Jing Ci suffocated for breath, his cheeks flushed instantly, he turned his head and ignored him.
"What's the matter?" Yingjiao leaned over and smiled, "Are you angry? Am I wrong?"
He continued: "Don't play tricks, little classmate, it's obvious that you nodded and admitted it yourself, and it won't hurt if I rub it."
Jing Ci's face was so hot that it was almost on fire, he randomly grabbed a book and opened it, bowed his head and did not speak.
Yingjiao embraced his shoulders with one hand, turned his book pages upside down on the table with the other hand, and said with a smile, "I'm talking to you, what book are you reading?"
He was so close that Jing Ci could even smell the same shampoo on him as his own.
Jing Ji's lips moved, and he suppressed his rapid heartbeat: "You...don't always be like this."
Yingjiao laughed. Seeing that he could hardly sit still, he felt that the heat was almost ready, and suddenly said: "You were in the office just now, when you had a headache, was it Qiao Anyan who you were looking at?"
Jing Ci's mind was in a mess at the moment, and he couldn't think at all, so he nodded subconsciously when he heard the words.
Jing Ci was startled, belatedly realizing what he had admitted.
Yingjiao took a panoramic view of his expression calmly, smiled, and continued the topic just now: "Speak, do you feel comfortable when I touch you?"
Jing Ci immediately breathed a sigh of relief, Ying Jiao just asked casually without thinking too much.
In order to make Yingjiao forget the question just now, he suppressed the heat on his face and nodded with difficulty.
Yingjiao let go of Jing Ci and looked at the desktop thoughtfully.
The first time Jing Ji told him that he had a headache was after the midterm exam. At that time, he didn't think much, just thought he was bored in the classroom.
The second time Jing Ci had a headache was when the monthly exams were released. He and Li Zhou went out for a trip, and when they came back, they had a bad expression on their faces.
This time, it's the third time.
He was there the first time and the third time, the second time he only knew about it after the fact.
Before, Yingjiao only thought that Jing Ci was in poor health, and even thought about taking him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination someday.
However, in the office today, Jing Ci's performance made Yingjiao instantly overthrow this idea.
From the playground to the corridor, Yingjiao's gaze fell on Jing Ci from the beginning to the end, so he was sure that Jing Ci's headache started when he entered the office, rather than being hit by a basketball.
When Ying Jiao saw Jing Ci rubbing his temples, Yingjiao just wanted to ask him, but Jing Ci's eyes kept searching the office, and he didn't stop until he saw Qiao Anyan.
Yingjiao was worried that he was wrong, and he was afraid that Jing Ci would not tell the truth to him, so he deliberately teased Jing Ci just now, taking advantage of his embarrassment.
Facts proved that he was not mistaken, Jing Ci was really looking at Qiao Anyan at that time.
Why did Jing Ci subconsciously go to Qiao Anyan when he had a headache
While Yingjiao was puzzled, he also discovered the commonality of these two headaches: they both came after meeting Qiao Anyan.
Why
Because the two had fought, did Jing Ci cast a psychological shadow on him
As soon as this idea flashed in his mind, Yingjiao denied it. With Jing Ci's character, only others fear him, not him.
Why
Yingjiao can't figure it out.
And the strangest thing was that when Jing Ci had a headache, his touch would make him feel much better.
If it was someone else, Yingjiao would doubt whether this comfort was a polite answer or a real one. But it was Ren Jingci who was talking, and with his character, if he said he was comfortable, he was really comfortable.
Reminiscent of Jing Ci's origin, Yingjiao couldn't help thinking: Is there any invisible connection between himself, Qiao Anyan, and Jing Ci
Yingjiao suppressed the question in his heart, looked up at the wall clock, and called Jing Ci: "Let's go, go to the cafeteria to eat."
Regarding the cause of Jing Ci's headache, Yingjiao did not dare to be 100% sure, after all, he was not present the second time.
Jing Ji will definitely not tell him everything, but it doesn't matter, he can go to Li Zhou.
Jing Ci had calmed down now, he nodded, put down the book in his hand, and went to the cafeteria with Yingjiao.
The other classes hadn't finished yet, and most of the cafeteria was filled with students from Class Seven.
Seeing Jing Ci, they all came over to ask him what happened just now, and Jing Ci patiently explained to them one by one.
Hearing that the special students were taken away by the principal, the members of class seven immediately smiled gloatingly.
Let them go crazy, kick it to the iron plate, it deserves it!
