Strictly speaking, this is Jing Ci's first visit to the cinema.
The position chosen by Yingjiao is in the middle of the third row, and the view is very good.
Because the movie theater is near the high school, most of the people who come here are students, and there are no parents with children. Everyone sits quietly and watches the movie.
The movie is not bad. Ignoring some unrealistic plots and the wrong math problem on the blackboard, I can see another kind of high school life that is completely different from my own. It is quite interesting.
One-third of the progress has passed, and the plot conflict has become more and more obvious. Jing Ci took a sip of the milk tea and waited intently for the next plot.
He didn't put the milk tea back, but held it in his hands to warm his hands.
Yingjiao didn't know why he was always forbidden to drink Coke, but Jing Ji himself didn't care, he had no preference for drinks, it didn't matter what kind of drink he drank, Yingjiao said whatever he wanted.
Jing Ci swallowed the pearls in his mouth, and took another sip.
On the big screen, the plot has developed to the point where the head-giving cannon fodder is used to provoke the hero.
As the male protagonist, of course, the colder the expression, the better, and the less talk the cooler. After the cannon fodder yelled a lot, he seemed to be annoyed by his body language, bent down and picked up a brick from the ground, and aimed it at the male lead's head all at once.
In an instant, blood and scalp flew together. Half of the big screen was covered with the male protagonist's bloody face.
Blood? !
Jing Ci was startled, and subconsciously wanted to see Yingjiao.
But before he could turn his head, he was thrown into his arms.
Yingjiao closed his eyes tightly, sweating all over his head, and was already in a semi-conscious state.
"Yingjiao?" Jing Ci called him in a low voice, but Yingjiao didn't respond at all.
Jing Ci looked around, the two of them were sitting in the middle, there were people on both sides, Yingjiao was still unconscious, it was impossible to get out, so he had to find a way to wake him up.
It was the first time that Yingjiao was dizzy, and Jing Ci abruptly pinched him awake with his hands.
But this time, Jing Ji tried several times, but couldn't do it. I had no choice but to stick the milk tea cup that was still warm to his face, push him with my hands, and whisper his name in his ear.
Yingjiao's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't seem to faint completely. Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, put the milk tea aside, and held his cold hands tightly to cover them. Afraid of disturbing others watching the movie, he tried to stick to Yingjiao as close as possible and kept calling him.
"It's okay..." After more than a minute, Yingjiao finally regained some consciousness. He gritted his teeth, restrained the uncontrollable trembling of his body, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"Can you do it now?" The light in the movie theater was very dark, Jing Ci couldn't see his face clearly, and felt a little worried. Discuss with him in a low voice: "Let's not watch it, let's go out?"
Yingjiao remained silent.
Just when Jing Ci was about to ask him again, Yingjiao's weak but persistent voice sounded in his ear: "Who do you say can't do it?"
He gasped for a few moments, and then added: "Just kidding, one hundred and eighty minutes is absolutely fine."
Jing Ci: "..."
Seeing that he still had the energy to think about these messy things, Jing Ci was not so worried. He didn't answer, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you wait for me here, and I'll go out and get you some hot water?"
The last time Yingjiao was dizzy and went to the school doctor's office, the school doctor made him drink hot water.
Yingjiao is much better now, compared to the last time he faced Jing Ci's blood, the impact of the artificial blood on the screen was only for a moment for him.
"No need." He moved a bit, trying to straighten up, only to find that his hand was being held by Jing Ci.
Jing Ci's hand was a little smaller than his, even if he stretched his fingers as far as possible, he couldn't completely wrap his hand.
Yingjiao raised the corners of his lips slightly, pretending to be sick: "Isn't your milk tea hot? Give me a sip."
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment: "I drank it all."
"It's okay." Yingjiao still closed his eyes: "We have both kissed each other before, do you still care about that?"
Others were still watching the movie, Jing Ji didn't want to argue with him. After hesitating for a few seconds, he wanted to swap his straw with his, but Yingjiao snatched the milk tea as soon as he got it.
He seems to have recovered a lot, and even his hands have strength. Without waiting for Jing Ci to stop him, he bit the straw, looked into Jing Ci's eyes and took a long gulp.
Jing Ci's cheeks became hot, and he immediately turned his head away from looking at him.
In the end, the two insisted on watching the movie. As for whether they watched it or not, they don't know.
When they walked out of the cinema, the atmosphere was a little bit awkward, neither of them spoke first.
Yingjiao kept thinking in his heart how to save himself.
Who the hell would have thought that there would be a scene of shooting bricks in a youth romance movie
When you are in love, you are in love. What are you doing with these messy shots? !
It's just so unsocial.
Between the director and the film reviewer, there must be something wrong with one of them!
No, he had to find a way to make Jing Ji forget about it.
