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Ying Jiao hugged Jing Ci into his arms, looked down at the small hair spin on his head, with a smile in his eyes: “it’s only been awhile since you saw me, and you just couldn’t hold back, tsk tsk.”

Jing Ci panted slightly: “I didn’t mean it, I just didn’t see clearly.” He reached out and pushed away Ying Jiao.

However, he just ran quickly, his whole body limp and unable to exert himself at all, after pushing twice, Ying Jiao still stood still on the spot.


“Oh -” Ying Jiao dragged a long tone, and said in a meaningful way: “You confess to me every day, follow me, fight for me, so many people on the playground just saw you throw yourself into my arms, but I know you didn’t mean to, it was just a accident.”

Jing Ci’s cheeks felt slightly hot, and he tried to explain: “Sorry, don’t get me wrong, I really don’t.”

He paused, fearing that he would make  Li Zhou wait too long, and once again pushed away Ying Jiao: “You let go first, and I will apologize to you when I go back. Li Zhou is still waiting for me in the cafeteria.”

The more anxious he was, the more Ying Jiao wouldn’t let go, and even more vigorously held him by the waist, and directly buckled him into his arms.

“I hugged you first?” Ying Jiao watched him flutter in his arms, somehow, he wanted to bully him hard: “No way, little classmate, if you take advantage, the wicked will sue first.”

It was hot and it happened to be noon. The two young boys hugged each other for so long, and after a while, Jing Ci broke out in fine sweat.

The heat, coupled with the inability to talk sense with Ying Jiao, made Jing Ci’s heart angry. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and tried to persuade Ying Jiao: “I really want to go to dinner, will you let me go?”

“Just let you go if you say something nice.” Ying Jiao’s bad voice came from above his head.

Jing Ci lowered his eyelids, already on the verge of exploding: “Let go.”

“No one won’t let you go.” Ying Jiao said lazily: “How can I let go if you don’t speak?”

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the clothes on Ying Jiao’s back. Before he could react, his knees pushed up hard–

“Fuck.” Ying Jiao took a breath of pain, his face changed.

He arched slightly and looked down at Jing Ci: “You…”

Jing Ci has been with him for a long time. He looked at Ying Jiao coldly, and said lightly: “What’s wrong with me?”

He knew that he would completely offend Ying Jiao today, so he planned to wait for a while to finish his meal and go to the small shop to buy a pencil sharpener. If Ying Jiao comes to beat him, let him show the blood.


Jing Ci rationalized his messed up school uniform, and his slightly narrow eyes were full of provocation.

He pursed his lips slightly, his stubborn little appearance was unexpectedly cute.

Ying Jiao cursed in his heart, and he didn’t know where to point his anger.

“You…” He tried his best to ignore the pain under his body and looked towards Jing Ci.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

Ying Jiao chuckles: “You found it so accurately, have you been staring at it for a long time?”

Jing Ci’s face flushed.

He glared at Ying Jiao and cursed, “You’re sick!” He turned and ran.

Ying Jiao licked his lips, recalling the little expression of shame he had just given, and felt that the pain had alleviated a lot.

Ying Jiao’s reputation in the provincial experiment was quite high. At this time, the playground was full of people. His scuffle with Jing Ci attracted a lot of attention. Ying Jiao watched Jing Ci run away, and glanced at his surroundings blankly, and everyone looked away instantly.

He carried the thermos barrel on the path, walked to a place where no one was there, and finally couldn’t hold back hiss.

Fuck, it hurts, this little pervert is so cruel.

“Why are you here so late?” As soon as Jing Ci entered the canteen, he ran into Li Zhou at the door.

He dragged Jing Ci to the dining area: “I helped you mix your meal, fried mushrooms and mapo tofu, four Liang rice, okay?”

“Okay, it’s all my favorite.” Jing Ci thanked Li Zhou, and sat down at the dinner table: “How much? I’ll give it to you.”

“No need,” Li Zhou waved his hand, not taking the six dollars in his eyes: “You can buy it for me next time.”

“That’s good.” Jing Ci wrote it down carefully and promised meticulously: “I will continue to bring you breakfast tomorrow.”


Li Zhou was amused by him. He felt that Jing Ci’s character was really getting better and better, and he grinned: “Then I will ask you for my breakfast from now on.”

Jing Ci nodded: “Wrap it on me.”

The two smiled at each other and lowered their heads to eat.

The lunch break for the provincial experiment was one hour, and Jing Ci only took twenty minutes to eat. The classroom was noisy and he couldn’t sleep, so he simply took out the math “Five Three” and continued to work on the problems.

His assiduous appearance fell in the eyes of the students in Class 7, which could be called incredible.

He Zhou bumped Peng Chengcheng with his elbow, pointed to the scene, and whispered: “Old Peng, you said he has been doing crazy questions since yesterday. I don’t understand whether he really knows how to do it or not, is it all an act?”

Peng Chengcheng glanced at Jing Ci’s back expressionlessly, and came to a conclusion without thinking: “Blindly writing.”

“But…” He Zhou entangled: “Why I think that he wrote them correctly…”

He stood up: “No…I’m so curious, I’m going to try him.”

Ying Jiao frowned and was about to kick him back. It was unknown what he thought of, he then retracted his feet, and his eyes followed He Zhou.

“Jing Ci,” He Zhou walked to Jing Ci with a workbook, and turned a page casually: “You tell me a question.”

“Which question?” Jing Ci has always been serious about studying. He put down the pen in his hand, glanced at the question He Zhou pointed out, and he had the answer almost instantly.


Li Zhou was not in his seat, Jing Ci gave way to the side, signaled He Zhou to sit in his seat, and started to tell him with the drafting paper: “This question is actually very simple, just remember the formula…”

He quickly wrote several function formulas on the paper, and showed them one by one, and then wrote down the calculation steps in detail: “So c is the correct answer, do you understand it?”

