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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Sixty One"

weight="142177"

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

mode = "manual"

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Yingjiao's dizziness is not natural.

At the age of twelve, he witnessed his mother's suicide with his own eyes.

The young boy who had just won a ball game opened the bathroom door in sweat, and when he looked up, his eyes were covered with large swaths of blood.

In the exquisitely decorated and warm bathroom, his mother was lying in the bathtub with her eyes closed and her face pale, with a long and deep cut on her dangling wrist.

The woman who had been careful to him before he went out, after only half a day, ignored him no matter how he shouted or cried.

After being troubled by depression for several years, the grand arrival of Ying Shengjun's mother Ye Lili became the last straw that overwhelmed her.

After she made a will and allocated her property to ensure that her son would have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life, she chose to leave without looking back.

The bathroom at home was once the favorite place of Yingjiao's childhood.

At that time, he took his little golden retriever and happily played in the water.

Every time, his mother's gentle reminders and exhortations were accompanied by his ears.

After he took care of himself completely, she would always squat down to touch him, and then touch his little golden retriever, boasting that arrogance is great, and her brother is great.

But from that day on, the bathroom became his nightmare.

No matter day or night, the overwhelming red is always in his mind, lingering.

Then, Ying Jiao found that he would never see blood anymore.

He didn't tell anyone, he didn't even know what porridge he had been with him since he was a kid.

He had encountered accidents like today and I don't know how many times, every time he gritted his teeth and carried it by himself. Anyway, he just fainted for a while and couldn't kill anyone.

But this time it was different, the same blood, the same dizziness.

The person he most wants to protect in the world.

The one who even likes it is forced to ask out when he meets his head.

But at the first moment, he stretched out his hand and covered his eyes.

Ying Jiao leaned on Jing Ci with his eyes closed, allowing him to help him to the milk tea shop on the side of the road.

"A cup of milk tea, oatmeal, um, whatever. Sorry, can you give me a cup of hot water?"

"Yes, don't be too hot."

"thanks."

The unique touch of the milk tea cup touched his lips, and Jing Ci's slightly anxious voice came from his ear: "Win arrogance? Win arrogance, drink a little."

At that moment, it seemed that even the blood that had troubled him for many years was gone. There is nothing else in my mind but this person.

"I...I'm fine." Ying Jiao gasped for a few times, opened his eyes slightly, and smiled hard: "Don't worry."

"Drink some water." Jing Ci leaned against him and lifted the milk tea cup up, his face full of worry.

Ying Jiao opened his mouth as he wanted.

A little bit of warm water flowed into the mouth, just right to relieve the cold of the body, and even the limbs began to regain consciousness.

Ying Jiao leaned on Jing Ci, and the corners of his mouth were picked up uncontrollably. For the first time, he felt that this feeling of powerlessness was not so bad.

After Yingjiao recovered completely, the two of them got up and went back to school.

On the way back, Jing Ci had a twelve-point spirit, like a little beast that went out for the first time, vigilant about all the factors that might be unfavorable to winning arrogance.

Seeing him like this, Ying Jiao only felt that his heart was softened.

Do you have Santa Claus in the dark? Bring such a good Jing Ci to his side.

Ying Jiao gave a chuckle, and stretched out his hand to hook Jing Ci's little finger under the cover of his school uniform sleeve.

Jing Ci was taken aback and looked around reflexively. Looking at Ying Jiao's smiling side face, he pursed his lower lip and didn't move, letting him hold himself in this way and walk towards the school step by step.

After the final exam, the whole school relaxed, and even the forum resumed its previous popularity.

[Liberated, wait for the results to go home for a good year. 】

[Speaking of which, it will be the finals of the National Mathematics High Federation soon. I don't know what Ci's results will be. 】

[Wait to see, the final will last for five days, and the result will be available on the seventh day. 】

[Ci Ge, they have been preparing for the finals all this time, it seems they haven't studied much, right? I suddenly had a bold idea...Will it be me first this time? 】

[I admire people upstairs who have no self-awareness. Even if you haven't studied for almost a month, you should quit your brother or quit your brother, okay? 】

[Not necessarily, what if? 】

[I didn't expect the final results very much. When you say this, you seem to be looking forward to the results as soon as possible, hahahaha. 】

[It is estimated that Brother Ci doesn't care about the final grades now. If you can join the national training team, it is equivalent to directly sending Tsinghua University to Peking University. You can choose your major at random. I am envious. 】

[Enter the national training team and then pass two rounds of selection. Will my brother join the national mathematics reserve team, and then represent the country in the international Olympic mathematics competition? 】

[Upstairs, you... Forget it, I'm tired at the end of the term, sleep well, and continue to dream. 】

With the attention of all the teachers and students in the school, Jing Ci finally arrived on the day of departure.

The National Mathematics High School Finals is also called the National Mathematics Winter Camp for Middle School Students. It lasts for five days and will be hosted by Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School this year.

On the first day, the provincial leaders gathered for a meeting to learn about the rules of the game.

The next day was to visit Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School to get familiar with the examination room.

The third and fourth days are the exams.

There is actually nothing wrong on the fifth day. The provincial teams can check out and leave in the morning.

Two days after the finals, the results will be announced one after another. Some provincial teams will continue to stay in hotels and wait for the results to come out.

