The fourth period of Class 7 was chemistry class. Teacher Wang had just lectured on the stage for twenty minutes when there was a knock on the classroom door. Teacher Wang turned around and saw that it was Teacher Liu.

He put down the book and asked doubtfully: "Old Liu, what's wrong with you?"

"Sorry, find a student." Teacher Liu stood at the door, nodded to Teacher Wang, and then said with a dark face: "Yingjiao, come out!"

Yingjiao put down his pen, frowned impatiently, and walked out casually under the watchful eyes of the whole group.

"What's the matter with you?" As soon as the door closed, Teacher Liu could no longer suppress his anger. He patted the window sill in the corridor and roared: "Why did you go to Class 11 to cause trouble?! Qiao Anyan, how did you mess with you?

Is it worth it for you to be so cruel?!"

Yingjiao said casually: "I don't like him."

Teacher Liu was so angry that he fell down and sneered: "Hit someone if you don't like him? Then can others beat you if they don't like you?!"

"Okay," Yingjiao smiled nonchalantly: "Just come if you can."

"You..." Teacher Liu was choked so much that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He took a breath before continuing: "Okay, what's wrong with you? You two..."

Teacher Liu thought of Qiao Anyan's love letter to Ying Jiao before, paused, and said awkwardly: "He...he is pestering you again?"

"No." Yingjiao laughed: "Didn't I think he was too annoying and was afraid that he would be scolded, so I knocked him out first."

Teacher Liu:"……"

Teacher Liu was so angry that he slapped him in the face: "You speak human language to me!"

"It's okay." Yingjiao lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand, and said calmly: "I will pay for any damage. He can live in the VIP ward 365 days a year if he wants."

Teacher Liu frowned and looked Yingjiao up and down.

Yingjiao is not an unreasonable student. In fact, he is quite relieved about Yingjiao.

This student's words were a little off-key, but he was very measured in his heart.

Since he entered the school, although he has caused a lot of troubles, they are all harmless. Except for the time when he hit the teacher out of trouble, this is the first time he has attacked ordinary students for no reason.

Teacher Liu didn't think there was anything wrong with this, but Yingjiao didn't want to say anything, and he couldn't ask at all.

Call the parents? Then you will never know the reason for the rest of your life.

Teacher Liu had a headache: "You can't give the teacher an accurate answer? Why on earth?"

Ying Jiao still said the same thing: "I really don't like him."

Teacher Liu was very angry and stopped talking nonsense with him: "Okay! Then you go back and write a review for me! Eight hundred... no! Write me one thousand and five this time! If you can't write it well, rewrite it until it's done.

until!"

"Okay." Yingjiao simply agreed. Seeing that Teacher Liu was hesitant to speak, he asked, "Do you have anything else?"

"You..." Teacher Liu sighed and considered his words in his mind before saying, "I think you have worked very hard during this period. Don't ruin your future for a trivial matter."

Teacher Liu is really worried. He finally saw that Yingjiao has made progress. What if he returns to his original form because of Qiao Anyan?

"Don't worry." Yingjiao chuckled: "I can't."

He also wants to accompany his little classmate to get admitted to the best university.

"It's best." Teacher Liu gave him a warning look, said nothing more, and let him go back to the classroom.

Jing Ci didn't know what was going on in the school. After the opening ceremony in the morning and looking at the examination room, he and Zhou Chao followed Zhao Feng to the free exchange meeting in the afternoon.

All major famous schools have made roll-up banners for promotion, and they are placed in rows in the conference hall, which looks very exciting.

"It would be great if my grades were better," Zhou Chao looked at the contestants who were communicating with several college teachers and was filled with envy: "They are also booked into prestigious schools, right?"

Jing Ci found a seat and sat down, took out a pen and paper, and told the truth: "You can get into these schools without taking part in the competition."

Zhou Chao immediately became happy when he heard this: "Brother Ci, I love hearing what you said, hahahaha."

He sat down next to Jing Ci and asked him: "Brother Ci, which school do you want to go to?"

Jing Ci didn't hesitate at all and said directly: "Beida."

"Beijing University?" Zhou Chao was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it Tsinghua University?"

Many people in the provincial experimental mathematics competition class aimed at Tsinghua University. He thought Jing Ci was the same, but he didn't expect Jing Ci to target Peking University.

