The days passed quickly, and when Jing Ci was seriously preparing for the competition, July came quietly.
The third year of high school had already finished the college entrance examination and was completely liberated. The bustling courtyard in the past was completely quiet, and even the crowded canteen was quite empty.
The final exam is just around the corner, and the students in the first and second grades are suffering a lot more than usual, and there are many people studying under the covers with a flashlight after the lights are turned off at night. And Jing Ci was finally about to set off to participate in the international mathematics competition.
There are six days in the international competition.
The first day is the opening ceremony, and the next two days are exams. After that, there will be two days for the judges to mark the papers, and the last day will be the closing ceremony and dinner.
In some countries, in order to let the team members overcome jet lag and maintain the best condition, they will arrive about a week earlier, but Jing Ci and the others only arrive one day earlier.
Before that, Jing Ci still needed to go to the imperial capital to meet up with other team members, and then the team leader would take Unity to fly to the UK.
He only stayed in the UK for about a week, and Jing Ci didn't take much with him when he left. I just carried a 24-inch small suitcase, everything in it is necessities, even the clothes are just enough to change and wash. The only thing he didn't want to lose, which he didn't want to use, were the photos of Yingjiao in the middle of the box.
"Brother, I'm leaving." At the door of the apartment, Jing Ci held the handle of the suitcase, turned around and said to Yingjiao as easily as possible: "You go back."
This time, he still rejected Yingjiao's proposal to send him to the airport, and resolutely refused to say goodbye to him.
"What's the matter?" Yingjiao pulled him into the door again, looked down at his expression carefully, and said softly: "Can't bear to part with me?"
Fearing that Yingjiao was worried, Jing Ci wanted to deny it. But for some reason, the full explanation came to his lips, but in the end there was only one word "um".
I was really reluctant, and a little scared. Every parting or reunion between them, nothing good happened.
"I can't bear you either," Yingjiao stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, pulled him to sit down on the sofa, and teased deliberately: "I wish I could make you smaller and put it in my pocket, so that you will follow me all the time." .”
Jing Ci couldn't help laughing.
"I didn't tell you before, did I?" Ying Jiao peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into Jing Ci's mouth, and said softly, "I went to the place where you competed when I was young."
Jing Ci's eyes lit up instantly: "Really?!"
The knowledge of going to the place where Yingjiao had been made him feel a lot better.
"Yeah." Yingjiao leaned on the sofa, twiddling his fingers lazily: "But basically I don't have any impression, you can take a few more photos and send them to me, maybe I can remember."
Jing Ci immediately assured: "Okay."
"So don't think too much, just treat it as helping me find memories," Yingjiao touched his forehead with his forehead and looked into his eyes: "Go happily, and then come back happily, I will Waiting for you at home."
Jing Ci's heart was suddenly sour and sweet, and he nodded vigorously: "I will."
"I promise to do it, otherwise..." Yingjiao raised his chin and said lightly, "I will really be rough on you at that time."
Vigorous
Jing Ci looked up at him in disbelief.
Yingjiao licked his lower lip and said in a low voice, "Below the waist."
Jing Ci's breath was suffocated, and he blushed and hummed.
Yingjiao chuckled, bowed his head and kissed him.
"Brother, you..." After the kiss was over, Jing Ji's ears turned red. He looked at Yingjiao's thin lips, and whispered: "My sugar..."
Yingjiao fiddled with the candy in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, probably because he snatched it, and it always felt extra sweet. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ci, and said badly: "You are the one who robbed, why, don't you let me go?"
"...No." He...he just likes Yingjiao robbing him like this!
Jing Ci lowered her eyes a little shyly: "Let it go."
He was so obedient that Yingjiao didn't want to let him go.
Yingjiao closed his eyes, barely restraining the reluctance in his heart. Hugged him, and then solemnly whispered in his ear: "Jingshen, come on."
Jing Ci and the others were short on time. After the six team members had gathered in the imperial capital that day, the team leader held a small meeting for them.
"You should all know the process of the competition, but I still have to explain it again." The team leader sat on the sofa, took a sip of water, and said, "The exam is divided into two days, from 9 am to 1:30 pm every day, a total of four days. One and a half hours. Three questions each time, 7 points for each question, and a full score of 42 points."
I saw that the team members were listening carefully, and none of them deserted. The team leader nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "You are all on the road of competition, so you also know our country's competition results in the past four years."
In the past, many people called the International Mathematics Contest the Chinese World Cup. Without him, it is only because the Hua Guo team is too strong, occupying the first place every year, so that other countries can only look forward to the championship and sigh.
In recent years, however, the situation has reversed. Prior to this, Huaguo had not won the first place for four consecutive years.
"I'm not saying this to put pressure on you," the team leader smiled: "I just want you to remember this situation and do your best. It's better to be ashamed, and you can't and don't have to doubt yourself. This is the current environment of our country's Mathematical Olympiad. It's not about you personally."
Having said that, after he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room was still tense.
Seeing this, the team leader stood up and stretched out a hand to the team members: "You are all elites among the elites, I won't say much else, just two words at the end: Come on!"
Jing Ci and Wang Qiong looked at each other, and stood up with the other team members. Stretching out his hand and stacking it on the back of the leader's hand, he took a deep breath: "Come on!"
