He Porridge looked at him blankly, incredulous: "Brother Jiao, you... don't you think you should be normal?"
Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "I'm normal, I even go to the movies with Jing Ci on Sunday."
"By the way, do you know the name of the movie? "Like You", chosen by Jing Ci."
He Congee: "..."
He Porridge perfunctory: "Okay, okay, congratulations on going to the movie."
He turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Old Peng, will the cigarette go away after the toilet is smoked?"
Peng Chengcheng nodded and followed behind him. Although there was no expression on his face, there was a hint of fleeing in his footsteps.
Only Zheng Que is an honest person, looking at He Porridge and Peng Chengcheng who are about to leave the door, and looking at Ying Jiao sitting on the seat, he politely invites in a humanitarian spirit: "Brother Jiao, go smoke a cigarette? "
Yingjiao glanced sideways at Jing Ci, who was walking this way with a water glass, and frowned: "Who smoked with you after the event? What are you talking about, what should I do if Jing Ci misunderstands me?"
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped himself on the mouth, then walked out with dull eyes.
Jing Ji was taken aback by him, and stood there staring at the door in a daze: "What's wrong with him?"
"It's crazy that you didn't pass the exam," Yingjiao said casually, and waved at Jingci: "What are you doing standing there, you haven't come back yet."
Jing Ci came back to his senses, put the water glass on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down.
Yingjiao still hasn't digested the excitement in his heart, just about to lie to Jing Ci and say that he likes you, when Jing Ci suddenly turned his head.
"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao smiled at him, and made a concave shape: "Look, what are you doing?"
"Your paper," Jing Ji stretched out a hand, and said calmly, "Bring it to me."
Yingjiao: "..."
The school bully classmate who had always been indifferent to life and death, suddenly discovered something at this moment: he was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that Jing Ci would reach out to him for papers after the exam.
This day's evening self-study, because of the exam, the competition class was suspended.
After Jing Ci accepted Yingjiao's paper, he remembered the question Zhou Chao asked him during the day, looked up at the time, and saw that there were still ten minutes before class, so he went to class two and asked Zhou Chao to be called out.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Zhou Chao was still at a loss when he saw Jing Ci, not knowing why Jing Ci asked him to come out.
Jing Ci was seldom talkative, and his personality was a bit cold. Zhou Chao usually took the initiative when the two of them got along. This was the first time Jing Ci took the initiative to find him.
Zhou Chao suddenly became nervous, thinking that some uncontrollable event had happened, and he was thinking wildly, when he heard Jing Ci say: "I will tell you about the question during the day."
"You, did you come here specially for this matter?"
"En." Jing Ci nodded and said calmly, "I promised to tell you."
What he promised today will never be left until tomorrow, otherwise he will always worry about being unreliable.
Zhou Chao was silent for a moment, then moved his nose, turned his head and ran into the classroom: "Wait, I'll take out the exercise book right away!"
Because of Zhou Chao’s good grades and smart mind, when Mr. Zhao gave him lectures, he would subconsciously omit relatively simple steps, which caused Zhou Chao to sometimes fail to understand even after listening to his explanations.
Jing Ci is different. No matter who he is giving a lecture to, he will take it step by step carefully and never skip a step. Even if a simple formula is used, he will mark it.
At the end of the hearing, Zhou Chao suddenly became enlightened, nodded vigorously holding the exercise book, and said sincerely: "I understand, thank you, Jing Ci."
"It's okay." Five or six minutes had passed, Jing Ci returned the pen to Zhou Chao: "Then I'll go back."
"Wait! Wait for me! Don't leave!" Zhou Chao quickly left a word and rushed into the classroom.
Jing Ji thought he still had questions to ask, so he hesitated for a while, but still waited where he was.
In less than a minute, Zhou Chao came out. Panting, he stuffed a box of duck wings into Jing Ci's hands: "For you to eat, my mother marinated it and sent it over today. It's very delicious. It's just that I got points in the class, so there's not much left."
Jing Ji was stunned, and immediately declined: "I don't want it, I'm leaving if it's okay."
"Aren't you friends anymore, so polite." Zhou Chao calmed down and waved his hand: "Take it away, I'll bring it for you next time."
After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Jing Ci would refuse again, so he walked into the classroom directly.
Jing Ci held the small box of duck wings, looked down for a while in silence, and then turned back to Class Seven.
"Go to the small shop?" Yingjiao asked with raised eyebrows when he saw the things in his hand.
"No," Jing Ci shook his head, and put the duck wings on the table: "Zhou Chao gave them, do you want to eat?"
