At 7:10, the provincial experimental bus arrived at Tunghai University.
At 7:30, Jing Ci put the schoolbag in the bus according to Teacher Zhao's instructions, and walked into the examination room with only the necessary tools for the exam.
At eight o'clock, the National Mathematics League Qualifiers officially started.
After getting the test paper, Jing Ci first filled in the necessary school name, and browsed the paper from beginning to end according to the habit, and had a general understanding of the difficulty of the test in his mind.
The full score of the first test is 120 points. Generally speaking, the difficulty is only slightly higher than that of the college entrance examination. But Jing Ci was not very lucky, and found a number theory problem while answering the question.
The number theory question can be said to be a stumbling block in the first test. Many contestants will give up when they see number theory and leave time for other questions.
Compared to the woebegone faces of other contestants in the examination room, Jing Ci was quite calm. Number theory is also difficult for him, but it is not insurmountable.
He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, picked up a pen and began to answer the questions. As long as enough time is allowed, he feels that he can solve this problem completely.
The time for the mathematics competition is very tight. Although the amount of questions does not seem to be large, it takes a lot of time because the questions are difficult.
Jing Ci had found a lot of competition papers before, and he already knew how long each question should take. He took his time doing the fill-in-the-blanks, skipped the number theory, and worked on the other solution problems first.
In the first test, Jing Ci answered very smoothly, and he wrote the answer perfectly for the last number theory.
But in the qualifiers, the most critical thing is not the first test, but the second test with a total score of 180 points.
Although there are many scores in the second test, there are actually only four questions.
Each one is a real problem, without enough strength, it is completely impossible to expect great luck to get one right.
Teacher Zhao had already told them before coming here. The scores for each question in the second test are very high, so as long as the problem-solving steps involved are correct, they will be given points, and they are required to write down the problem-solving process completely.
Jing Ci kept this sentence in mind, thought for a while, picked up the pen and was about to do calculations on the straw paper, when suddenly his temples ached without warning.
This feeling is too familiar, and when I get familiar with Jing Ci, I immediately understand that this is a malicious target from the protagonist in the book.
But before, it was obvious that it only hurt when he saw Qiao Anyan, why did it become like this now
The thought that Jing Ci had just thought of disappeared in an instant, his fingertips trembled, he closed his eyes, and tried his best to calm himself down.
This little pain is nothing, and it is not uncommon to have more pain. When he was a child, he was secretly pricked and kicked by the amiable vice president. He also insisted on surviving in the orphanage, and became the pride of the orphanage.
There was nothing he couldn't get through.
In the short eighteen years of his life, Jing Ci has experienced abandonment, violence, ridicule, and many darkness that normal people have never experienced, so that he understood a truth from a very young age——
Your eyes will deceive you, your ears will deceive you. Your experience will deceive you, your imagination will deceive you, but mathematics will not.
For so many years, Jing Ci has studied hard and tried his best to change his own destiny. This belief has not changed even in another world.
Mathematics is his closest companion.
Give him hope, give him confidence, give him a bright future, comfort him and accompany him when he is depressed and flustered.
All the emotions he can't tell can be vented by mathematics.
No one can mess with his math exam, not even the protagonist of the world.
Jing Ci exhaled slowly, enduring the piercing headache, and started reading the question again.
He doesn't know how to solve this kind of pertinence for the time being, but on the day of the results, other people's concern can relieve his headache, but it gave him a way to think.
As long as he keeps going to high places and gain more people's approval, will Qiao Anyan's restraint on him become invalid one day
Jing Ci struggled to draw a three-dimensional geometric pattern on the paper, calmed down and continued to think.
As his mind gradually concentrated, the headache affected him less and less, and in the end, it was even negligible.
At the same time, in the classroom of Class 11, Qiao Anyan looked at the mobile game interface in disbelief, and murmured, "What's going on here?"
The face of his tablemate was also full of shock: "Why are you so unlucky today? Obviously, you can get prizes every time before, but this time we both spent so much gold, but we didn't get anything?! What the hell!"
"Who knows." Qiao Anyan frowned impatiently.
After rebirth, he felt more and more uncomfortable.
It's okay if the golden finger fails now and then, and now even the good luck that comes with it is gone.
Annoyed, he threw the phone into the hole in the table, and fell down with a gloomy face.
What went wrong
And in places invisible to the naked eye, Qiao Anyan's luck, which he forcibly plundered from others in his previous life in order to reverse his life, is disappearing little by little.
