The timing of the two was very accurate. When they returned to the classroom, there were still ten minutes left for evening self-study.
As soon as Jing Ci entered the door, he received a warm welcome. Some of them had a good relationship with him, and even took out their mobile phones to take a few photos of him.
It's not that people are crazy, the main reason is that after Jing Ci joined the national team, he can almost be regarded as a legend in the student circle of Donghai Province. Since the announcement of the roster at noon yesterday, the news about him on the Internet has not stopped.
The students in Class 7 all had a sense of pride—the person who was featured in the newspaper and posted on the Internet was my classmate/friend/front desk/back desk.
It's similar to getting acquainted with a celebrity. Of course, you need to keep a few more photos, so that you can talk about it with others in the future. Otherwise, after graduating from high school, everyone will be separated, and whether they can meet again will be a problem.
Although Yingjiao was not happy about Jing Ci being surrounded by a group of people and staring at him with scorching eyes, but he wanted Jing Ci to enjoy this feeling of being admired more, so he held back forcefully.
It wasn't until Wu Weicheng pulled a few people winkingly and insisted on lifting Jing Ci up, that Yingjiao pushed him aside with a cold face: "What are you talking about, Lao Liu is here."
Wu Weicheng is a real straight man of steel. Hearing this, he said firmly: "It's okay, Brother Jiao, I'm not afraid!"
Yingjiao looked at him with a smile: "Oh, are you afraid of being beaten by me?"
Wu Weicheng was taken aback, he didn't understand where he had offended the school bully again, so he shrugged and slipped away, Jing Ci was able to return to his seat.
Yingjiao threw the remaining box of mango halberds to He Porridge behind him, sat in Li Zhou's seat, and said with a smile, "Give them face."
He Porridge is not particular about a thief and doesn't understand the principle of cannibalism at all. While distributing the halberds to Peng Chengcheng and Zheng Que, he said gloatingly: "Some people look glamorous on the surface, but they are actually jealous behind their backs. "
Yingjiao glanced at him, and said lightly: "For the sake of your mother's solo, you are right."
He Congee: "..."
He Porridge stuffed the whole mango slice into his mouth in one gulp, chewed and sneered: "I just love being single, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing." Yingjiao propped his chin lazily, and hooked his lips: "Come on, you must stick to your hobbies for the next ten or twenty years. It doesn't matter if you are in love or not, and it doesn't matter if you get married or not. The most important thing is Keep it personal."
He Congee: "..."
How old was he then, is this cursing him for a lifetime? !
He Porridge was so angry that his face was livid, he took out the remaining halberd, and threw a box at him: "Shut up!"
Yingjiao caught it easily, stuffed it into the garbage bag, and stopped joking with him. Instead, he turned to Jing Ci and said softly: "Don't come to school these two days, you've been tired for so long, please take a break?"
Jing Ci lost a lot of weight during the first round of selection, and never regained weight. This time, the chin is even more pointed. The international competition is just in July. Yingjiao knows that he has a tight schedule and heavy tasks, but he still can't help feeling sorry for him.
Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, but said nothing.
"Not much, just a few days." Seeing this, Yingjiao persuaded: "Sleep well and make up for what you lacked before, or your body won't be able to take it."
Jing Ci's condition is really not very good now, he is very tired both physically and mentally. He thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Then ask for two days."
Yingjiao was startled, then laughed: "Okay."
Looking at Jing Ci's posture, those who didn't know thought he was going to invite him for twenty days.
Before the bell rang, the students in class seven were chatting and looking at their mobile phones. Yingjiao looked around, saw that no one was paying attention to them, and whispered: "Come home with me tonight?"
Jing Ci didn't agree immediately, he struggled for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll live in the dormitory."
Although Yingjiao touched him now, he only felt a little pain. But when Yingjiao gets along with him, he still pays great attention. Apart from the kiss at the flower bed just now, the two had no other contact.
