Yingjiao embraced Jing Ci, looked down at the little hair on his head, with a smile in his eyes: "It's been a while since I haven't seen you, I can't help it, tsk tsk."
Jing Ci ran slightly out of breath: "I didn't mean it, I didn't see clearly just now." He stretched out his hand and was about to push Yingjiao away.
However, he just ran so fast that he was so limp that he couldn't exert any strength at all. After pushing twice, Yingjiao still stood there motionless.
"Oh—" Yingjiao dragged out a long voice, and said meaningfully: "You confess to me every day, follow me, fight for me, there are so many people on the playground, and you just throw yourself into my arms, but I know, You didn't mean it, it was just a coincidence."
Jing Ji's cheeks were slightly warmed by what he said, and he tried to explain: "I'm sorry, don't get me wrong, I really didn't."
He paused, fearing that Li Zhou would wait too long, so he pushed Yingjiao again: "Let go first, and I will apologize to you when I get back. Li Zhou is still waiting for me in the cafeteria."
The more anxious he was, the more Yingjiao didn't let go, and even grabbed his waist even harder, directly pulling him into his arms.
"I hugged you first?" Yingjiao watched him thumping in his arms, somehow, just wanted to bully him: "Can't you do it, little classmate, if you take advantage of it, the villain will sue first."
The weather was hot, and it happened to be noon, and the two vigorous boys hugged each other for so long, and Jing Ci broke out in a fine sweat after a while.
The heat and the inability to talk to Yingjiao made Jing Ci feel angry. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and tried to persuade Yingjiao: "I really want to eat, can you let me go?"
"If you say something nice, I'll let you go." Yingjiao's harsh voice came from above his head.
Jing Ci lowered his eyelids, already on the verge of an explosion: "Let go."
"No one won't let you go." Yingjiao lazily said, "How can I let you go if you don't talk?"
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the fabric on Yingjiao's back. Before he could react, he pushed his knee up hard—
"Fuck." Yingjiao gasped in pain, his expression changed.
He bowed his body slightly, looked down at Jing Ci: "You..."
Jing Ci endured him for a long time, he looked at Ying Jiao coldly, and said lightly, "What's wrong with me?"
He knew that he had completely offended Yingjiao today, so he planned to go to the small shop to buy a pencil sharpener after dinner later. If Yingjiao came to beat him, he would bleed him.
Jing Ci straightened out his messed up school uniform, his slightly narrow eyes were full of provocation.
He pursed his lips slightly, his stubborn little appearance was surprisingly cute.
Yingjiao cursed in his heart, and he didn't know where to throw his anger in an instant.
"You..." He tried his best to ignore the pain under his body and looked at Jing Ci.
Jing Ci looked up at him.
Yingjiao chuckled: "I found it so accurately, did I stare at it for a long time?"
Jing Ci's face flushed red.
He gave Yingjiao a hard look, cursed, "I'm sick!", turned around and ran away.
Yingjiao pursed his lips, reminiscing about his little annoyed expression just now, and felt that the pain had eased a lot.
Yingjiao is quite well-known in the provincial experiment, and at this time the playground is full of people, and he and Jing Ci are flirting, which has attracted a lot of attention. Yingjiao watched Jing Ci run away, and glanced around blankly, his gaze disappeared instantly.
He carried the thermos bucket up the path, walked to a place where no one was around, and finally couldn't help hissing.
Fuck, it really hurts, this little pervert is really ruthless.
"Why are you here so late?" Jing Ji ran into Li Zhou at the door as soon as he entered the cafeteria.
He dragged Jing Ci to the dining area: "I made you a meal, fried mushrooms and mapo tofu, four taels of rice, okay?"
"Okay, it's all my favorite food." Jing Ji thanked Li Zhou, and sat down at the dinner table: "How much? I'll give it to you."
"No, no, no," Li Zhou waved his hand, not paying attention to the six yuan: "Next time, you can buy it for me."
"That's good." Jing Ji wrote it down seriously, and promised meticulously: "I will continue to bring you breakfast tomorrow."
Li Zhou was amused by him, and felt that Jing Ci's character was getting better and better, grinning and said: "Then I will entrust you with my breakfast in the future."
Jing Ci nodded: "It's on me."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then lowered their heads to eat.
The lunch break for the provincial experiment was one hour, and it took Jing Ci only 20 minutes to eat. The classroom was noisy and he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply took out the math "May 3" and continued to study the questions.
In the eyes of the students in class seven, his hard-working appearance can be called incredible.
He Porridge bumped Peng Chengcheng with his elbow, pointed at Jing Ci, and said quietly: "Old Peng, you said that he has been doing questions crazily since yesterday. I don't understand whether he really knows it or not." Write blindly?"
Peng Chengcheng glanced at Jing Ci's back expressionlessly, and came to a conclusion without thinking: "Writing nonsense."
"But..." He Porridge struggled: "How do I think his writing is logical..."
He stood up: "No... I'm so curious, I'm going to try him."
Yingjiao frowned, and was about to kick him back, but for some reason, he withdrew his foot again, and followed He Porridge closely.
"Jing Ci," He Porridge walked over to Jing Ci with an exercise book, and opened a page at random: "Please tell me a question."
"Which question?" Jing Ci has always been serious about his studies. He put down the pen in his hand, glanced at the question He Porridge was referring to, and had an idea almost instantly.
Li Zhou was not in the seat, Jing Ci stepped aside, motioned He Porridge to sit in his seat, picked up the draft paper and began to explain to him: "This question is actually very simple, just memorize the formula..."
