[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

On the next Monday, Yang Jing was sent back to school after breakfast. The university was not strict enough, and when he arrived at the school just in time for the second class, he punched in the door, which was a short break.

Even if Yang Jing couldn't understand those chemical formulas, at least in order to get a diploma, he didn't dare to skip classes at will.

The reason why the original "Yang Jing" enrolled in the chemistry major was that he still wanted to be close to his father and be valued, so that he could enter the Academy of Sciences in the future. Now Yang Jing would not enter the Academy of Sciences even if he was killed, but he still needs a diploma.

The boring days are not too slow. Four days passed in a flash. In the morning, Yang Jing thought about going to the banquet today, but after that, Zhang Qi was silent, and he was still wondering if he didn’t plan to take him there again. up.

After class at noon, the students were devastated all morning. They couldn't help but let out sighs of relief one after another. They walked out in groups, and a few people talked about interesting things in a small circle. direction.

After leaving the main building, there was a black suspension vehicle parked in front of the flower bed not far away. It was as solid as a small tank, with tough lines and a wild shape. A girl said "so handsome" in an excited voice, while some boys said enviously, "It's Snog—Qingyan, who do you think it would be?"

Yang Jing followed the sound and looked over. Under the sun, the black metal surface was shining brightly, and the appearance was quite domineering. Even a man couldn't help but like it when he saw it, and he wanted to drive it himself.Yang Jing felt sour in his heart, pretending to be calm and looking away like most students, with a relaxed and indifferent expression on his face.

The car suddenly honked its horn, and it was deep and deep. Yang Jing thought to himself that the owner of the car saw the person he wanted to pick up and honked the horn to signal.

The people around also understood the meaning, and couldn't help but look around, walking more slowly, wanting to see who the person who was going to pick up was.

The horn rang several times in a row, but no one came over. Yang Jing was irritable and thought, Dudu, you are paralyzed.

Suddenly, the people around exploded again, chattering louder, and vaguely heard someone shout excitedly, "It's the commander of the Nightmare Army."

There was a string in Yang Jing's head that was tense, and when he turned his head, he saw a tall man in a black military uniform appearing beside the car, with a resolute outline and an expressionless face. who is it.

Before he could react, Zhang Qi had already said in a low voice, "Yang Jing."

In a certain way, Yang Jing was well-known in the school, and many of them recognized him. After hearing the voice, they suddenly looked for Yang Jing in the crowd. Those who were close to him quickly looked over. Other people who didn't know Yang Jing followed everyone's line of sight, looked over, and then backed away involuntarily.

Yang Jing closed his eyes, weeping silently in his heart, and opened them again, the people next to him subconsciously made way for him, the clean floor was like a white carpet, spreading towards Zhang Qi.

Walking over under the gaze of everyone, even Yang Jing was shameless and couldn't resist the needle-pricking stare on his back. He walked up to Zhang Qi and looked up at him: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Qi frowned, but couldn't hear any emotion, "Today's banquet, don't you remember?"

Yang Jing naturally didn't forget, looking at Zhang Qina's face, even he couldn't help frowning, "I didn't forget, isn't it night?"

Zhang Qi said lightly: "It's a bit far away, you should start early after changing your clothes."

Yang Jing unconsciously looked at the car, only then remembered that Snog-Qingyan only issued thirteen cars in the world, one for each commander of the Thirteenth Army, if he had thought about it earlier, he would have guessed that it was Zhang Qi who arrived.

After the two were silent for a moment, Zhang Qiwu turned around and got into the car. Instead of closing the door immediately, he raised his eyebrows to signal that Yang Jing would also come up.

Yang Jing looked back subconsciously, and saw that most of the other people hadn't dispersed yet, all of them had gossip expressions on their faces, and their eyes swept this way unabashedly.The vanity in Yang Jing's heart was a little inflated, and at the same time, it was a little subtle. He has always been a loner, and Zhang Qi's appearance made him feel that there is someone who can talk to him in Guangming Star, but this inexplicable emotion is only for a moment. He remembered that he and Zhang Qi were just a "fake couple", so his vanity quickly took over the high ground, and he walked to the passenger seat in poverty, opened the car door and got in.

Zhang Qi is obviously no stranger to the Federal School. He drove to the dormitory area by familiar roads. Without asking Yang Jing, he automatically came to the No. [-] dormitory building, parked the car aside, dragged a large box from behind, and walked habitually. Walking away, and then found that Yang Jing didn't follow, he couldn't help but stop and turn to look at him.

Yang Jing laughed strangely twice, stepped to keep up, walked into the elevator with Zhang Qi one after the other, went upstairs and returned to the room.

Zhang Qi put the box aside and kicked it lightly, "This is the clothes for this banquet, you go take a shower, come out and change your clothes before we go."

