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Chapter Sixty Nine
Ying Jiao bowed his head and kissed Jing Ci, until Jing Ci couldn't breathe, then let go of him.
"Blam me," Ying Jiao sighed, and made a deep self-reflection: "I have too little kisses for you, which makes you so unskilled."
He looked at Jing Ci thoughtfully, and said seriously: "Hey, do you think we have to make an agreement, such as kissing at least three or five times a day."
"Where do you like to kiss? The clothespin? The classroom? Or the bed?"
Jing Ci flushed, turned his head and said nothing.
Ying Jiao Ren smiled, reached out his hand to touch the back of his neck, took advantage of enough, and accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Do you want to go to a university?"
Because Jing Ci took the road of competition, read a lot of related articles during the period of winning the arrogance, and knew that Jing Ci would be directly recommended.
Seriously caught off guard, Jing Ci was taken aback and nodded: "Well, go to the Department of Mathematics, Peking University."
In the Department of Mathematics, guessed right.
Ying Jiao smiled. Just when he wanted to say something, he heard Jing Ci whisper: "What about you? Where do you...want to take the test?"
"Me?" Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci's lowered eyelashes, suffocating in his heart: "I like Demon City, the atmosphere is open and free. Either Demon City is okay, there are so many delicious ones."
Jing Ci lowered his head and couldn't see the look on his face. After a few seconds, he calmly said, "Well, it's all fine."
He was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Go back, it's almost time for class."
"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao held his wrist and pulled him back again: "How do you feel that your mood is a bit wrong?"
Jing Ci pursed his lips: "No."
Yingjiao smiled helplessly, and reached out to clasp his fingers: "Isn't that stupid? It's funny."
Jing Ci raised his eyes suddenly.
"You go to Peking University, where can I go besides the imperial capital?" Yingjiao led him forward and sneered, "When I study hard for fun these months?"
Jing Cinuan's chest almost rose, and he said guiltily, "I'm sorry..."
"Forget it this time," Yingjiao shook his hand vigorously, then let go: "Next time you dare to hold it alone and don't tell me anything..."
He snorted and said meaningfully: "Look at how I clean up you."
Jing Ci's face blushed silently when he thought of the sorrowful words of Ying Jiao.
The two entered the teaching building, and when they walked to the door of the office, Ying Jiao suddenly said: "You go back first, I'll find Lao Liu."
Jing Ci looked up at him: "Something?"
Ying Jiao said "Um": "When I changed the bed, he always prevaricates me, and I urge him."
He frowned anxiously: "Lao Liu is too ignorant. He always interferes with what he is doing in the bed."
It was the end of class when people came and went in the corridor. Jing Ci was thin-skinned, nodded in embarrassment and embarrassment. He didn't say much, and the obedient ones left first.
Ying Jiao Da reported into the office and went straight to Teacher Liu.
Teacher Liu has a headache when he sees him now, and he just opens his mouth: "What are you doing again?"
Recently, Yingjiao didn't know what was going crazy, and instead of doing serious things, he always pestered him to ask about the branch of mathematics, and asked him to focus on number theory.
Teacher Liu didn't feel that he was wasting his time. He was mainly to win arrogance and he was not a college student. At this stage, understanding this is both time-consuming and useless.
Ying Jiao has a thick face, and didn't care about Teacher Liu's words at all, and slowly swayed to him: "Isn't the theory of the number of times finished yet? You can talk to me again?"
Teacher Liu looked at him a few times and asked suspiciously: "Are you going to apply for math major in the future?"
"No," Yingjiao denied: "I just want to find out."
Jing Ci's birthday was approaching, he pondered for several days, and he didn't know what to give away.
It is too sloppy to simply order a birthday cake.
You can do what you want, Jing Ci has nothing else to like besides mathematics.
Yingjiao has searched the Internet for a long time about what gifts should be given to people who like mathematics, and the results shown are all kinds of books. He calculated the prices, and felt that they were all too cheap and too aggrieved.