He quickly wrote several function formulas on the paper, pointed them out to He Porridge one by one, and wrote down the calculation steps in detail: "So C is the correct answer, do you understand?"
From the moment he opened his mouth, He Porridge was stunned.
He was so surprised that he didn't hear what Jing Ci was saying at all.
Jing Ci can really do it! Isn't he a scumbag like himself? ! Why do scumbags still have such a seemingly advanced question? !
"Didn't understand?" Jing Ci changed a blank draft paper and said patiently: "It's okay, I'll explain it to you again."
Jing Ci's thinking is very clear, and he speaks in detail, listing all the knowledge involved in this question one by one. After repeating it three times in a row, He Porridge finally understood it.
Holding the exercise book in his hand, he returned to his seat in a trance, his eyes were staring, and his soul flew away.
"How? He really knows it?" There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and Jing Ci's voice was not loud. Even if Zheng Que pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear what the two of them said.
He poked He Congee: "Speak up! What's wrong with you?"
He Porridge turned his neck with a click, his eyes were blurred: "Odds change and even don't change, symbols look at quadrants."
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que looked at him in horror, pinched his shoulder and shook violently: "Old He! Old He! What's wrong with you?! Be more sober?!"
"Don't shake it, don't shake it." He Porridge patted his hand away, wiped his face, with a complicated expression: "You don't know, just now..." He pointed at Jing Ci, and said quietly: "He just glanced at it, You will know the answer, just take a look, Old Zheng! Do you understand how I feel?"
"Fuck!" Zheng Que couldn't hold back and swears: "He really knows it?"
"Not only will," He Porridge's eyes were vicissitudes, revealing a taste of doubting life: "Do you know Lao Zheng? When he reads the question and then looks up at me, I always feel that he is saying to me with his mind: There are still people who can't understand such a simple question."
Zheng Que still felt that this was not true: "Maybe it's just a coincidence?"
He dug out an exercise book from the hole in the table like a kennel, found a parabola problem that looked very difficult, and couldn't help but said: "I'll ask it too."
Without waiting for He Porridge to stop him, he quickly ran to Jing Ci's seat, "Jing Ci, can you understand this question?"
Jing Ci was new here, so he didn't know that Zheng Que was someone who didn't even know how many textbooks there were in mathematics. He took the exercise book and said seriously: "I'll read it first."
This question is much more complicated than what He Porridge asked before, and it is a hurdle that is difficult for most high schools to overcome. But for Jing Ci, it was a piece of cake.
He calculated on the draft paper, and immediately came up with the solution and answer, and raised his eyes to signal Zheng Que to look over: "This question looks complicated, but it is not difficult if you find the right method."
He quickly drew a parabola and marked the coordinates: "Look at the first little question first, find the coordinates of Pn, let's find the information given in the question..."
As he spoke, he wrote the steps on the paper, and quickly calculated the answer.
The questions He Porridge asked were simple, and he still listened to some lectures, so he could understand. Zheng Que is different, let alone understand, he can't even understand the title.
He watched Jing Ji numbly and figured out the answers to the three small questions in one go. Before Jing Ji could ask him if he understood, he grabbed the draft paper and turned out the answers at the back of the workbook, which were a little bit right.
All right, no difference from the standard answer.
He dragged his legs and returned to his position dully.
"Will he know it? I'll just say he will do it?" He Porridge kept pushing Zheng Que as if he had discovered some new continent: "Did you do it right?"
Zheng Que nodded blankly: "That's right. And I didn't think about it for a long time! Doesn't Lao Liu, the monitor who ranks first in the general exam in our class, often say that he can't solve the big questions later?"
"Oh my god!" He Porridge covered his chest, his eyes widened: "You mean... Jing Ci is better at studying than the monitor?!"
This incident was so miraculous that Peng Chengcheng, who has never talked much, couldn't help participating in the topic: "This shouldn't be, when did he become so powerful?"
He Porridge was surprised: "Could it be that he was..."
Yingjiao kicked He Porridge's stool, and sneered coldly: "What are you talking about, doesn't he always hand in blank papers in exams?"
Zheng Que nodded: "That's right, but I always feel that something is wrong with him these days..."
"What's wrong?" Yingjiao lowered his eyes, and said in a very natural panic: "I heard from Lao Liu that his parents have remarried and both have children..."
He sneered: "It's not surprising that I do something stupid in order to attract the attention of my parents."
When he said this, he immediately misled the train of thought of several people.
He Porridge slammed the table down: "That's right! That's the reason! No wonder!"
He suddenly realized: "No wonder he always handed in blank papers in the exams, and Lao Liu would not change it no matter what. Feelings are the king of others in order to pretend to be bronze."
The relationship between Zheng Que and his parents was not very good. Hearing this, he was suddenly enlightened: "I heard that his grades in the high school entrance examination were particularly bad, and his father spent a lot of money sending him to the provincial experiment. Hahahaha, if his father Knowing that he is pretending to be a scumbag, can't you die of anger?!"
"So much money is wasted! Emma, it's a pity that I don't have that strength, otherwise I would do the same thing! Xueba is Xueba, and such a bad move can be thought of!"
Peng Chengcheng shook his head: "It's a loss, it's too high."
"Didn't they stop pretending now?" He Porridge temporarily acted as Jingci's spokesperson: "To be honest, I still think it's quite touching."
The three of them chatted together, with a little admiration for Jing Ci on their faces.
Yingjiao saw that they didn't think about anything else, stopped participating in the topic, and lay down to catch up on sleep.