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Jing Ci didn’t understand what Ying Jiao meant, but he felt that what he answered was a bit inconsistent with what Zheng Que asked. After hesitating for a while, he didn’t reply back to Zheng Que immediately.

“Brother Ci, my classroom is here.” The second class was at the entrance of the stairs, Zhou Chao stopped and said hello to him.

Jing Ci nodded, thought for a bit, and said, “You can go after you pack up later, don’t wait for me.”

He didn’t know how many questions Ying Jiao had, and couldn’t estimate the time it would take.

“Okay.” Zhou Chao saw that he was looking at his phone all the way, thinking he had something to do, so he readily responded, pushed the door and entered the classroom.


Jing Ci lowered his head, tapped his finger on the screen, and was about to ask Ying Jiao one more question when his shoulders were suddenly grabbed.

He raised his head and his face suddenly turned red: “Why are you here?”

With a smile in his eyes, Ying Jiao said, “I just came out of the office and heard someone calling your name from behind. I didn’t expect it to be you, our fate…”

Jing Ci’s heart felt slightly sweet, he put down his phone, and just wanted to ask him about how to reply back to Zheng Que question, when Ying Jiao suddenly shook a blank paper in his hand, and said, “The application form for changing dormitories that meets your requirements. “

Jing Ci didn’t understand: “My requirements?”

Ying Jiao nodded, and the smile on his face deepened: “Aren’t you going to inspect the goods?” Seeing that Jing Ci was still confused, he leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

Jing Ci: “…”

Jing Ci shook his hand and almost couldn’t hold his phone. He blushed and whispered, “You…don’t talk nonsense.”

“Didn’t you ask me first?” Ying Jiao took an inch, and said shamelessly, “Why don’t you let me talk about it, little classmate, you are too domineering. You are relying on being a strict wife, right?”

Zheng Que definitely didn’t mean this, Jing Ci knew that Ying Jiao was teasing him. He pursed his lower lip, tried his best to look calm, and changed the subject: “You, do you have any questions today?”

(T/n: so I’m guessing ‘jjc’ was a slang for something after all, but I’m still not sure if I got the right slang.)

Ying Jiao laughed: “After so long, my biggest rival in love is learning.”


He stretched out his hand to open the door of Class 7, let Jing Ci go in first, and said, “Yes, remembered it all.”

Jing Ci sat down on the seat and took out a pen from his bag: “Show it to me.”

Zheng Que saw that the two of them came back together, and he rushed over with his mobile phone in hand and wanted to ask a question. After being glanced at by Ying Jiao with a warning, he ran back in despair.

Ying Jiao turned his head, flipped out two exercise books, found the marked wrong question, and pushed it in front of Jing Ci.

For Jing Ci, these questions were very simple, and after reading the questions, he immediately had an idea. After doing some calculations on a scratch paper and writing the result, he turned to Ying Jiao : “You come…”

Jing Ci’s voice stopped abruptly.

Beside him, Ying Jiao was leaning on his chin with one hand, looking at him without blinking, with gentle eyes and an irresistible smile on his face.

Jing Ci turned his eyes away, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.

He secretly exhaled and raised his eyes again, Ying Jiao’s eyes still stayed on him.

With four eyes facing each other, Jing Ci involuntarily raised the corners of his lips slightly.

“Look… Look at the question.” Jing Ci lowered his eyes, keeping Ying Jiao’s hot eyes out of his sight, trying to calm the throbbing in his heart: “The exam is coming up soon.”

At this moment, Ying Jiao wanted to hug and kiss him. He simply couldn’t understand how there could be someone as lovely as Jing Ci in this world. Even the curvature of his hair is more pleasing than others.


But when Jing Ci was so busy, he didn’t forget to care about his studies, and Ying Jiao was reluctant to let him down.

Ying Jiao clenched his fists with restraint, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and nodded: “Okay.”

After more than three months of hard study, Ying Jiao has made rapid progress, and many basic questions are no longer difficult for him.

Jing Ci was a little satisfied and a little proud. After explaining all the problems to him and making sure that he understood everything, he thought in his mind that after a while, he would have to switch to a more slightly difficult set of problems.

“It’s all done.” Ying Jiao wrote the last word, closed the exercise book, looked up at the time, and said, “Go, I’ll take you to the small classroom.”

“No,” Jing Ci pushed back his chair and stood up, firmly rejecting: “You study by yourself, don’t waste your time.”

Ying Jiao couldn’t beat him, so he could only reluctantly respond: “Okay, you have the final say in our family, I will listen to you.”

The three words “our family” directly poked into Jing Ci’s heart.

