After the news of the exam was confirmed, the only few students in Class 7 who were more serious about their studies began to get nervous.
Especially Chen Miaomiao and Wu Weicheng, who were not good at math, ran to Jing Ci after class. You ask one question, I ask one question, it almost becomes the unique scenery of Class Seven.
"Jing Ci, I still have a math problem that I can't do," Chen Miaomiao looked at Jing Ci with some embarrassment, and said cautiously: "Do you have time to tell me now?"
Fearing that he would be annoyed, he quickly added another sentence: "This time, there is only one question."
"Yes, what's the question?" Jing Ci put down the Mathematical Olympiad book in his hand, and looked at her: "Let me have a look."
Upon hearing this, Chen Miaomiao quickly spread out the pages of the book, pointed to the lower right corner and said, "That's it!"
Jing Ci glanced at it, and saw that it was a big question about conic curves, and there were two small questions in total.
The first small question is to find the eccentricity of the ellipse, and the second small question is to assume a condition and find the elliptic equation.
"It's not difficult to understand this question," Jing Ci picked up the pen, wrote out the conditions given in the question on the draft paper, and said: "Let's first set the coordinates of point Q as Q(x0, 0), from this we can see..."
He slowed down his speech and deduced step by step. Worried that Chen Miaomiao would not understand, he wrote down the steps in as much detail as possible. Although his voice was cold and calm, and his face was expressionless, it made people feel his meticulousness and patience.
Chen Miaomiao's gaze involuntarily moved from the draft paper to Jing Ci's face.
Jing Ci's facial features are three-dimensional and well-defined. From her angle, she can see his thick and slender eyelashes, which occasionally blink, as if they are on the tip of someone's heart.
Even knowing that Jing Ci might not like girls, Chen Miaomiao couldn't help her heart beat faster.
He is good at studying and handsome, he is really a god!
"Do you understand?" Jing Ji raised his head and asked her after finishing a small question.
"Ah... ah?" Chen Miaomiao blushed, and guiltily looked away from Jing Ci: "I-I still don't understand."
Jing Ci thought he was speaking too fast, and was thinking about how to go into more detail, when Chen Miaomiao suddenly approached him and asked in a low voice, "Jing Ci, what type of person do you like?"
Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, and then changed the subject without a trace: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I'll tell you again, this question may be involved in the exam."
"Ah! Okay." Hearing that he might pass the exam, Chen Miaomiao immediately put away his thoughts of gossip and began to listen carefully.
Five minutes later, Chen Miaomiao held the workbook, looked at Jing Ci with bright eyes, and said in admiration, "You are so amazing! I understand everything!"
"It's nothing." Jing Ci smiled at her, pointing to the draft paper on the table: "Do you want to take this back? You can take it out and have a look when you need it."
"Of course!" Chen Miaomiao snatched the draft paper, as if grabbing some treasure: "Thank you, big brother!"
"It's okay, you can ask me if you don't understand in the future." Jing Ci said, and lowered his head again to continue reading.
Chen Miaomiao was moved to tears, why is Jing Ci so nice!
She couldn't help but think of the question she asked just now, hesitated for a moment, and asked again boldly: "Jing Ci, what type do you like?"
"Let me help you draw a few more similar questions." Jing Ci paused for a moment, without looking up: "When the time comes, you can do it to deepen your memory."
"Wow, good good! Thank you!" Chen Miaomiao put her question behind her in an instant, nodded in surprise, and wanted to say something more, when the class bell rang.
She had no choice but to return to her seat with the exercise book and draft paper in her arms.
From the beginning to the end, Jing Ci didn't answer her question.
Yingjiao seemed to be doing a problem at the side, but actually listened to the conversation between the two people completely. He turned his head and glanced at Chen Miaomiao, and slowly curled his lips.
Jing Ci seems to have a good temper and is patient with everyone. But in reality, this attitude is limited to learning.
As for her privacy, Jing Ci strictly protected her, not to mention one Chen Miaomiao, even if ten of them came to ask, Jing Ci would not answer.
Yingjiao snorted and asked Jing Ci before the teacher came: "Yueweixuan's ice powder is good, do you like it?"
Jing Ci has no dislikes for food. At most, it can be divided into special likes and general likes. Hearing this, he nodded: "I like it."
Yingjiao got the answer, and turned around to continue working on the question with satisfaction.
Sure enough, Jing Ci treats himself differently from others.
Otherwise, he also asked about his likes, and he only answered his own.
