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Chapter Forty Seven
When Jing Ci returned to the dormitory, it was just 10:40, and the lights in the dormitory hadn't been turned off.
Li Zhou was lying on the bed with Erlang's legs up and playing games. Hearing the movement, he turned his head and glanced: "I came back from my self-study?"
Jingci replied vaguely: "Yeah."
"You guys are really not human beings." Li Zhou just ended the game and put down his phone to spit out: "This way I can sit still in the classroom." He patted his head, and suddenly he thought of something, and said: "Yes. Now, Wu Weicheng came to you before, as if he had a question for you."
"Huh?" Jing Ci paused with his hand taking off his jacket, and then pulled the opened zipper up again: "Then I'll go take a look."
"Hey?!" Li Zhou wanted to stop him, telling him that he had sent a WeChat message to Wu Weicheng saying that he was back, but Jingci went so fast that he didn't even hear it.
"How do you feel that he is a little excited today..." Li Zhou scratched his head and muttered in wonder.
Ten minutes later, Jing Ci returned. After taking the time to wash up in the water room, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped hair.
Li Zhou stretched his head over the railing and asked him, "Are you going to wait until twelve o'clock today?"
Jing Ci tilted his head to look at him: "What are you doing?"
"Eat safe and secure fruit!" Li Zhou pointed to the apple on the table, and he chuckled, "You have to wait until twelve o'clock to eat it."
"Really?" This was the first time Jing Ci heard such a statement. He put down the towel, took out the red packaged Pingguo from his schoolbag, and held it in his palm for a closer look.
It seems to be different from other packaging.
It's red and cute, ah, there are small bright stars on the side...
"What are you secretly laughing at yourself?" Li Zhou leaned over, looked at his face, and then at the Pingguo in his hand. He fiddled with the packing box. He was strange: "Isn't it just an ordinary apple? Is there any coke? of?"
Jing Ci subconsciously touched his face: "Am I smiling?"
Li Zhou rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the mirror next to the bed and looked at him: "Look for yourself."
He looked at Jing Ci's face carefully: "Why are you in such a good mood today?"
The cancellation of the Olympiad for the college entrance examination is such a big mess, of course, it is impossible for the students in Class 7 to be ignorant. Afraid that Jingci felt uncomfortable, they all agreed not to mention it.
Li Zhou is both Jing Ci's classmate and roommate. He spends much more time with Jing Ci than others, so he pays extra attention.
Unexpectedly, Jing Ci not only didn't care at all, but didn't know why he was so happy.
Jing Ci stared at the front in a daze.
In the mirror, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, his eyes were full of smiles, and he knew that he was in a good mood.
Li Zhou put down the mirror: "I see it, let me share with you any good things."
Jing Ci looked down and carefully unpacked quiet and safe fruit: "Quickly let go of the New Year's Day holiday."
"That's it?" Li Zhou sighed, "Don't you just have three days? Besides, the final exam will be required soon after the release. Ah, no, you are not afraid of exams."
Jing Ci smiled and said nothing, and stood up holding the apple: "I'm going to wash the apple, did I wash it for you by the way?"
"No, let's go together." Li Zhou casually grabbed a safe and secure fruit, ripped open the package, threw it into the trash can, and went out with Jing Ci: "Anyway, I must wait until zero. "
Without waiting for Jing Ci to speak, he smiled and said, "I know you will definitely not wait. Go to bed on time at eleven, right? I know better than anyone else."
Jing Ci, who was determined by him that he would definitely not wait until zero, that night, he abruptly called himself up on the alarm clock of his mobile phone. Blindfolded, he touched the pillow, touched the apple, and took a bite.
In the darkness, Li Zhou was shocked when he heard the sound, and raised his phone to take a picture here. Seeing Jingci's sleepy eyes were narrowed, and he was still gnawing the apple unremittingly. He suddenly laughed: "As for What you?"
"Didn't you say that eating at zero is effective," Jing Ci swallowed the pulp in his mouth, with a nasal sound in his voice, which sounded softer than usual: "I will try."
Li Zhou took a bite of the apple, curious: "What wish do you care so much about? Tsinghua or Peking University?"
Jing Ci's chewing action paused without speaking.
The phone dinged on his hand, Jing Ci rubbed his eyes, and waited for his eyes to gradually adjust to the brightness of the screen, then picked up the phone. This is news of winning arrogance——
[Arrogant]: Merry Christmas.
Jing Ci changed the apple to his left hand, typed in his right hand, and even his fingertips were jumping happily——
[Jing]: Merry Christmas.
A few days after Christmas, it is New Year's Day.
In the provincial experiment, there are three days off for the first year and second year of the high school, and two days less for the third year, and the holiday is only on the first day.
Winning arrogance during the holiday at the end of the month can use a small trick to keep Jing Ci from going home, but it's impossible on New Year's Day.