From the moment he spoke, He Zhou was stunned.

He was taken by surprise, he didn’t hear what Jing Ci was talking about at all.

Jing Ci actually knows how to do it! Isn’t he a scumbag like himself? ! Why does the scumbag still have this kind of seemingly advanced question? !

“Didn’t understand?” Jing Ci changed the blank scratch paper and said patiently: “It’s okay, I’ll tell you again.”

Jing Ci’s thoughts are very clear, and his speech is detailed, listing all the knowledge involved in this topic one by one. After speaking three times in a row, He Zhou got a good understanding.

He was holding the exercise book and returned to his seat in a daze, his eyes straightened, and his soul flew away.

“How? He really knows?” The classroom was noisy and Jing Ci’s voice was not loud, even if Zheng Que kept his ears up, he couldn’t hear what the two people were saying.

He smacked He Zhou: “Speak! What’s wrong with you?”

He Zhou turned his neck creakingly, his eyes blurred: “Odd and even remain unchanged, and the symbol looks like the quadrant.”

Zheng Que: “…”

Zheng Que looked at him in horror, pinched his shoulder and shook him violently: “Old He! Old He! What’s the matter with you?! Are you awake?!”

“Don’t shake it, don’t shake it.” He Zhou patted his hand and wiped his face, with a complicated expression: “You don’t know, just…” He pointed to Jing Ci and whispered: “He just glanced at it, and knew the answer, just a glance Old Zheng! Do you understand how I feel?”

“I-f*ck!” Zheng Que couldn’t help but burst into a swear word: “He really knows?”

“Not only that,” He Zhou’s eyes showed his sceptical of life: “Do you know Old Zheng? When he looked up at the question and looked up at me, I always felt that he was using his mind to tell me: “There are still people who can’t solve such a simple question.”


Zheng Que still feels that this is not true: “Maybe it’s a coincidence?”

He pulled out a workbook from a table hole that resembled a doghouse, found a parabolic problem that seemed very difficult, and couldn’t help but said: “I’ll ask too.”

Before He Zhou could stop him, he quickly ran to Jing Ci’s seat, “Jing Ci, do you know this question?”

When Jing Ci arrived for the first time, he didn’t know that Zheng Que was a fool who didn’t even know how many mathematics textbooks there were. He took the workbook and said seriously: “I’ll look at it first.”

This question is much more complicated than what He Zhou asked before. For most high schools, it is a hurdle that is difficult to overcome. But for Jing Ci, it was a piece of cake.

He calculated on the draft paper, and immediately came up with the understanding method and the answer, raised his eyes and motioned Zheng Que to look over: “This question looks complicated, but it is not difficult to find the right method.”

He quickly drew a parabola and marked the coordinates: “Look at the first question first, find the coordinates of pn, let’s find the information given in the title…”

As he spoke, he wrote the steps on paper, and quickly figured out the answer.

He Zhou’s question was simple, but he still had to listen again to his lesson, so he could understand it. But Zheng Que is different, let alone understand, he can’t even read the topic.

He numbly watched Jing Ci calculate the answers to the three small questions in one breath, and before Jing Ci asked him if he understood, he grabbed the draft paper and turned out the answers at the back of the workbook, it was a little bit right.

All right, there is no difference from the standard answer.

He dragged his legs and returned to his place blankly.

“Did he? Didn’t I say he did?” As if he had discovered some new world, He Zhou kept pushing Zheng Que: “Is it right?”

Zheng Que nodded blankly: “All right. And it didn’t take long at all! Didn’t Old Liu always say that the squad leader who was the first in the general exam of our class always said that he couldn’t do the big questions behind him?”

“Damn!” He Zhou clutched his chest and widened his eyes: “You mean…Jing Ci is better than the class monitor?!”


This is so miraculous that even Peng Chengcheng, who has always spoken little, couldn’t help but participate in the topic: “This shouldn’t be, when did he become so powerful?”

He Zhou was startled: “Did he be…”

Ying Jiao kicked He Zhou stool and sneered: “What are you talking about? Doesn’t he always hand in blank papers in the exam?”

Zheng Que nodded: “That’s right, but I always feel that he is a bit wrong these days…”

“What’s wrong?” Ying Jiao looked down and said naturally: “I heard Old Liu said that his parents are both remarried and both have children…”

He ridiculed: “In order to attract the attention of parents, it is not surprising to do something stupid-compelling.”

When he said this, he immediately deflected the thinking of several people.

He Zhou slapped the table abruptly: “Yes, yes! That’s the reason! No wonder!”

He suddenly realized: “No wonder he always handed in blank papers in exams, Old Liu never said anything about it, this feeling is like a king trying to pretend to be bronze.”

(T/n: not sure if that’s correct…)

Zheng Que’s relationship with his parents is not very good. Hearing this, he was suddenly inspired: “I heard that his grades in the senior high school entrance examination were particularly bad. His dad put him in the province and spent a lot of money. Hahahaha, if his dad knew that he was pretending to be a scumbag, wouldn’t he be pissed off?!”

“So much money was spent in vain! Ah, ​​it’s a pity that I don’t have the strength, otherwise I would do the same! Learning to dominate, he can think of such a bad trick!”

Peng Chengcheng shook his head: “It’s a loss, we’re in our second-year.”

“Didn’t he stop pretending now?” He Zhou temporarily acted as the spokesperson for Jing Ci: “I think it’s quite interesting to tell the truth.”

The three people huddled together and talked, with a little admiration for Jing Ci on their faces.

Seeing that they didn’t think about anything else, Ying Jiao stopped participating in the topic, laid down and started to sleep.

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