The days flew by and soon it was Friday.
Class 7 has confirmed that a total of 21 people will go to the dinner party. Because the notice is a bit late, many people have already made arrangements in advance.
After eating at noon, Jing Ci hesitated for a while, and went to the toilet with his mobile phone behind his back, and called Father Jing.
Father Jing seemed to be taking a nap. After being woken up, his voice sounded very impatient: "What's the matter?"
Jing Ci said lightly: "I have a class dinner at night, and I may not go back."
Father Jing snorted coldly: "Dinner? That's fine, don't make excuses, I don't know what virtue you have?"
Jing Ci took a deep breath: "It's really..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Father Jing: "I don't care what you do when you go out, and I can't control you..."
Jing's father's cynicism was transmitted to Jing Ci's ears through the phone's microphone: "You can do whatever you like, and I will transfer the living expenses to you next month. It's the same sentence, don't ask me for more money."
He paused for a moment and complained: "How can you be so ignorant to make a phone call at noon? You've been tired all day, so you finally have a lunch break! So what... don't come back when you're late, so you don't have to get up Open the door for you..."
Jing Ci hung up the phone expressionlessly.
He put the phone back in his pocket, stared at the wall for a while, and then left the toilet without any abnormality.
On the way back, Jing Ji ran into Li Zhou who was coming back from the small shop.
Li Zhou threw him a pack of spicy strips and asked him, "Where did you go? The toilet?"
Jing Ji hummed, and walked and chatted with him back to the classroom, with no trace of unhappiness on his face.
In the afternoon, the people from Class 7 who were going to have dinner couldn't sit still. It looks like there are worms growing under the buttocks, and it moves every few minutes, wishing the teacher would announce that school is over immediately.
When the bell rang for the fourth class, and as soon as Teacher Liu had finished talking about the precautions, someone rushed out impatiently.
"Don't worry, clean up slowly." Yingjiao sat on the chair without moving, looked at Jing Ci and said: "The box has been booked, and it will take 20 minutes for the food to be served. They went early and just sat."
Jing Ji thought about it too, and the movements of his hands suddenly slowed down.
He Porridge and the others didn't leave either, they deliberately took a few books and put them in their schoolbags, so that they could go home and pretend to show them to their parents, then followed Yingjiao and Jing Ci out of the school.
After arriving at the box, several people consciously gave up their seats beside Yingjiao.
Jing Ci looked around and saw no other vacant seats, so he had to sit next to Yingjiao.
They were all growing up, and the group of people was already starving, not to mention the fresh smell of cooking was lingering in the box. However, it was not time to serve the food, so I had to order an ice powder to satisfy my hunger.
Although it was cold outside, the air conditioner was turned on in the box, and the warm air was blowing warmly. A few hot boys even took off their coats as soon as they entered the door. There is nothing better than eating a bowl of ice powder at this time.
The ice powder of Yueweixuan is the signature. In the small white porcelain bowl printed with blue flowers, more than half of the bowl is filled with shiny and trembling ice powder, and a thick layer of chopped nuts and raisins is sprinkled on top. The amount of brown sugar is just right, neither too sweet nor too mellow.
"Are you used to eating?" Yingjiao always paid attention to Jing Ci's expression from the corner of his eye, and seeing that there was nothing showing on his face, he couldn't help but tilt his head to ask.
Jing Ci nodded: "It's delicious."
Yingjiao glanced at his bowl.
There is not much in a bowl of ice powder, and it is almost finished after a few bites. At this moment, there was nothing left in Jing Ci's bowl.
He put down the spoon and asked Jing Ci: "Can I order you another bowl?"
"No need," Jing Ci shook his head, took a sip of sugar water, "That's enough, save your stomach for dinner."
While the two were talking, the dishes were served one after another.
They all order classic Sichuan dishes, which are spicy and spicy, especially for rice.
Among the twenty-one people, there are only three girls, and the rest are all boys. Those with big appetites can swallow a cow. In the middle of the meal, several dishes were added, and just like that, after everyone put down their chopsticks, there was nothing left on the table.
Wu Weicheng wiped his sweat with a paper towel, and patted his stomach and sighed: "This is so cool!"
He Porridge rubbed his red nose and sneezed: "Let's go, let's catch up to the next game."
"Let's go!" Zheng Que put down the chopsticks, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and rushed out first.
A group of people went to ktv in a mighty way.