He turned his head and saw that Li Zhou and He Porridge were not in their seats, so he had to give up his plan to invite them.
Yingjiao's heart immediately rang an alarm bell: "He did it for no reason, why did he give you duck wings?"
"I gave him a lecture."
Yingjiao snorted and laughed: "Talking about the topic? What kind of reason is this? If you don't have anything to do, you can either rape or steal."
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci looked up at him, and said seriously: "Don't say that about others."
Yingjiao's heart was on fire, but when he heard the word "others", the flame went out with a puff.
He reached out and took a duck wing, nodded emphatically: "Well, don't talk about others."
Zhou Chao is not exaggerating, his mother's marinated duck wings are really delicious. As soon as Yingjiao opened the box, the delicious smell immediately spread throughout the classroom.
Several people who were familiar with Jing Ci immediately gathered around, rubbing their hands and touching their mouths, salivating.
Jing Ci generously pushed the box over and invited them to eat.
Yingjiao watched coldly from the side, seeing that the last duck wing was about to be taken away, and Jing Ci hadn't tasted any, so he immediately knocked off Wu Weicheng's hand: "Leave one for Jing Ci."
Wu Weicheng retracted his hand embarrassingly, and licked his fingertips: "It's so delicious, I'm so confused."
Yingjiao glanced at him, said nothing, picked up the last duck wing and stuffed it into Jing Ci's mouth: "Eat quickly."
Stupid, I don't even know that I will take a bite first.
Braised duck wings are more delicious when eaten cold. The unique salty aroma of braised duck instantly exploded on the tip of the tongue. Jing Ci took out a paper towel, folded it into a square shape, and held the end of the duck wing in his hand.
It's really delicious.
Especially Zhou Chao's mother sent it here specially.
Jing Ji bit off the last bite of meat cherishingly, feeling a little envious.
After eating duck wings, Jing Ji tidied up the table and was about to read Yingjiao's test paper when the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated several times suddenly.
Jing Ci's cell phone is usually silent and does not turn on vibration. Because of today's exam, he knew that he would hand in the paper in advance, and agreed to help Li Zhou cook, so he turned on the vibration. If Li Zhou can't find him in the cafeteria, he can still call him.
Jing Ci took out his phone and clicked on it, unexpectedly found that it was Jing Miao's message—
[Jing Miao]: The clothes my dad bought for me? looks good? [picture]
[Jing Miao]: For our dinner tonight, the ribs were specially bought by Dad for me to grow up. [picture]
[Jing Miao]: Do you know why Dad didn't let you come back at the end of last month? Because I have an exam, he is afraid that you will disturb me, poof.
[Jing Miao]: You see, Dad only recognizes me as a son, and doesn't want you at all.
Jing Miao lay on the desk in her room, looking at the messages that were sent successfully, feeling malicious in her heart.
He knows what Jing Ci cares about best.
Since childhood, he has competed with Jing Ci for everything, and the most successful thing is to grab Jing's father's attention, gradually turning Jing Ci into a marginal person in the family.
He and Jing Ci are only three years apart. Ever since he could remember, his mother has been telling him that he must never lose to Jing Ci and must be his father's most beloved son.
He has done the same for ten years.
Father Jing's preference gave him a lot of preferential treatment at home. The food must be the best, and there was a conflict with Jing Ci. The person his father scolded and even beat must be Jing Ci.
Jing Miao originally thought that his life would go on like this forever, with good grades and love from his parents. However, when he saw Jing Ci's results, he panicked.
He didn't have time to think about why Jing Ci got better overnight, but he knew that Jing Ci must not be allowed to continue like this, let alone Jing's father know Jing Ci's achievements.
Otherwise, he was very afraid that Father Jing would pour his love for him on Jing Ci.
After Jing Miao returned home, she secretly browsed the forum of the provincial experimental high school, and learned that Jing Ci had two days of exams today and tomorrow.
He knew that Jing Ci lacked love and hoped that his parents would treat him better, so he deliberately came up with such an idea to stimulate him.
Better let him fail the exam.
Jing Miao thought viciously, and sent another message to Jing Ci—
[Jing Miao: Your mother doesn't want you, and your father doesn't like you either. You are so pitiful.]
As soon as a message was sent, the door of Jing Miao's room was suddenly pushed open, and Father Jing walked in: "Have you finished your homework?"
"Hurry up!" Jing Miao hid her phone under the exercise book with a guilty conscience, picked up a pen and scribbled, pretending to study.
Father Jing frowned, looked around on his desk, then nodded and left.
