Chapter Ninety Eight

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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Ninety Eight"

weight="142327"

series = ["Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend"]

mode = "manual"

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The days passed quickly, and when Jing Ci was seriously preparing for the game, July came quietly.

The third year of high school has been completely liberated after the college entrance examination, the former lively courtyard has been completely quiet, and even the always crowded canteen is quite empty.

The final exam is just around the corner. The students in the first and second grades of high school are suffering a lot more than usual. There are a lot of people studying in the bed with a flashlight after the lights are turned off. And Jing Ci, finally set out 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 examinations. After that, the judges will be given two days to review the papers, and the final day will be the closing ceremony and dinner.

In some countries, in order to let the players take the jet lag and maintain their best condition, they will arrive about a week earlier, but they only arrive one day earlier.

Before that, Jing Ci also needed to go to the Imperial Capital to join the other team members, and then the team leader would fly to the United Kingdom.

I only stayed in the UK for a week or so. When left, Jing Ci didn't take much. carried a small twenty-four-inch suitcase. Everything in it was necessities, and even the clothes were just enough to change and wash. The only thing he didn't want to use, but he didn't want to reduce it, was the photos of Yingjiao in the mezzanine of the box.

"Brother, I'm leaving." At the door of the apartment, Jing Ci held the lever of the suitcase, turned around and said to the winner as easily as possible: "You go back."

This time, he still rejected Yingjiao's offer to send him to the airport and refused to say goodbye to him.

"What's the matter?" Yingjiao pulled him in the door again, looked down at his expression carefully, and whispered, "Can't bear me?"

Afraid of winning and worrying, Jing Ci wanted to deny it. But somehow, the explanation came to my lips, but in the end there was only one "um" left.

Is really reluctant, and a little scared. Every time they parted or reunited, nothing was good.

"I can't bear you either," Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and deliberately teased: "Want to 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 a piece of candy into Jing Ci's mouth, and said softly: "I went to the place where you played when I was a kid."

Jing Ci's eyes lit up instantly: "Really?!"

The cognition of going to the places where Yingjiao has been has made him feel much better.

"Yeah." Ying Jiao leaned on the sofa and fiddled with his fingers lazily: "But basically I don't have any impression. You can take a few more photos and send it to me, maybe you can think of it."

Jing Ci immediately promised: "Okay."

"So don't think too much, just take it to help me find memories." Ying Jiao 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, he nodded vigorously, "I will."

"You have to do it if you agree, otherwise..." Ying Jiao raised his chin and said lightly: "I will really be rough at you when the time comes."

Rough?

Jing Ci raised his eyes and looked at him incredulously.

Ying Jiao licked his lower lip and whispered: "Use below the waist."

Jing Ci suffocated his breath, blushing and hummed.

Ying Jiao chuckled, and bowed his head to kiss him.

"Brother, you..." When the kiss was over, Jing Ci's ears were red. He looked at Ying Jiao's thin lips and whispered: "My candy..."

Ying Jiao fiddled with the candy in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, probably because it was because he grabbed it, and he always felt extra sweet. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ci, and said harshly: "You are the one who robbed you, why, not let it?"

"...No." He...he likes to win over him so much!

Jing Ci lowered his eyes with some shame: "Let's make it."

He is so obedient that he won't want to let him go.

Ying Jiao closed his eyes and barely restrained the reluctance in his heart. Hug him, and then solemnly said in his ear: "Go on, Jingshen."

Jing Ci had a tight schedule. After the six players gathered in the Imperial Capital that day, the team leader held a small meeting for them.

"You should know the process of the competition, but I still want to repeat it." The team leader sat on the sofa and took a sip of water. One and a half hours. Each time there are three questions, and each question is 7 points, with a maximum score of 42 points."

Seeing that the players are listening carefully, there is no escaping. The team leader nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "You all take the road of competition, so you also know our country's competition results in the first four years."

In the past, many people referred to international mathematics competitions as the Chinese World Cup. Without him, just because the China team is too strong, occupying the first place every year, so that other countries can only look forward to the championship and sigh.

However, in recent years, the situation has reversed. Prior to this, China had not won the first place for four consecutive years.

"That's not to put pressure on you," the team leader smiled: "It's just to let you remember this situation and do your best. It is better to be shameless, and you can't and don't have to doubt yourself. It's the current Mathematical environment in our country. It’s not your personal problem."

Having said that, after he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room was still tense.

Upon seeing this, the team leader stood up and stretched out a hand. "You are all elites among the elites. I won't say much about anything else. The last two words are: Come on!"

Jing Ci and Wang Qiong looked at each other and stood up with the other team members. Reached out and folded his hand on the back of the leader's hand, and took a deep breath: "Come on!"