The next morning, while Yingjiao got up for school, Jing Ci boarded the plane to England.
After eleven hours of flight, it finally landed at twelve noon local time.
There was someone at the airport to pick them up. It was the team leader teacher who came three days in advance.
For each international mathematics competition, at least two team leaders will be arranged. One person is responsible for leading the team, and the other is responsible for overseas related affairs.
Although the distance between seats on international flights is relatively large, it is still unbearable to sit for a day. Jing Ci and the others were extremely tired, and because of the jet lag, their heads were groggy and they couldn't lift their spirits up at all. After a hasty meal at the hotel, they went back to their rooms to rest.
At the same time, domestic news about this mathematics competition has gradually become more popular.
Although the Olympiad circle is small, few people pay attention to domestic competitions. However, international competitions involving national honor are different. Not only the major media rushed to report on the event, but also many people discussed it on the forum.
[I wish the Chinese team win the championship!]
[Support Jing Ci, the pride of our Donghai Province!]
[The previous line took up a hole, senior Wang Qiong, come on!]
[I passed the exams in the previous exams like that, so why don't you keep a low profile this time? Ha ha.]
[Where did you buy the keyboard upstairs? Very useful, please post a link. If you have the ability, you go! I don't need to say how difficult the Olympiad is, right? It's great to be able to participate, isn't it?]
[Tell me how much did you score in the math test in high school? This gives you what you can.]
[The development of Mathematical Olympiad is not emphasized in China now, so it is only natural that the grades decline. Friendship comes first, competition comes second.]
[The most important thing is to participate! Participation is important!]
Except for a very few keyboard warriors, most netizens are still very friendly. After all, being able to represent a country in the International Olympiad is already a level that ordinary people look up to.
As for the ranking, of course it is very important. But because of the achievements of previous years, no one dared to hold out much hope. And these laymen are just watching the excitement, so what ky does is just cheer for the players.
Therefore, the overall atmosphere of the post was very peaceful, and later even began to be infatuated with Jingci's appearance.
Jing Ji didn't see the news on the Internet. In order to adjust the time difference, he reported Yingjiao's safety and never touched his phone again.
Forcing himself to rest was still effective, and by the opening ceremony the next day, his spirit had almost recovered.
The opening ceremony is only held in the morning, and the afternoon is free time. Because the next day was the exam, after lunch, the team leader was afraid that everyone would be too excited to come to the UK for the first time, and after emphasizing twice that they are not allowed to run around, they were released.
"What about Jingci? My heart is pounding right now." Don't look at Wang Qiong's joyously calling for a tour at public expense when he came, but when it's time for the game, let alone go out to play, he can't even lie down.
"My mom keeps sending me messages. Don't be nervous, focus on participating." Wang Qiong scratched her hair desperately, and broke down: "This...doesn't this imply that I can't get good grades? It's just that, the more I look at it, the more my mentality explodes. "
Jing Ci's heartbeat was also a little faster, but he was more excited about finding his opponent.
He doesn't know how to comfort people, so after thinking about it, he remembered that his class collectively forwarded the koi for exam luck a few days ago, and said, "Why don't you go transfer a koi?"
"You reminded me!" Wang Qiong seemed to be grasping at a straw, and immediately took out her mobile phone, found pictures of koi fish, signs on Weibo, etc., retweeted ten of them in one breath, and then stopped.
"You don't turn?"
Jing Ji smiled and shook his head.
Wang Qiong just asked a casual question without going into details. While crazily liking Koi Weibo, he leaned close to Jing Ci and said in a low voice, "You said... If we don't do well this time, will we be scolded by netizens? We were scolded in the last session damn."
"Just don't look at it." Jing Ci never cared about other people's gazes: "Our grades have nothing to do with them."
"Although..." Wang Qiong scratched her head, "But I'm still a little nervous."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it, the negative energy is too heavy." He sighed and changed the subject: "Speaking of today's opening ceremony, did you notice the way those foreign teams looked at us?"
"No."
"I know you didn't see it." Wang Qiong said angrily: "It's almost written on your face that you look down on us, I am! Why are they? When did their main force not come from Chinese?!"
The smile on Jing Ci's face gradually faded, and he pursed his lower lip: "So we must adjust the jet lag today, and be in the best state for the exam tomorrow."
"Fight!" Wang Qiong gritted his teeth and threw the phone aside: "I'm going to rest now!"
That night, Jing Ci had a good night's sleep. Woke up the next morning with a clear mind and full of energy.
After washing up, Wang Qiong went to the corridor to call his mother, and finally asked for comfort. After Jing Ci made sure that he would not be back for a while, he opened the suitcase and took out Yingjiao's photo. After rubbing it for a long time, I finally kissed it lightly.
Why not forward koi
He does not need it.
Winning pride is the greatest luck in his life.
The corners of Jing Ci's lips were slightly raised, and he put the photo back with great care. After having breakfast, he stepped into the examination room in high spirits.
The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write until the results came out, but the hand speed is too sloppy and I didn’t write it... Tomorrow there will be more_(:з」∠)_
If Brother Jiao knows that Cici is looked down upon by foreigners—
Brother Jiao: Hehe, with the strength of a negative score, he has a heart of a perfect score.