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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Forty-Three"

weight="142109"

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

mode = "manual"

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At seven ten ten, the provincial experimental bus arrived at Tunghai University.

At 7:30, Jing Ci put the schoolbag in the bus according to Teacher Zhao's instructions, and walked into the examination room with only the necessary tools for the examination.

At eight o'clock, the national math league qualifiers officially began.

After getting the test papers, Jing Ci first filled in the necessary school names and scanned the papers from beginning to end according to the habit. In his mind, he had a general understanding of the difficulty of the test.

The full score of a test is 120 points. Generally speaking, the difficulty is only slightly higher than that of the college entrance examination. But Jing Ci was out of luck, and found a number thesis in the solution.

Number theory can be said to be a stumbling block in an attempt. Many contestants will just give up when they see number theory, leaving time for other problems.

Compared with the gloomy faces of other contestants in the examination room, Jing Ci was fairly calm. Number theory is also difficult for him, but it is not insurmountable.

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, picked up the pen and started answering the question. As long as enough time is set aside, he feels that he can solve this problem completely.

The time for math competitions is very tight. Although the amount of questions does not seem to be large, because of the difficulty of the questions, it consumes a lot of time.

Jing Ci had looked for many competition papers before, and had already figured out how long each question should take. He calmly finished filling in the blanks, skipped the number theory, and worked on other solutions first.

The answer to Jingci went smoothly, and in the end he wrote the answer perfectly for the number theory.

But in the qualifiers, the most important thing is not the first trial, but the second trial with a total of 180 points.

Although there are many scores in the second test, there are actually only four questions.

Each one is a real problem, without sufficient strength, it is completely impossible to expect to hit the big luck.

Before coming, Teacher Zhao had already told them. The scores of each question in the second test are very high, so as long as the problem-solving steps involved are correct, they will be awarded points, and they must be required to write the problem-solving process completely.

Jing Ci kept this sentence in mind, thought for a while, picked up the pen and was about to calculate on the papyrus, suddenly his temple hurt without warning.

This feeling is too familiar, and when Jing Ci is familiar with it, he immediately understands that this is a malicious target from the protagonist in the book.

But before, it was obvious that he would only hurt when he saw Qiao Anyan. Why is it like this now?

The thoughts that Jing Ci had just thought of in his mind disappeared instantly, his fingertips trembled, his eyes closed, and he tried to calm himself down.

This pain is nothing, and it's not uncommon when it hurts more. When he was a child, he was stabbed with needles and kicked secretly by the amiable deputy dean. He insisted on surviving in the orphanage and became the pride of the orphanage.

There is nothing he can't get through.

In the short eighteen years of his life, Jing Ci experienced abandonment, experienced violence, experienced mockery, and experienced many darkness that normal people did not go through, so that he understood a truth from a very young age-

Your eyes will deceive you, your ears will deceive you. Your experience will deceive you, your imagination will deceive you, but mathematics will not.

For so many years, Jing Ci has worked hard to study and tried his best to change his destiny. This belief has not changed even in another world.

Mathematics is his closest partner.

Give him hope, give him confidence, give him a bright future, comfort him and accompany him when he is depressed and panicked.

All the emotions he couldn't tell could be vented by mathematics.

No one can mess around during his math test, and neither can the protagonist of the world.

Jing Ci exhaled slowly, enduring the painful headache, and started reading the question again.

He doesn't know how to solve this kind of pertinence for the time being, but on the day of the results, the concern of other people can relieve his headache, but it gave him an idea.

As long as he keeps going high and gaining more people's approval, will one day Qiao Anyan's restraint on him will fail?

Jing Ci drew a three-dimensional geometric pattern on the paper with difficulty, calmed down and continued thinking about his ideas.

As his mind gradually concentrated, the impact of the headache on him became less and less, and in the end, it was even negligible.

At the same time, in the classroom of Class 11, Qiao Anyan looked at the mobile game interface in disbelief and muttered, "This, what's going on?"

His face at the same table was also full of shock: "Why are you so lucky today? Obviously, we were able to draw prizes every time before. This time we both got so much gold, but we didn't get anything?! What the hell!"

"Who knows." Qiao Anyan frowned impatiently.

After rebirth, he felt more and more uncomfortable.

Even if the cheat finger fails from time to time, even the good luck that comes with it is gone now.

He threw the phone into the table hole irritably and slumped down with a gloomy expression.

What went wrong?

