Jing Ci blushed so much that he was about to bleed, picked up the biology book on the table, and hit Yingjiao without hesitation: "Are you sick?"
Yingjiao easily grabbed his wrist, watched him struggle in his hands, and suppressed a smile: "Yes, do you have medicine? How many days will it take effect? One day? One week? Or one month?"
Jing Ci was so angry that he had already forgotten that this was a self-study class, and he was about to kick him.
"Okay, stop making trouble," Yingjiao clamped his legs with his legs, and chuckled: "Good boy, let's stop making trouble, brother is wrong, brother apologizes to you, don't be angry."
Jing Ci took a deep breath, calmed down for a moment, and looked down at his hand: "Let go."
"Okay," Ying Jiao let him go slowly, afraid that he would really piss him off. Just when he was about to retreat to his position, Jing Ji suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked him hard on the calf.
"Hiss..." Yingjiao gasped in pain, he squatted down and rubbed his calf, and looked at Jing Ci: "So cruel."
Jing Ci ignored him and picked up the pen with a stern face.
Yingjiao looked at his little red face and tried his best to put on a serious look, so he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.
Why is their little classmate so cute? He was so angry that he still didn't forget to help him mark the papers.
At this time, in the science office of the second year of high school, several teachers were arguing endlessly over whether Jing Ci should join the competition class.
Every year, there is a quiz competition for high school students in mathematics, physics, chemistry and information technology.
From the provincial preliminary competition to the provincial semi-finals, then to the national competition, and finally to the international competition, step by step.
Donghai Province's competition results are not very good every year, and it is at the bottom of the country. Basically, only three or two kittens can make it to the national competition.
The provincial experiment has already worked hard to achieve results in the competition, so many teachers have been hired outside.
But in the end, it was not only costly and laborious, but also did not get any good results.
Over time, the school leaders were a little disappointed, and they didn't pay as much attention to the competition as before.
Originally, there were almost 80 students in each subject of the provincial experiment competition class, but now not only has the number dropped to 30, the competition subjects have also changed from five subjects to three in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and information technology and biology are directly banned. up.
Zhao Feng, the head teacher of the second class, is currently leading the math competition class. He rolled up the teaching plan and stood opposite Teacher Liu. While patting the table excitedly, he said, "Of course Jing Ci's grade will be included in the competition class. What are you thinking, old Liu?" ?”
Teacher Liu sat there silently, took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, and did not answer.
Zhao Feng was so anxious that he went around to Teacher Liu and tried to persuade him: "Yes, I know our school's competition results are not good, but with Jing Ci's brain, don't you think it's a waste not to participate in the competition?"
He paused, and said with some expectation: "What if he can get the result in the national competition?"
Teacher Liu raised his eyelids and glanced at him when he heard the words, and said with a sneer, "Don't draw big cakes for me. You haven't said that to Jiang Chong and Zhou Chao? What's the result?"
Zhao Feng's expression turned embarrassing and he was speechless.
Indeed, the shortcomings of the provincial experiment and even Donghai Province in the competition are too serious. Every time they are beaten by other provinces, they have no power to fight back.
"I'll think about it again, think about it again..." Teacher Liu held his head and murmured.
"But..." Zhao Feng was still not reconciled, and wanted to say something more. Zhang Jing who was on the side suddenly said: "The competition is different from the ordinary exam. Jing Ci's test results are good this time, but the competition..."
She laughed and said meaningfully: "Let people who have never studied competitions participate? Teacher Zhao, don't spread the Internet so widely if you are in a hurry."
Since Jing Ci got the first place in the whole grade, Zhang Jing didn't talk much in the office, and occasionally bumped into Teacher Liu head-on, and felt extremely embarrassed.
Who would have thought that the little bastard who didn't study well and fought every day was really a school bully
The face that was slapped some time ago still hurts, now that she finally has a chance to get back in the game, how could Zhang Jing let it go so easily.
Jiang Chong in their class is a seed player in the mathematics competition. Last year, he broke into the provincial semi-finals, although his results were not good. But now I have practiced for another year, and I can always be better than before.
Jing Ci, a person who has never learned competition, how can he compare with Jiang Chong.
