In the small bathroom on the third floor, Yingjiao squeezed a little hand sanitizer into the palm of his hand, rubbed it a few times, and turned on the tap to rinse off the foam.
This is a teacher-only bathroom, and students are generally not allowed to use it, but it's okay to come in occasionally to wash your hands or something.
He Porridge and others also came together. They just helped cut the cake in the classroom. Because the knife given by the store was too soft, a lot of cream was rubbed on their hands, and there was a sweet and greasy smell after rubbing.
Zheng Que shook off the water on his hand, glanced outside the door, and saw that there was no one in the corridor. Quietly, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and held it in his mouth, and handed the pack to Yingjiao: "One?"
Yingjiao shook his head: "No." He turned around and took two pieces of paper from the paper tube on the wall to wipe his hands.
Zheng Que distributed the cigarettes to He Porridge and Peng Chengcheng, exhaled a puff of smoke ring and sighed: "My brother Jiao is becoming more and more like a good student now."
Yingjiao scoffed, but didn't speak.
He threw the used tissue into the trash can, thinking of sitting on the playground in the afternoon, looking up at Jing Ci on the flag raising platform, he still felt his chest throbbing.
The person who shines brightly and is admired and admired by all the teachers and students in the school is the person he likes.
Yingjiao's heart is full of pride and pride, and there is a faint sense of urgency that is about to come out.
Such a good and excellent scene deserves everything in the world, including lovers.
He had to work a little harder, a little harder, and work hard enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Jing Ci to be qualified to stand beside him.
He can be Jing Ci's glory, but he will never allow himself to be his drag and stain.
"Brother Jiao, isn't your birthday coming soon?" Zheng Que finished smoking a cigarette, pressed the end of the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.
While waving his sleeves vigorously, trying to get rid of the smell on his body, so as not to be smelled by Teacher Liu, he said, "How do you plan to spend this year? Skip a few classes on Sunday morning and go out?"
During this period of time, Yingjiao devoted himself to studying, and had no time to take them out to roam around. Zheng Que had long been exhausted, and couldn't help but take the opportunity to bring private goods: "How about having parties and playing games during the day, and going out to disco at night?"
Yingjiao looked at him expressionlessly: "Did the nine-year obligation teach you how to skip class?"
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que didn't have any hope at first, what he said just now was just a test, success is better, and it's okay if it doesn't.
He said again: "It's fine if you don't skip class, we'll just spend the afternoon on vacation."
"No waste." Yingjiao refused completely: "I don't have that time."
"No," Zheng Que couldn't understand: "It's a holiday, do you have other things?"
"Yes." Yingjiao opened the door and said sincerely: "In one afternoon, it is enough to do several sets of papers."
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."
Zheng Que stared at him dumbfounded, in disbelief: "Brother Jiao, you... have you been bewitched?"
It was normal before, but he usually worked hard in class, why now he doesn't even miss the holidays, he is definitely a desperate Saburo, is this person still the arrogant brother who will strike when he doesn't agree with him
"What Gu?" Yingjiao asked back, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled coquettishly: "Love Gu?"
Today, when he was buying cakes at the dessert shop, there happened to be a few young girls in front of him.
One of them, holding a bouquet of pink flowers, shared his emotions with his companion, flushed.
Yingjiao accidentally listened to it, and then realized that the girl was holding a pink rose representing first love.
Yingjiao once thought that he would never do such a thing as sending flowers to express his heart in his life, but he didn't understand until now. It's not impossible, it's just that I haven't met the person who is willing to let him do it before.
Probably because he was really bewitched, Yingjiao peeled off a piece of coconut sugar and put it in his mouth, with a slight smile in his eyes.
He Porridge was suffocated by his sore toothache, and said: "Then what brother Jiao, let's discuss it. If you want to fall in love, you can talk about it. Can you not flirt?"
Yingjiao hooked the candy with the tip of his tongue, and lazily said: "Men are not coquettish, they are all idiots."
Straw bag He porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."
Zheng Que said angrily: "You wait! I want to fall in love, and I want to show off!"
"You?" Yingjiao took out his pocket and threw half a pack of cigarettes to him: "Didn't you just get rejected?"
Zheng Que forced himself to hold his respect: "What's wrong with the refusal? That's reserved! Do you understand reserved? Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? She also liked my circle of friends yesterday, she must have feelings for me Already!"
Yingjiao gave him a sympathetic look: "Well, so have you decided on your child's name?"