And in places invisible to the naked eye, the luck that Qiao Anyan had forcibly plundered from others in order to reverse his life in his previous life is disappearing little by little.

At Tunghai University, as soon as Jing Ci wrote the last number on the answer sheet, the paper handing bell rang.

The two invigilators immediately stood up, with serious expressions, told them to stop answering the questions, and collected the papers as quickly as possible.

Jing Ci packed up his things, followed the crowd out of the classroom, and came to the gathering place for the provincial experiment.

Zhou Chao had already arrived one step ahead of him. He was full of frustration. He said: "It's over, I'm over! The question is too difficult, I think I can't even pass the qualifiers!"

"No." Jing Ci comforted him: "I also find it difficult, don't think too much."

"Hope." Zhou Chao sighed, and while walking on the bus, said: "My mother shot me in advance and said that this was the last time she let me participate in a competition."

"Huh?" Jing Ci didn't quite understand.

"She asked me to focus on textbooks in the third year of high school," Zhou Chao found a place to sit down and turned his head and said, "I'm afraid the competition will delay my college entrance examination."

Indeed, if you can't get results in both competitions, it is better to give up taking the college entrance examination.

Jing Ci couldn't persuade him this time, so he could only remain silent.

Fortunately, Zhou Chao simply wanted to vomit. He glanced at Mr. Zhao who was surrounded by a few students, and whispered in Jing Ci’s ear: “I’m afraid Mr. Zhao will come over and ask me how I’m doing in the test. , I'll pretend to sleep first, don't call me."

Jing Ciren smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Jing Ci was also a little tired, and the fight against the will of the world just consumed all his energy. Suddenly relax at this moment, just feeling tired all over.

Reluctantly, he took out his cell phone and looked at it. There were many WeChat messages that came from Yingjiao.

[Pride]: The physics paper is finished [Picture]

[Arrogance]: Waiting for you to come back.

[Pride]: I brought you a small square cake with shredded coconut milk and put it in your table hole.

[Pride]: Didn't sleep at noon, did a few math problems.

[Pride]: Have you finished the exam?

[Arrogance]: Talk to brother after the exam.

A smile appeared on Jing Ci's face involuntarily, because the depression targeted by Qiao Anyan was swept away, he reached out and typed, and returned a message to Ying Jiao——

[Jing]: After the exam, I am preparing to go back.

Seeing Mr. Zhao’s eyes drifting from time to time, he quickly put the phone back into his schoolbag, put one hand on the protruding outline of the fuselage, and fell asleep leaning on the back of the chair comfortably, not even when he arrived at the school. knowledge.

"You can really sleep." Zhou Chao pushed him awake, pointed outside and said: "Go, go to the second cafeteria for dinner."

"Second Canteen?"

"Yeah." Zhou Chao nodded: "Mr. Zhao said that the school will take care of lunch at noon today. The second canteen is privately contracted and can open fire at any time, so I can only go there."

"Okay." Jing Ci felt more comfortable after taking a nap. He carried his schoolbag and went to the second canteen with Zhou Chao.

Xu knows that they are all students who are valued by school leaders. The staff in the second canteen did not dare to be a monster, and the food they served was very normal.

Jing Ci received a portion of fried pork rice with cauliflower, plus two oranges.

The taste is indeed incomparable with a canteen, but it is better than enough. Jing Ci ate a whole plate of food in one breath, and then he felt that he had come back to life.

"Go back," Zhou Chao put down the spoon almost at the same time as Jing Ci. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up with a face of death: "You must face what you should face."

The two took the plates to the recycling area and walked to the classroom together.

When passing by the basketball court, a shout suddenly came not far away: "Jing Ci!"

Ying Jiao tossed the basketball in his hand and walked towards him: "Have you come back?"

Jing Ci looked at the familiar people on the basketball court, and then he realized afterwards that their class was a physical education class.

Zhou Chao couldn't do it enviously, but it was a pity that the physical education class of their super-long class had been cancelled long ago, and they had to go back to the classroom with a bitter expression.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and naturally took Jing Ci's schoolbag and asked him, "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah." Jing Ci nodded, "I ate in the second cafeteria."

"Second Canteen? How do I go there to eat?" Ying Jiao frowned and touched his stomach: "Are you full?"

"I'm full." Jing Ci shrank back, stood near the basketball shelf, said hello to a few people in Class 7, and turned to continue to say arrogantly to Ying: "The school takes care of food, and can only eat in the second cafeteria. , The taste is okay."

not bad?

