As each day passed, the learning intensity of the training team continued to increase.
There is a four-and-a-half-hour exam every other day. After the exam, I have a meal before continuing to study. There is no free time at all.
At the beginning, Wang Qiong would complain to Jing Ji, but in the end, he didn't even have the energy to complain. After returning to the dormitory at night, I hurriedly washed up, didn't want to say a word, and fell asleep almost instantly on the bed.
However, this kind of persistent fatigue does not disappear after a short sleep, but accumulates and accumulates psychologically. As a result, the atmosphere of the training team became depressing as the time went by.
A lot of energy consumption made Jing Ci eat a lot, and even changed his habit of not eating too much in the morning, and he had to find extra snacks to pad his stomach after returning home at night. But even so, he still lost weight.
After handing in the paper for the last time, Jing Ci heaved a long sigh of relief.
The other people in the classroom were like him, as if they were finally relieved of their burden, they lay down on the table in relief.
Obviously it was time to go out to eat, but for a while, no one moved.
The test papers of the training team are not distributed to the team members, and the teacher does not know how to explain the papers. No one knows how well they did before the final results came out.
Jing Ci put away the pen, straightened the pen case without even tilting it, and walked to Wang Qiong's seat: "Go to eat?"
"Give me a hand." Wang Qiong slumped limply on the chair, and raised an arm at Jingci.
Jing Ci laughed, stretched out his hand and pulled him up: "Let's go."
Wang Qiong nodded and walked out side by side with him.
The moment she stepped out of the classroom, Wang Qiong suddenly let out an "ah" without warning, as if she had finally come to her senses, and said pleasantly, "It's over after getting through today!"
Each exam of the training team is in the morning, and they have two self-study sessions in the afternoon and evening. Tomorrow morning will be the closing ceremony. At the same time, the closing ceremony will announce a round of selection lists. After the closing ceremony, you can leave the team and leave.
"En." Jing Ci responded. During the training camp, he really drained all his energy and brought out his full potential, so no matter what the result was, he could accept it calmly.
"I want to go home quickly and sleep with him for three days and three nights." Wang Qiong stretched out her fat palm and looked at Jing Ci: "I think I'm all thin, it's too tortured."
He sighed: "It turns out that people are pushed into a hurry, and even the fat can give you concessions."
"I want to go home too." Jing Ci raised the curtain and walked into the cafeteria.
In the first few days, he still had time to call Yingjiao and say a few words. Later, I could only contact via WeChat, and often it took Yingjiao to post for several hours before he had time to reply.
He really wanted to win arrogance too much, thinking that even if he was surrounded by mathematics, he couldn't forget this feeling.
"Don't forget to contact me in the future." Wang Qiong quickly went to the window to order a meal, waited beside Jing Ci with the plate, and told him: "We are not only comrades-in-arms, but we will be in the same school and department in the future."
"Of course not." Jing Ci asked the aunt at the window to add two meals for him, and walked towards the dining table with Wang Qiong.
"Hey, how did you spend your third year in high school?" Wang Qiong stuffed a piece of pork ribs into her mouth, and looked at Jing Ci curiously: "Anyway, I don't plan to stay in school all the time, I just go to order a dick once in a while, and the rest of the time Play games at home and make up for all the things I missed all these years."
Jing Ci had never thought about this question before.
He thought about it carefully, and said, "Continue to class."
But the focus should change from learning to urging Yingjiao to learn.
Thinking of Yingjiao, Jing Ci couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
Watching Wang Qiong almost doubted herself, is going to school really so happy? Or is there something special about their school in Donghai Province
Jing Ji was calmly waiting for the result of the selection, but the Jing family on the other side was not so harmonious.
After the news broke that the ex-wife gave birth to a son with no living expenses, Father Jing couldn't stand the strange looks from his colleagues, so he applied for resignation with the leader.
Although Father Jing is considered a middle-level member in the company, he is not irreplaceable. The leadership quickly agreed to his application and recruited new people during his transition.
When Father Jing left his job, he wanted to change to a company where no one knew him and start over. His current company has a good platform, and his normal job-hopping salary will basically increase a lot.
But he underestimated the power of public opinion.
Jing Ci looks good, has good grades, and is the first contestant in Donghai Province to enter the national training team. He is a good role model for all students. Such a child that all parents in the country wanted was abused by his own father. Such contrasting news, how can it not be impressive.
At least in the Internet industry where information spreads rapidly, father Jing is on the blacklist.
Who dares to recruit someone who can be so cruel to his own son? What if one day I accidentally offended him and poisoned the water dispenser in the office
The salary level of the Internet industry is relatively high, the corporate culture is free, and the benefits are good. People who have worked in Internet companies cannot adapt to other industries at all.
In this way, Father Jing began his long journey of unemployed. And since he stopped working and making money, the conflict with Zhao Jinfeng gradually became apparent.
Therefore, the Jing family has been flying around during this time. There is a small quarrel in two days, and a big quarrel in three days. Not to mention, Father Jing lost face with Jing Ci, so he became ruthless and vowed to train another Tsinghua and Peking University student, so Jing Miao suffered.
Not to mention being stared at studying every day, even the original entertainment time is gone.
Jing Miao was already in a rebellious period, and under such strict supervision by Jing's father, her grades not only did not improve, but dropped a lot.
On this day, Jing Miao couldn't help but secretly went to the high school forum to read about Jing Ci's news. As soon as she opened a post, Jing's father snatched her phone away.
"You still have the face to play with your phone with such a low score in the final exam?" Jing's father looked at Jing Miao angrily: "Hurry up and go back to your room to do your homework!"
With a sullen face, Jing Miao threw the pillow on the ground, and went back beating.