There is only one bed at home, and he has gone, where will Yingjiao sleep
Seeing what he was thinking, Yingjiao tapped his forehead lightly with a pen: "The sofa is so wide, it can't fit me?" Fearing that Jing Ci would disagree, he raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "What's the matter? Jingshen, do you despise your ex-boyfriend?"
Jing Ci, who has always been obedient to Yingjiao, and even tolerated his dirty words, frowned for the first time: "Brother, don't talk nonsense."
Yingjiao's heart softened, and he apologized to him: "It was my fault, my brain went crazy."
Jing Ci lowered his eyes: "It's okay."
What Yingjiao said was right, but he just didn't like to hear it.
"Then do you want to go?" Yingjiao moved closer, and said softly: "Actually, there are many houses with several rooms, but I just want to stay with you."
Jing Ji couldn't stand Ying Jiao talking to him in such a low voice, before his brain could react, he automatically agreed: "Okay."
Yingjiao smiled, didn't say any more, got up and gave up his seat to Li Zhou.
The two of them had a good discussion, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.
During the evening self-study, Teacher Liu came over and told Jing Ci that he needed to cooperate with the school leaders to take a few photos tomorrow, and then he had to accept a few short interviews to make him mentally prepared.
It's the end of March now, and the high school entrance examination will be in June, so it's almost time to prepare for the admissions promotion. In previous years, the provincial experiment used all the data of the college entrance examination. The teachers in the admissions office were tired of doing it, and the parents were also tired of watching it.
But this year is different, Jingci is just a living sign, not using it is simply a waste of resources.
Teacher Liu said so, but Jing Ji didn't say anything if he wanted to ask for leave. The school treated him well and helped him a lot in every aspect. Therefore, within the scope of his ability, he is willing to cooperate with the school's arrangements.
But after Yingjiao found out, he almost rushed out to find Teacher Liu, but was stopped by Jing Ci.
So, after the training camp, Jing Ci fell into a new round of busyness.
Not to mention taking pictures with various people every day, different forms of interviews also come one after another. In Zheng Que's words: "My brother Ci is now in our province, no different from a celebrity."
And just when Jing Ci had made great achievements and attracted the attention of thousands of people, Qiao Anyan once again embarked on the old path of his previous life.
When he first came into contact with online gambling, he kept reminding himself that it would not be easy to do it all over again, and he must not repeat the same mistakes in his life.
After winning a few times, Qiao Anyan gradually lost his vigilance. Anyway, the money in hand comes for nothing, if you win, you earn it, if you lose, you don’t feel bad, and it’s okay to play a few more times to enjoy yourself.
But how could he be so rational, in the end, not only did he lose the money he won at the beginning, but he also borrowed online loans in order to raise money for gambling.
No one with a little brain would touch things like online loans. But Qiao Anyan has already lost his eyes, and he doesn't care about so much, so that the more money he owes...
Although he has lived two lifetimes, his sense of responsibility has not been cultivated much. Looking at the arrears on the screen of the mobile phone, and listening to the threat of debt collection, he left everything and ran away.
So, after Jing Ci joined the national team, Qiao Anyan created another big news for the provincial experiment.
"Fuck! He really went to gamble!" Zheng Que couldn't believe it and turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Old Peng, you are still awesome!"
Peng Chengcheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Anyone can guess."
Zheng Que, who is not human: "..."
Zheng Que is not in the mood to fight with him now, he is burning with gossip all over his body: "I don't understand why he won so much at that time, why didn't he know how to stop?"
Yingjiao next to him sneered, how could a person like Qiao Anyan who couldn't help being tempted know how to stop in moderation.
In fact, he really didn't do anything, he just found someone to tell him how much money he won a few times in front of him. Who knew that such a straight hook could catch big fish.
"Aren't you in a hurry to bet?" He Congee said while eating spicy noodles, "Didn't the chairman of the mobile phone in China lose 10 billion in Macau?"
"It's amazing." Zheng Que grabbed a spicy stick from him and sighed: "I don't really understand their gamblers' thinking."
After Qiao Anyan's matter was hotly discussed in school for two days, it gradually fell silent.