Jing Ci shook his head.

"What about majors?"

"math."

"You really like mathematics," Zhou Chao sighed: "Unlike me, I just want to use mathematics as a stepping stone and then go to Tsinghua Institute of Materials Science and Technology."

After Zhou Chao finished speaking, he felt happy: "Do you think I am like a Phoenix man who used his first wife and then dumped her to find Bai Yueguang?"

Jing Ci was amused by his metaphor. Not to mention, it was indeed quite similar.

"But..." Zhou Chao glanced at the pen and paper in his hand with some confusion: "You have confirmed your school and major, what else are you taking notes on?"

Jing Ci smiled and said nothing.

He doesn't need it, but Yingjiao does. He doesn't know which school or major he wants to go to, but it's always right to write down everything he hears. It's better to know it yourself than hearsay.

Jing Ci and Zhou Chao had just listened for a while when Zhao Feng came over with a few people: "Here, let me introduce to you, these are the teachers and contestants from Jiang Province."

Jiang Province, like Donghai Province, is a weak province in competition. There will never be more than three contestants who can enter the finals every year.

Jing Ci and Zhou Chao got up and said hello.

"Old Zhao, you are doing well this year." The teacher from Jiang Province, surnamed Li, is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He is fair and chubby and looks good-tempered: "Twice as many as last year, hahahaha.

"

He pointed to the two students behind him and said to Jing Ci and Zhou Chao: "These are the players from our province."

"you do not say."

After several people got to know each other, Zhao Feng pushed Jing Ci forward slightly and said happily: "Jing Ci has the highest score in this year's competition in our province, 226."

When the official website announces the results, it will only include the name of the school, awards and other information, and will not publish the scores together. Therefore, this is the first time that Teacher Li has heard of Jing Ci’s results.

He glanced at Jing Ci in surprise: "This classmate is very good. It seems that the national training team can also look forward to it."

What Zhao Feng was waiting for was his words. When he heard this, he almost grinned from ear to ear, but he still pretended to be humble: "Hey, wait until the results come out, hahaha."

The conference hall was so big and there were so many people that there was no free space at all. Everyone was crowded together.

By coincidence, there were several people from provinces with good competition results standing next to Zhao Feng.

One is Xihe Province and the other is Beidou Province.

Although the results of these two provinces are not top-notch, one or two players can enter the national training team every year.

After hearing the conversation between Zhao Feng and Teacher Li, a group of people looked over one after another, surprised by their bold words.

Who in the country doesn’t know the results of Donghai Province and Jiang Province? After ten thousand years, there has never been a player from the national training team. If it were a very remote place and a province with insufficient educational resources, it would be okay, but this is the case.

Neither province.

I used Paper A, but my results were not as good as those of provinces that used Paper B. How could I have the confidence to look forward to the national training team?

There was an arrogant and arrogant leading teacher who couldn't help but whisper to the person next to him: "Is Donghai Province stimulated by something?"

Another teacher had done a lot of homework in advance and actually knew Jing Ci, so he replied: "Their highest score this year in the province is 226."

The first teacher was stunned for a moment, and then said: "No wonder. The results are pretty good, but it's a pity that it's in Donghai Province. I guess I don't have any experience in the national training team. It's too difficult to be shortlisted."

Another teacher nodded in agreement: "No, the team leader of Donghai Province also has no idea."

These two teachers were both very popular, and when communicating with others, they accidentally revealed this matter as a joke.

Passed on one by one, and in the end it turned into: The team leader of Donghai Province said that players from their province will definitely join the national training team this year.

Not only the contestants, but also the reporters accompanying the interview knew about it.

"They have never had a training team player before, so their obsession has become a demon?"

"Probably...it's quite pitiful when you think about it."

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't the guy named Jing Ci get 226?"

"What's wrong with 226? Putting aside those strong provinces, it's the level that will make it to the provincial team. It's just that no one in Donghai Province has ever taken such a high score, so I think this score is stable."

"I was laughed to death by the people in Donghai Province, but that Jingci is really good. I can get 226 in this way."

"Don't laugh at Donghai Province. I must have been severely suppressed. I finally got a 226 this time. It's normal to be happy. In a few days, I will be taught how to be a good person by my results."