"This child, the older he gets, the more shameless he becomes." Father Jing complained, looking down at the phone screen.
Father Jing sneered, and put the phone on the coffee table.
Zhao Jinfeng happened to see it, frowned and said, "Why are you losing your temper?"
"It's okay." Father Jing wiped his face: "I saw someone talking about the training team, and said that Jing Ji would definitely enter the next round."
Father Jing said contemptuously, "Just him?"
Since being ridiculed by Teacher Liu last time, Jing's father has made up a lot of knowledge about math competitions, and finally figured out what stage Jing Ci is in.
"Isn't it just a bad competition, and he is still considered a treasure." Zhao Jinfeng was so jealous that he said sourly: "See what he will do if he loses this time."
This time when the relatives came to pay New Year's greetings during the Spring Festival, they all inquired about Jing Ci's news overtly and secretly, and no one cared about Jing Miao at all. Zhao Jinfeng was so angry that he didn't eat all day, and he wished that Jing Ci would have an accident immediately and fall from the clouds.
"I don't believe he can continue to have shit luck this time!"
There are quite a few people who have the same idea as Zhao Jinfeng, and of course there are also people who sincerely hope for Jing Ci to be good.
The last day of Jing Ci's training camp happened to be the 17th day of the first lunar month, the second day of the provincial experiment.
After the second period of get out of class in the morning, He Porridge and others rushed to Yingjiao's side and asked him, "Brother Jiao, Brother Ci, is the opening and closing ceremony already in progress?"
"En." Yingjiao clicked on the browser, and while searching the webpage for news related to the closing ceremony of the training team, he said, "It starts at nine o'clock."
"Ah." Zheng Que looked up at the wall clock: "It's already been twenty-five minutes!"
He wanted to say something more, but Chen Miaomiao suddenly ran over with his mobile phone excitedly, and knocked him aside: "Ah! I found a post about the first round of selection for the live training team!"
Yingjiao immediately looked up at her: "Send me the URL."
This post was posted by a player who was on the same training team as Jing Ci. Although he was participating in the closing ceremony, he couldn't calm down because the results were about to be announced. He simply went to the competition forum and posted a post to give back to the public. By the way Calm down.
[Wait, the host is a good person, I wish the host a good grade.]
[It is now 9:26. According to previous years, it should be out within ten minutes.]
[My players from the Big Dipper Province, come on! What kind of dark horse is Donghai Province, you are!]
[It's over after a while, it's strange, there are no people from Donghai Province in the post, aren't you full of confidence?]
[I heard that because the results of the international competitions in previous years were not very good, this year's questions are particularly difficult.]
"The question is difficult." Even though he didn't understand anything, He Porridge still became nervous: "Wouldn't Brother Ci be at a disadvantage?"
"Brother Ci is definitely fine." Brainless fan Wu Weicheng slapped the table confidently and said, "If it's going to be difficult, brother Ci is afraid of them?"
He Porridge came to a sudden: "That's right. I'm not in the mood right now, otherwise I'll clean up all the idiots in the post by myself."
A few people were found to watch the wind at the door in turn. The students of Class 7 gathered at Yingjiao's table, chatting, and refreshing the posts with their mobile phones waiting for the results.
However, I don't know what's going on, and the results of this year have not been announced for a long time.
Not only the people in the post couldn't wait, but the students in Class Seven were also anxious.
"Damn, if you don't come out, you will have class, and the next class will be Lao Liu's class!"
"There are sixty people in their training team, right? It takes so long to achieve the results of sixty people? What efficiency is this! Even Lao Liu can't compare with a single finger!"
"Damn, I'm more anxious than waiting for my own grades, come out quickly..."
But the judges obviously didn't hear their voices, and the results didn't come out four minutes before class. Three minutes, two minutes, still nothing came out.
The people in class seven lost their patience and put down their phones one after another.
"Let's go away, it seems that we have to wait a little longer."
"This is really a delay, hey."
Yingjiao ignored them, his eyes were fixed on the screen, maintaining a refresh rate of a few seconds. Finally, one minute before class, he immediately saw the shortlist for the second phase of the national training team posted by the host.
Under the big red title, it is clearly printed——
Jing Ci is a sophomore in Donghai Provincial Experimental High School.
Yingjiao couldn't help laughing, his Jing Ci was really powerful and uplifting.
He Porridge's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the content on the phone screen, and immediately stood up excitedly: "My mother!!! Come out!!! Brother Ci has entered! Entered the second round!"
The classroom was silent for a second, then cheers and applause almost knocked the ceiling down.
"Ahh! Why is my male god so powerful!"
"My day, Brother Ci is awesome."
"One nineteenth! Goodbye brother."
"Brother Ci is amazing, our school leaders are probably going crazy with joy."
The class bell has rang for a minute, but everyone didn't notice, and kept talking excitedly. Fortunately, Mr. Liu didn't know if something happened, so he never came.
After He Porridge and the others had vented their anger, they calmed down a little, and suddenly discovered Huadian: "Speaking of which, Brother Ci won't be going to school anymore?"
"Damn it!" Zheng Que, a game madman, had red eyes with envy: "Is it so chic? You don't need to get up early, you don't need to do questions, and you can play games at home every day. Isn't this too comfortable?"
Yingjiao glanced at him: "Why don't you come?"
"No." Zheng Que didn't understand: "Brother Ci was recommended, and now he only needs to learn Mathematical Olympiad, there is no need to come to school at all."
He Porridge nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's not necessary."
Yingjiao clicked on WeChat and sent a message to Jing Ci, put down the phone, raised his eyebrows and said, "It is necessary."
He glanced at He Porridge and the others, and said slowly, "If you don't come—how can I show you my affection."
He Porridge Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."