Seeing a comment that there are many branches of mathematics, you must first understand the branches he likes, and then choose the gifts according to the branches, otherwise it is easy to give wrong.
Yingjiao pretended to inadvertently confuse Jingci, knowing that he was interested in number theory, so he focused on Teacher Liu.
To be honest, Yingjiao has no idea how anyone in this world likes mathematics, especially after listening to Teacher Liu talk about number theory for a few days.
If he were to choose, he would never want to open a math book in his life.
Ke Jingci likes it.
Although he couldn't understand, he respected Jing Ci's preferences and was willing to understand those boring things for him.
Teacher Liu glanced at him speechlessly, and saw that he was in a posture that he had to listen to. He could only recall the progress of that day, and then went on.
After Jing Ci entered the national training team, the carnival was not only the provincial experiment, but also the major media in Donghai Province.
Whether it is the Donghai Daily or the new media outlets, they all published this news at the first time, and one after another named Jing Ci the title of "Learning God", and it was advocating it.
Suddenly, Jing Ci became famous in Donghai Province. Especially parents, they all regard him as a new role model to educate their children.
This morning, Jingfu had just arrived at the company and went to the coffee bar to grab a sandwich. He was eating while turning on the computer, and he heard several colleagues next to him gather together to discuss——
"Hey, do you know the kid who recently entered the National Training Team of Olympic Games?"
"Why don't you know? My dad still talked to me with the newspaper yesterday, saying that this kid is so prosperous, I wish he was his grandson, hahaha."
"I really don't know how his parents were educated. We are the only one who has entered the national training team in decades. Isn't the one in my family who is in high school and is also studying Olympiad. I told him this morning to let him get more Learn from others."
"Hey, what is the kid's name? I forgot after I saw it."
"Jing Ci? It seems to be called this name."
"Yes, it's Jingci, and the name sounds pretty good."
Jingfu's hand shook, and the sandwich fell onto the laptop keyboard with a snap. He stood up suddenly and looked at those colleagues: "Jing Ci?"
"Yes." A colleague said with a smile: "Don't tell me, Lao Jing, this is really fate. Both of you are named Jing. Is your son named Jingmiao? Now in the Provincial Experimental Junior High School, right? He Jing Ci also It's an alumnus."
In the past, Jing's father was ashamed of Jingci. He never presupposes that he has an elder son, and only talks about the younger one. So even a colleague who has worked with him for a few years does not know that he has two sons.
Father Jing's heart was beating wildly, his throat tightened, and his lips were opened and closed for a long time before he uttered a word: "The national training team...what's going on?"
Thinking that there is a junior high school student in his family, my colleagues suddenly realized that he was thinking about letting his children learn Mathematical Olympiad.
I patiently taught him the concept of the national training team, emphasizing how powerful Jing Ci is, and then said: "That kid is a real cow. You can ask your family Miaomiao to get to know him and learn from him, Ha ha ha."
Next, Jingfu was in a daze, completely unaware of what else his colleague said.
He didn't understand the Olympiad. After Jingci said that there would be no points for the college entrance examination last time, he never paid attention to it.
But now, he heard that Jing Ci had entered the national training team! It's the first one in Donghae Province.
What a glory this is.
Jing's father clenched his fists, regretting that he hadn't.
Knowing that there would be such a result, why did he cut off Jingci's living expenses?
Father Jing took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and began to transfer money to Jing Ci.
Originally wanted to transfer three thousand, but ruthlessly, changed it to five thousand.
After that, after careful consideration, he left a message for Jing Ci——
[I heard that you entered the national training team? This kid, why don't you tell your family about such a big thing? 】
[Dad is proud of you. 】
【when do you have time? Dad will give you a call. 】
After sending out, Jingfu waited and waited, but never waited for Jingci's reply, and even the transfer was confiscated.