Zheng Que was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was mocking himself, so angry that he was about to rush over to fight Yingjiao to the death, but He Porridge stopped him.
"Come on, Lao Zheng, you said you couldn't beat him again and again, so what can you do with that blow." He Porridge patted him on the back to give him comfort, racked his brains for a while, and finally pulled it out. A good one to win the pride: "Brother Jiao is just joking with you, you see he even gave you the cigarettes."
Zheng Que looked down at the cigarette in his hand, yes.
Just as the anger in my heart was about to subside, I heard Yingjiao say: "I think he owes pumping, so let him smoke more."
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que jumped into a rage in an instant: "Win the pride, I will call you your uncle!"
Peng Chengcheng couldn't listen any longer, held Zheng Que, and said for the first time: "That Qiao Anyan, I asked my friend."
Yingjiao immediately put away the carelessness on his face: "How do you say?"
"He..." Peng Chengcheng organized his words in his mind, and then said: "My friend said that he is a bit weird. He usually performs very well in class, and his scores in quizzes are also quite high. When he comes to the exam, he loses the chain."
Yingjiao frowned slightly.
"Also," Peng Chengcheng said again: "He was very lucky a while ago, so good that he can draw prizes every time in the game."
Afraid that Yingjiao would not believe it, he added: "At that time, many people in their class asked him to help them draw. It is said that they got a lot of good things, but recently his good luck has disappeared."
"Fuck." He Porridge couldn't help but swear: "Is it so mysterious?"
"Well," Peng Chengcheng said expressionlessly, "everyone in his class knows about it."
High and low grades, inexplicable good luck, Jing Ci's headache...
Yingjiao sorted out the key points in his mind, but he couldn't think of any connection between these points.
The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly, Yingjiao picked it up and saw that it was news from Li Zhou.
[The first hanger in the universe]: Brother Jiao, I suddenly remembered something just now, let me tell you.
[Pride]: Say.
[The first hanging in the universe]: Just Qiao Anyan, I was on the playground with Brother Ci before, and he suddenly ran over and said: Yangcheng Olympics.
[The first hanging in the universe]: After finishing speaking, he left. Brother Ci and I didn't understand what he meant.
[The first hanger in the universe]: I was thinking that you might want to know, so I will tell you.
Yangcheng Olympics
Yingjiao looked at the screen thoughtfully. He remembered that Yangcheng seemed to be bidding for the Olympic Games. There was a lot of news in the year before last, but there has been no movement in the past two years.
Yingjiao typed quickly with his fingers, and confirmed with Li Zhou—
[Jiao]: Did he mean the Yangcheng Olympic bid, or the Yangcheng Olympic Games
[The first hanger in the universe]: Brother Ci and I could hear the Yangcheng Olympics clearly.
[Jiao]: OK, I see, thanks.
Yingjiao put away his phone and gradually found a clue.
There is still a big difference between bidding for the Olympic Games and the Olympic Games, and the possibility of slipping the tongue is very small. Excluding that slight possibility, that is to say, Qiao Anyan knew that Yangcheng was going to hold the Olympic Games
The whole country is waiting for things that have not yet come to fruition, how would he know
Yingjiao stood there in a daze for a while, then turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Ask your friend to help me pay more attention to him."
Peng Chengcheng nodded: "OK."
Several people returned to the classroom together.
Yingjiao pretended to glance casually at Jing Ci's seat, but didn't see the rose.
Yingjiao laughed, probably because he was thrown away, after all, Jing Ci is not someone who likes flowers.
He didn't know that that night, the flowers he thought he had thrown away appeared in Jing Ci's iron box containing the test papers.
Since then, this withered little rose has become Jing Ci's only collection besides the exam papers.
After the commendation conference, everything went on as usual.
The students in the provincial experiment were so busy preparing for the final exam that they rarely even went to the forum. On the other hand, Jing Ci was busy brushing the competition papers in order to get a good result in the upcoming finals.
The only difference is that Yingjiao worked harder.
In the past, he just listened carefully in class, and no longer fished in self-study classes.
But now he seldom goes out even after class, doing papers one after another. Because Jing Ci's time is precious, Yingjiao no longer asks him to help him approve the test papers.
He did the questions by himself, corrected the answers by himself, wrote down the mistakes by himself, and then repeatedly studied the mistakes and found the same type of questions to solve. He was so desperate that even Teacher Liu was a little shocked.
Jing Ci also noticed Yingjiao's state. He spent most of this time in the small classroom in the second teaching building. It's not like before, Yingjiao can answer him as soon as he encounters a problem.
