Yingjiao bowed his head and kissed Jing Ci, until Jing Ci was a little out of breath, and then let him go.
"Blame me," Yingjiao sighed, deeply self-reflecting: "I have kissed you too little, which makes you so unskilled."
He looked at Jing Ci thoughtfully, and said seriously: "Hey, do you think we should make an agreement, such as kissing at least three or five times a day?"
"Where do you like to kiss? The clothesline? The classroom? Or the bed?"
Jing Ci blushed and turned his head away without speaking.
Yingjiao suppressed a smile, stretched out his hand and touched the back of his neck, took advantage of it enough, and accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Have you decided which university to go to?"
Because Jing Ci takes the road of competition, Yingjiao has read a lot of related articles during this period, and knows that Jing Ci will be recommended directly in this situation.
Caught off guard by the seriousness, Jing Ci was taken aback, nodded and said, "Well, go to the Department of Mathematics of Peking University."
Department of Mathematics, I guessed right.
Yingjiao smiled, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Jing Ci whisper: "What about you? What do you want to test?"
"Me?" Yingjiao looked at Jing Ci's drooping eyelashes, feeling bad in his heart: "I really like Shanghai Magic City, the atmosphere is open and free. Otherwise, Magic City is also fine, there are a lot of delicious food."
Jing Ci lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. After a few seconds, he calmly said: "Well, everything is fine."
He was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Go back, class is about to begin."
"What's wrong?" Yingjiao grabbed his wrist and pulled him back again: "Why do you feel that your mood is a little bit wrong?"
Jing Ci pursed her lips: "No."
Yingjiao smiled helplessly, reached out and clasped his fingers together: "Stupid or not? Just kidding you."
Jing Ci raised his eyes suddenly.
"You go to Peking University, where else can I go besides the imperial capital?" Yingjiao led him forward, and sneered: "When I study hard these past few months, it's just for fun?"
Jing Cinuan's chest almost swelled, and she said guiltily, "I'm sorry..."
"Forget it this time." Yingjiao shook his hand vigorously, and then let go: "Next time when you are unhappy, dare to hold it alone and don't tell me anything..."
He snorted and said meaningfully: "See how I deal with you."
Jing Ci blushed silently when he thought of Yingjiao's coquettish words.
The two entered the teaching building, and when they reached the door of the office, Yingjiao suddenly said: "You go back first, I'll go find Lao Liu."
Jing Ci looked up at him: "What's the matter?"
Yingjiao let out a "hmm": "As far as changing the bed, he always prevaricates me, and I urge him."
He frowned impatiently: "Old Liu is too ignorant, always meddling in other people's affairs in bed."
It was get out of class time, and there were people coming and going in the corridor, Jing Ci was thin-skinned, nodded in embarrassment and shyness, didn't say anything more, and left first obediently.
Yingjiao typed the report into the office and went straight to Teacher Liu.
Teacher Liu now has a headache whenever he sees him, and he just said, "What are you doing here again?"
Yingjiao didn't know why he was going crazy recently. Instead of doing serious business, he always pestered him to ask about the branches of mathematics, and asked him to focus on number theory.
Teacher Liu didn't feel that he was wasting his time. The main thing was to win the pride and not be a college student. Understanding these at this stage is a waste of time and useless.
Yingjiao was thick-skinned, he didn't care about Teacher Liu's words at all, and walked slowly to his side: "Didn't you finish the theory of mathematics last time? Can you continue to talk to me?"
Teacher Liu sized him up a few times and asked suspiciously, "Are you going to major in mathematics in the future?"
"No," Yingjiao denied, "I just want to know more."
Jing Ci's birthday is approaching, and he has been thinking about it for several days, but he still doesn't know what to give.
Simply ordering a birthday cake is too hasty.
But just do what you like, Jing Ci has nothing else he likes except mathematics.
Yingjiao searched the Internet for a long time on what gifts should be given to people who like mathematics, and the results displayed are all kinds of books. He calculated the price, and felt that it was too cheap, and Jing Ci was too wronged.