Teacher Liu originally didn't want Jing Ci to participate in the competition. After all, if Jing Ci's grades can be maintained, he can choose any major in all domestic universities with his eyes closed.
But if you join the competition class, you will be distracted and your grades will drop, and you will not get a good result in the competition, then the loss outweighs the gain.
Moreover, he was afraid that because of his high grades, the school teachers would expect too much from Jing Ci, which would put him under pressure.
At that time, there will be another rebellious period, and Mr. Liu feels that he really can't bear it.
But hearing what Zhang Jing said, he changed his mind instantly.
What's the matter if you haven't touched the competition before? I haven't studied hard for more than a year. Who would have thought that Jing Ci could be the first in the exam
With his cleverness, if he studies for a year and then competes in the third year of high school, maybe he can really win honor for them by saving the experiment. And taking a step back, even if there is no hope in the national competition, even if you win the first prize in the provincial semi-finals, you can still get extra points in the college entrance examination.
Teacher Liu put the thermos cup in his hand on the table, and said in a deep voice, "I asked Jing Ci to come over and ask."
Zhao Feng urged: "Hurry up!"
It happened that the chemistry teacher was going to take a stroll around Class 7 and Class 8, so Teacher Liu asked him to call Jing Ci over.
A few minutes later, Jing Ji knocked on the door and came in from the outside: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"
"Sit." Teacher Liu dragged the chair beside him, and signaled Jing Ci to sit down and talk: "I have something to tell you." He paused, and under Zhao Feng's staring gaze, he said slowly: " Are you interested in joining the competition class?"
Jing Ci's eyes lit up instantly, and he said without hesitation: "I am participating in the mathematics competition class."
In her previous life, Jing Ci attended a key high school in a prefecture-level city. Although their high school is very good, the teaching staff is still not comparable to that of the provincial experiment. In addition, the education bureau at that time did not allow the school to hold Olympiads, so in Jing Ci's class, there is no competition class at all.
Jing Ci could only find books to read and find problems to do in his spare time. He was once discovered by the head teacher and tried to persuade him for a long time.
There is a sudden opportunity in this life, of course he will not let it go.
Teacher Liu had long discovered that Jing Ci preferred mathematics, and nodded upon hearing the words: "Just think about it yourself. From tomorrow onwards, you will go to the small classroom for evening self-study, and it will be the same on Sundays."
The provincial experiment does not have weekends and weekends. Only the first and second graders have a half-day holiday every Sunday afternoon, and two days at the end of the month.
In the third year of high school, there is only one day off at the end of the month.
One day less class per week, plus no evening self-study, this means that Jing Ci's time has been cut down a lot.
"I see." Jing Ci nodded to express his understanding: "Thank you teacher."
Teacher Liu waved his hand, pointed at Zhao Feng and said, "This is Mr. Zhao, the head teacher of Class Two. He leads the math competition class. If you have any problems with your studies, you can go to him."
Jing Ci greeted Zhao Feng politely: "Mr. Zhao is good."
Zhao Feng smiled at him kindly: "Jing Ci, right, welcome to our math competition class."
Hearing this, Zhang Jing raised her head from the lesson plan and glanced at her mouth in disdain.
Not only her, but other teachers are also not very optimistic about Jing Ci. After all, there are two completely different states of things like Olympiad, whether you have learned it or not.
Although Jing Ji got a frighteningly high score in the test this time, they still had no hope for his performance in the competition.
Zhao Feng knew more about Mathematical Olympiad classes than Teacher Liu, and he liked Jing Ci quite a bit, so he said a little more: "You are a bit late, the provincial preliminary competition starts in less than a month, I said you don't need to Don’t worry, don’t be stressed. When the time comes, you should warm up. What the teacher is really looking forward to is your grades next year.”
Jing Ji was stunned when he heard the words.
In his world, the preliminary round of the knowledge contest for high school students started from May to September, and the specific time was different in each province. But here, the preliminaries were abruptly pushed to December.
"Tomorrow, our competition class will hold a small test, and you will take the test together. It's nothing else, the teacher just wants to see where your starting point is."
"I see." Jing Ci came back to his senses and promised: "I will go to the small classroom on time tomorrow."
After Jing Ci left the office, Zhao Feng sighed subconsciously: "I don't know how many points he can get in the test."
