[BL] Dressed as The School Grass' Ex-boyfriend [Transmigration]

Chapter 11

He Cong and the others consciously discovered Jing Ci’s secrets, holding their respect for the king, their attitude towards Jing Ci took a 180-degree turn.

Once, Yingjiao even saw He Congee actively give way to Jing Ci.

He Zhou was fat but not broad-minded. He walked on a rampage, and when he met on a narrow road, there was one who could make him give way. There are still fewer people than one palm in total.

He Conge touched his belly and sighed: “You don’t understand Brother Jiao, Jing Ci’s operation of this wave of Tianxiu is my lifelong dream.” He paused and glanced at Jing Ci, who was reading carefully. Whispered: “And don’t you think he looks particularly handsome?”

Ying Jiao snorted: “Whether he is handsome has something to do with you?”

He Cong just wanted to say that it doesn’t matter, after all, there is another big handsome ratio in the class.

Ying Jiao said: “Use me to remind you, who is his favorite?”

He porridge: “…”

He congee: “Brother Jiao, something is wrong with you, don’t you hate Jingci haunting you?”

Ying Jiao hummed a laugh and said nothing.

He randomly pulled a workbook on the desk, turned a page, and went to Jing Ci’s seat.

When Li Zhou saw him, he immediately stood up and gave up his position.

Ying Jiao sat down unceremoniously and pushed the workbook to Jing Ci: “Little classmate, tell me a question.”

After working on Yingjiao a few days ago, Jing Ci had been secretly vigilant, holding the pencil sharpener on his body for several days to prevent Yingjiao from taking revenge. However, for several days, there was no movement from Yingjiao. Is this finally here today?

Anyway, his face was torn apart, and Jing Ci didn’t hide his attitude anymore.

He glanced at the workbook and said lightly: “This question is too simple to talk about.”

Ying Jiao laughed, not angry, and turned to the next big question with a good temper: “Then talk about this question.”

Jing Ci’s voice is still not enthusiastic: “This question is too difficult, you don’t understand it.”

Ying Jiao snorted, and threw the exercise book aside, and lay down on the table looking at Jing Ci: “If they ask, they will talk, but if I ask, they won’t talk about it? You tell me…”

Jing Ci glanced at him. He didn’t expect him to be so thick-skinned, he was a little self-aware.

However, in the next second, he was slapped in the face—

Ying Jiao said with a smile: “Little classmate, are you so special to me?”

Jing Ci: “…”

Ying Jiao took advantage of his mouth, but he was a little worried.

This little pervert doesn’t want to see him now, it’s impossible for him to agree to be at the same table with him, he has to think of a way…

“Are you angry?” Yingjiao leaned in front of him again: “It is reasonable to say that you hit me so painfully that day, I was not angry.”

When mentioning this matter, Jing Ci also felt a bit unreasonable. He was really impulsive that day, and he was a bit cruel. He is also a man and knows how vulnerable it is.