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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter 82"

weight="142270"

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

mode = "manual"

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As the day goes by, the intensity of the training team's learning is also increasing.

A four-and-a-half-hour test takes place every other day. After the test, have a meal and then continue to study. There is no free time at all.

At the beginning, Wang Qiong would complain to Jing Ci, but in the end, he didn't even have the strength to complain. After returning to the dormitory at night, rushed to wash up and didn't want to say a word. It was almost a second sleep when got stuck in the bed.

However, this kind of persistent fatigue does not disappear after a sleep, but it accumulates and accumulates psychologically. As a result, the atmosphere of the training team becomes depressed as it goes on.

A lot of energy consumption made Jing Ci's appetite a lot bigger. He even changed the habit of not eating much in the morning. After going back in the evening, he had to find extra snacks to cushion his stomach. But Rao is like this, he is still thin.

After handing in the papers after the last test, Jing Ci let out a long sigh of relief.

The other people in the classroom, like him, lie on the table in relief, as if they are finally relieved of their burdens.

Obviously it was time to go out to eat, but for a while, no one moved.

The exam papers for the training team are not issued to the team members, and the teacher does not speak the papers. Before the final results came out, no one knew how well they did in the exam.

Jing Ci placed the pen, straightened the pen case without a trace, and walked to Wang Qiong's seat: "Going to dinner?"

"Take me a hand." Wang Qiong slumped softly on the chair, Chong Jingci raised an arm.

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

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

At the moment when he stepped out of the classroom, Wang Qiong suddenly gave an "ah" without warning, as if he had finally reacted, and said in surprise: "Today is over!"

Each exam of the training team is in the morning, and they have two self-study sessions in the afternoon and evening. Tomorrow morning will be the closing ceremony, the closing ceremony will announce a round of selection list at the same time, after the end, you can leave the team and leave.

"Yeah." Jing Ci replied. During the training camp, he really squeezed all his energy and used his full potential, so no matter what the result was, he could accept it calmly.

"I want to go home quickly and sleep with him for three days and three nights." Wang Qiong stretched out his fat palm and looked at Jing Ci: "I think I'm thin, it's too torturous."

He sighed: "It turns out that people are being pressed into a hurry, and even the fat can give you concessions."

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

In the first few days, he still had time to call Yingjiao and say a few words. Later, had to rely on WeChat to contact me, and it was often after a few hours that he had time to reply.

He really wanted to win arrogance too much, thinking that even if he was surrounded by mathematics, he couldn't forget this feeling.

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

"Definitely not." Jing Ci asked Aunt Window to add two or two meals to him, and walked towards the dining table with Wang Qiong.

"Hey, how did you spend your third year in high school?" Wang Qiong clamped a piece of ribs into his mouth, and looked at Jing Ci curiously: "Anyway, I don't plan to stay in school all the time. Play games at home and make up for all the things I missed over the years."

Jing Ci had never thought about this issue before.

He considered it seriously, and said, "Continue to class."

However, the focus should change from learning to supervising learning.

Thinking of winning the pride, Jing Ci couldn't help but let out a smile on his face.

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

After the news broke that the son of his ex-wife would not be able to pay for his living expenses, Jing's father could not bear the strange look of his colleagues, and he applied for resignation from the leader.

Although Jing Fu is regarded as a middle-level company in the company, it is not irreplaceable. The leader quickly agreed to his application and recruited new people during his handover.

When Jing's father left, he wanted to change his house and start a new company where no one knew him. He now has a good company platform, and his salary for a normal job-hopping will basically rise a lot.

But he underestimated the power of public opinion.

Jing Ci has good looks and good grades. He is also the first student in Donghai Province to enter the national training team. He is a good example for all students. Such a child that parents all over the country wanted was abused by his father. How can such a contrasting news not be impressive.

At least in the Internet industry where information is spreading rapidly, Jing Fu has been blacklisted.

Who dares to recruit a company who can be so cruel to his own son? What if you accidentally provoke him one day, and poison him in the office drinking fountain?

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

In this way, Jing Fu started his long road to unemployed. After he didn't work and didn't make money, the contradiction between him and Zhao Jinfeng gradually became apparent.

Therefore, during this time, Jing's family flew up and down. One small noise for two days and a big noise for three days. That's not even counted, Jing's father lost face at Jing Ci, so he became ruthless, vowing to train another Tsinghua University student, so Jing Miao was killed.

Not to mention being stared at studying every day, even the original entertainment time is gone.

Jing Miao was already in the rebellious period, and when he was so closely guarded by Jing's father, not only did his grades not rise, but instead dropped a lot.

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

"The final exam is so small and still have the face to play with mobile phones?" Father Jing 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 to the ground.

"This child, the more he grows up, the less plausible he is." Jing's father complained and looked down at the phone screen.

Father Jing sneered and buckled the phone on the coffee table.

Zhao Jinfeng just saw it and frowned, "What is your temper?"

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

Father Jing said contemptuously: "Just him?"

