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

Chapter 19

“Hey, little classmate,” Ying Jiao suddenly leaned in and looked at him with a chuckle: “Happy?”

The smile at the corner of Jing Ci’s lips was too late to take it back.

“Brother helped you bully back.” Ying Jiao leaned back on the chair lazily, with the elbow of his right hand leaning on the back, with a smile: “Are you out of breath?”

Jing Ci pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: “I’m not angry.”

With sharp ears, Zheng Que interrupted when he heard his words, “Jing Ci, you have a very good temper now. If you change this matter today, you can’t put the paper on Zhang Jing’s face?”

“No,” He Zhou leaned over and said with a smile: “You don’t know, Brother Jiao killed the Quartet in the examination room today, not to mention Zhang Jing, Feng Dabal couldn’t stand it.”

He porridge laughed so much that his fat body shook: “I will never forget Feng Datu’s expression at the time, hahahahaha, he also read the content of the note twice! Hahahaha.”

Peng Chengcheng smiled: “Feng Dabal is also considered a disaster.”

Ying Jiao snorted after hearing the words: “They are all pheasants, what sort of baskets are placed in and out of.”

Feng Dabal is not a good product either. He was the one who said that the little perverted character was bad in the office that day.

At this moment, Peng Chengcheng couldn’t help but laugh, and the classroom of Class 7 was filled with joy for a moment.

The corners of Jingci’s lips curled slightly, and to meet Ying Ying Jiao’s gaze, he whispered, “Thank you.”

Ying Jiao was tickled by his smile. He raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to rub Jing Ci’s hair.

Jing Ci quickly avoided.

Ying Jiao remembered his problem of not being able to touch his head, grinded his teeth lightly, and lied without changing his face: “Don’t move, there is a piece of confetti on your head.”

“Where?” Jing Ci hurriedly stretched out his hand on his head and snored, his soft hair curled up with his movements, trembling and very cute.

“It’s not there,” Ying Jiao pointed out two pretentiously, and then he reached out and put his hand on Jing Ci’s head: “Let you fool around, it’s gone…”

He put his palm on Jing Ci’s head and rubbed it twice.

Jing Ci was puzzled: “Have you gotten it off yet?”

Ying Jiao glanced at him and smirked: “It’s not you who messed around.”

Jing Ci didn’t dare to move after hearing this.

Facing Yingjiao, he put his hands on his knees, lowered his head slightly, and obediently waiting for him to help himself take the confetti down.

Yingjiao’s slender fingers were inserted in Jing Ci’s hair, and he was addicted to it. Only then did he reluctantly put down his hand and pretended to make a discarding action: “Okay.”

“Thank you.” Jing Ci thanked him, then turned to continue to do the question.

He Jiang glanced at Ying Jiao contemptuously, and whispered: “Hey… shameless.”

Zheng Que has already covered his eyes: “My arrogant brother…Is this finally stepping off the altar? Very good, very good.”

Ying Jiao rubbed his fingers lightly, and went to sleep contentedly.