He Porridge reported his mobile phone number at the front desk, and after the waiter confirmed their reservation, he took them to a large box inside.
This ktv has just opened, and the equipment in the box is all new. The volume of the microphone is loud, and the karaoke machine is full of recently popular songs.
Peng Chengcheng cherishes words so much that he doesn't even want to sing. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the karaoke machine and sat there to help order songs.
Jing Ci didn't go grabbing wheat with the others, he found a sofa and sat down, and put his schoolbag on the stage behind. Yingjiao sat next to him. He Porridge and Zheng Que looked at each other, and also sat down.
A group of people had been in the school for nearly a month, and now they finally had a chance to release their instincts. Before the waiter went out, he took the microphone and started howling.
I don't know if their singing is too scary, but the waiter walked out quickly after confirming that they didn't need any more. Before a song was sung, fruit platters, snacks and drinks were delivered one after another.
Yingjiao looked at the cokes on the coffee table, stretched out his hand to call the waiter, and whispered something to him. Not long after, the waiter came in with a bottle of soy milk.
Under the watchful eyes of He Porridge and others, Yingjiao used a bottle opener to pry open the lid of the soy milk bottle, inserted the straw in, and placed it in front of Jing Ci very naturally: "You drink this."
Jing Ci looked at the Coke in front of the others, wondering: "Huh?"
Yingjiao opened the tab of the can, chuckled, "Coke kills sperm."
Holding a Coke in one hand, he leaned lazily on the sofa, smiled, and said shamelessly: "Of course, I'm different, I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jing Ci gagged his mouth with a piece of watermelon.
Jing Ci held the soy milk expressionlessly, drank it with a straw in his mouth, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Yingjiao smiled and bit off the tip of the watermelon, not forgetting to take advantage of it: "It's so sweet."
He Porridge, who was next to him, gave him a disdainful glance, and moved to the other side, pretending that he didn't know this person.
There were only two Mikes in the box, and the others were idle and bored, so they went to the front desk to get a beer bottle, and played Truth or Dare.
Wu Weicheng held the wine bottle high, as if swearing an oath, standing in front of him and commanding loudly: "Sit down, don't leave the space between the two of you! Yes, just move!"
When everyone was seated, he smiled and said, "Then I'll start!"
As he spoke, he put the beer bottle on the tea table, rubbed his hands together, took two breaths into his palms, stretched out his hands and turned them vigorously—
The beer bottle rolled twice, and the mouth of the bottle finally stopped in front of Zheng Que.
"Fuck, are you so unlucky?" Zheng Que scolded in a low voice: "I choose the big adventure!"
Wu Weicheng smirked: "Are you sure?"
"A real man." Zheng Que gave him a look: "The words that are spoken are the water that is poured out."
"Then..." Wu Weicheng rolled his eyes and looked at He Porridge next to him. Because there were girls there, he simply appointed someone: "You, go and rub He Porridge's ass."
He Congee was eating watermelon, when he heard this, he paused: "Damn it! What's none of my business?"
Wu Weicheng dismissed the blame very naturally: "There is no way, who made Zheng Que choose the big adventure."
"Knead it." Zheng Que had a lively personality and played happily, pushing He Congee: "Old He, if you are a brother, get up."
He Porridge is also a man with no limit, seeing that the eyes of all the people in the room are focused on him. Put the watermelon on the coffee table, stood up, and said to Zheng Que: "Get up as soon as you get up, you Brother He is someone who can't afford it?!"
Zheng Que immediately reached out and touched it, and gave back to the public while touching it: "It feels good!"
He Porridge gave him a sideways look, and suddenly smiled, twisting the orchid and pointing: "Master, come back when you feel better!"
Everyone in the room roared with laughter.
Zheng Que got goosebumps all over his body, and quickly sat a little far away from him, almost asking for a bottle of mineral water to wash his hands.
There was a good start with the two of them, and then, a group of people played more and more wildly, asking for anything, Jing Ci, who had never participated in this kind of activity, was taken aback for a while.
He couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, fortunately, he was lucky and never got caught.
However, some flags cannot be set too early.
The next time, when the mouth of the wine bottle slowly stopped in front of him, Jing Ci's eyes froze.
"I..." In view of the previous experience, he said firmly: "I choose the truth."
Jing Ci is not as shameless as the others, and Wu Weicheng is his brainless fan, so he takes special care of him. He didn't ask any radical questions, but only picked one that wasn't too extreme: "Is your first kiss still there?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes unnaturally, paused for a few seconds, and nodded stiffly: "Yes."