Since being ridiculed by Teacher Liu last time, Jing Fu has made up his knowledge of mathematics competitions, and finally figured out the stage Jing Ci is currently in.

"Isn't it just a broken game? I still treat him as a treasure." Zhao Jinfeng was too jealous, and said sourly: "Look at what he will do if he loses the election this time."

This time when relatives came to pay a New Year's greetings during the Spring Festival, they were all inquiring about Jing Ci in secret, and no one cared about Jing Miao at all. Zhao Jinfeng was so angry that he hadn't eaten for a day, and he wished that Jing Ci would have something unexpected immediately and fell from the clouds.

"I don't believe that he can continue to run shit this time!"

There are many people who have the same ideas as Zhao Jinfeng, and of course there are also people who really hope that Jingci is good.

The last day of the Jingci training camp happened to be the 17th day of the first month, the second day of the provincial experiment.

After the second class in the morning, He Zhou and several people hurriedly squeezed to Yingjiao and asked him, "Brother Jiao, is Brother Ci already at the opening and closing ceremonies at this time?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao clicked on the browser and searched the web for news related to the closing ceremony of the training team, and said: "It started at nine o'clock."

"Ah." Zheng Que raised his head and glanced at the wall clock: "Twenty-five minutes have already started!"

He wanted to say something more. Chen Miaomiao suddenly ran over with his mobile phone excitedly, and bumped him directly to the side: "Ahhhhh! I found a post about the first round of the live training team selection!"

Ying Jiao immediately raised his eyes and looked at her: "Send me the website."

This post was posted by a player who was on the same training team as Jing Ci. Although people are participating in the closing ceremony, because the results are about to be announced, there is no way to calm down. They simply ran to the competition forum and posted a post to give back to the public. By the way Stabilize your mood.

[Wait, the host is good, I wish the host a good result. 】

[It is now 9:26. According to the estimation of time in previous years, it should be available within ten minutes. 】

[My players from the Great North Dipper Province, come on! What a dark horse in Donghai Province, you are! 】

[Wait, it's over, weird, why are there no people from Donghai Province in the post? Are you full of confidence? 】

[I heard that because of the poor results in the international competitions in the past few years, this year's questions are particularly difficult. 】

"It's difficult." Although he didn't understand anything, He Conge was still nervous: "Isn't that brother Ci very disadvantaged?"

"Brother Ci is definitely okay." The brain-dead fan Wu Weicheng slapped the table with a vow: "If it's harder together, I'm afraid of them?"

He porridge suddenly said, "Yes. I'm not in the mood right now, otherwise I will take care of the stupid things in the post by myself."

I found a few people to watch the wind at the door in turn. The students from Class 7 gathered at the Yingjiao table, chatting and refreshing their posts while holding their mobile phones and waiting for the results.

However, don't know what's going on. The results of this year 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, I'll have class if I don't come out again, and Lao Liu's class will be the next one!"

"Their training team is sixty people, right? Sixty people's results take so long? What kind of efficiency is this! Even Old Liu can't match a finger!"

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

But the judges obviously didn't hear their voices. When there were four minutes before the class, the grades did not come out. Three minutes, two minutes, still did not come out.

The people in Class 7 had no patience and put down their phones one after another.

"It's gone, it looks like we have to wait a while."

"This is really a delay, hey."

Yingjiao ignored them, his eyes fixed on the screen, keeping a refresh rate of a few seconds. Finally, when there was still a minute to go to class, he immediately got the shortlist for the second stage of the national training team posted by the poster.

Under the big red heading, it is clearly printed

Jingci Donghai Provincial Experimental Senior High School Senior two in Donghai Province.

Yingjiao laughed involuntarily, his Jingci was really powerful and upright.

He congee sharp-eyed, glanced at the content on the phone screen, and stood up excitedly: "My mom!!! Come out!!! Ci brother is in! In the second round!"

The classroom was quiet for a second, then cheers and applause almost overturned the ceiling.

"Ah ah ah ah ah! Why is my male god so powerful ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"My day, Brother Ci is awesome."

"One-nineteenth! Brother Ci is awesome."

"Brother Ci is very good, and the leaders of our school are probably going crazy with joy."

The class bell has rang for a minute, but everyone didn't notice, and they kept talking excitedly.Fortunately, Teacher Liu didn't know if there was something wrong, and he never came.

After He congee and a few people vented, their mood calmed down a bit, and suddenly they found Huadian: "Speaking of which, will you not use it to go to school in the future?"

"Fuck!" Zheng Que's envious eyes of this game madness were red: "Is it so chic? You don't have to get up early, don't have to do questions, and play games at home every day. Isn't it too comfortable?"

Ying Jiao glanced at him: "Why don't you come?"

"No." Zheng Que didn't understand: "Brother Ci was recommended, and he only needs to learn Mathematical Olympiad now. There is no need to come to school."

He porridge nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's not necessary."

Ying Jiao clicked on WeChat and sent a message to Jing Ci, put down his phone, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's necessary."

He glanced at the people, and said slowly: "No-how can you show your affection?"

He porridge, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: "..."