Jing Ci indifferently looked at the messages that came in one after another. After a while, he moved his fingers slightly, and directly deleted Jing Miao as a friend.
Seeing that Jing's father didn't notice anything unusual, Jing Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to make persistent efforts to post a few more messages, but unexpectedly, the message could no longer be sent, and Jing Ci deleted him.
"Damn it." Jing Miao cursed in a low voice, then angrily deleted Jing Ci from the dialog box on the left, and started to do homework.
In the living room, Father Jing looked at the phone absently, and said to Zhao Jinfeng who was eating fruit next to him, "I think something is wrong with Miaomiao."
"What's wrong?" Zhao Jinfeng became nervous all of a sudden because it was about her son. She put down the fork in her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
"When I entered his room just now, I found that he was secretly chatting on his mobile phone." Father Jing frowned and said, "When he saw me passing by, he quickly hid his mobile phone. Do you think there is a problem?"
"I said don't buy him a mobile phone at the beginning, but you still want to buy it." Zhao Jinfeng complained in a low voice: "As a result, what if it is a puppy love?"
Father Jing thought for a while: "Do you know the password of his mobile phone? Tonight, wait for him to sleep and take the mobile phone over to have a look."
"Of course I know my son." Zhao Jinfeng replied triumphantly, and agreed: "Okay, but I'll say my ugly words first, Lao Jing. If you find something at that time, you have to deal with it carefully, and you can't let those outside The naughty little girl led us Miaomiao badly."
Father Jing nodded: "Don't worry."
Jing Miao was hiding something in her heart. She was jealous of Jing Ci's grades and worried that Jing's father would find out about it. Her mind was muddled. After finishing my homework in a daze, I went straight to bed without previewing what I was going to learn tomorrow as usual.
He is at the age when his body is growing rapidly, and even if he is thinking about it, he sleeps very well. After falling asleep, you may not be able to wake up with thunder in your ears, let alone Father Jing sneaking into the room.
After getting the phone, Father Jing went back to the living room, opened Jing Miao's phone according to the password provided by Zhao Jinfeng, checked WeChat first, and found nothing unusual.
He thought about it, started with background programs, and clicked into Jing Miao's recently used apps one by one.
Finally, in the browser, I found that Jing Miao had browsed many posts today.
Father Jing clicked in from the last record and read it slowly.
[Ahhh, the boss is really amazing. During the exam today, Zhou Chao asked him an Olympiad question. After thinking for a minute, the boss immediately found a way to solve the problem, which scared Zhou Chao.]
[To be honest, I really think he is not at the same level as us.]
[Now I believe that sentence: Some people get full marks in the test because the test only has full marks.]
[I'm now thinking, what would happen to him now if Jingshen didn't hide his strength in the first year of high school, but instead participated in the normal exams and competitions.]
Father Jing's frown gradually loosened. He looked at Zhao Jinfeng, smiled and said, "It's a false alarm, it's nothing serious. Miaomiao was watching the forum of the Provincial Experimental High School, probably stimulated by a classmate with good grades. "
"That's good, that's good." Zhao Jinfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of what he raised.
Father Jing was about to close the browser when he accidentally slid his finger up, and a reply was immediately revealed——
[I really admire Jing Ci, he is too good, and I look forward to his results in this competition.]
Father Jing paused, Jing Ci
Zhao Jinfeng urged him from the side: "What's the matter? Put the phone back quickly, or Miaomiao will get angry when he finds out that we peeped at his phone."
"Wait a minute." Father Jing replied vaguely, and continued to look down.
"It's grinding." Zhao Jinfeng rolled his eyes at him, ignored him, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Father Jing pursed his lower lip. The person mentioned in the post is called Jing Ci
It's the same name.
How could that incompetent thing in my own family get such good grades in the exam
He was really bewildered.
Father Jing laughed at himself, and slid up indiscriminately.
However, when his eyes fell on the photo below, he froze immediately—
[I took a sneak shot of a big guy going to the cafeteria to eat, ah ah a cold face can't hide the aura of Xueshen ah ah ah licking the screen! [picture]]
[Hey, so envious of the people in class 7, is it too late to transfer now?]
Father Jing's hands trembled so badly that he even rubbed his eyes childishly, constantly wondering if he was wrong.
However, when he opened his eyes again, the face of the young boy in the photo was still very familiar to him.
Nose like him, eyes and mouth like that woman.
The god of learning that the provincial experimental students said and the object of admiration of the whole school was his incompetent eldest son, Jing Ci, who was incapable of doing anything, and could eat whatever he wanted.