Chapter 3: CH 3

Jing Ci followed Ying Jiao out of the toilet, and suddenly felt a little itchy under his nose. He reached out and touched it, he had a nosebleed.

That boy hit hard from the beginning.

Suddenly, Jing Ci had an urge to turn around and hit him with the mop a few more times.

Ying Jiao walked in front, carefully pondering Jing Ci’s abnormality today, and when he recovered, he found that the person next to him had disappeared. He turned his head to see, Jing Ci stood motionless behind him, covering his face with his right hand.

He hesitated, and walked back, and asked, “Hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t matter.” Jing Ci put down his hands: “It’s bleeding, I’ll go back and wash it.”

Jing Ci had a lot of blood, when he wiped it with his hand again, half of his face was covered with blood. The visual impact caused in that moment was too exciting.

Ying Jiao’s head buzzed, and his face suddenly paled.

“What’s the matter?” Jing Ci wanted to go back, but seeing that Ying Jiao’s state was not right, he subconsciously raised his hand and wiped it: “Is there a lot of blood on my face?”

“Don’t move!” There was a layer of cold sweat on Ying Jiao’s forehead, and his stomach faintly felt nauseated. He closed his eyes and grabbed Jing Ci’s wrist to stop his movement.

“Did you get hurt just now?” Jing Ci didn’t know what was wrong, he only thought that Ying Jiao was injured. He looked back at the direction of the bathroom, a little worried.

After beating that boy, he had been forced to team up with Ying Jiao. Seeing Ying Jiao like this, it is estimated that the injury is not light, and his combat effectiveness is limited.

If the group of people came out now, the two of them would not be able to resist and could only be rubbed against the ground.

At this critical moment, Jing Ci was still calm and unruffled. He pursed his lips, and suddenly pinched Ying Jiao’s arm, and sensibly said: “Hold on, you just have to get away from the bathroom.”

He did not show any mercy in this pinch, and abruptly pulled Ying Jiao out of his dizziness.

Ying Jiao: “…”

Ying Jiao hissed, and subconsciously looked at the painful place: “You are so special…”

Jing Ci’s hand was stained with blood, after touching Ying Jiao arm, he naturally rubbed some blood on it. As soon as Ying Jiao looked down, his eyes were filled with that bloody spot.

Ying Jiao staggered and fell on Jing Ci’s body.

What happened? Jing Ci was at a loss.

Jing Ci carefully recalled the scene just now, then looked at his hand, at Ying Jiao’s blood-stained arm, and at the person pressing on him…

After repeating this several times, he was dumbfounded when he finally came to a conclusion: the school bully of the experimental high school is Ying Jiao accomplishment!

Has…fainted.

No wonder the original book says that Ying Jiao never hits others in the face, and never breaks people’s heads.

With this, countless book fans screamed and cried to give Ying Jiao monkeys, and even gave him the title of “school bully gentleman”. It was not at all because the other person was ruthless, but that all the beating was internal! It’s also not in his demeanor to leave some face when he starts!

It’s because he faints at the sight of blood!

Jing Ci lowered his head, and numbed away from the bathroom, and easily turned over the group of humanoid nuclear bombs. At this time, Ying Jiao was rubbing his face on his chest, like a large harmless pillow.

Jing Ci was silent for a while before accepting this fact.

He pushed Ying Jiao: “Can you get up?”

Ying Jiao didn’t respond.

Jing Ci pushed him again, and said calmly: “If you don’t get up, the ones behind will come up.”

Ying Jiao frowned, but still did not respond.

Just when Jing Ci wanted to pinch him again, Ying Jiao suddenly pressed his hand with difficulty.

Seeing that he was conscious, Jing Ci tentatively asked, “Should I take you to the infirmary?”

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and slowed down for a while, gently grinding his teeth: “Clean up your face.”

Jing Ci said honestly: “I can’t see it.”

Ying Jiao let out a sigh of relief, took off his school uniform jacket, and threw it on Jing Ci’s head.

A minute later, Jing Ci with his face covered in school uniform with only his two eyes exposed, he shrank his right hand to support the cold-faced, semi-paralyzed school tyrant, and staggered forward.

Three minutes later, the two of them were bathing in the hot autumn sun, standing still, like two salted fish waiting to be dried.

The dizziness in Ying Jiao’s mind has not passed yet, so he can only rely on Jing Ci for most of his body’s center of gravity. He closed his eyes and sneered: “So addicted to help, reluctant to leave?”

Jing Ci turned to look at him.

Ying Jiao could feel his sight without opening his eyes, and lazily said: “What’s the matter? Is this brother handsome?”

“It’s very handsome,” Jing Ci replied seriously, paused, and said, “I just wanted to ask you, where is the school infirmary?”

Ying Jiao: “…”

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: “You stayed in the provincial experiment for a year. You were beaten to the school infirmary every once in a while. You stayed in the school infirmary for longer times than in the classroom. Tell me now, why don’t you know how to get to the school infirmary room?”

Jing Ci: “…”

Jing Ci looked fearless: “Tell me, if you don’t tell me, I will throw you here.”

Ying Jiao: “…”

Fuck, why is this little pervert so abnormal today.

Ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at the school infirmary with difficulty.

Ying Jiao’s dizziness is quite serious, but fortunately, he doesn’t need to hang glucose. The school doctor vacated a hospital bed for him, let him lie down for about five minutes, and ordered Jing Ci to pour a cup of hot water to cool it, and feed it to him in five minutes.