The specific arrangements for the provincial experiment have not been notified to the students, so Jing Ci is not clear.

"Did you bring everything? Did you leave it?" Zhao Feng looked more nervous than anyone else, and asked over and over again: "Don't go halfway, suddenly remembering what else is missing."

"Take it right." Zhou Chao had sweaty palms, but Zhao Feng's nervousness disappeared in an instant. He leaned to Jing Ci and whispered: "We, Teacher Zhao, asked this sentence four times, and I counted it."

Jing Ci couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Feng also seemed to notice that he was too tight, for fear of causing secondary pressure to the students. He coughed, and changed the subject: "Yangcheng is about two hours away from us by high-speed rail. We can get to the hotel in the evening. I paid Little Xiao the guest fee. When you arrive, you will meet Little Xiao first. I will tell you what to pay attention to during the winter camp."

Regardless of whether it is a contestant or a teacher leading the team, a certain fee must be paid to the organizer.

Everyone’s camp fee is different, about 2,000 yuan on average.

The results of the Olympic Games in this year's provincial experiment were unprecedentedly good, so the school is also generous, and directly bears all the expenses needed in the competition, including camp fees, travel expenses, etc., which greatly reduces the pressure on Jingci.

"Also," Zhao Feng thought for a while and then said, "If there is any situation of unacceptable water and soil, don't be embarrassed, and don't take medicine indiscriminately. Tell me first, you know?"

"understood."

"That's OK," Zhao Feng waved a big hand: "Let's go."

On the way to Yangcheng, because of the pressure of the finals, even Zhou Chao's words were not disturbed for the first time.

After getting on the high-speed rail, as soon as they found their place, several people opened their schoolbags and prepared to read the book again. Whether they could read it or not, just ask for psychological comfort.

Jing Ci put his luggage on the luggage rack above, touched the bag, and was stunned.

The tentacle is not the paper texture of Mathematical Olympiad, but a kind of hard plastic.

He slowly took out what he touched, which was a box of coconut milk small square cake.

"Brother Ci, are you so exquisite?" Zhou Chao glanced at the small square cake in his hand, as if he had discovered the new world, and smiled: "You have to bring desserts when you go out. This wave of operations is fine."

Jing Ci didn't answer him, he looked at the box of small square cakes in his hand, for a long time, he suddenly smiled.

This is the unique way of cheering for him and Yingjiao. He knows everything he wants to say. He will do his best, no matter what the result is, he will not regret it.

In the classroom at this time, the seven students who had survived the final exam were all lighthearted. Some got together to chat, some read novels below, and a few couples who were in love changed seats secretly and were holding hands under the table.

He declined the invitation to play cards, Ying Jiao sat on his seat peacefully, opened the pencil case, and prepared to take the pen to do a set of math problems.

He opened the zipper and he was taken aback.

I don't know when it was stuffed into a small piece of paper in the pen bag that was supposed to have only pens.

The place where the note is stacked is square, and there is not even a trace of asymmetry. There is no need to ask at all, Yingjiao knows that it is Jing Cifang.

Is there something I want to tell him, because I'm sorry, can I only express it in this way?

Ying Jiao smiled and opened the note.

Yingjiao's chest almost rose warmly.

The small piece of paper is full of his study tasks these days.

Which subject and which exercise book to do on which day, clearly marked. The timing was also just right, so that he would neither be too tight nor too relaxed.

His boyfriend, before such an important game, still worried about him in his heart.

Ying Jiao looked down, rubbing his thumb on the note for a long time, then put it back in his pencil case, and changed a workbook according to Jing's words.

After Jing Ci arrived in Yangcheng, they directly took a taxi to the hotel designated by the organizer.

Zhao Feng collected the IDs of a few people and checked them in at the front desk, while instructing: "Go to the room and put your luggage later. Don't run around just starting tomorrow's winter camp. Did you hear that?"

"I got it." Several people responded and took back their ID cards and went back to their rooms.

Jing Ci and Zhou Chao lived in a twin room. As soon as they opened the door, Zhou Chao wowed, "The room is so good!"

The organizer will choose very well. Although this hotel is an old business hotel, it has just been renovated and the decoration of the rooms is beautiful and atmospheric.

Zhou Chao threw his suitcase on the ground and chose a bed to sit down, sighing: "This trip is not in vain. Even if you can't get results, it's worth staying in this hotel for five days."

Jing Ci gave a hum, put his schoolbag upright on the bedside, and was about to pack up his luggage. When he took out the things he needed, the phone in his pocket shook.

He took it out and saw that it was news of winning arrogance.

[Arrogance]: Arrived?

Jing Ci took a look at the time, and just finished the fourth quarter, no wonder Yingjiao uses his mobile phone.

[Jing]: Well, I have arrived at the hotel.

Afraid of winning, Jing Ci thought for a while, took two photos in the room with his mobile phone, and sent them to him.

[Jing]: The decoration of the hotel is pretty good, and the environment is also good.

Yingjiao immediately replied

[Arrogant]: good-looking.

Jing Ci smiled, just about to ask him if he went to dinner, a new message popped up in the dialog box——

[Arrogance]: The best thing is talking to me.

The author has something to say: After wearing the book-

Jingci: There are deflated calves in the dark.

Winning pride: There is Santa Claus in the dark.