Jing Ji and the others finished their lunch, and the bell rang for the end of the fourth quarter.
Looking at the crowd rushing towards the cafeteria, Li Zhou felt a sense of superiority in his heart: "It's really cool."
Zheng Que had the same smell as him, and patted his stomach when he heard this: "I just like to see them running wildly for food when I'm full."
Yingjiao slowed down, took out his phone and sent Zheng Que a WeChat message.
Zheng Que was taken aback when he saw it, and then he glanced at Yingjiao without any trace, put down his phone, and put his arms around Li Zhou's neck: "Let's go, accompany me to the small store to buy something."
"Okay." Li Zhou readily agreed.
The two walked towards the small shop together.
Yingjiao and Jing Ci entered the classroom, sat on their seats for a while, then went out with their mobile phones, and met Li Zhou and Zheng Que waiting there in front of the teaching building.
"I want to ask you something." Ying Jiao said lightly, motioning Li Zhou to come with him.
Li Zhou walked behind anxiously, his heart fluttering. Fearing that Yingjiao hadn't finished the bowl of vinegar in the morning, he specially saved it for this moment to settle accounts with himself.
Yingjiao didn't stop until he walked to the flower bed next to the first teaching building.
He took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff, and said to Li Zhou, "Did you and Jing Ci encounter anything outside when the results were released in the monthly exam?"
Li Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and said blankly, "No."
After all, so many days have passed, Li Zhou's impression of that day is blurred, and he really can't remember it.
Seeing this, Yingjiao asked more specifically: "Did you meet Qiao Anyan that day?"
Li Zhou did not forget this.
He nodded: "Yes, it's right in front of the red list. He looked at Jing Ci wrongly. If it wasn't for Jing Ci's hypoglycemia, I would have to go up and ask him if he was looking for trouble."
He guessed right, Yingjiao's eyes were complicated, and Jing Ji's headache was indeed related to Qiao Anyan.
Yingjiao flicked the cigarette ash into the trash can, and asked again: "Did Jingci suddenly have a headache that day... did he have hypoglycemia?"
Li Zhou recalled it, and said affirmatively: "Yes, I told him to leave after reading his scores, but he didn't know what he was looking at, and kept standing still in front of the red list. Then he started to look wrong, and then I watched Arrived at Qiao Anyan."
Yingjiao was stunned for a moment, remembering that Jing Ci said to him at that time: "I saw your score." The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up higher and higher. He glanced at the half of the cigarette left in his hand, and crushed the end of the cigarette Tossed in the trash.
"Okay, I see." Yingjiao took out a piece of coconut candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth, saying to Li Zhou, "Thank you for today's matter."
Li Zhou was flattered: "You're welcome, you're welcome."
Yingjiao nodded at him, turned around and left.
Just took two steps, suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around again, looked at Li Zhou indifferently: "I'm looking for you today, you don't have to mention it in front of Jing Ci, okay?"
"I, I know."
Yingjiao put one hand in his pocket, and while walking, took out his phone to send a WeChat message.
[Jiao]: Check Qiao Anyan for me.
[Your uncle of the He family]: Who fought with Brother Ci? What the hell is he doing again
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, what happened to you today? They were looking for Li Zhou again, and they were looking for Qiao Anyan again.
[Jiao]: I have something to confirm.
[Peng Chengcheng]: OK, I know someone in Class 11.
[Proud]: Thank you.
[Zheng Que is not correct]: It's not Brother Jiao, please make it clear, what exactly is Qiao Anyan trying to do when you suddenly find out? Are you empathizing with another, wanting to be scumbags and let us resign brother? !
[Proud]: ...
[Jiao]: I think you are awake.
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Look! ! I just said there is a problem? ! Are you still human? !
[Your uncle of the He family]: Brother Jiao, don't scare me.
[Arrogance]: A sober person is the most ridiculous.
[Peng Chengcheng]: ...
[Zheng Que]：_(:з」∠)_
Yingjiao put away his mobile phone, stood in front of the building and lost his mind for a while, then went back to the classroom.
The classroom was unusually quiet, everyone was browsing the forum with their heads down.
In the morning, the conflict between them and the special students was so noisy, and it was after class, many people saw it. Because Jing Ci was involved, some good people secretly took a few photos and put them on the forum together.
[Fuck, those special students beat Brother Ci? ! Crazy go them.]
[I saw with my own eyes that Brother Ci's head was smashed by a special student with a basketball.]
[That idiot standing under the basketball hoop has been chasing me recently. Originally, I wanted to agree, but now... Hehe, let him go to the end.]