I saw a comment saying that there are many branches of mathematics, one must first understand the branch he likes, and then choose a gift according to the branch, otherwise it is easy to give the wrong one.
Yingjiao pretended to be inadvertent and took words from Jing Ci, knowing that he was very interested in number theory, so he followed Mr. Liu.
To be honest, Yingjiao has no idea how anyone in this world likes mathematics, especially after listening to Teacher Liu's lecture on number theory for a few days.
If he had to choose, he would never want to open a math book in his life.
But Jingci likes it.
Although he couldn't understand it, he respected Jing Ci's preferences and was willing to understand those boring things for him.
Teacher Liu glanced at him speechlessly, and saw that he was determined to listen, so he could only recall the progress of that day, and continued talking.
After Jing Ci entered the national training team, not only the provincial experiment was carnival, but also the major media in Donghai Province.
Whether it was the Donghai Daily or the new media, big or small, they all published this news immediately, and they all gave Jing Ci the title of "God of Learning" and preached it.
Suddenly, Jing Ci became famous in Donghai Province. Parents in particular regard him as a new role model to educate their children.
This morning, Father Jing had just arrived at the company, went to the coffee bar to get a sandwich, and was eating while turning on the computer, when he heard a few colleagues next to him discussing—
"Hey, do you know the kid who recently entered the national training team for the Mathematical Olympiad?"
"Why don't you know? My dad was still talking to me in the newspaper yesterday, saying that this kid is so promising, I wish he was his grandson, hahaha."
"I really don't know how his parents educated him. The only person in our province who has been in the national training team for decades. Isn't the one in my family a freshman in high school and also learning Mathematical Olympiad. I told him this morning to let him Learn from others."
"Hey, what's the kid's name? I forgot after seeing it."
"Jing Ci? It seems to be called this name."
"That's right, it's called Jing Ci, and the name sounds nice."
Father Jing's hand trembled, and the sandwich fell onto the laptop keyboard with a snap. He stood up suddenly and looked at those colleagues: "Jing Ci?"
"That's right." A colleague smiled and said, "Don't tell me, Lao Jing, it's really fate. Both of you are named Jing. Is your son named Jing Miao? He is in the Provincial Experimental Junior High School now, right? He Jing Ci also It's an alumni."
In the past, Jing's father thought Jing Ci was ashamed, and he never presupposed that he had an older son, and only talked about the younger son every time. So even his colleagues who have worked with him for several years do not know that he has two sons.
Father Jing's heart was beating wildly, his throat was tense, and his lips opened and closed for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "National training team... what's going on?"
Thinking that there was a junior high school student in his family, my colleague suddenly realized that he was thinking about letting his child learn Mathematical Olympiad.
Patiently popularized the concept of the national training team for him, emphasizing how powerful Jing Ci is, and then said: "That kid is really awesome, you can ask your family Miaomiao to get to know him and learn from him, haha Ha ha."
Next, Father Jing was in a daze, not knowing what else his colleague said.
He didn't know much about the Mathematical Olympiad competition. After Jing Ci said that there would be no extra points in the college entrance examination, he never paid attention to it again.
But now, he heard that Jing Ci had entered the national training team! It is also the first one in Donghai Province.
What an honor it is.
Father Jing clenched his fists, regretting his mistakes.
Knowing that there would be such a result, why did he cut off Jing Ci's living expenses
Father Jing took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and started transferring money to Jing Ci.
Originally, I wanted to transfer three thousand, but I was so cruel that I changed it to five thousand.
Afterwards, after careful consideration, he left a message for Jing Ci—
[I heard that you entered the national training team? This child, why didn't you tell the family about such a big matter?]
[Dad is proud of you.]
[when do you have time? Dad is calling you.]
After sending it out, Father Jing waited and waited, but he never waited for Lai Jingci's reply, even confiscating the transfer.
