Zheng Que has the thickest heart among them. Normally, he wouldn't care how much Ying Jiao and Jing Ci show affection to each other. If he has that time, he might as well lower his head and play a game.

But today he had something on his mind and was a little unhappy. He wanted to divert his attention, so he was the first to speak. Unexpectedly, Ying Jiao pouted him back after just two words.

Zheng Que sat down again, depressedly took a big mouthful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ying Jiao chatted with Jing Ci for a while and felt refreshed. He grabbed a piece of Okonomiyaki and was about to put down his phone and continue eating. When he saw Zheng Que's depressed face, he paused and clicked on his phone again.

I typed a few numbers and sent them to Zheng Que in a private message.

Zheng Que didn't understand for a moment, thinking that he was going to do something sexy again, and asked warily: "Brother Jiao, what does this mean?"

"The code for the door lock." Yingjiao took a sip of hot pomelo-flavored black tea and said casually: "Have you been to my house in Cen Yue Bay? That's the code for the door lock there."

Zheng Que felt a lump in his throat and his eye circles were almost red.

His parents didn't have a good relationship. They had a big fight for three days and a small fight for five days. He actually went home tonight, but he couldn't stand the quarreling and throwing things in the house, so he ran out again.

He didn't want to stay in that home for a second longer.

"Brother Jiao, I..." Zheng Que sniffed, moved his lips, and muttered something to say. But they were used to hurting each other, and they couldn't say those emotional words at all.

"Eat." Yingjiao interrupted him and said calmly: "You can stay as long as you want. Don't worry, it's my mother's house and it has nothing to do with the winner."

Last year, Yingjiao and Zheng Que made an appointment to play at the villa in Haoyue Bay. Unexpectedly, Yingshengjun came over with a woman.

Although Yingjiao kicked Yingshengjun out in the end, his mood was almost ruined.

"Thank you, Brother Jiao." Zheng Que silently recited the password several times, kept it in his heart, and thanked Ying Jiao.

Yingjiao nodded and said nothing more.

On the other side, after chatting with Yingjiao for a while, Jing Ci felt much better. He packed his things, and like last time, he lay on the bed and did most of his homework, then went to the bathroom, took a shower and went to sleep.

The next day, there was a gathering among relatives of the Jing family, and the venue was at the Jing family.

Jing's father's parents have long since passed away, and there are not many people in his hometown. Those who come are all relatives from Zhao Jinfeng's side.

Zhao Jinfeng is a local, and his family's conditions are quite good. When Jing's father bought the house where they live now, Zhao Jinfeng's family provided the down payment.

She has three sisters in total, and they are not much different in age from each other. The children she gave birth to are only four years apart at most, so they can barely be considered the same age.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, several sisters from the Zhao family came with their husbands and children.

Jing's father and Zhao Jinfeng had already bought the vegetables and were busy working in the kitchen. But just like that, Jing's father did not forget to call Jing Ci out and asked him to accompany Jing Miao in the living room.

Jing Miao had a good relationship with several of his cousins, and they soon started chatting, deliberately leaving Jing Ci aside.

The voices of several people were whispering, and they would gather together to talk from time to time. Their eyes could not help but glance towards Jing Ci with mocking eyes.

Jing Ci was too lazy to pay attention to their little tricks and sat on the end of the sofa silently reviewing mathematical formulas in his mind.

Sister Zhao glanced at him and whispered to the second sister Zhao: "Look at that, I finally look like a human being this time."

Second Sister Zhao sneered: "The embroidered pillow is just a straw bag. What's the use of just looking good."

Sister Zhao took a kiwi fruit and peeled it while saying: "Yes, just like his mother. Speaking of his mother, let me tell you, I met that woman on the road last time."

Third Sister Zhao likes gossip the most. After hearing this, she immediately joined the conversation: "What's wrong?"

Sister Zhao took a bite of the kiwi fruit and said: "You don't know, that arrogant girl, wearing a red skirt and carrying a Prada on her back, walked past me arrogantly, holding her daughter in one hand and her husband in the other.

It seems like I went to a jewelry store to buy a necklace."

Once the women started gossiping, they would forget the occasion, and several people's voices became louder involuntarily.

Jing Ci was beside him and heard their conversation clearly.

From time to time until now, this is the first time Jing Ji has heard about the situation of his original mother.

"I'm living a good life now." Sister Zhao said with a sour tone, "I can't help it. If you're good-looking, that's what men do."

Second Sister Zhao still had a cold face: "She is just wearing a good skin with a dark heart. She cheated on her child before she was even one year old. How can such a woman be considered a human being?"

"You said that she is also a cruel mother. They are both in the same city and live not far from each other. She has never let her son stay at her house for a day, nor has she bought anything for her son."

Third Sister Zhao listened with great interest. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly caught Jing Ci's gaze.

She coughed a little awkwardly and quickly changed the topic abruptly.

At around twelve o'clock, a table of food was set. The men sat together and exchanged cups, while the women secretly showed off their husbands and children.

