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

Chapter 93

In the compartment, the heating is fully turned on. The smell of various foods is constantly floating in the air, mingled together, and the smell is inexplicably breathless.

Jing Ci put his head on the car body, his face low, his hands tightly gripped the seat cover, so hard that his knuckles were all white.

The dream came to an abrupt end here, and what happened to Qiao Anyan later, he didn’t know. What happened to Yingjiao who couldn’t find him, he didn’t know.

Jing Ci’s eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth desperately to swallow the choking and tears, so as not to let himself cry.

If it is simply missing, it will leave a little hope for Yingjiao. But not in the previous life. Ying Jiao watched his existence disappear little by little, and watched the memories of his surroundings erased. It was how powerless and hopeless it was.

Except for him, no one remembers who Jing Ci is.

The person Jing Ci, from existing in everything around him, gradually became only in his own mind.

“The winner of the School of Economics, is there a brain disease? Jing Ci? There is no such person in our class.”

“I think I was sick. I don’t know how to get admitted to our school. I said that I didn’t know each other after several times.”

“Hey, I don’t want to see him anymore, it’s almost impossible.”

Jing Ci trembled all over, his chest was violently ups and downs, as if he was stabbed by someone on it.

He would rather win the pride and forget him like everyone else, than he would suffer in pain every day.

For the first time in his life, Jing Ci hoped that Yingjiao didn’t like him that much.

In the provincial experiment at this time, when the bell hit the end of the fourth class in the afternoon, Yingjiao rushed out.

“Hey, Brother Jiao, slow down!” Zheng Que put his phone in his pocket, carried his pants and ran after him: “You are so hungry? Why are you so fast?”

“Brother Jiao didn’t go to the cafeteria, I said in the group! Didn’t you see?” He porridge pulled him breathlessly: “Brother Ci will come back later, he will pick him up at the station!”

“In this way, I just played a game and blocked the group news.” Zheng Que scratched his head, watching Ying Jiao disappear at the end of the corridor with great strides, turning his head and asking He Congee: “What time is the train leaving brother, Make him so anxious?”

Peng Chengcheng uttered two words blankly: “Six o’clock.”

“That’s too late.” Zheng Que wondered: “It takes more than half an hour from our school to the train station, so it’s enough.”

“Tell the truth, Old Zheng,” He Cong glanced at him speechlessly, spitting out: “With your EQ, I’m afraid you can only get out of the order if you have a baby boy at home.”

Zheng Que looked inexplicable: “What happened to me?”

“Forget it, nothing.” He Zhou was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, raised his hand and patted his back: “Don’t take care of others, you can’t run anymore? If you don’t run, you will have no place in the cafeteria.”

“Fuck! Run!”

Ying Jiao used the fastest speed to get out of the school gate and took a taxi to the train station.