Jing Ci was walking beside Yingjiao, thinking in his heart that Yingjiao seemed to be very concerned about the haemorrhage.
When we met for the first time, I asked him to write a letter of guarantee just for this, so am I going to pretend nothing happened
But after all, I just watched the movie, so what should I start with if I don't talk about the movie
Why don't you talk about the exam
The two turned to look at each other at the same time.
Yingjiao: "You..."
Jing Ci: "You..."
Yingjiao coughed: "Then what, do you believe me when I said I just took a nap?"
Jing Ci: "..."
The corners of Jing Ci's lips curved uncontrollably, he lowered his head and suppressed a smile: "I believe."
"Why do I think you don't believe it?" Yingjiao gritted his teeth, raised his chin, and stared into his eyes: "What are you laughing at?"
Jing Ci was already working hard to hold back his laughter, but when he asked him this, he couldn't hold it back, and let out a burst of laughter.
"I'm sorry," he smiled while avoiding Yingjiao's hand, recalling the scene when he just crossed over, and teased rarely: "Do you need me to write you another letter of guarantee?"
Jing Ci's personality is relatively light, and it is rare for him to laugh wantonly like this moment. A pair of black eyes were shining, full of smiles.
Yingjiao looked at him, his heart softened into a ball, and he just felt that it didn't matter what face or bloodsickness.
He stretched out his hand and pinched Jing Ci's face, and said in a low voice, "This time, I don't want a guarantee letter, I want another kind of book."
Jing Ci was puzzled: "What?"
"Little classmate," Yingjiao laughed, his eyes firmly fixed on his face, as if joking and serious: "Would you give me a love letter?"
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly became uncomfortable. He pushed Yingjiao away, raised his foot and walked forward.
Looking at his hurried back, Yingjiao calmed down a bit, secretly warned himself not to be impatient, and quickened his pace to catch up.
"What are you running for?"
"... I didn't run."
"Get in the car," Yingjiao went to the side to pick up the bicycle, and patted the back seat of the car: "Brother will take you to dinner, how about grilled fish with lemon?"
Jing Ci looked down at him, and quickly jumped onto the back seat of the car: "I can do anything."
Yingjiao turned his head slightly and asked him, "Have you sat down yet?"
"All right."
Yingjiao raised the leg that was on the ground, stepped on the pedal hard, and rode all the way forward.
The wind poured into his large school uniform, forming a bulging arc at the back, driving the top to climb up slightly, revealing a black sweater around his waist.
Seeing this, Jing Ci quietly tugged his school uniform down to squeeze out the wind before letting go.
After the monthly exam, the students in the provincial experiment relaxed for a while. Jing Ci was completely opposite to them, because the provincial preliminary competition of the National Mathematical League started.
The day before the competition, Teacher Zhao did not ask them to do any more questions, but carefully explained to them the things that need to be paid attention to before the exam—
"Although many of you here have participated in the mathematics league, you should not rely on this to pay attention to the lectures, otherwise if something goes wrong, a year's hard work will be in vain."
Teacher Zhao took a sip of water, glanced down the stage slowly, and continued: "Gather in front of the second teaching building at 5:30 tomorrow morning, don't be late! Our math competition class is lined up at the pillar on the far right in front of the building , everyone has to wear a school uniform."
"I've told you about the competition time before, and I'll emphasize it again. It will be held at Donghai University, and the exam will start at 8 o'clock. The first test is from 8:00 to 9:20, and the second test is from 9:40 to 12:10. .”
Having said that, he took a focused look at Jing Ci: "No matter what the situation is, you are not allowed to hand in the papers in advance, did you hear me?"
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ji followed the other students in response: "I heard it."
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense." Teacher Zhao was about to make a concluding remark, when he suddenly seemed to remember something, and said, "Wait, there is one more thing that I almost forgot to say."
"Tomorrow you all get up early, and the cafeteria will not be open at that time. It doesn't matter, the school manages the breakfast, and it will be delivered to you after you get together and board the bus."
Teacher Zhao thought for a while, this time there was really nothing to tell them, so with a wave of his hand, he let them go.
"I'll wait for you at the corridor on the third floor tomorrow morning, what time will you come out?" Zhou Chao asked Jing Ci after walking out of the classroom.
Jing Ci thought for a while: "Around ten past five."
Zhou Chao clapped his hands: "Me too, we agreed to meet at 5:10."
Jing Ci nodded: "OK."
"See you tomorrow morning."
"meet tomorrow."
After returning to the classroom, Jing Ci did not read the book and do the quiz as usual, but took out a transparent file bag and began to organize the stationery to be brought tomorrow.
Yingjiao put down his pen and asked him, "What time will you gather tomorrow morning?"
