmly squeezed his chin with one hand to keep him from moving, grabbed his hand with the other, and inserted his five fingers tightly between his fingers. He leaned over and lowered his head again.

Ying Jiao’s breathing was heavy and it became more obvious as he approached him little by little.

His breath is overwhelming, and there is no room to escape. In a panic, Jing Ci subconsciously blocked his lips with his backhand.

Ying Jiao lightly paused.


Ying Jiao smiled and kissed his palm lightly.

The evening wind blew, and the green plants in the flower bed stretched and rustled, and Ying Jiao’s low voice complied with the evening wind drifted into Jing Ci’s ears.

“I like you.”

He said.

Jing Ci’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heartbeat suddenly stalled.

Ying Jiao’s ears turned red, he pressed the hand he was holding onto his chest, bowed his head and kissed his palm gently: “Do you…do you want a boyfriend?”


Jing Ci didn’t know how he got back to the small classroom of the Math Olympiad class. When he came back to his senses again, he saw Zhou Chao’s worried face: “Brother Ci, what’s wrong with you? Your face is so red, do you have a fever? “

“No.” The things he tried so hard to hide were revealed in public, and Jing Ci unnaturally picked up a book and tried to cover up his mood: “I’m fine.”

Who knew that he was flustered, one could not hold it, and he threw the book directly to the ground.

“It’s fine?!” Zhou Chao hurriedly bent over to help him pick up the book, reached out and touched his forehead: “My God, it’s so hot! Do you want to go to the school infirmary?”

“No need.” Jing Ci lowered his head in embarrassment, flipping through a few pages of the math Olympiad book in his hand: “It’ll be fine in a while.”

Zhou Chao couldn’t persuade him, so he had to give up.

But he sighed secretly in his heart, he still insists on coming to class after being burnt at this point, he deserves such good grades.

Since it was determined that no extra points will be added for the Olympiad exam, the students in the original competition class have become less motivated to learn. Upon seeing this, Zhao Feng simply suspended the Mathematical Olympiad class and waited until he discussed with the school’s top management whether or not to continue.

So now in the small classroom, there are only Jing Ci and the other three who entered the finals.

With fewer people, Jing Ci’s red face became more and more conspicuous.


So this was why the first thing that Zhao Feng did was ask if he was feeling unwell and if he wanted to take a break from class.

After being firmly rejected by Jing Ci, Zhao Feng also expressed the same emotion as Zhou Chao.

Sure enough, good grades don’t come out of thin air. It is said that Jing Ci’s exam scores are sky-high every time, but he doesn’t know how hard he works in private.

Jing Co didn’t know what kind of thoughts they made up in their minds. He sat in his own seat, staring at the paper that Zhao Feng had sent out. He seemed to be reading the question, but in fact his mind was empty, and his mind kept repeating Ying Jiao’s question: Do you want a boyfriend or not.

Jing Ci didn’t like people, and he didn’t have time to like people. In order to live the rest of his life peacefully, he will no longer be as embarrassed and helpless as he was when he was a child, and all his energy is devoted to learning.

Aiming for the highest score and the best university were his only goals in high school.

Ying Jiao was an accident.

Before going through the book, Jing Ci had no friends. After wearing the book, he has no plans to change this. In order to avoid the plot, he once very much wanted to stay away from Ying Jiao.

But Ying Jiao was too good to him, and he was completely irresistible when he was good. So much so that for the first time in more than ten years, Jing Ci wanted to open his heart to accept someone.

They know each other’s family problems, know each other’s little secrets, and they have slept in the same bed.

Jing Ci’s eyes gradually lost focus.

He never thought about falling in love.

Tying his emotions to another person would make him very insecure, and he didn’t want to break the school rules.

But he really likes being with Ying Jiao, and he doesn’t want to lose him…

Jing Ci looked at his left hand involuntarily, and the feeling of being kissed by Ying Jiao many times came up instantly. The palm of his hand was hot as if he was holding a flame, and the scorching temperature extended to his heart, causing him to smoke.