At noon, Jing's father was absent-mindedly eating lunch while looking at his mobile phone from time to time, and almost put his chopsticks into the bowl of the person next to him.
The colleague asked amusedly: "Lao Jing, what are you thinking about? Have you had a new project recently?"
Father Jing answered vaguely. After havingtily finished his meal, he went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. He couldn't help but took out his phone and called Jing Ci.
At that time, Jing Ci was preparing for a lunch break. After checking his mobile phone routinely, he saw messages and missed calls from Jing's father.
He stared at the screen for a while, then stood up with his phone.
"Brother Ci! Do you eat spicy strips?" Li Zhou shouted, holding up a bag of spicy strips that had just been opened.
Jing Ci shook his head and said to him: "I won't eat." Then he walked out the door.
He had just walked to the flower bed, Jing's father called again, and his attitude was so good for the first time: "Have you eaten? Have you seen the messages and transfers that Dad gave you? How..."
Jing Ci interrupted his meaningless greetings and said lightly: "Is there something wrong?"
"Can't I call you if I'm okay?" Father Jing smiled dryly, and explained palely: "Last month the company rushed to the project and forgot to transfer your living expenses. So did you, why didn't you remind Dad?"
For some reason, Jing Ci felt a little sad and a little ridiculous.
He calmly said, "I won't use it anymore."
Father Jing stayed for a while: "Why don't you use it?"
"You don't need to transfer money to me anymore." Jing Ci leaned against the wall, remembering what Yingjiao said the other day, and his mood was not affected at all.
Hearing the decisiveness in his words, Jing's father immediately became irritated: "What do you mean? If you are recommended, you will not recognize your parents?!"
This morning, Jing's father looked for a lot of news about Jingci, and he knew his current popularity best.
The only person in Donghai Province who entered the national training team.
If I set up a table in the hotel now, I would invite all my colleagues over and call on the scene. Then tell them that he is Jing Ci's father, and I don't know how beautiful it will be!
Jing's father is a person who loves face very much. He can feel dull because of his ex-wife's cheating, and he has been implicated in Jing Ci for more than ten years. How could the opportunity of such a long face be let go.
He took a deep breath and reminded himself that the current top priority is to coax a good speech.
Forced to suppress the fire in my heart: "Isn't it just one month late for living expenses? As for you to have such a bad temper with your father?"
Jing Ci looked down and asked instead: "If you didn't know about my entry into the national training team, would you call me?"
Father Jing wanted to say why he couldn't, but his lips were opened and closed, and he couldn't say a single word.
Jing Ci laughed mockingly, and stopped listening to Jing's father's leaky excuses, and hung up the phone directly.
This time, he had no other feelings other than ease.
Just treat him as an orphan, and Jing's family, except for the alimony required by law for his father when he grows up, there should be no other contact.
Jing Ci put the phone in his pocket and walked straight to the teaching building without leaving it in front of the flower bed for a long time.
Stepping onto the playground and walking down the steps in front of the teaching building, he just wanted to step up, suddenly a familiar pain came from his temple.
It's just that the pain is no longer as fierce and violent as before, only slightly.
At this moment, there were not many people in front of the building. Jing Ci glanced around and saw Qiao Anyan diagonally behind him.
Qiao Anyan also saw him, still staring at him with ferocious eyes.
The same malice, but the headache is alleviated.
Why?
Jing Ci’s brain is spinning fast, and there are only two ways to solve his headache at present——
One is the touch of Yingjiao, which should be because Yingjiao is also the protagonist of the original book.
The other is the identification of other people in this world.
Reminiscent of the news about him on the Internet in the past few days, Jing Ci guessed that this is almost the reason.
Sure enough, his previous assumptions were not wrong, as long as he kept going high, Qiao Anyan's restraint on him would fail.
With two good things in succession, Jing Ci was in a good mood. He glanced at Qiao Anyan, who had already entered the teaching building, and was about to move on, when an unfamiliar scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
In the dim and old alley, two gangs of gangsters who seemed to be sluggish were fighting each other.