He thought that he would never understand the concept of “family” in his two lifetimes, but Ying Jiao said our family…

Jing Ci’s chest felt warm, he picked up his schoolbag and said softly, “I’m leaving.”

“Wait.” Ying Jiao put down his pen.

Jing Ci looked at him suspiciously.

With the help of the table, Ying Jiao smiled and stretched out a hand at him, the meaning was self-evident.


Jing Ci pursed his lips, and his face turned red. After hesitating for a while, looking left and right, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he quickly touched his hand, then turned and left the classroom.

The brief touch was almost only one second, like a feather, softly on Ying Jiao’s chest. His heart was numb, and he looked down at his palm for a while, and then he abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and began to work on the questions seriously.

Amid the anticipation and nervousness of all the students, the final exam finally arrived.

The students in Class 7 changed from their usual leisure time. Some began to memorize texts crazily. Some came over to ask Jing Ci how to focus. Some even went to inquire about the people with relatively good grades in their examination room to pass them a small note or something.

After all, it is the final exam, which is not only related to whether the whole winter vacation can be spent well, but also to the thickness of their New Year’s red envelope.

He Zhou and a few people played all night, and they yawned all day when they left the examination room. In the end, they couldn’t hold it anymore and ran to the teacher’s toilet to wash their faces.

Ying Jiao didn’t go with them, and after sending Jing Ci to the first examination room, he continued to go to Class 21.

In the last monthly test, although his score improved a lot, his ranking remained basically the same, and he still remained in the original test room.


Ying Jiao took out a piece of coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and was about to put it in his mouth, when he looked up, he saw Qiao Anyan walking towards him.

“Jiao, brother Jiao.” Qiao Anyan stopped, stood in front of Ying Jiao, and greeted him with a flushed face.

In his previous life, although he liked Ying Jiao, he never had the courage to express himself. Now that his life has started again, he doesn’t want to have any regrets.

Therefore, on Christmas, he stuffed the love letter into the packaging of Ping An Guo fruit,  and gave it to Ying Jiao. But he didn’t expect the love letter to end up in the hands of his head teacher, and it also alarmed his parents.

He didn’t want to think about how he survived some time ago, and he once complained about Ying Jiao. But later he found out that Ying Jiao didn’t do it on purpose, so he was relieved.

Ying Jiao frowned, when he saw this person, he felt disgusted in his heart.

It’s not because he was the culprit who caused Jing Ci’s headache, but because he acted like this early in the morning.


He wanted to kick Qiao Anyan away, but when he thought of what Li Zhou said, he resisted his impatience and said, “You were the one who sent me a love letter last time?”

Qiao Anyan’s eyes widened suddenly, his heart was pounding, Ying Jiao remembered him!

His brain was instantly congested, and he nodded: “Yes, yes!”

Ying Jiao leaned on the window sill in the corridor and asked casually, “Like me?”

Qiao Anyan was short of breath and nodded impatiently.

Why did Ying Jiao ask him that? Could it be…

Holding the round coconut candy, Ying Jiao stared at Qiao Anyan for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, “When are the Yangcheng Olympics?”

Qiao Anyan was almost unable to think when he saw him, and subconsciously said: “August…”

“Brother Jiao!” Zheng Que’s voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting Qiao Anyan’s words.

Zheng Que came up, looked at Ying Jiao, and Qiao Anyan, and said strangely, “What are you doing here?”

“You…” Ying Jiao closed his eyes, almost couldn’t control and gave him a kick on the spot, and said irritably, “Is it that hard to hold back, were you a reincarnation of a rickshaw driver?!”

Only then did Zheng Que realize that he did something wrong, he smiled embarrassingly, and pulled He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng away with a guilty conscience.

But although Qiao Anyan only said half of his answer, Ying Jiao has already got the desired information.

He guessed right, Qiao Anyan didn’t say it at the slip of tongue last time, he knew that Yangcheng would be hosted for the Olympics, and even clearly remembered what month and date the Olympics would be.

Either he’s a lunatic, or…

Thinking of that possibility, Ying Jiao lowered his eyes and sneered. Want to have a negative impact on Jing Ci? No matter what method he uses, he will let this monster go back to where it came from.


Ying Jiao didn’t even notice that he had double standards, there was an abnormality in his(QA) body. While Jing Ci was specially here to be his little wife, while others were demons and ghosts.

He glanced at the pale Qiao Anyan, sneered, and walked into Class 21.

Scared him sh*tless!

Jing Ci thought that he would have a headache again this time, but it was unbelievable. After two days, he didn’t have a single pain, and he passed the test smoothly.