If you just didn’t stop yourself, then the one who ends up with Ying Jiao is…

No, don’t think about it anymore!

Jing Ci took a deep breath and patted his hot cheek.


He had to finish this math paper first and calm down. After calming down, he would think about what to do next.

At the same time, in the classroom of Class 7, Ying Jiao tried countless times, but still couldn’t focus on the exercise book, and finally gave up.

In his original idea, he wanted to confess to Jing Ci, he had to choose a romantic place. Isn’t that how it is played in Korean dramas?

It’s best to have high-altitude revolving restaurants, playgrounds, and fireworks.

When the other party was moved and pleasantly surprised, he would definitely nod his head in agreement.

But being swayed by Jing Ci’s straight poll, he really couldn’t control himself, and he naturally said what was in his heart.

Ying Jiao reached out and touched his lips, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

Jing Ci didn’t agree to be with him immediately, and didn’t even say a word to him after his confession.

But Ying Jiao was happy.

There were so many people who came to their class to send love letters to Jing Ci to express their confession. Which one of them did Jing Ci not reject neatly? His indifferent mood did not even fluctuate at all, as if the other party was not him.

But what about today?

When he kissed him, he was even ready for Jing Ci to do the same thing to him, but Jing Ci didn’t.

Not only not, but he was more shy than angry.

The person he likes doesn’t seem to have an indifferent attitude towards him completely.


Ying Jiao couldn’t hold back, and he smiled while holding his forehead.

“What’s so funny?” Teacher Liu walked over with a stern face, knocked on Ying Jiao’s table, and said, “Come out.”

Ying Jiao threw his pen, pushed away the chair and stood up: “Yes.”

In the corridor, Teacher Liu slapped a piece of paper on the window sill, and said with a dark face, “What kind of review are you doing? If it wasn’t for the three words ‘review book’, I would have thought you wrote a Autobiography for a great man!”

Teacher Liu said angrily, “Aren’t you pretty proud of hitting someone, huh?!”

In the office a few days ago, the principal’s attention was all focused on Jing Ci, and in his anger, he only took away those special talents, which caused Ying Jiao to escape easily.

But Teacher Liu didn’t forget, so he forced him to write a review. Although it’s not as much as 3,000 words, 800 words are required.

But it is better not to write this review. The more and more Teacher Liu looked at it, the more angry he became. In the end, he couldn’t hold back the fire(anger). He went to the class to find out the culprit.

“What is it.” Ying Jiao was in a good mood, and he didn’t care if he was scolded by Teacher Liu, so he said casually: “Isn’t it cheap for them to teased first, or else I wouldn’t have bothered to fight with them.”

“Then you can’t beat people to death!” Teacher Liu frowned and said, “He was wrong for beating Jing Ci. If you just stopped him, wouldn’t it be over?”

Ying Jiao was dumbfounded, and looked at Teacher Liu in disbelief: “Notre Dame de Paris was burned down, did you release the soul of your Notre Dame?”

(T/n: I’m not entirely sure of this reference)

Teacher Liu: “…”

Teacher Liu was so angry that his liver hurt, and he tapped his arm: “Be serious!”

Ying Jiao hissed, leaned on the windowsill and rubbed his arms, and said, “Okay, serious, lively, united and anxious, I’m listening, you say.”

Teacher Liu glared at him and said bitterly, “I won’t tell you more, and you won’t listen to me. But Ying Jiao, your temper really needs to be restrained. Nothing happened this time, but what about the next time you have an impulse and fight someone?”

“Teacher sees all your hard work during this period of time. Think about it for yourself. Is it worth it to ruin your future for a small thing.”


Ying Jiao laughed and wanted to say something, but seeing the real worry on Teacher Liu’s face, he swallowed the words that came to his lips: “I see.”

“Also,” Teacher Liu put away the review book and said, “your dad called me just now. I told him about it, and he will probably call you today.”

The smile on Ying Jiao’s face disappeared instantly, he was silent for a while, then snorted, and said indifferently, “Fight.”