"5:30," Jing Ci put an eraser in the file bag, looked up and said, "in front of the second teaching building." After thinking about it, he added: "The school still manages breakfast."
Yingjiao looked at him as if he had picked up a treasure, and laughed: "So happy, do you want to bring your mobile phone tomorrow?"
Jing Ji was also thinking about this question, but he didn't answer immediately after hearing the words.
"Take it with you," Yingjiao brought his document bag over, and even though he knew that Jing Ci would not make a mistake, he checked it for him the same way: "In case I need to ask you when the time comes, don't forget it before the exam." Just put it in your schoolbag."
"Okay." Jing Ci nodded: "Then I will take it with me."
He thought for a while, and told Yingjiao: "There is enough time for self-study and lunch break tomorrow morning. You finish that set of physics papers. You made a lot of physics mistakes in this exam. I will check when I come back."
"Don't worry," Yingjiao pulled up the file bag and returned it to him, chuckling: "I have to complete the task you assigned, even if I don't go to the bathroom after class."
Jing Ci put the document bag into his schoolbag and ignored him, but the corners of his lips curled up slowly.
The next day, Jing Ji got up just before dawn, and after lightly washing up, he went to meet Zhou Chao at the entrance of the corridor. While talking, the two came to the front of the second teaching building.
When they arrived, there were already many people standing in front of the building. The bus hired by the Provincial Experiment was parked nearby, and the engine hummed loudly.
"I don't know why everyone can get here," Zhou Chao complained, rubbing his stomach, "I'm a little hungry, and so are our school teachers. Only when everyone comes can they give out breakfast."
Jing Ci looked at the time, it was still ten minutes to half past five, and comforted him, "It should be soon, we will gather soon."
Zhou Chao sighed: "I hope."
Jing Ci was about to say something, but suddenly he was patted on the shoulder, and he turned his head, stunned.
"You... why are you here?"
"Come on," Yingjiao didn't answer him, and pulled him to a sheltered place behind the pillar, and took out a thermos lunch box and a thermos cup from his schoolbag: "Don't eat the things that the school sends, it's not good, I'll bring you some gone."
He opened the insulated lunch box, revealing the steaming steamed buns inside: "Eat it, my aunt at home made it, it's very clean. There are two kinds of stuffing, one is chicken with mushrooms, and the other is fresh pork with shepherd's purse."
Jing Ci looked up at him fixedly, and asked in a low voice, "You, did you come here to bring me breakfast on purpose?"
"Not at all," Yingjiao smiled. Seeing that he was not moving, he simply reached out and held a steamed bun to his mouth: "Open your mouth, what are you looking at me for? How can I not be there when you participate in the competition for the first time?"
"Thank you." Jing Ci felt warm in his heart. He bit the steamed bun and looked at Zhou Chao over there guiltily. For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to share the breakfast that Yingjiao brought with others.
Yingjiao looked closely at his expression, saw that he had eaten several in a row, and reckoned it was quite to his taste, so he was relieved, unscrewed the thermos cup and handed it over: "Drink some soy milk."
Jing Ci nodded, took a sip from the cup.
The aunt of Yingjiao's family is really good at cooking. The steamed buns are fresh, salty and delicious, and the soy milk is also thick and mellow. Jing Ji wanted to take another sip, but was stopped by Yingjiao.
"Don't drink too much, just moisten your mouth." Yingjiao chuckled, leaned into his ear and whispered: "To save you from going to the bathroom during the exam."
Thinking of Jing Ci's habit of not leaving things behind, he said again: "Don't worry, I'll drink what's left and I won't throw it away."
How can I let him eat his leftovers
Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, and he wanted him to save the soy milk and drink it when he came back from the exam. As a result, before he could speak, Teacher Zhao raised the loudspeaker and shouted: "The roll call will start, starting with the mathematics competition class. Zhou Chao! Jiang Chong..."
"Go." Yingjiao took the lunch box in his hand, stuffed it into his schoolbag, reached out and hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "Little classmate, cheer for the competition, I wish you all wishes come true, Hitting the ground running."
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, became stiff for a few seconds, and then gradually relaxed. He quickly hugged him back, thanked him, and turned to go to the queue.
When getting on the bus, Jing Ci glanced back, Yingjiao was still standing there.
He carried his schoolbag in one hand and leaned lazily against the pillar. Because the sky was still dark, Jing Ci couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could see that his face was facing his direction.
Jing Ci's heart beat suddenly and violently. He boarded the bus a few steps, stood at the highest point of the car door, and waved to Yingjiao.
Yingjiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and raised his right hand.
The bus drove out of the school slowly, Yingjiao walked into the classroom and began to do physics papers seriously, and Jing Ci officially started his road to competition.
The author has something to say: save Brother Jiao, 180 minutes is his last insistence.