Yingjiao was uneasy, and when the classroom was noisy and no one could hear the conversation between them, he asked Jing Ci: "When will you go back to school?"
Jing Ci originally wanted to stay at school on the 30th and 31st with the high school students, and wait until the 1st before going back.
But last night Jingfu called him and emphasized that he would go home as soon as he was on holiday. Said that relatives at home had a gathering on New Year's Day and asked him to be present.
Jing Ci calculated the time and replied: "In the afternoon on the first."
Ying Jiao frowned slightly: "Not at school two days ago?"
"Well, I have to go home this time."
"If..." Ying Jiao thought about the words and said, trying his best to euphemistically: "Call me if you have anything, you know?"
He looked at Jing Ci and chuckled: "I know you don't want to trouble others, but am I someone else? We hugged and kissed, and Old Liu has admitted our relationship. That's it. You are still seeing me outside, a little bit unreasonable, right?"
Jing Ci was so hot on his cheeks that he wanted to refute but was afraid that he would not be able to say it. Instead, he was walked in and nodded indiscriminately: "Yeah."
"Keep your mobile phone with you at all times," Ying Jiao said again: "I have to reply to the message I sent you as soon as I see it."
Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay."
When school was over on the evening of the 29th, Jing Ci stepped on the bus going home for the second time and knocked on Jing's door.
This time, Jing Miao, who came to open the door, saw Jing Ci and complained with a sullen face: "I won't come back soon after school. The whole family is waiting for you to eat. You are embarrassed."
Jing Ci only regarded him as air, changed his shoes and walked into the living room.
Father Jing coughed, put down the financial magazine in his hand, and wanted to show a smile on Jing's speech. After trying several times, he felt uncomfortable, so he just kept it as it was: "Eat."
Zhao Jinfeng's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes, so he put the dishes on the dining table heavily.
Father Jing glanced at her, his lips moved, and he didn't say anything.
For supper, it is estimated that Jing's father had specially explained it, and he did very well. Fish, meat and vegetables are the best meal Jing Ci has ever had.
But the people at the same table either had their faces calm, or threw their chopsticks and knocked the bowl, the atmosphere was extremely rigid, and no matter how delicious they were, they couldn't taste it.
After finally filling his stomach, Jing Ci was about to go back to his room when he was stopped by Jing's father.
Father Jing sat on the sofa with a cup of digestion tea, and asked Jing Ci: "How is your competition?"
Jing Ci said lightly: "The results have not yet come out."
"If you haven't come out, don't you know how you are doing in the exam? Don't you know how you did it?" Father Jing frowned: "Don't be fooled by my practice. Is it not good or something? Is there any guarantee of bonus points for the college entrance examination?"
Jing Ci looked at him mockingly, and his heart was calm: "The Ministry of Education has issued a document notice a few days ago. Starting next year, the college entrance examination will no longer add points."
"What?" Father Jing stood up suddenly, excitedly comparable to a third-year student who had won the Olympiad: "If you don't add it, you won't add it? What about your extra points?"
Jing Ci didn't want to communicate with him anymore, and said: "I don't need extra points." He lifted his foot and left.
Father Jing endured and endured, after all he didn't suppress the fire, and said angrily: "You don't know what your surname is in the first exam, right? You don't need extra points?! If you don't have extra points, what guarantee will you get the first place? one?"
He looked at Jing Ci and scolded, "Where are you going back for me?! Miaomiao still has questions to ask you later."
Other scenes can be tolerated, after all, the person in front of him is the father of this body. Only let him coach Jing Miao on this point, he would never accept it.
"If you have a question, let him go to school to ask the teacher," Jing Ci turned his head and looked at Jing's father blankly: "It's no good to find a tutor."
"You..." Jing Fu pointed at him, and when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Jing Ci: "How to learn in the past, learn now, let me teach him?"
Jing Ci raised his lips coldly, and glanced at Zhao Jinfeng, who was gloating next to him: "Aren't you afraid that he won't even be able to pass the high school entrance exam for my counseling?"
Seeing Zhao Jinfeng's vigilant gaze for an instant, Jing Ci knew that Jing's father would never mention this to him again.
Sure enough, when he closed the door of the room, Jing's father wanted to say a few more words, but Zhao Jinfeng persuaded him to go back.
Jing Ci sat on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.
He suddenly felt a little distressed for the original owner. With such a native family, his rebellion seemed to be justified.
Jing Ci decided to stay at school as much as possible, no matter what vacation he would take. Even if Father Jing said that the flowers were coming, he wouldn't come back all right again to find sin.
In this case, it would be inconvenient for the daily clothes to be worn at Jing's house. It is better to take all the clothes to the dormitory, so that you have to come back when you don’t need to wear them.