But no matter how busy he was, he never forgot to pay attention to Yingjiao's study progress.
So every morning, there would be a piece of paper on Yingjiao's desk with detailed knowledge points and corresponding question types, each point corresponding to a new record of wrong questions in his wrong question book.
Whenever Yingjiao is dizzy and irritable, he only needs to look at the manuscripts of Jingci that he has accumulated every day, and feel that he can do a few more sets of test questions.
It was another morning, after Jing Ci finished his breakfast, he went to class seven to put Yingjiao's wrong book back, and then went downstairs to the second teaching building.
He was the last one to arrive today. Seeing him coming, Zhao Feng stepped up to the podium and announced without waiting for him to sit down: "I have found a foreign aid for you."
The foreign aid is Xiao Leyue, the son of Zhao Feng's friend, a senior this year, and a provincial team player in Yang Province. Once broke into the national training team in the National High School and was recommended to Tsinghua University. Although eliminated in the first round of selection of the national training team, it is still an existence to look up to.
"For the next half month, I will allow you to bring your mobile phones to school." Zhao Feng stood on the podium and said to Jing Ci and the three of them: "Later, you all add my WeChat, and then I will bring you and Xiao Xiao to In a WeChat group, if you have any questions, just ask him in the group."
Seeing that they all nodded, Zhao Feng continued: "Xiao Xiao has personal experience in this area, and he is better than me. Don't feel embarrassed, just ask what you need to ask, learning from other people's experience is more important than anything else!"
The three of Jing Ci responded one after another: "Okay."
Xiao Leyue is a nice person, maybe because of Zhao Feng's face, he answered their questions in great detail without hiding anything. Both Jing Ci and Zhou Chao had a good impression of him.
After a few days of contact, gradually, it was no longer limited to asking about the finals. Sometimes when encountering a problem, neither of them has an idea, and they will send it to the group to discuss with Xiao Leyue.
Xiao Leyue has received systematic Olympiad training, which is exactly what Jing Ci lacks. Many times, Xiao Leyue's problem-solving ideas can inspire him a lot.
As a result, Jing Ci spent more time on his mobile phone.
A few days before the final exam, Zhao Feng did not detain them in the small classroom, but sent them back to prepare for the exam.
After all, the final is important, and the final exam is even more important.
Yingjiao found out that Jing Ci was looking at his mobile phone during his early self-study, and thought it was quite novel, so he couldn't help asking one more question.
"Ms. Zhao found a senior who was in the national training team." Jing Ci copied down the problem-solving ideas while explaining to him: "We often discuss Olympiad questions with him on WeChat."
Yingjiao stretched out his hand to rub his hair, and said with a smile, "I thought you were starting to lose your job too."
Jing Ci pursed her lips and smiled at him: "I won't."
Yingjiao was tickled by his laughter, and was about to say something when He Porridge and the others suddenly came over and threw a few gift boxes on his desk, "Brother Jiao, happy birthday!"
He Congee pointed to one of the boxes and said, "I'll give you this! A belt. Lao Zheng bought you a lighter, so Lao Peng went to the mall to pick out a watch. We all said it was ugly, but he didn't believe it. You'll know it when you look at it, hahahaha."
Yingjiao thanked them: "I accept it, thank you."
"Small idea." He Porridge grinned and walked away in a group.
"Today is your birthday?" Jing Ji put down his pen and looked up at Yingjiao.
Yingjiao put the gift box under the table and nodded indifferently: "Yeah."
"Happy birthday." Jing Ci felt a little annoyed, if only he knew earlier. Yingjiao celebrated his birthday, but he didn't prepare any gifts...
It's been a long time since he was able to tease his little wife. Yingjiao was full of bad feelings in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pinched Jing Ci's face, and said, "Little classmate, don't tease me."
Jing Ji turned his head to avoid his hand, refused to admit the crime, and said with a restrained face, "I... When did I tease you? Don't talk nonsense."
"Just kidding, why are you just talking nonsense, I have evidence." Yingjiao's face was righteous and awe-inspiring: "Under the bright sun and the sky, is it you who wished me a happy birthday?"
Jing Ci nodded in confusion: "Yes..."
But is there anything wrong with just saying happy birthday
"That's it," Yingjiao pursed his lips, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Happy birthday. Happy birth and happy day. Do you think you are teasing me or hinting at me?"
The author has something to say: Brother Jiao, the coquettish rascal in our family, has grown up...