As each day passes, the training intensity of the training team continues to increase.

I have to take a four-and-a-half-hour exam every other day. After the exam, I have a meal and then continue studying. There is no free time at all.

Wang Qiong would complain to Jing Ci at the beginning, but in the end, he didn't even have the energy to complain. After returning to the dormitory in the evening, he washed up hastily, not wanting to say a word, and fell asleep almost instantly on the bed.

However, this kind of continuous fatigue does not disappear after just sleeping. Instead, it keeps accumulating and accumulating psychologically. As a result, the atmosphere of the training team becomes depressing as time goes by.

The large amount of energy consumed made Jing Ci eat a lot more. He even changed his habit of not eating much in the morning, and had to find extra snacks to fill his stomach after going back in the evening. But despite this, he still lost weight.

After the last exam and handing in the paper, Jing Ci breathed a long sigh of relief.

Others in the classroom were like him, lying on the table with relief as if their burden had finally been lifted.

It was obviously time to go out to eat, but for a while, no one moved.

The test papers of the training team are not distributed to the team members, and the teacher cannot explain the papers. No one knows how they did in the test until the final results come out.

Jing Ci put down his pen, straightened the pen case without tilting it at all, and walked to Wang Qiong's seat: "Want to eat?"

"Pull me up." Wang Qiong slumped down on the chair and raised an arm towards Jing Ci.

Jing Ci laughed and stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Let's go."

Wang Qiong nodded and walked out side by side with him.

The moment she stepped out of the classroom, Wang Qiong suddenly let out an "ah" without warning, as if she had finally reacted, and said in surprise: "It's over after today!"

Each exam of the training team is in the morning, and they have two self-study periods in the afternoon and evening. Tomorrow morning will be the closing ceremony, and the closing ceremony will also announce a round of selection lists. After that, you can leave the team and leave.

"Yeah." Jing Ci responded. During the training camp, he really squeezed out all his energy and brought out all his potential, so no matter what the outcome was, he could accept it calmly.

"I want to go home right now and sleep with him for three days and three nights." Wang Qiong stretched out his fat palms and looked at Jing Ci: "I feel like I've lost weight. It's so tortured."

He sighed: "It turns out that when people are pushed into a hurry, they can even give in to you."

"I want to go home too." Jing Ci opened the door curtain and walked into the cafeteria.

In the first few days, he still had time to call Yingjiao and say a few words. Later, he could only communicate through WeChat, and it often took Yingjiao several hours to send a message before he had time to reply.

He really wanted to win pride so much that he couldn't forget this feeling even if he was surrounded by mathematics.

"Don't forget to contact me in the future." Wang Qiong quickly went to the window to order food, and waited beside Jing Ci with a dinner plate, telling him: "We are not only comrades in arms, we will also be in the same school and department from now on."

"Definitely not." Jing Ci asked the window aunt to give him two taels of extra rice, and walked towards the dining table with Wang Qiong.

"Hey, how did you spend your senior year in high school?" Wang Qiong put a piece of spareribs into his mouth and looked at Jing Ci curiously: "Anyway, I don't plan to stay in school all the time. I just go and order some mao occasionally. The rest of the time

Play games at home and make up for all the missed time over the years."

Jing Ci had never thought about this issue before.

He thought about it seriously and said, "Continue class."

But the focus should change from learning to urging Yingjiao to learn.

Thinking of Yingjiao, Jing Ci couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.

Watching this, Wang Qiong almost doubted herself. Is it really that happy to go to school? Or is there something special about their school in Donghai Province?

Jing Ci is calmly waiting for the selection results, but the Jing family on the other side is not so harmonious.

After the news broke that he was not paying living expenses to his son from his ex-wife, Jing's father couldn't stand the strange looks from his colleagues, so he applied for resignation from his boss.

Although Jing's father is considered a middle-level person in the company, he is not irreplaceable. The leader quickly agreed to his application and hired new people during his handover period.

When Jing's father left his job, he wanted to start over with a company where no one knew him. His current company has a good platform, and his salary will basically increase a lot if he changes jobs.

But he underestimated the power of public opinion.

Jing Ci is good-looking, has good grades, and is the first competitor in Donghai Province to enter the national training team. He is a perfect role model for all students. Such a child who is wanted by parents all over the country is abused by his own father. Such a contrast

How can strong news not impress people?

At least in the Internet industry where information spreads rapidly, Jing’s father was on the blacklist.

Who would dare to recruit someone who is so cruel to his own son? What if he accidentally offends him one day and poisons the office water dispenser?

The salary level in the Internet industry is relatively high, the corporate culture is free, and the benefits are good. People who have worked in Internet companies simply cannot adapt to other industries.

In this way, Jing's father began his long road of unemployment. Since he did not work or make money, the conflict between him and Zhao Jinfeng gradually became apparent.

Therefore, the Jing family was in a state of chaos during this period. They had a small quarrel every two days and a big quarrel every three days. Not to mention, Jing’s father lost face with Jing Ci, so he got angry and vowed to cultivate another child.