At noon, father Jing was eating lunch absent-mindedly, while looking at his mobile phone from time to time, he almost put his chopsticks into the bowl of the person next to him.
The colleague asked amusedly: "Lao Jing, what are you thinking? Have you got a new project recently?"
Father Jing answered vaguely, finished his meal hastily, and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. He couldn't hold back, so he took out his mobile phone and called Jing Ci.
At that time, Jing Ci was about to take a lunch break, and when he routinely looked at his phone, he saw the news and missed calls from Father Jing.
He stared at the screen for a while, then stood up holding the phone.
"Brother Ci! Do you want spicy strips?" Li Zhou held up a bag of freshly opened spicy strips and shouted at Jing Ci.
Jing Ci shook his head, and said to him, "I don't want to eat." Then he walked out the door.
As soon as he walked to the flower bed, Father Jing called again, with such a good attitude for the first time: "Have you eaten yet? Did you see the message and transfer that Dad gave you? Why..."
Jing Ji interrupted his meaningless greetings, and said lightly, "Is there something wrong?"
"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Father Jing laughed dryly, and explained palely: "Last month, the company rushed to the project and forgot to transfer your living expenses, so did you. Why didn't you remind Dad?"
For some reason, Jing Ji felt a little sad and a little ridiculous.
He calmly said, "It won't be needed in the future."
Father Jing was stunned: "Why not?"
"You don't need to transfer money to me anymore." Jing Ci leaned against the wall, remembering what Yingjiao said that day, and his mood was not affected at all: "Just take care of Jing Miao, I will find a way to solve my affairs myself."
Hearing the determination in his words, Jing's father immediately became furious: "What do you mean? You don't recognize your parents after being escorted?!"
This morning, Father Jing found a lot of news about Jing Ci, and he knew his current popularity best.
The only person in Donghai Province who entered the national training team.
If you set up a table in the hotel now, invite all your colleagues over and call Shang Jingci. Then tell them that he is Jing Ji's father, how wonderful it will be!
Father Jing is a very face-saving person. He can feel shameful because of his ex-wife's cheating, and has implicated Jing Ci for more than ten years.
He took a deep breath and reminded himself that the most urgent task now is to coax Jingci well.
Forced to suppress the anger in my heart: "Isn't it just a month late for living expenses, why are you so angry with Dad?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes and asked without answering, "If you didn't know about my entry into the national training team, would you call me?"
Father Jing wanted to say how he couldn't, but he opened and closed his lips, but he couldn't say a simple word.
Jing Ji smiled mockingly, and hung up the phone without listening to Father Jing's flawed excuses.
This time, he felt nothing but relief.
Just treat yourself as an orphan, and with the Jing family, there should be no other contact in the future except that he will pay Jing's father the legally stipulated alimony when he becomes an adult.
Jing Ci put the phone in his pocket, didn't stay in front of the flower bed for long, and walked straight to the teaching building.
Stepping onto the playground and walking down the steps in front of the teaching building, he was just about to step up when he suddenly felt a familiar pain in his temple.
It's just that the pain is no longer as fierce and violent as before, only a little bit.
There were not many people in front of the building at the moment, Jing Ci glanced around, and saw Qiao Anyan diagonally behind him.
Qiao Anyan also saw him, and still glared at him with vicious eyes as before.
The same malice, but less of a headache.
Why
Jing Ci's brain was spinning rapidly, and there are only two ways to solve his headache at present—
One is the touch of Yingjiao, which should be because Yingjiao is also the protagonist of the original book.
The other is the recognition of other people in this world.
Reminiscent of the news about himself on the Internet these days, Jing Ci guessed that it was almost the reason.
Sure enough, my previous assumptions were not wrong, as long as I kept going to high places, Qiao Anyan's restraint on him would be invalid.
After two good things happened in succession, Jing Ci was in a good mood. He glanced at Qiao Anyan who had already entered the teaching building, and was about to move on when a strange scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
In the dark and old alley, two gangs of sleazy-looking gangsters were fighting each other.