It was the first time for Yang Jing to hear him say such a long sentence in one breath. Zhang Qi’s usual voice was indifferent, with a hint of condescension and disdain to talk to others. Now that he had said such a long sentence, this feeling faded a bit. Yang Jing Jing found that his voice was slow and deep, which was extraordinarily sexy.

Thinking this way in his mind, he didn't move slowly. He went straight into the bathroom, took off his clothes and took a shower. Men are not so meticulous, let alone wash every day, and it will be done in less than a quarter of an hour.

He went directly to the bathroom after returning to the house this time, and he didn't take a change of clothes, and it was impossible to put on the ones he took off just now. After Yang Jing wiped his body, he was about to tie the bath towel around his waist when he suddenly remembered the facial paralyzed man sitting outside the door. , intentionally teasing him, hooked the corners of his lips, squeezed out a smirk, threw the damp towel aside with a swipe, slammed the door open, and walked out swaggeringly.

Zhang Qi was sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed, and his fingers tapped his knees. He heard the movement, and subconsciously turned his head to look. Then he saw the naked Yang Jing appearing at the door, smiling strangely.

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In Yang Jing's eyes, Zhang Qi was still so calm, without any shock that he expected, and sat on the sofa motionless.

Yang Jing was not reconciled, and took a few steps forward. His pale skin was slightly pink after being steamed by the hot water. Because he had not exercised for a long time, his body had no muscles, his lines were soft, and his straight legs were dangling. Jing didn't know which string was wrong, and suddenly thought of a sentence, and almost said it with a smile, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Although Zhang Qi didn't react too much, but the two got closer, Yang Jing saw his eyelids and the corners of his mouth twitching at the same time, he was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Go and put on the underwear, come out and change clothes."

Instead, it was Yang Jing who had goosebumps all over his body because of what he said. He stroked his arm, muttered and walked into the bedroom, and took out a pair of underwear from the closet to put on.

Within a minute or two, after he came out, Zhang Qi nudged the box on the ground with his chin, "There are clothes inside, take it out and wear it yourself."

Yang Jing took out the clothes from the box. It was a suit for the banquet, but it was not the old-fashioned black or gray, but a champagne casual suit. The shirt inside was the same color but brighter, shining with dull pearl. , the touch is soft and comfortable, one by one, Yang Jing was a little resistant to the suit at first, but when he really put it on, he found that he was not at all restrained. He raised his hand and tried to move it, and the sleeves naturally stretched up Stretching, the activities of the shoulders are not affected, and there is no sense of restraint.

After putting on his suit, he took out a dark coffee-colored silk tie, hung it around his neck, and stopped with his hands.

Zhang Qi kept looking at him with his arms folded, and when he saw this, he suddenly said, "Tie a four-in-hand knot."

Yang Jing thought that he didn't understand, but he not only understood, but unconsciously moved his hands, and quickly tied an impeccable four-in-hand knot, hanging it obediently under the narrow collar of the shirt.

Stretching his feet into the shoes, it was so comfortable that people couldn't help but sigh, he took two steps, as light as if he didn't wear shoes.

After that, I sorted out some details, such as hair, cuffs, hem, shoelaces, etc., as the original Yang Jing, as the son of Yang's eldest son, he naturally learned some etiquette.

After finishing it, Yang Jing couldn't wait to go to the mirror, and took a picture before and after. He found that after finishing, he still looked like a normal person. He also keeps a straight face and doesn't speak. He can definitely pretend to be a social elite, but it's a pity that when he smiles, his face shows incongruity.

The clothes are good everywhere, but he is still not used to wearing a tie, as if his throat was stuck, and he struggled to breathe. He tugged on the perfect tie he just tied, and the neckline loosened. Jing is used to this, and he feels that he is destined not to be a social elite.

Zhang Qi stood up from the sofa, staring at Yang Jing's back with deep eyes, he suddenly said, "Go on."

Yang Jing raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw Zhang Qi raised his hand, something flew over, he subconsciously reached out to catch it, and a small black box landed in his palm impartially, Yang Jing knew what was inside when he saw the box, But he still opened it and asked, "What is this?"

"Wedding ring." Zhang Qi couldn't hear any emotion in his voice.

Sure enough, under the black velvet cloth stood a ring with a wide ring surface, and a rectangular black diamond was embedded in the middle.

It was only then that Yang Jing noticed that Zhang Qi had the same one on his left ring finger. He had to wear a full set when he acted as the other party, and he didn't think too much about it. There was no pressure in his heart, and he directly put it on his hand. The size was just right.

After Zhang Qi saw that he was taking it, he gave a compliment, then walked to the door first, and pushed the door open without looking back, "Let's go."