In Tunghai University, just as Jing Ci wrote down the last number on the answer sheet, the handing bell rang.
The two invigilators immediately stood up, told them to stop answering the questions with serious faces, and collected the papers as quickly as possible.
Jing Ci packed up his things, followed the crowd out of the classroom, and came to the gathering place for the provincial experiment.
Zhou Chao had already arrived one step ahead of him, and he was full of frustration, and the first thing he said was: "It's over, I'm over! The questions are too difficult, I don't think I can even pass the preliminary round!"
"No." Jing Ji comforted him: "I also find it difficult, so don't think too much about it."
"I hope." Zhou Chao sighed, and while walking on the bus, he said, "My mother vaccinated me in advance, saying that this is the last time she will let me participate in the competition."
"Huh?" Jing Ci didn't quite understand.
"In the third year of high school, she asked me to focus on the textbooks." Zhou Chao found a seat and sat down, then turned his head and said, "I'm afraid that the competition will delay my college entrance examination."
Indeed, if you fail to achieve results after participating in two competitions, it is better to give up taking the college entrance examination.
Jing Ji couldn't persuade him anything this time, so he could only remain silent.
Fortunately, Zhou Chao just wanted to complain. He glanced at Teacher Zhao, who was surrounded by several students, and whispered in Jing Ci's ear, "I'm afraid that Teacher Zhao will come and ask me how I did in the exam. , I'll pretend to be asleep first, don't call me."
Jing Ci smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Jing Ci was also a little tired, it took all his energy to fight against the will of the world just now. At this moment, I suddenly relaxed, and I just felt tired all over.
He managed to pull himself together, took out his phone and looked at it. There were quite a few WeChat messages from Yingjiao.
[Jiao]: The physics paper is finished [picture]
[Jiao]: Waiting for you to come back.
[Arrogance]: I brought you a shredded coconut milk cake and put it in the hole of your table.
[Jiao]: I didn't sleep at noon, and I did a few math problems.
[Jiao]: Have you finished the exam
[Jiao]: After the exam, tell my brother.
A smile involuntarily appeared on Jing Ci's face, because the depression targeted by Qiao Anyan was swept away, he stretched out his hand to type, and returned a message to Yingjiao—
[Scene]: After the exam, I'm about to go back.
Seeing Teacher Zhao's eyes drifting over from time to time, he quickly put the phone back into his schoolbag, covered the protruding outline of the fuselage with one hand, and fell asleep leaning on the back of the chair with peace of mind. Know.
"You can really sleep." Zhou Chao pushed him awake, pointed outside and said, "Let's go, go to the second canteen for dinner."
"Second canteen?"
"Yeah." Zhou Chao nodded: "Ms. Zhao said that the school is in charge of lunch today, and the second canteen is privately contracted, and can open fire at any time, so I can only go there."
"Okay." Jing Ci felt much more comfortable after sleeping. He carried his schoolbag and went to the second canteen with Zhou Chao.
Xu Shi knew that they were all students who were valued by the school leaders, and the staff in the second canteen didn't dare to play tricks, and the meals served were very normal.
Jing Ci was given a portion of fried rice with cauliflower and two oranges.
The taste is indeed incomparable with a canteen, but it is better than the quantity. Jing Ji ate the whole plate of food in one go, and only then did he feel alive.
"Go back." Zhou Chao put down the spoon almost at the same time as Jing Ci. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up, and looked at death like home: "You have to face what you have to face."
The two took the dinner tray to the recycling place and walked to the classroom together.
When passing the basketball court, a voice suddenly came from not far away: "Jing Ci!"
Yingjiao threw the basketball in his hand aside and walked towards him: "You're back?"
Jing Ci looked at the familiar people on the basketball court, and then realized belatedly that their class was a physical education class.
Zhou Chao looked enviously at the side, but unfortunately the physical education class of their extra-long class had been canceled long ago, so he could only return to the classroom with a bitter face.
Yingjiao reached out and took Jing Ci's schoolbag naturally, and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Yeah." Jing Ci nodded: "I ate in the second canteen."
"Second Canteen? How do I go there to eat?" Yingjiao frowned and touched his stomach: "Are you full?"
"I'm full." Jing Ci shrank back, stood still near the basketball stand, said hello to a few people in Class 7, then turned to Yingjiao and said, "The school manages the meals, so we can only eat in the second canteen , the taste is okay."
is acceptable
Yingjiao laughed, as if he had never eaten the food in the second canteen.
