The person at the Peking University Admissions Office was anxious and argued with Xiao Leyue for several more times. It wasn't until Jing Ci spoke that he sat down reluctantly and watched eagerly as he and Xiao Leyue walked out the door.

Although Xiao Leyue had not been in contact with Jing Ci for a long time, he had sensed a bit of his temper. He knew that there was an estimated 80-90% chance that this would not happen today, but he still wanted to try.

"The mathematics department in our school is also very strong. How about learning more about it? I'll take you to meet the professor?"

Jing Ci shook his head: "Brother Xiao, I'm really sure."

"There's no chance of applying to our school?"

Jing Ci said firmly: "No."

"Okay." Xiao Leyue let out a long sigh, leaned on the window sill and said with a smile: "I thought I could become an alumnus with you. It's okay. Anyway, the two schools are close to each other. Don't forget to be with us when you go to the imperial capital in the future.

I'll contact you and I'll take you out to play when the time comes."

"Okay, I will definitely not forget it."

Because Jing Ci was determined, this battle to snatch people ended unexpectedly quickly.

The people from the Peking University Admissions Office were overjoyed and feared that Jing Ci would regret it, so they quickly signed an agreement with him.

At this point, the dust of Jing Ci's university has finally settled.

Good things come in pairs. As soon as he sent away the people from the admissions office, Zhao Feng came over to tell Jing Ci that the notice for the national training team had come down.

"They will send you an email later, please check it." Although the email has specific time arrangements, Zhao Feng still told Jing Ci: "It's a coincidence that the training team is also training in Yangcheng.

We will set off after the new year, a total of thirteen days. After the end, the first round of selection will be held, and a total of nineteen people will be selected. The second round, which is the final selection, will be held in March."

Jing Ci nodded to show that he knew.

Zhao Feng smiled and patted his shoulder: "This is a fully closed training. The teacher can't accompany you, so you have to work hard on your own."

After a pause, he added: "Don't be stressed. Your results have already given our governor a lot of shame. The teacher at this training camp has only one requirement for you: learn happily and enjoy knowledge."

Jing Ci felt warm in his heart: "I understand, thank you teacher."

On Jing Ci's side, good news came frequently, but on the other side, Jing's father fell into sorrow.

He was originally angry with Jing Ci for speaking decisively, but after thinking about it for a few days, he finally figured it out. Jing Ci didn't even want to ask for living expenses, which was a complete separation from his family.

Jing's father couldn't help but feel regretful. Jing Ci had a stubborn personality, so he could only smooth it over. Why couldn't he control his temper at that time?

Isn't it just a few words of softening? It's nothing compared to other people's envy and compliments.

Jing's father took a sip of coffee and thought in his mind that the provincial experiment was about to go on winter vacation. In order to prevent Jing Ci from really running out to work and not coming home, he had to go to school to see him.

In any case, this son is now successful, and it is still necessary to repair the relationship with him.

Jing Ci didn't know Jing's father's plan. After the evening self-study, he started packing his things as soon as he returned to the dormitory.

He is going to stay at Yingjiao's house during the winter vacation, so he has to bring clothes and everything.

Yingjiao wanted to stop him, but he didn't know what he thought of, and he swallowed the words on his lips: "I'll help you."

Li Zhou can be called a good roommate in China. Whenever he sees Ying Jiao coming over, he will spontaneously avoid them and not disturb them.

The wardrobe in the Provincial Experimental Student Dormitory is divided into upper and lower floors. The upper floor has a large space and the things inside are easier to access. The lower floor not only has a small space, but also has to squat down when taking things out, which is very troublesome.

Yingjiao didn't want Jing Ci to have any trouble, so he said directly: "There are a lot of things up there, you can clean them up, and leave them to me below."

The joy of going home with Yingjiao made Jing Ci forget about the things he put at the bottom of the cabinet. Hearing this, he nodded without hesitation.

There wasn't much in the bottom of the cabinet. Yingjiao took out two sweaters and handed them to Jing Ci. When he put his hand in again, he was stunned.

He touched a cold iron box with some uneven tops. It was the same cookie box he saw last time that Jing Ci used to hold the first test paper.

The corners of Yingjiao's lips slowly raised. He raised his eyes and glanced at Jing Ci who was sorting things out carefully. He took out the box and asked deliberately: "What is this? Do you want to take it with you?"

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, then quickly reached out to grab it after realizing it: "No, it's nothing."

However, he was so nervous that he failed to hold any of them, and the box fell to the ground with a bang. The lid of the box flew far away in an instant, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.

A stack of square papers fell to Yingjiao's feet, and Yingjiao reached out to pick it up.

Yingjiao's pupils shrank suddenly, the handwriting on the paper was not Jing Ci's, but his.

Yingjiao's Adam's apple moved and he slowly unfolded the paper. Then, he saw a line of small words at the top -

[In the final exam in January, I scored 102 in mathematics, and I have made a lot of progress (very, very happy!).]

"Don't, don't look at it." Jing Ci's face turned red. He was so ashamed that Ying Jiao knew that he secretly hid his test papers and other things.

He reached out to pull Yingjiao up, but was pushed away gently.

Yingjiao took a step forward and kept selecting among the scattered test papers below.

He never knew that the final destination of the papers he threw aside was not the trash can, but Jing Ci's iron box containing the Victory Medal.

A few papers that had just passed were regarded as honors by Jing Ci...

Yingjiao closed his eyes and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. He picked up his papers one by one. When he reached the end, what appeared in front of his eyes was a small withered rose.

The packaging is so familiar that it was given by him after he confessed his love. It represents the first love, but the pink rose has never been told to Jing Ci about its meaning.

It is not thrown away, but placed where it matters most.

Collect it properly and keep it carefully.

The author has something to say: The iron box of words: used to hold the most precious things.
Chapter completed!