Among them was a boy who looked exactly like him, and was beating the people around him with a stick.
His movements were too violent and too big, so that he quickly pulled most of the hatred value, and a group of people turned to him in an instant. In the chaos, he didn't know whose iron rod hit him hard on the head.
Blood gushed out in an instant, and he fell straight down without even making a sound, and never got up again.
Jing Ji's heart palpitated for a while, and cold sweat immediately soaked the shirt inside.
In the novel, the original body died in a gang fight, so this is the scene before the original body died.
But for the original body, this is the future. For myself, this is absolutely impossible.
Then why did I see this picture
Before Jing Ci had time to think carefully, the same scene appeared before his eyes again. Like a movie, played over and over again.
What exactly is going on? Jing Ci walked forward mechanically while pondering over and over. After walking for less than half a minute, he suddenly slammed into the glass door of the teaching building.
This piece of glass door was originally open all year round, but just now Qiao Anyan closed the door on purpose in order to respond to Jing Ci.
Because Jing Ci joined the national training team, the leaders of the Education Bureau and the government were overjoyed and made an exception and decided to come to the province for an experimental inspection at the end of the semester.
The dean of teaching, Feng Mao, was an official fan. After hearing the good news, he immediately sent someone to clean up the teaching building. Even the glass door in front of the teaching building was wiped without any stains.
The glass door was too clean, and Jing Ci was in a trance, so he hit it directly.
I don't know whether his impact was too strong, or the glass door was not strong under the wind and rain, and a long crack was knocked out.
Jing Ci didn't find out.
The moment his forehead touched the door, the shock and pain in his head made him instantly overlap with the person who was beaten to death with a stick in his mind.
He squatted down covering his head, and for a moment he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
"Is it damaged?" Ying Jiao hurried to Jing Ci's side, held his face in his hands, and looked up and down anxiously.
Just now when he went to the classroom after going to the bathroom, Jing Ci disappeared, so he asked one more question.
Hearing Li Zhou say that Jing Ci went out with his mobile phone, Yingjiao immediately thought of those in the Jing family, and was really worried, so he came out to look for him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he went downstairs, Jing Ci bumped his head against the glass door.
Jing Ci let him move blankly, his eyes were straight and unfocused.
"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Yingjiao took his cold hand, took him aside, kept stroking his face and the back of his neck, trying to bring him back to his senses: "Speak, don't scare me."
Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, and he managed to concentrate a little.
"I'm not afraid." Ying Jiao was afraid of bumping into the bump on his forehead, so he didn't dare to hug him, so he could only wrap his arms around him cautiously, and said softly, "I'm here, I'm here."
At this moment, an angry roar came from the building: "Who made this?! Who made this?!"
Feng Mao hurried to the door with a dark face, looked at the crack on the glass, and almost fainted.
The leaders came right away, but the door of the teaching building was broken. How can this make a good impression on the leaders? !
He swept across the students in front of the building angrily, almost jumping his feet in anger: "Who made it? Stand up for me quickly! Don't let me check it myself!"
"Is it better?" Yingjiao met Shang Jingci's eyes and whispered, "Are you feeling better?"
Yingjiao's voice brought Jing Ci back to reality, his head was in a state of confusion now, he hadn't realized what happened, so he nodded blankly.
Yingjiao asked again: "Can you walk by yourself?"
Jing Ji nodded slowly again.
"Wait here later, I'll ask He Porridge to pick you up."
Taking advantage of the angle and the cover of the two figures, he quickly sent a WeChat message to He Porridge with Feng Mao on his back.
"You have to wait until He Porridge comes over before leaving, you know?"
Jing Ci's consciousness has not fully recovered, but he still instinctively listened to Yingjiao's words: "Okay."
Yingjiao let go of his hand, raised his eyelids and glanced at Feng Mao who was still roaring.
Taking a step forward, he blocked Jing Ci tightly behind him, and said lightly, "I did it."