Tsinghua University and Peking University were born, so Jing Miao suffered a lot.

Being stared at every day while studying, I even have no time for entertainment.

Jing Miao was already in the rebellious stage, but under such strict supervision by Jing's father, instead of improving, her grades dropped a lot.

On this day, Jing Miao couldn't help but secretly went to the high school forum to read Jing Ci's news. As soon as she opened a post, her phone was snatched away by Jing's father.

"You still have the nerve to play with your phone after scoring so little in the final exam?" Jing's father looked at Jing Miao angrily: "Hurry up and go back to the house to do your homework!"

Jing Miao threw the pillow to the ground with a sullen face, and went back thumping.

"This kid, the older he gets, the more outrageous he becomes." Jing's father complained, looking down at the screen of his phone.

Father Jing sneered and put his cell phone on the coffee table.

Zhao Jinfeng happened to see it and frowned: "Why are you so angry again?"

"It's okay." Jing's father wiped his face: "I saw someone talking about the training team, and said that Jing Ci will definitely make it to the next round."

Jing's father said contemptuously: "Just him?"

Since being ridiculed by Teacher Liu last time, Jing's father has crammed in some math competition knowledge and finally understood the stage Jing Ci is currently in.

"Isn't he just a loser in the competition? You treat him like a treasure." Zhao Jinfeng was extremely jealous and said sourly: "Let's see what happens if he loses the election this time."

During the Spring Festival, relatives came to pay New Year's greetings, and they all inquired about Jing Ci's news openly and secretly. No one cared about Jing Miao at all. Zhao Jinfeng was so angry that he didn't eat for a whole day, and wished that something unexpected happened to Jing Ci immediately and he fell from the clouds.

"I don't believe he can continue to have bad luck this time!"

There are many people who have the same idea as Zhao Jinfeng, and of course there are also people who sincerely hope that Jing Ci will do well.

The last day of Jingci's training camp happened to be the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the second day of the provincial experiment.

After the second period of get out of class in the morning, He Zhi and others hurriedly crowded around Ying Jiao and asked him: "Brother Jiao, is Brother Ci already opening and closing ceremonies at the moment?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao opened the browser and while searching the web for news related to the closing ceremony of the training team, he said: "It started at nine o'clock."

"Ah." Zheng Que looked up at the wall clock: "Twenty-five minutes have already started!"

He wanted to say something more, but Chen Miaomiao suddenly ran over excitedly holding his cell phone and knocked him aside: "Ahhh! I found a live broadcast of the first round selection of the training team!"

Yingjiao immediately raised his eyes and looked at her: "Send me the website address."

This post was posted by a player in the same training team as Jing Ci. Although he was participating in the closing ceremony, he couldn't calm down because the results were announced soon. He simply went to the competition forum and posted a post to give back to the public. By the way

Calm down your mood.

[Sit back and wait, the poster is a good person, I wish the poster good results.]

[It is now nine twenty-six. Based on the time in previous years, it should be possible to come out within ten minutes.]

[Come on, my contestants from Beidou Province! The one from Donghai Province is not a dark horse, you are the one!]

[It will be over soon. It’s strange that there are no people from Donghai Province in the post. Aren’t you full of confidence? 】

[I heard that because the results in the international competition in previous years were not very good, this year’s questions are particularly difficult.]

"The question is difficult." Although he didn't understand anything, He Zhou still became nervous: "Isn't Brother Ci at a disadvantage?"

"Brother Ci will definitely be fine." Wu Weicheng, a brainless fan, patted the table and said confidently: "If we want to make things difficult together, I, Brother Ci, are afraid of them?"

He Zhou suddenly realized: "That's right. I'm not in the mood right now, otherwise I would have dealt with all the idiots in the post by myself."

We found a few people to take turns watching at the door. Students from Class 7 gathered at Yingjiao's table, chatting and holding up their phones to refresh posts and wait for the results.

However, I don’t know why, but this year’s results have not been announced for a long time.

Not only the people in the post can't wait, but the students in Class 7 are also anxious.

"Damn it, if you don't come out, you'll have to go to class, and the next period will be Lao Liu's class!"

"Their training team has sixty people, right? It takes so long to achieve results with sixty people? What kind of efficiency is this! Not even a finger of Lao Liu can compare with it!"

"Damn, I'm more anxious than waiting for my own results. Come out quickly..."

But the judges obviously did not hear their voices. When there were still four minutes left in class, the results did not come out. Three minutes, two minutes, and still no results came out.

People in Class 7 lost their patience and put down their mobile phones one after another.

"Let's go, let's go, it seems we have to wait a little longer."

"This is really delaying things, hey."

Yingjiao ignored them and focused on the screen, keeping the refresh rate every few seconds. Finally, when there was still one minute left before class, he immediately saw the finalists for the second phase of the national training team posted by the poster.

List.

Under the big red title, it is clearly printed——

Jing Ci Donghai Experimental Senior High School, sophomore in high school, Donghai Province.
To be continued...