"Okay! Forget it!" Wu Weicheng grabbed a handful of cashew nuts, and while chewing, he was gearing up: "The next round has begun! It's all good!"
"Fucking Old Wu!" A boy next to him punched him, "Can you fucking swallow what's in your mouth before talking?! Sprayed all over my face!"
Wu Weicheng looked at him, and smiled: "Sprinkle some holy things for you to improve your luck, what's the matter, you're not happy!"
The boy was trembling with disgust, and gave him a bad mouthful.
Several people are used to making troubles, and Wu Weicheng doesn't care. With force in his right hand, he turned the wine bottle violently.
This time, the mouth of the wine bottle was aimed at Yingjiao.
Yingjiao put down the Coke in his hand and lazily said, "I choose Big Adventure."
In normal times, no one would dare to let Yingjiao do this or that, but now a group of people are so high that they can't even distinguish between southeast and north, so they don't care about school bullies.
After playing for so long, this is the first time it's Yingjiao's turn.
A few people were making trouble secretly, and Zhao Yingjiao made a big move: "Brother Jiao, kiss the person next to you!"
He Porridge looked around, and immediately ran to the corner farthest from Yingjiao at a speed that was not commensurate with his figure.
Therefore, Yingjiao's right side became an empty seat, and the left side was Jing Ci.
Jing Ci was drinking soy milk quietly, but he never expected that the fire would burn himself. Hearing this request, I looked around and almost choked on a mouthful of soy milk.
The corners of Yingjiao's lips are slightly raised, it's not his fault, he didn't want to do anything at first, but God is helping him.
The Chosen One is probably the one he was talking about.
The boys in the box were still whistling and booing—
"Kiss one kiss one kiss!"
"Quick! Brother Jiao, come on!"
"Hurry up! Not kissing is not a man!"
"Applause for Brother Jiao! Come on, Brother Jiao!"
Yingjiao chuckled, turned around and put his hand on Jing Ci's shoulder.
Jing Ji tightly held the soy milk bottle in his hand, expressionless on his face, actually panicked in his heart.
His ears were flushed, and the moment Yingjiao touched him, his cheeks burned up.
In normal times, he would have pushed away Yingjiao long ago, but now he is playing a game, no matter how exaggerated the request before, no one refused...
He kept building himself up, they were all boys, what's wrong with a kiss? Zheng Que touched He Porridge's ass just now, it's a trivial matter...
But no, as long as he thinks of Ying Jiao kissing him, his whole body will burn up.
Jing Ji's mind went blank, and he didn't even know when Ying Jiao was on top of him.
He was already sitting in the far corner of the sofa, with no one on the left. Yingjiao is tall, and his upper body is completely blocked by the posture of being trapped under him. Even Zheng Que, who was closest to them, couldn't see what the two of them were doing.
Jing Ci was short of breath and his heart was pounding. He was so panicked that he subconsciously reached out to push Yingjiao.
Yingjiao grabbed his wrist, and when Jing Ci was about to continue struggling, he hissed at him: "Don't move."
A godsend opportunity.
This was Yingjiao's first reaction when he heard the request.
At this moment, he took the opportunity to say goodbye, no one could find fault with him. Yingjiao's heart itched so badly that he couldn't hold back anymore. But when he saw Jing Ci's eyes wide open, looking at him in panic and bewilderment, his heart suddenly softened.
Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, and he tried his best to put on a calm look, looking at Yingjiao: "You...you..."
"It's okay," Yingjiao sighed in his heart: "Brother has a way, hiss... Be obedient, don't move."
Jing Ji looked at him hesitantly.
Yingjiao's eyes were soft, and in a corner where no one was looking, he stretched out two fingers to touch his lips, then slowly pressed them to Jing Ci's lips, and rubbed them gently.
Under Jing Ji's dazed gaze, he turned over, raised his eyebrows and said to the others: "It's all trivial."
Everyone in the box thought that he really kissed Jing Ci, and applauded excitedly: "Niubi, Niubi! Brother Jiao, Niubi!"
The game continued to the next round, and those scorching gazes instantly shifted to other places.
Jing Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief, his throat was a little dry, and he was about to take a sip of soy milk, when Yingjiao suddenly turned his head and clung to his ear, his voice was low and hoarse: "Let this time go you, but..."
He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Next time someone asks you if your first kiss was there, remember to say no."
He paused, then chuckled: "Give it to me."