[I'm really convinced by them, if it's not good to hit anyone, go and say goodbye. Even if you hit him, it's not good to hit him, but hit his head! The finals of Cige are about to begin! Please don't hold back, will you?]
[To be honest, I don't like Jing Ci very much. But our school has finally produced a person who is likely to enter the national training team. Can't we put him first at this time?]
[What's there to make a fuss about? Jing Ci's head is paper? Can it be broken with one blow? And didn't Yingjiao beat that special student later? If you want to say ruthless, Yingjiao is even more ruthless.]
[Upstairs, is it different? It's lucky to be fine now, what if something happens?]
[Okay, I can't say no to you, anyway, a good student can do anything, hehe.]
The members of Class Seven lacked everything except time. As long as they saw a message saying that Jing Ci was not good, they would go up to them and fight with other people in the forum.
The post that led to Jing Ci's fight floated on the homepage for several days in a row, so that everyone from the third year of high school to the first year of high school knew about it.
In such an atmosphere, the official finally announced the list of provincial teams for the Donghai Provincial Mathematics Competition.
Three people from the whole province entered the finals: Jing Ci, Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong.
Even though there are only three people, compared to last year's single seedling, it can be regarded as several times more.
The provincial experiment directly made a happy announcement and posted it on the school's bulletin board.
As a result, a very strange situation appeared on the bulletin board—
On the left is the notice that Jing Ci has entered the finals of the National Mathematics Higher League, and on the right are pages and pages of self-criticisms by the outstanding students.
Comparing the two, it is tantamount to public execution.
Especially after someone took a photo and posted it on the forum, everyone was offended, hahahaha, and those special students who fought with Jing Ci became even more famous.
The special students regretted the past, and every time they passed the bulletin board, they were a little faster than others.
At the same time, the amount of prize money for the Mathematical Olympiad in the Provincial Experiment has finally been determined.
Jing Ci rewarded 3,000, Zhou Chao 2,000, and Jiang Chong 1,000.
Originally, there was no bonus for entering the finals of the Mathematical Olympiad, but because Jing Ci's personal performance was too outstanding this year, the school decided to reward for the first time. Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong also got his credit.
Teacher Liu said to Jing Ci: "The school will hold a commendation meeting on Monday afternoon, and you will be asked to go to the stage to collect the bonus."
He paused and smiled, "Don't worry."
Jing Ci nodded to show that he knew.
Teacher Liu thought for a while, but didn't expect that he needed to ask for other instructions, so he waved Jing Ci to leave.
As soon as Jing Ji walked out of the office, he saw Ying Jiao waiting in the corridor.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No," Yingjiao smiled, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Accompany me to the small shop?"
"it is good."
The first night of self-study has just ended, and the playground is full of noisy people. Jing Ji and Ying Jiao walked side by side on the path, and Ying Jiao asked Jing Ji, "What did Lao Liu want you for?"
Jing Ji didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were slightly straightened, and he didn't answer, until Yingjiao asked for the second time, and then suddenly said: "It's about the bonus."
"Little classmate, that's why you're wrong," Ying Jiao snorted, stretched out his hand and squeezed his face: "Who do you miss when you're with me?"
Jing Ci didn't answer.
The sourness in Yingjiao's heart suddenly rushed to the sky.
After finally finding a chance to be alone, it's okay for Jing Ci to be inattentive, but still think about others in front of him, is it plausible
Yingjiao took a deep breath, and put a little force on Jing Ci's shoulder: "You..."
"Is there anything you want?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and his voice was faint, as if he was saying the most common words: "I'll see you off."
Yingjiao stared at him blankly, and stopped involuntarily.
Jing Ci lowered his head, and his eyes fell on his shoes: "The bonus is three thousand, which is much more than expected. Do you have anything you want? I'll buy it for you."
They had just walked up the brick path, and there were laughing and laughing classmates passing by. Jing Ci stood there quietly, the dim light of the playground fell on top of his head, casting a faint halo on his handsome profile. It made him lose a layer of coldness, and he looked a little softer than usual.
Yingjiao closed his eyes and suddenly smiled.
Yingjiao grasped Jing Ci's wrist, and pulled him to the flower bed where almost no one passed by, his deep eyes tightly grasped his face: "As long as I want, I can do anything?"
Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."
Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and he pushed him against the wall, leaning over to press him up, his voice slightly hoarse: "Then what about kissing you? Can I kiss you if I want to?"
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