Several children of the Zhao sisters are very successful. Sister Zhao's son just passed the local 211 test this year. The sons of the second sister Zhao and the third sister Zhao are the same age. They are in the first year of high school in two key high schools in the city, and their grades are not bad.

Sister Zhao took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, and said proudly: "This is all based on the experience of people who have been there. When children enter college, they must not take the ordinary one. Otherwise, they will suffer a big loss when they take the postgraduate entrance examination and find a job."

She glanced back and forth between Jing Ci and Jing Miao, and said, "Miaomiao's grades are good. If she keeps up her performance, she will hopefully be like your brother. Jing Ci..."

She laughed inexplicably: "Auntie doesn't ask too much of you in terms of grades. Just don't cause trouble to your parents."

Zhao Jinfeng choked suddenly and quickly winked at Sister Zhao.

She was the person who hated Jing Ci's good performance the most. Jing Ci's grades got better, which made Zhao Jinfeng feel aggrieved and panicked during this time.

Who would have thought that when that little bastard like a second-rate kid really made up his mind and started working hard, his results would be so good?

Originally, with the two children in her family, she had to crush Jing Ci in every aspect. But now, let alone Jing Miao, even her eldest nephew who passed the 211 exam was beaten in front of Jing Ci.

The presence.

After all, this was not a shameful thing, so Zhao Jinfeng didn't tell her sisters, and she didn't expect that she would fall over at this moment.

Sister Zhao didn't understand what she meant and continued: "You see how little you talk. How will you work after you graduate from high school? I don't want someone with your personality to be a waiter."

Jing Ci raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then took away the last braised duck wing she liked.

Sister Zhao, who was one step behind and stretched out her chopsticks: "..."

Second Sister Zhao also said: "Your aunt is right. If nothing else, your brother entered the top 50 in his grade last time he took the exam. There will definitely be no more 985 universities in the future. If you can't study well, you will have to go somewhere else..."

"Second sister!" Zhao Jinfeng's face turned red and he couldn't stand listening anymore: "Stop talking."

"What's the matter, Jinfeng?" Second Sister Zhao slowly put on disposable gloves, took a big bone, glanced at Jing's father who looked a little unnatural, and said: "You just have a lot of thoughts, worrying about this and that, but there are some

If you don’t say the words directly, the children will not understand. Just like Jing Ci, in his situation, he will not go to work after graduating from high school..."

Zhao Jinfeng took a deep breath and interrupted: "Second sister, Jing Ci's grades are pretty good."

As soon as she said this sentence, the eyes of everyone at the table turned to her instantly, with sympathy in their eyes.

As expected, it is difficult to be a stepmother. With Zhao Jinfeng's temper, it is rare for him to be able to describe Jing Ci's bad grades as good.

Sister Zhao was about to say something when Father Jing put down his chopsticks and said awkwardly: "Sister, second sister, Jing Ci's grades are pretty good now."

Neither Sister Zhao nor Second Sister Zhao believed it.

Third Sister Zhao even burst out laughing. She straightened her face: "Really? How many did you advance in this exam?"

With the behavior of this little beast, I'm afraid he went from last to last, maybe because he had diarrhea on the day of the last exam.

People all over the table looked at Jing's father.

Jing's father wiped his face, trying to make his face look as natural as possible, and said awkwardly: "Jing Ci ranked first in the school last time and participated in the National Mathematics League."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were gasps on the table.

"How can this be?"

"Positive, positive number?"

"First place in the whole grade in the provincial experiment?"

Father Jing nodded stiffly.

The three Zhao sisters immediately looked like ducks with their necks pinched. Their faces turned red and they could not utter a single word.

Even the younger members of their family looked at Jing Ci with wide eyes and their jaws dropped to the floor.

During the second half of this dinner party, the atmosphere was strange and quiet. After lunch, the three sisters, Sister Zhao, did not stay to chat or have afternoon tea or anything like they did in the past. Instead, they all quickly retreated on the pretext of having something to do.

Jing's father and Zhao Jinfeng's faces were even more burning. Even Jing Miao felt uncomfortable, so she told Jing's father and ran out.

Only Jing Ci returned to his small room like no one else, organized the homework he had finished and put it into his schoolbag. When he opened the zipper, his hand accidentally touched the mobile phone inside.

Jing Ci hesitated for a few seconds, took out his phone, brought up the WeChat interface, and was slightly lost in thought.

I don’t know what Yingjiao is doing now, whether he is doing his homework well...

Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone suddenly rang. Maybe he had a tacit understanding, and it happened to be Yingjiao's news.

[Jiao]: There is a question that I can’t do.

Jing Ci quickly replied——

[Scenery]: Which question? Take a picture and let me see.

[Jiao]: I would rather you tell me face to face.

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, then thought about his reply——

[Jing]: Then you save it first.

"I'll tell you after school starts" was still being typed when new news about Yingjiao came in.

[Jiao]: Little classmate, do you want to come to my house to do your homework?
To be continued...