After settling down Ying Jiao, Jing Ci took off the school uniform on his head and borrowed some water from the school doctor to wash his hands and face.

The school doctor stood by and watched for a while, and saw that he could not wash the right place. He moved his chair and put a half-length mirror in front of him, took the basin of water and put it on the stool, and said: “Wash in front of the mirror. “

Jing Ci’s hands paused slightly, lowered his eyes and walked to the half-length mirror.

“You kids, don’t study hard every day, just thinking about fighting, you will regret it later.” The school doctor adjusted the direction of his chair while nagging: “When you reach my age, you will understand. I really envy you…”

He pointed to the small scratch on Jing Ci’s cheek, he said: “This time you are lucky, and this injury is minor. Otherwise, if there are scars on such a beautiful face. You will regret it later.”

As the school doctor said, he couldn’t help but glance at him again.

The teenager in the mirror has a fair complexion and delicate features. The eyelashes are long and thick, like two small fans. Because of the downward eye, the shape of the eye is completely outlined by the eyelashes, and the end of the eye is slightly upwards, as if it has its own eyeliner. They looked cold and beautiful when not smiling. When he looked embarrassed with his lips pressed, he looked like a handsome youth again.

Even a mess of shit-yellow hair, can’t hide this outstanding face.

Jing Ci’s body became stiff, and his eyelashes trembling slowly raised his eyes. After a few seconds of mental counseling, he looked at the dusty mirror.

When he saw it, he was shocked, he didn’t even know that the school doctor put some iodine on his face.

This face… he involuntarily stretched out his hand and stroked it. It looked exactly like him before, even the little red mole on his earlobe.

“Scared.” The school doctor shook his head and thought to himself, he was still a child.

“Don’t mess around next time.”

The same name, the same face, what is going on?

Jing Ci digested it for a while, before suppressing the frustration and doubts in his heart, and sincerely thanked the school doctor: “I see, thank you.”

Ying Jiao slowed down at this moment, when he heard Jing Ci’s answer, he opened his eyes in surprise.

When has this little pervert been so polite?

Shouldn’t he be as usual, sullenly saying: Is it something to do with you?

Ying Jiao took a sip of water and cast down his eyes to hide the doubt in his eyes.

“Let me wipe your arm for you.” Jing Ci didn’t want to have more contact with Ying Jiao, but firstly, the blood was rubbed up by himself. Secondly, the Buddha was sent to the west. The first ninety-nine steps were taken, it’s not bad for the last step.

Ying Jiao stretched out his arm upon hearing his words.

Jing Ci’s strength was neither light nor heavy, just right, Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes comfortably, and suddenly smiled.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him, as if asking him what he was laughing at.

“Yes, little brother, this routine is pretty slippery.”

Jing Ci’s face showed doubts.

“When you rubbed the blood on me, did you think about this scene?” Ying Jiao raised his lips: “Let’s interview, after a year of chasing, how does it feel to finally touch your sweetheart’s arm?”

Jing Ci: “…”

Jing Ci tucked his arms back into the quilt with an indifferent expression, stood up far away from him, and did not answer any questions.

“I’m going back.”

He raised his eyes and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was already past three in the afternoon. He has to go out to dye and cut his hair. He doesn’t know how long it will take.

In front of Teacher Liu, he only ensured one thing, but Jing Ci wanted to do more.

Suddenly wearing a novel, no matter how calm and restrained he shows, it doesn’t mean he has no real feeling in his heart.

Jing Ci now urgently needs to do a few questions to calm down.

Apart from mathematics, nothing can give him a sense of security.

Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows: “Go back?”

Jing Ci said, “You can’t be late for self-study.”

Ying Jiao was irritated by him. A man who slept in class every day and turned in blank papers for exams told him that he should honestly go to self-study at night?

Tease him.

“Wait a minute.” Ying Jiao put down the paper cup, took a band-aid from the table, and beckoned Jing Ci to come over.

Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, but walked to his bedside: “Is there anything else?”

“Today’s matter,” Ying Jiao grabbed Jing Ci’s collar and forced him to bend down, slowly put the band-aid on Jing Ci’s mouth, and patted twice: “Let it rot in your heart, understand?”

When he was cold, his long and narrow eyes were dark, and the whole person was enveloped with a breath of extreme danger, like a large beast hunting in the jungle.

Nasty, and cruel.

Jing Ci was not afraid of him.

If he had the ability to beat him, he would dare to show him bloodletting on the spot.

“You speak well, what do you want to do?” Jing Ci tore open the band-aid on his mouth angrily, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t promise you.”

Ying Jiao lightly nodded on the surface of the bed, he really felt that this little pervert was a changed person.

In the past, Jing Ci would hide away as long as he frowned, let alone face him.

“Oh?” Suddenly, Ying Jiao became interested. He sat up, looked at Jing Ci, and said with a smile, “Why should I believe you?”

Jing Ci felt that he was questioning his character, and said coldly, “My mouth is very tight.”

Ying Jiao leaned on the bedside, looking at Jing Ci.

The small abnormal eyelashes are thick and long, and his eye shape is slightly longer, and they look very cold when they are not smiling. But at this time he looked at himself dissatisfied, the water in those dark eyes was shining, and he didn’t know when, he let out coldness inexplicably. It even looked so soft, which made people want to especially want to bully him.

As for his mouth he tried hard to sell…

Ying Jiao’s gaze rolled around on the natural rosy lips, and he suddenly smiled, expressing meaningfully: “How tight is it?”