A teacher laughed and said, "Mr. Zhao, you are stunned. This is not an ordinary exam."
Zhang Jing interjected: "After all, it's an Olympiad, and ordinary people can't handle it."
Zhao Feng glanced at her and said nothing.
The other teachers, who were about to say a few words, saw that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, they all shut their mouths, lowered their heads and continued preparing for the lesson.
Jing Ci left the office, and before returning to Class 7, the bell rang for the end of the first evening self-study.
He thought for a while, turned his feet and walked outside. He was running out of black water-based pens and had to go to a small store to buy a box of refills.
As soon as he walked to the corner of the corridor, a hand hugged his neck from behind.
Yingjiao rested his chin on his shoulder and looked at him tiltedly: "Where are you going, little classmate?"
The sleeves of his school uniform jacket were rolled up to the elbows, revealing smooth forearms, with a little youthful thinness. Just like that slanting across Jing Ci's chin, he was strong and domineering.
Jing Ci grabbed his wrist, pushed him away, and continued walking forward with no expression on his face.
"Ignore me?" Ying Jiao followed behind him step by step, chuckling: "What's the matter, do you want me to coax you?"
Jing Ci turned around and glared at him, reluctantly said: "Small shop."
"Coincidentally," Ying Jiao took two long legs, caught up with Jing Ci in two steps, and walked beside him: "I want to go too."
He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice suddenly, leaning into Jing Ji's ear and said, "Do you know what I'm doing at the small shop?"
"shopping."
"buy what?"
Jing Ji glanced at him inexplicably: "How do I know?"
"Shampoo," he lowered his head and said meaningfully, "Just buy yours."
Jing Ji was still too naive, thinking that he had run out of shampoo, so he put aside the hatred of being molested just now, and kindly told him the brand of shampoo he bought yesterday, and finally said: "I checked several websites The reviews are all good.”
What does Yingjiao care about
He looked straight at Jing Ci: "Is this a couple's model? By the way, what brand are your toothpaste and shower gel? Tell me now, we just bought it together."
He paused for a moment, then laughed lowly: "At that time, we both smell the same from the inside to the outside. Hey, tell me, when others smell it, will they think that we sleep together every day?"
The evening self-study for the first session of the Provincial Experiment started at 7:00 and ended at 9:05, followed by a 20-minute break.
In the dimly lit playground, there were noisy students who came out of class to get some air.
Jing Ji's face turned red, he subconsciously looked left and right, and was relieved to see that no one was paying attention to the two of them.
He endured the heat on his face and took a big step to the side, far away from Yingjiao, and didn't want to talk to this person at all.
Yingjiao likes his shy and annoyed appearance. Seeing this, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and he is about to say something, but suddenly there is a discussion in his ear——
One person said: "You said Jing Ci in class seven, is his grade true? Why did he do so well in the exam all of a sudden?"
Another person answered: "Who knows, our subject teachers have been talking about Jing Ci every day during this time, it makes me want to throw up."
He paused for a moment, then turned to the person next to him: "Hey, Jiang Chong, what do you think?"
Jiang Chong was the second in this midterm exam, with a total score of 25 points less than Jing Ci.
When Jing Ci was away, the number one was either his or Zhou Chao's in the second class. The score gap between the two had never been greater than 5 points.
Jiang Chong was silent for a while, and said in an unclear way: "Who knows, but logically speaking, with his grades, he should join the competition class, right? But the teachers haven't moved yet..."
He said this to a person, and he suddenly realized: "Yeah, it seems that the teacher doesn't think much of him. I guess he just got lucky this time. Who knows how many points he will get in the next exam."
Another humane said: "Jiang Chong, fight hard, and get the first place back in the next exam. You see, those people in class 7 are so embarrassing during this period, their tails are going to the sky. The forums are all from their class People are chattering, it's really annoying."
Jiang Chong said to himself: "Small, I made a mistake this time, if I don't make a mistake..."
He smiled: "What is Jing Ci?"
Yingjiao didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it was just a coincidence, because Jing Ji avoided him just now, and the distance between the two of them and the people diagonally in front of them instantly shortened, and they could hear the conversation clearly from beginning to end.
Yingjiao's face gradually turned cold in an instant.