Twenty minutes before the end of the English test, Jing Ci packed up his things and handed in his paper. As soon as he went out, he saw Ying Jiao waiting in the corridor.

“On time.” Ying Jiao stretched out his hand to take his schoolbag and said with a chuckle, “How about pitching a bit(time)?”

Jing Ci nodded and asked him, “What’s the matter?”

Before the exam, Ying Jiao made an appointment with him when he(JC) handed in his paper in advance. Because Ying Jiao’s English grades were on par with him, Jing Ci didn’t refuse, but he just didn’t understand what he wanted to do.

“Take you out to dinner.” Ying Jiao put the transparent bag in which he put the pen into Jing Ci’s schoolbag, zipped it up and carried it over his shoulder: “Do you remember the tea restaurant where we ate together for the first time?”

“Want to eat there?”

“Yeah.” Ying Jiao nodded: “Last time I said that I wanted to taste the Yang Zhi Gan Lu from that house, come with me?”


At this point, there were basically no people in the restaurant, the two small boxes were empty, Ying Jiao asked for the one inside, and discussed with Jing Ci with the menu.


After the dishes were all served, the waiter knocked on the door again and gave them a bowl of Yang Zi Gan Lu.

Just as Jing Ci was about to stop the waiter to say that there was a missing bowl, Ying Jiao held his hand under the table.

“I only ordered one.”

Jing Ci’s eyelashes trembled, resisted himself from moving, and asked Ying Jiao in a low voice, “Don’t you want to eat it?”

Ying Jiao didn’t answer, he reached out and dug out a spoonful of Yang Zhi Gan Lu and sent it to Jing Ci’s mouth, and said softly, “Aren’t you tasting it for me?”

Jing Ci’s face flushed, and he reached out to feed himself, but was avoided by Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao didn’t say anything, just looked at him with a smile.

Jing Ci’s adam’s apple moved, but he still opened his mouth.

Ying Jiao stared at his lips moistened by the dessert, and asked in a low voice, “Is it delicious?”

Jing Ci swallowed the Yang Zhi Gan Lu in his mouth: “It’s delicious.”

“Then let me try it, okay?”

Jing Ci looked up at him.

Seeing him staring at his lips without blinking, he instantly understood what he meant.

Ying Jiao leaned against him, his voice soft and a little hoarse: “Is it okay?”

Jing Ci blushed unbelievably, and his breathing was obviously rapid.

Ying Jiao reached out and raised his chin slightly, and asked again, “Speak, baby, can I?”

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and nodded lightly for a while.

Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed him.


After the long kiss, Ying Jiao licked his lower lip, looked into Jing Ci’s eyes, and said with a chuckle, “It’s really sweet.”

Jing Ci took a breath and almost caught fire.

It was not until he walked out of the restaurant after eating, and was blown by the cold wind, that the heat on his face slowly subsided, and his mind returned to clarity. He finally remembered that the last time Ying Jiao told him that he wanted to taste Yang Zhi Gan Lu, he touched his lips with his hand.

At that time, he didn’t feel anything, but now it seems that at that time… did he have such thoughts about himself(JC)?

While thinking uncontrollably, Jing Ci walked to school side by side with Ying Jiao. Passing through a traffic light, just turning a corner, a messy car accident scene suddenly came into view.

The black private car hit the street light, and the front of the car was completely flattened. Next to it is a nearly shattered motorcycle, and there are large smears of blood around the motorcycle.

The traffic police were pulling the isolation belt, and passersby avoided the place one after another, making the tragic scene more and more conspicuous.

Jing Ci’s pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could think of anything, he immediately reached out to cover Ying Jiao’s eyes.

And at the moment when his hands were covered, a pair of cold, wet palms also covered his eyes.

“Don’t look,” he whispered in his ear.

His voice was weak and his breath fluctuated.


Ying Jiao leaned against him, panting, most of his body weight was on him, the hand covering his eyes trembled slightly, but he still blocked the terrifying scene in front of him, never letting go for a minute.

The blood sick man. (The man that gets sick when he sees blood.)

The man who faints for a while when he sees the simulated human blood in the movie.

When he saw the scene of the car accident, his first reaction was to grit his teeth desperately to keep himself from falling, and then cover his eyes(JC).

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2 thoughts on “DATSGEB-(60)

  1. Ying Jiao reached out and raised his chin slightly, and asked again, “Speak, baby, can I?”

    It was at this moment I just died. Flatlined. He’s soooooooo ❤ love him. And Jing Ci is just so damn sweet right back gosh they make me smile

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