The month-end holiday is about to begin, and this time it coincides with the Ching Ming Festival, so there will be a total of three days. Everyone was thinking about going home, and they were all related to him, and at most sighed a few words, and put the matter behind them.
In the evening, Yingjiao finally brought Jing Ci home.
"Go to sleep after taking a shower, don't read books." Yingjiao sat on the sofa, looked at his thin face, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why do our school teachers force so many things? I haven't seen you until I'm tired." What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Jing Ci put the schoolbag aside neatly, comforting Yingjiao: "Just take a few photos, pose for a pose or something, brother, don't worry."
photo? Yingjiao's heart suddenly moved. Speaking of which, he still owed Jingci something.
"Baby," Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes, and moved to Jing Ci's side: "Don't you want my nude photos? I'll get them for you?"
It's clearly a photo of him when he was a child, but he wants to say it so ambiguously.
Jing Ci's face was a little feverish, he lowered his head to cover it up, but couldn't help looking forward to it.
Xiao Ying is proud.
Maybe a little fatter than now, maybe still round. But his facial features are so good-looking, even so, he must be the most beautiful little boy.
Thinking of this, Jing Ji's heart suddenly softened like cotton. He nodded and urged in a low voice: "Then, hurry up then."
Yingjiao didn't want to bully him at first, so it can be seen that he is itchy in his heart. He licked his lower lip and said in a low voice: "If you come, you have to go. After you have seen mine, do you have to let me see yours?"
Jing Ci was a simple child, and said honestly after hearing the words: "I don't have any photos of my childhood."
"Who wants to see that?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows, and under Jing Ji's puzzled eyes, he gently blew into his ear: "There are no nude photos, live-action versions are fine."
Jing Ci's face turned red.
"Baby," Yingjiao approached him and asked forcefully, "Can you do it?"
Jing Ji's heart was beating fast, and his mouth was a little dry. Rao has been with Yingjiao for so long, but he is still not used to his yellow accent.
But he loves Yingjiao so much, he wants to make Yingjiao happy, no matter what method he uses, as long as he can do it.
Jing Ci didn't dare to raise his eyes, he suppressed the embarrassment in his heart, and said inaudibly: "Okay."
The more obedient he is, the more Yingjiao wants to play tricks.
"Then tonight..." Yingjiao breathed heavily and demanded aggressively, "Can you make it yourself for me?"
Jing Ji's neck was red now, he lowered his head, and after a while, he replied in a low voice: "Okay.
Yingjiao actually wanted to tease him, but who knew he really agreed.
Don't waste the benefits you pick up. Yingjiao stood up abruptly, leaving a sentence: "I'll go find a photo." Then he strode into the study.
His mother took many photos of him when he was a child. Later, after his mother passed away, Yingjiao seldom took out these photos, and he didn't quite remember where they were all put.
"Fuck, I can see it every day if I don't look for it deliberately, but it disappears when I look for it." Yingjiao cursed and threw the household registration book on the table, and continued to search in the bookcase.
He accidentally used too much strength, and a red property right certificate fell from above.
Yingjiao was startled, his real estate certificates were all put together, so this is the house he sent Jing Ci to? Recalling the scene at that time, Yingjiao smiled and couldn't help flipping through.
When he saw the owner of the house, Yingjiao was stunned.
The name above is not Jing Ci, but him.
Recalling Jing Ci's busy time, Yingjiao's fingers tightened, and he suddenly understood everything. He didn't want this house from the beginning, but he couldn't refuse it in front of his face, so he secretly transferred the house back without telling him.
Yingjiao took a deep breath, does Jing Ji have to be so clear with himself
Is the relationship between the two of them not close enough now or what? Yingjiao was upset, picked up the account book and wanted to put it back, but flipped it unconsciously. He frowned, and was about to close...
Yingjiao's eyes widened suddenly.
On the second page of the household registration book, which should have been completely blank, in the column of the name, there are two words clearly printed at this time——
Jingci.
The author has something to say: small theater, household registration book: But it's my turn to play, I'm suffocating!