Ever since he was a child, he has heard countless times about other people talking about him and about his family's messy affairs. Yingjiao has always regarded those people as farting, and he doesn't care at all.
But he couldn't bear others' criticism of Jing Ci.
Only he knows how difficult it is for their little classmates.
When encountering such unimaginable things, I can't tell anyone, and I can only bear it silently.
At the beginning, I just liked to bully him, and liked to see that cold face stained with various emotions.
But I don't know when it started, I feel more and more distressed about him.
Seeing him living carefully and earnestly, like a little hamster, changing a little here, changing a little there, trying to build his own life, Yingjiao feels like his heart is about to melt.
He knew that Jing Ji was very smart, and his grades were so good that he couldn't just explain it with hard work.
But after knowing each other for two months, he saw more of Jing Ci's hard work and persistence.
"What are Jingci?"
What kind of
Yingjiao sneered and walked towards those people.
Jing Ci also heard the conversation of those people, he was not angry, but found it a little funny.
Except for the period when he first got used to his identity, this was the first time someone looked down on him in terms of grades.
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, thinking viciously, if he walked over suddenly now, how would the people in front react when they saw him, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ying Jiao's movements.
Seeing that his expression was wrong, Jing Ci was afraid that he would fight with others in the past, so he quickly stopped him.
"It's okay, wait for brother for a while." Yingjiao broke away from him, and stepped in front of those people.
Jiang Chong and the others were walking along the road, and suddenly someone came to block the way, and his face naturally couldn't get better. But when they saw clearly who the person in front of them was, the fire in their hearts was instantly extinguished, and they quickly swallowed the words that came to their lips, wanting to take a detour.
"Are you told to go?" Yingjiao grabbed Jiang Chong by the collar, brought him in front of him, and said coldly, "What did you just say? Come on, repeat it to Dad again."
Jiang Chong's face was pale, and he couldn't speak a word tremblingly.
"What's the matter?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Didn't you just have fun just now? Are you dumb?"
Jiang Chong felt cold all over his body when he saw him, and he broke out in cold sweat: "Jiao, Brother Jiao..."
The other two were also full of fear, as if they wanted to run but didn't dare.
Yingjiao looked down at him, and sneered: "Small pheasant, do you want to be the first in the exam? Get the 25 points first."
"It's great to join the competition class, isn't it?" Yingjiao smiled: "Don't worry, stones won't shine anywhere."
He let go of Jiang Chong's collar, pulled Jing Ci forward two steps, turned his head to Jiang Chong who was still standing there, not daring to move, and said, "Keep working hard, I wish you the second place in the next exam. "
"I'm just too tempered right now," Yingjiao suddenly said with emotion on the way to the small shop, "I couldn't kill that bastard before."
Jing Ji's expression was dazed, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he just came back to his senses when he heard his voice, and looked up at him blankly.
Yingjiao was shocked by his adorable heart, took the opportunity to rub his head hard, and then quickly put down his hands, pretending that nothing happened: "Little classmate, if I wasn't here just now, would you care about this matter?" That's all for it?"
He clicked his tongue: "What would you do without me."
"It's just a few words," Jing Ci lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't care, and the grades are not just spoken."
"Why are you so soft?" Yingjiao grabbed his shoulders and brought him to his side: "How about you holding a broom to attack people?"
Mentioning this matter, Jing Ci pursed his lips in embarrassment: "He didn't hit me on the head."
Yingjiao laughed, he was not stupid, he had to be hit on the head before he got angry.
He was about to take the opportunity to teach Jing Ci a few words, when he heard Jing Ci's faint voice: "Yingjiao."
"Huh? What's the matter?" Yingjiao lowered his head, looked at him with a smile, and waited for his next words.
"I..." Jing Ci's lips moved, and he paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I have already joined the mathematics competition class."
Yingjiao was startled, and then the corners of his lips became more and more raised.
This was the first time that Jing Ci took the initiative to tell himself about him.
Yingjiao is in a good mood, and even looking at the crooked-neck tree by the side of the road, he finds it extremely cute. He tried his best to restrain his urge to hug Jing Ci and rub it, and said with a smile: "Our little classmate is so good, I will treat you to oden to celebrate later."
The weather has turned cold, and it is best to eat a few strings of Kanto cooking at this time.