Among them was a teenager who looked exactly like him, who was hitting people around him with a stick.
His movements were so fierce and too big that he quickly pulled most of the hatred value, and a bunch of people turned to him in a flash. In the chaos, he didn't know whose iron rod hit him severely on the head.
The blood came out instantly like a fountain, he fell straight down without saying a word, and never got up again.
Jing Ci's heart palpitated, and the cold sweat immediately soaked the shirt inside.
In the novel, the original body died in a gang fight, so this is the scene before the original body is dying.
But for the original body, this is the future. For myself, this is absolutely impossible.
Then why did I see this picture?
Before Jing Ci could think about it, the same scene appeared in front of him again. It's like a movie, which is played back over and over again.
What exactly is going on? Jing Ci kept thinking while walking forward mechanically. After walking for less than half a minute, he suddenly slammed into the glass door of the teaching building.
This piece of glass door was originally open all year round, but just now Qiao Anyan closed the door deliberately in order to respond.
Because Jing Ci entered the national training team, the leaders of the Education Bureau and the government, in ecstasy, made an exception and decided to come to the province for an experimental inspection at the end of the term.
The dean of education Feng Mao is an official fan. After hearing the good news, he immediately sent someone to clean the teaching building. Even the glass door in front of the teaching building was wiped away without any stains.
The glass door was too clean, and Jing Ci was in a trance, so he ran into it directly.
I don't know whether his impact was too strong, or the glass door was not strong under the wind and rain, and a long crack was knocked out.
Jing Ci didn't find it.
The moment his forehead hit the door, the shock and pain from his head made him instantly overlap with the person in his mind who was beaten to death by the stick.
He held his head and squatted down, and for a moment he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
"Is there any damage?" Ying Jiao walked to Jing Ci's side, cupped his face with his hands, and looked up and down anxiously.
He just went into the classroom after going to the bathroom, and after missing Jing Ci, he asked one more question.
Hearing Li Zhou said that Jing Ci went out with his mobile phone, Ying Jiao immediately thought of the people from the Jing family, and was really uneasy, so he went out to look for him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he came downstairs, he saw Jing Ci hit the glass door.
Jing Ci let him move blankly, his eyes straight out of focus.
"Baby, what's the matter with you?" Ying Jiao held his cold hand, took him aside, and kept stroking his face and the back of his neck, trying to get him back: "Talk, don't scare me."
Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, barely concentrating a little.
"I'm not afraid." Ying Jiao was afraid to touch the bag that hit his forehead, so he didn't dare to hug him, so he could only half embrace him cautiously, and said softly: "I'm here, I'm here."
At this moment, an angry roar came from the building: "Who made this?! Who made this?!"
Feng Mao hurried to the door with a dark face, looked at the crack in the glass, and almost fainted.
The leaders came right away, but the door of the teaching building was broken. How could this leave a good impression on the leaders? !
He swept across the few students in front of the building angrily, almost jumping off his feet with anger: "Who did it? Stand up for me quickly! Don't let me check it myself!"
"Is it better?" Ying Jiao met Shang Jingci's eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you more comfortable?"
Ying Jiao's voice pulled Jing Ci back to reality, his head was now full of chaos, he hadn't realized what had happened, and he nodded blankly.
Yingjiao asked again: "Can I go by myself?"
Jing Ci nodded slowly again.
"Wait here later, I will ask He Congee to pick you up."
Using the angle and the occlusion of the two figures, with Feng Mao on his back, he quickly sent a WeChat message to He Congee.
"You have to wait until He congee comes over, you know?"
Jingci's consciousness hasn't fully recovered yet, but he still instinctively listened to Yingjiao's words: "Okay."
Ying Jiao let go of his hand, raised his eyelids and glanced at Feng Mao who was still roaring.
Taking a step forward, Jing Ci strictly blocked the back, and said lightly: "I did it."