For such serious matters, most of the news written is the same, with nothing particularly eye-catching.

The reporters originally thought that this year they would have to repost last year's press release, but they did not expect to receive such a surprise. They were secretly holding back their big move, planning to rely on Donghai Province to earn clicks this year.

Zhao Feng never expected that he just couldn't hold back his voice, and the result of his voice was like this.

He blushed with anger and said, "When did I say that? These people are so full that they have nothing to do!"

Zhao Feng was also unlucky.

No matter what the occasion, gossip always spreads the most and fastest.

In the past, he didn't pay attention, and even laughed when he heard something funny, but this year it was different when he became a gossip.

Zhao Feng regretted that he was afraid of causing some psychological pressure to Jing Ci. He wanted to come over to talk to him, but he was worried that nothing had happened, so what he said made Jing Ci nervous.

I was so confused that I couldn't sleep well all night.

As the protagonist of the gossip, Jing Ci didn't pay any attention to the rumors outside. He did whatever he had to do, even when Zhou Chao nervously ran out to call his mother, he was still in the mood to send a WeChat message to Ying Jiao to express his concern.

his study progress.

Jing Ci was not sure whether he could join the training team, but he never cared about other people's opinions.

Being able to get in is a reflection of your previous learning achievements, and not being able to get in means that you haven’t worked hard enough.

The mentality is very stable.

Yingjiao had been holding back from contacting Jing Ci that day, not because he didn't want to, but because the exam was coming soon and he was afraid of disturbing Jing Ci, but it was different when Jing Ci took the initiative to send him a message.

Feeling that WeChat chat was slow, Yingjiao simply called over: "Are you free?"

"Yeah." Jing Ci leaned against the bed, his expressionless face suddenly softened.

"It starts at eight o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Jing Ci nodded: "The exam time is from eight to twelve thirty on both days." He paused and added in a low voice: "After the exam... I will go back after the exam."

Zhao Feng just told them that after the exam is finished the day after tomorrow, they will check out and leave directly, and will not wait here for the results to come out.

Yingjiao's heart moved: "Miss me?"

Jing Ci's cheeks felt faintly warm. His eyelashes trembled and he abruptly changed the subject: "Have you... finished the physics paper?"

If this was normal, Yingjiao would have a hundred ways to force him to say the word he wanted to say. But tomorrow was the exam, and he didn't want to distract Jing Ci.

Yingjiao chuckled and followed what he said: "Don't worry, how can I not complete the task you assigned."

He glanced at the time and asked Jing Ci: "When will you go to bed tonight?"

"Eleven o'clock."

Yingjiao couldn't help but laugh. It was indeed Jing Ci's style. Even if there was an important exam tomorrow, he had to sleep at a fixed time due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He threw aside the wet towel in his hand, opened the quilt and got into bed: "Me too, let's sleep together? Are you in bed now?"

It was obviously a normal conversation, but when Yingjiao asked me about it, I didn't know why I felt inexplicably ashamed.

Jing Ci lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees and let out an almost imperceptible hum.

"I'm in bed too." Yingjiao sighed into the phone: "It's a pity it's not the same bed."

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and his heartbeat was a little fast. Just as he was about to say something, Zhou Chao opened the door and came in.

"Brother Ci, you...ah, you're on the phone, sorry." Zhou Chao made an apologetic gesture to him and jumped onto the bed.

"Zhou Chao is back?" He only said a few words briefly. Yingjiao still had some unfinished thoughts in his heart, but he restrained himself: "Go to sleep. Come on tomorrow. I'll wait for you to come back."

"Good night."

That night, Jing Ci had a good sleep.

I woke up the next morning and entered the examination room full of energy.

At the same time, after the first morning self-study get out of class, Yingjiao went directly to Class 11 and grabbed Qiao Anyan, and pointed at the back of his neck with familiarity.

Therefore, during the entire four-and-a-half-hour exam, Jing Ci had clear thoughts and a clear head. He didn't even have a headache, and he finished answering his paper smoothly.

The author has something to say: I feel that the reporters are very interesting.

I remember one year at the Internet Conference, all the big guys gathered together for a meeting to discuss future international development. It was very high-level and very serious.
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