"No need." Jing Ji shook his head: "Don't waste money."
"I want to eat," Yingjiao took out his mobile phone, called up the payment page, walked into the small shop, turned his head and said to Jing Ci: "You stay with me, you are not allowed to refuse again, that's the deal."
It was the end of get out of class, and there were a lot of students shopping in the small shop. You push me, I step on you, the small space is crowded with people, everyone rushed to the counter desperately, and no one would let anyone else.
But as soon as Yingjiao came in, the students who recognized him all dodged to avoid him, for fear of accidentally offending the school bully and breaking his leg with his head shot.
Yingjiao walked to the front with ease, bought Jing Ci's shampoo and two oden, and brought Jing Ci a box of refills, the whole process took less than three minutes.
"Here." Yingjiao stuffed the pen refill and a portion of Kanto cooking into Jing Ci's hands, and protected him from the crowd: "What are you looking at with your phone, eat quickly, it will get cold later."
Jing Ci put the phone in his pocket, picked up a bamboo stick, and stuffed a steaming beef ball into his mouth.
At the same time, Yingjiao's cell phone buzzed, he took it out and looked, and Jing Ci sent him a WeChat red envelope.
"You..." Yingjiao didn't receive the red envelope, he put down his phone and looked at Jing Ci, helplessly: "You have to see me like this?"
It's been so long, why is it that they are not familiar with it, or they are less molested.
Jing Ci walked towards the teaching building together with him, and said seriously, "I can't always take advantage of you."
Yingjiao was dumbfounded.
Indeed, Jing Ji has always been like this, as long as others treat him a little better, he will always find a chance to pay it back, as if he was afraid of owing someone.
Yingjiao's heart suddenly felt sore as if he had been hit by something.
Yingjiao turned to look at Jingci.
He was eating beef balls, his cheeks bulged into small round buns, his well-shaped lips moved, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.
Their little classmate, who never wants to owe favors, who can feel happy even with a warm beef ball on a cold night, what kind of environment did he grow up in to develop such a character
Yingjiao really wants to know, he wants to know everything about Jingci, but—
He sighed regretfully, with Jing Ci's wariness towards him, it might be very difficult.
Take your time, he has plenty of time anyway.
The next morning, when Jing Ci arrived in the classroom, Ying Jiao, who was rare, also arrived.
He was sitting on the seat, holding a paper bag in his hand, and was clattering out to take things out.
Hearing the movement, Yingjiao raised his head, saw that it was Jing Ci, and immediately smiled: "Coincidentally, I was just about to call you."
Jing Ci pulled out the chair and sat down on the seat, wondering: "What's the matter?"
"Well," Yingjiao took out a handful of chestnuts and put them on his table: "Let's eat, last night He Porridge and the others found the store by skipping class, and I bought it at the opening of the store this morning. The taste is not bad."
Jing Ji thanked him and put the chestnuts in the table hole.
Seeing this, Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "You don't like it?"
"No," Jing Ci opened the pencil case, took out a pen, replaced it with the black refill he bought last night, and opened the Olympiad book on the table: "You can't eat during morning self-study."
Yingjiao was dumbfounded, and said helplessly: "It's okay to eat once in a while, I'll help you look after it, and make sure Lao Liu won't find out."
Jing Ci shook his head, rejected his proposal, and lowered his head to read.
Now that you have decided to participate in the mathematics competition, you must work harder on it. There are people beyond people, and heaven beyond the sky. Although Jing Ci is confident, he is never conceited.
I have bought these books for a while, and Jing Ci has read about a quarter of them. He found the previous progress, took out the bookmark, concentrated and started to study seriously.
After reading a page, he held the pen and was about to draw out the main points on it when a peeled and warm chestnut was suddenly brought to his lips.
Jing Ci raised his eyes subconsciously: "You..."
Yingjiao took the opportunity to stuff the chestnuts into his mouth, with a smile on his face: "Eat it, it's cold now, this thing cools down quickly, it won't taste good after class."
The author has something to say: Then, Qiao Anyan's roles are actually very few, and there is no suspenseful part, you are overthinking it! The aforementioned plot will turn into a big mouthful of sugar later.
This text is really super sweet! ! Especially the second half!