Teacher Liu probably knew about his family situation. Hearing that, he didn’t say anything, patted him on the shoulder and let him go back.

The second evening self-study was over, and as soon as Ying Jiao walked out of the classroom, his phone buzzed and vibrated.

He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Sure enough, it was Ying Xuelin.

Ying Jiao pressed the answer button.

“Jaojiao,” came the man’s cautious and surprised voice over the phone: “Have you finished your evening self-study?”

Ying Jiao played with his bicycle keys and said coldly, “You have something to say.”

Father Ying didn’t care if he was choked, he swallowed his own speechlessness. It was a blessing for Ying Jiao to answer his call.

“Your class teacher told me that you had a fight,” he paused, afraid that Ying Jiao would get angry, and said quickly, “Of course, Dad isn’t accusing you, he just wanted me to know the situation.”

“Don’t understand, it has nothing to do with you.” Ying Jiao unlocked his bike and said indifferently, “Just take care of your son.”

“You are my son too!” Father Ying retorted to him disapprovingly, and then said, “Jiao, between father and son…”

Ying Jiao interrupted him: “Is there anything else? I’m hanging up.”


“Don’t hang up!” Father Ying hurriedly said, “Can you have a meal with Dad? Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to be at home, we can go wherever you want.”

“Forget it,” Ying Jiao pulled the key out of the keyhole and said coldly, “Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll die like my mother.”

After speaking, without waiting for Father Ying’s answer, he cut off the phone.

Ying Jiao pinched his phone, lowered his eyes indifferently, and stood in place for a while to calm down, then suddenly threw his bicycle aside and strode towards the dormitory building.

When Ying Jiao entered the door, Jing Ci had just finished washing up and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw that it was Ying Jiao, his face flushed red.

“You, do you need something?” Jing Ci stood up stiffly, panicking and didn’t know where to put his hands.

Shouldn’t Ying Jiao go home at this time? Why is he in his dorm?

There was a mess in his mind, and before he could sort out his thoughts, Ying Jiao took his hand and pulled him out the door without saying a word.

Li Zhou, who was sitting on the bed playing games, glanced at them, then immediately withdrew his gaze, and pretended like he didn’t see anything.


Jing Ci didn’t know what Ying Jiao was going to do, but seeing that his face was heavy and his mood was obviously wrong, he did not ask more questions in the corridor, and followed him into the 303 dormitory.


When the door was closed, Jing Ci was about to speak when Ying Jiao suddenly pulled him into his arms with a force.

Thinking of what the two of them said and did at the flower bed just now, Jing Ci suddenly wanted to struggle with smoke above his head.

“Don’t move, let me hold you for a while.” Ying Jiao buried his head in his neck, sniffing the faint scent of shampoo on his hair, and the madness in his heart calmed down a little.

It was rare for Ying Jiao to lose control of his emotions like this, and Jing Ci’s worries overshadowed everything: “What‘s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Ying Jiao hooked his fingers to play with his hair, and wrote lightly, “My dad just called me and I was upset.”

Ying Jiao’s father? The man who had a two-year-old illegitimate child

Jing Ci was silent, holding him still with Ying Jiao.


Ying Jiao’s heart softened instantly, he raised his head, gently stroked the back of Jing Ci’s neck with his right hand, and said with a chuckle, “So good?”

Jing Ci looked away unnaturally: “You, aren’t you unhappy?”

Ying Jiao’s heart was moved, and nodded: “I’m not happy, very unhappy.”

Jing Ci looked up at him.

Ying Jiao hooked his lips: “A hug is not enough,” he pulled Jing Ci to sit down on the bed, and said in a low voice, “So to ease my emotions, sleep with me tonight?”

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The author has something to say: Everyday I sigh, my brother Jiao and Ci are so good.

2 thoughts on “DATSGEB-(55)

  1. Baby Jing Ci was acting like a cooked lobster with his unceasing blush and its Ying Jiao losing focus for me. Thank you for the update


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