He stretched out his hand to rub Jing Ci's hair, and said softly, "So easy to feed?"
Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled, watching him hang his schoolbag on the horizontal bar at the side, stretched out his hand and said straightly: "I'm not picky eaters."
Yingjiao's heart was softened by his laughter. Just as he was about to say something, Zheng Que suddenly shouted loudly from behind: "Brother Jiao, are you still going to fight? Jing Ci, come together!"
Jing Ci's eyes lit up instantly.
No boy would dislike this hearty sport. In the previous world, he would occasionally exercise alone on the basketball court. After coming here, by accident, he didn't even touch basketball once.
Yingjiao noticed his expression and asked, "Want to fight
Jing Ci nodded.
"Wait another ten minutes if you want to fight." Yingjiao unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of Coke: "It's not good for your stomach just after eating."
Jing Ci listened to him: "Okay."
Ten minutes later, Ying Jiao took Jing Ci to the court together.
A few people just played casually, and did not play strictly according to five-on-five like a regular football game. If there are people, join in, and if there are fewer people, you can continue to fight.
It's just that Yingjiao's game skills are good, and Zheng Que is very happy to be on the same team with him, so I specifically called him out.
Yingjiao scored three goals in a row, and Jing Ci also scored one. He Porridge was pissed off by the two of them. He flung his school uniform jacket out and rubbed his hands: "Come on, continue!"
Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then passed the ball to Jing Ci casually.
Zheng Que, who was gearing up and waiting to catch the ball, said, "..."
It's too late, playing basketball is so eccentric!
Jing Ci moved towards the basketball hoop while dribbling the ball. He Porridge, a thief, knew that he couldn't guard against Yingjiao, so he threw Yingjiao to Peng Chengcheng and Wu Weicheng, and stood in front of Jingci himself.
He is so huge that he can almost hold two Jing Ci. Jing Ji dodged left and right to no avail, and jumped up wanting to pass the ball to Yingjiao who was closest to him.
He Porridge subconsciously jumped up and reached out to block it.
It's a pity that he overestimated his balance, and instead of blocking the ball, he bumped headfirst into Jing Ci.
How could Jing Ci's small body withstand his impact, and he flew several steps in an instant before falling down.
At the very moment, Yingjiao rushed over and grabbed Jing Ci, and pulled him hard.
It's a pity that Jing Ci's body inertia was too great, and instead led him down together.
The moment he was about to land, Yingjiao hadn't realized it yet, and he had already embraced Jing Ci with both hands, protecting him airtightly in his arms, and made a solid back for Jing Ci.
Seeing that he had gotten into trouble, He Porridge walked over tremblingly on his feet: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ci, you, are you two alright?"
"I'm fine." Jing Ji calmed down for a moment, and replied him. He was well protected by Yingjiao, and he didn't get bumped at all.
"Yingjiao, are you hurt anywhere?" Jing Ji raised his head from his arms, put his hands on the ground, and was about to get up, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
His body froze instantly, as if it had been frozen, he kept his head up motionless, his face was getting hotter and hotter slowly...
Yingjiao really didn't think about anything at first, but when he saw that Jing Ci was about to fall, he rushed over completely by instinct.
However, when the two bodies rubbed against each other, things started to go wrong.
Jing Ji just had a strenuous exercise, and nestled in his arms obediently, gasping one after another against his ear, her moist and hot breath brushing against his neck, ambiguous almost seductive.
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was terribly energetic, holding the person he liked wholeheartedly in his arms, Yingjiao couldn't even feel the pain, and he reacted almost immediately.
For a moment, Yingjiao's mind went blank. Everything from the playground to basketball was thrown aside by him.
He just wanted to crazily press Jing Ci under him, tear off his clothes without hesitation, and fetter his hands. Bite him hard, kiss him, do more excessive things to him...
"You..." They are all boys, of course Jing Ji knows what he feels.
He was embarrassed and shy, he didn't get up, and he didn't get up, he froze there at a loss: "How could you..."
Everything around them turned into a backdrop, and it seemed as if there were only the two of them left between the heaven and the earth.
Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled a few times, he stared at Jing Ci, his eyes seemed to have a fire burning: "What's wrong with me?"
The author has something to say: Your eyes can deceive you, and your ears can deceive you. Your experience will deceive you, your imagination will deceive you, but mathematics will not - Lucian Evans.