The next morning, while Ying Jiao got up to school, Jing Ci boarded the plane to England.

After eleven hours of flying, it finally landed at 12 noon local time.

Someone here at the airport picked them up. It was the leader teacher who came three days in advance.

At least two team leaders will be arranged for each international math competition. One person is responsible for leading the team, and the other person is responsible for overseas related affairs.

Although the distance between seats on international flights is relatively large, it is still a bit unbearable to sit for a day. Jing Ci's few people were too tired, and due to the jet lag, his head was dizzy and he couldn't lift up any energy. After having a hasty meal in 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 has a small circle, few people pay attention to domestic competitions. However, international competitions involving national honors are different. Not only are major media rushing to report on the event, but there are also many people discussing on the forum.

[Wish the Chinese team win the championship! 】

[Support Jingci, the pride of our Donghai Province! 】

[Previously occupied a pit, Senior Wang Qiong, come on! 】

[The previous few years have all passed the exams. Isn't this low-key? Ha ha. 】

[Where did you buy the keyboard upstairs? Very easy to use, send a link. You have the ability to go! I don't need to say how difficult it is for Olympiad, right? Is it very good to be able to participate? 】

[Tell me how many points did you score on the math test in high school? This is what you can do. 】

[China does not pay attention to the development of Mathematical Olympiad at present, so the decline in performance is a matter of course, friendship first, competition second. 】

[The focus is on participation! The focus is on participation! 】

Except for a few keyboard men, most netizens are still very friendly. After all, being able to represent the country in the International Olympic Games 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 the previous years, everyone did not dare to hold high hopes. And these laymen just watch 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 look like a nymphomaniac.

Jing Ci did not see the news on the Internet. In order to adjust the jet lag, he never touched his cell phone after reporting the safety to Yingjiao.

Forcing himself to rest is still effective. By the opening ceremony the next day, his spirit has 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.

"What to do with Jingci? My heart is pounding now." Don't watch Wang Qiong yelling to travel at public expense when Wang Qiong came, but when it was about to race, let alone go out to play, he couldn't even lie down.

"My mom keeps sending me something not to be nervous, but to participate." Wang Qiong desperately scratched her hair and collapsed: "This... isn't this implying that I can't get good grades? It's literally, the more I look at it, the more my mentality explodes. ."

Jing Ci's heartbeat was also a bit fast, but he was more excited about finding opponents.

He didn't comfort people, thought for a while, remembering the fact that his class had forwarded the koi for test luck a few days ago, and said: "Why don't you go and transfer a koi?"

"You reminded me!" As if grasping the straw, Wang Qiong immediately took out his mobile phone to find out what kind of koi pictures, signed Weibo, and so on. After turning ten posts in one breath, he stopped.

"You won't turn?"

Jing Ci smiled and shook his head.

Wang Qiong just asked in passing without delving into it. He frantically praised Koi's Weibo, while leaning close to Jing Ci, he whispered: "You said...If our results are not good this time, will we be scolded by netizens? Badly cursed."

"Just don't look at it." Jing Ci has always ignored other people's gazes: "Our grades have nothing to do with them."

"Although..." Wang Qiong scratched his head: "But I'm still a little nervous."

"Forget it, let's not say, the negative energy is too heavy." He sighed and changed the subject: "By the way, did you notice the eyes of the foreign strong teams looking at us at the opening ceremony today?"

"No."

"Just know that you didn't see it." Wang Qiong said angrily: "I just didn't look down on us on his face, me! Why are they? When their main force is not Chinese?!"

The smile on Jing Ci's face gradually faded, and he pursed his lower lip: "So you must adjust the jet lag today, and use the best condition for the exam tomorrow."

"Fight!" Wang Qiong gritted his teeth and threw the phone aside: "I will rest now!"

That night, Jing Ci had a good night's sleep. Woke up the next morning, clear-headed and full of energy.

After washing, Wang Qiong went to call his mother in the corridor and asked for some comfort. After Jing Ci determined that he would not be able to return for a while, he opened the suitcase and took out a picture of Yingjiao. After rubbing it for a long time, he kissed it lightly at last.

Why not repost Koi?

He does not need it.

Winning pride is his greatest fortune in this life.

The corners of Jingci's lips were slightly raised, and he put the photo back in a cherished and important place. After eating breakfast, he stepped into the examination room vigorously.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write the results, but the hand speed is too scumbag to write... Tomorrow will be a little bit more_(:з」∠)_

If Brother Jiao knows that his resignation is looked down upon by foreigners——

Brother Jiao: Ha ha, with the strength of negative points, with full marks.