Winning arrogance and laughter, as if he had never eaten the meal in the second canteen.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Jing Ci's hair, and said softly, "So good to feed?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled, watching him hang his schoolbag on the horizontal bar to the side, stretched out his hand and said straightforwardly: "I'm not picky eaters."

Ying Jiao's heart was softened by his laugh. Just about to say something, Zheng Que suddenly shouted from behind with a loud voice: "Brother Jiao, can't you fight anymore? Come with Jing Ci!"

Jing Ci's eyes lit up instantly.

No boy would dislike this hearty sport. In the previous world, he would occasionally be alone on the basketball court. After coming here, by mistake, he hasn't even touched a basketball.

Ying Jiao noticed his look and asked, "Want to fight?

Jing Ci nodded.

"If you want to fight, wait another ten minutes," Ying Jiao unscrewed the bottle cap and drank a coke: "It's not good for your stomach to eat just now."

Jing Ci listened to him: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, Ying Jiao went on the court with Jing Ci.

A few people just play casually, not strictly in accordance with five-on-five as in regular ball games. If anyone joins, you can continue to fight if there are fewer people.

It's just that Zheng Que has a good skill at winning, and Zheng Que is very happy with him in the first team. That's why he specifically called him.

Ying Jiao scored three goals in a row and Jing Ci also scored one. He Conge was outraged by the two of them. He threw his school uniform jacket out and rubbed his hands: "Come on, go on!"

Ying Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then passed the ball to Jing Ci.

Zheng Que, who was gearing his hands and waiting to catch the ball: "..."

It's getting worse, playing basketball is so eccentric!

Jing Ci moved toward the basketball hoop while dribbling the ball. He porridge thief spirit, knowing that he could not prevent winning arrogance, turned to Peng Chengcheng and Wu Weicheng, and blocked Jing Ci.

He is so big that he can almost hold two scenes. Jing Ci dodges left and right to no avail, jumping up and trying to pass the ball to the winner closest to him.

He congee subconsciously jumped up and stretched out his hand to block it.

It's a pity that he overestimated his balance, and instead of blocking the ball, he bumped into Jing Ci.

How could Jing Ci's small body withstand his impact, he flew out several steps in an instant, and was about to fall down.

At the moment of his death, Ying Jiao rushed over and grabbed Jing Ci and pulled him forcefully.

It's a pity that Jing Ci's physical inertia is too great, and instead leads him down together.

At the moment when he was about to land, Yingjiao's mind had not yet reacted, and his hands had firmly embraced Jing Ci, tightly shielding him in his arms, and made a firm backing for Jing Ci.

Seeing that he was in trouble, He Zhou walked over tremblingly with his feet on his feet: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ci, are you and you both okay?"

"I'm okay." Jing Ci calmed down for a moment before replying to him. He was well protected by the winning arrogance, and he didn't bump into it at all.

"Yingjiao, did you hurt anything?" Jing Ci lifted his head from his arms, propped his hands on the ground, and was about to get up, but suddenly he felt something wrong.

His body froze in an instant, as if frozen, he kept his head up motionless, his face slowly and slowly getting hotter...

Ying Jiao really didn't think about anything at first. Seeing Jing Ci was about to fall, he rushed over by instinct.

However, when the bodies of two people are rubbing closely together, things start to go wrong.

Jing Ci had just exercised vigorously, and he clung to his arms obediently, panting against his ears, the hot and humid breath brushing his neck, almost seduce ambiguously.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, terribly energetic, holding the person he likes wholeheartedly in his arms, Yingjiao couldn't even feel the pain, and he reacted almost immediately.

For a moment, Yingjiao's mind was blank. All playgrounds and basketballs were all thrown aside by him.

He just wanted to crazily press Jing Ci under his body, tearing open his clothes regardless, and shackling his hands. Biting him hard, kissing him, doing more to him too much...

"You..." are all boys, and of course Jing Ci knows what he feels.

He was embarrassed and shy. He didn't get up, or didn't get up. He froze there at a loss: "How could you..."

Everything around has become a set board, and there seems to be the two of them left between the sky and the earth.

Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled a few times. He stared at Jing Ci, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes: "What's wrong with me?"

The author has something to say: your eyes will deceive you, and your ears will deceive you.Your experience will deceive you, your imagination will deceive you, but mathematics will not—Lucian Evans.