Jing Ci's dormitory is a standard six-person room, but so far they have only lived in him and Li Zhou. It is estimated that there will be no more people in the future. The cabinets are mostly empty, and it is absolutely not a problem to put a few clothes.
Jing Ci did it as he thought of it, put his schoolbag on the bedside, opened the closet and started sorting out the clothes that he wanted to bring to school.
He found a big bag at the top of the cabinet, first took a few coats, folded them and put them in, then went to get the sweater again. Just holding the corner of the clothes and lifting it up, a hard-skinned notebook suddenly fell out of the sweater.
Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, bent over and picked up the notebook.
Hidden in such a secret place, obviously I don't want to be seen by others. Jing Ci guessed that this should be the diary of the original owner.
He has never had the memory of the original owner, and there are not many descriptions of the original owner in the novel, so he does not know what kind of person the original owner is.
It is strange to say that Jing Ci has been wearing it for so long and has never seen the original font.
The original owner's personality is very paranoid. Even if he never does his homework in school, he even passes the exams by hand in blank papers. No matter what Teacher Liu says, he is determined not to change.
Maybe after reading the diary, I might understand a little bit of the original owner's thoughts.
Jing Ci thought about it, and opened the diary in his hand.
Jing Ci's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.
The pale yellow paper did not record some of the original owner's thoughts as he imagined. From beginning to end, the name of Yingjiao is written.
However, what shocked Jingci was not the original owner's obsession with Yingjiao, but his little writing habit——
When writing the word "Win", the original owner had a small circle in the word "月" in the lower left corner because of the continuity of strokes.
Although the original owner's handwriting is completely different from his, but this alone is exactly the same.
Jing Ci held the diary tightly, and the whole figure seemed to be trapped in a cloud of mist.
Is it possible that there are two people in this world whose names, looks, and even writing habits are exactly the same?
What is the relationship between him and the original owner?
He is here, what about the original owner? Did he disappear or go to his world?
wrong? !
Jing Ci's back suddenly felt cold. How did this novel appear on his phone? He couldn't remember it at all.
He only remembered turning on the phone one day, and suddenly there was such a novel in it. It just happened that the college entrance examination was over at that time, so he rarely relaxed for a while, and then watched it along.
But why has he never thought about this problem before, even if he didn't even doubt it?
One question after another came up, Jing Ci took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He doesn't know this for the time being, but it doesn't matter, take your time, the truth will come to light one day.
I don't know why, at this time. He suddenly had a hunch: As long as the problem that would cause headaches when seeing Qiao Anyan is solved, other problems will be solved.
Jing Ci calmed down for a moment, then put the diary deep in the cabinet and didn't read it again. Just as I was about to continue packing my clothes, my phone suddenly shook. He picked it up, it was a message of winning arrogance.
[Arrogance]: Have you finished eating?
Jing Ci unlocked the phone and replied to him——
[Jing]: Well, it’s finished, have you eaten yet?
[Arrogance]: I am eating, with He porridge and the others.
[Pride]: This Japanese food store is ok, I will bring you over next time [photo][photo].
The Japanese food store’s presentation is pretty good, not to mention the fact that there are many things to win, and of course you have to choose that kind of tall place after a holiday.
Jing Ci zoomed in and looked at the picture, marveling at typing——
[Jing]: It looks good.
Ying Jiao caught an Arctic shellfish and put it in his mouth. Seeing Jing Ci's reply, a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
Ying Jiao put down his chopsticks, and chatting with Jing Ci, he was already wondering in his heart how to abduct him tomorrow and bring him to have a meal.
Seeing his obsessive chatting, He Chou couldn't help but roll his eyes. Don't think about it, it's almost like a flower. The chatting object must be Jing Ci.
Several people didn't want to care about him and saved him from making a fuss, but who would like to pick up ton after ton of dog food? Do you feel panic when you look at it? !
Zheng Que couldn't stand it first. He stood up and knocked the bowl in front of Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, can you be normal?"
Ying Jiao raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Zheng Que was speechless: "No, you two stick together every day, what is there to talk about? I have been chasing people recently, are you like you?"
Yingjiao said indifferently: "Oh, so you were rejected."
Zheng Que: "..."
Ying Jiao glanced at the WeChat interface and saw that there was no new news. He raised his eyes and looked at him: "I found that you are very broad-minded.Can't you type and type for my love?"
He porridge, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: "..."
Zheng Que's body shook unbearably. He wiped his face and completely surrendered: "No one hinders your love, please... please just play."
The author has something to say: People who have read my love story may know that I am more willing to write that there is cause and effect.
So it’s not accidental to wear a book. It’s not accidental that Jingci was 8 off his waistcoat as soon as he came.
Desperately hold down the claws I want to spoiler...
Brother Jiao: Chat with Jingci = Typing for love.