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Strictly speaking, this is the first time Jing Ci has come to a cinema.
The position chosen by Ying Jiao is in the middle of the third row, and the view is very good.
Because the movie theater is near the school, most of the people who come are students, and there are no parents with any bear children. Everyone sat quietly and watched the movie.
The movie was also okay, ignoring some unrealistic plots and the wrong math problem on the blackboard. It is quite interesting to see another high school life that is completely different from his own.
One-third of the movie has passed, and the plot conflicts have become more and more obvious. Jing Ci took a sip of his milk tea and waited intently for the next scene.
He didn’t put the milk tea back, but held it in his hand to warm his hands.
Ying Jiao didn’t know why he didn’t allow him to drink coke, but Jing Ci didn’t care. He has no preference when it comes to drinks. It doesn’t matter what kind of drink it is, it’s all the same for him, so it was whatever Ying Jiao chooses for him.
Jing Ci swallowed the pearl in his mouth and took another sip.
On the big screen, the plot has developed to where the cannon fodder comes to provoke the male protagonist.
As a male protagonist, of course, the colder the expression, the better, and the fewer words the cooler. After the cannon fodder clamored for a while, it seemed that he was irritated by him. He bent down and picked up a brick on the ground, and shot towards the male lead’s head all at once.
In an instant, blood flew from his head. Half of the big screen, there is the blood-stained face of the male protagonist.
Jing Ci was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to see Ying Jiao.
It’s just that before he turned his head, he had already collapsed into his arms.
Ying Jiao closed his eyes tightly, with cold sweat on his head, already in a state of semi-fainting.
“Ying Jiao?” Jing Ci called to him in a low voice, and Ying Jiao didn’t react at all.
Jing Ci looked around. They were sitting in the middle, with people on both sides. Ying Jiao hadn’t woken up yet. It was impossible for him to go out. He could only find a way to wake him up.
The first time he encountered the situation of Ying Jiao fainting from the sight of blood, Jing Ci awoke him abruptly by pinching his arm.
But this time, Jing Ci tried several times, but couldn’t get it right. He put his milk tea cup that was still warm on his face, and kept pushing him with his hands, whispering his name in his ear.
Ying Jiao’s eyebrows moved, he didn’t seem to faint completely. Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, put the milk tea aside, and clasped his cold hands tightly. Afraid of disturbing others’ watching the movie, he tried to get closer to Ying Jiao and kept calling him.
“It’s okay…” After more than a minute, Ying Jiao finally gained some consciousness. He gritted his teeth, restrained the uncontrolled shaking of his body, and squeezed two words from his teeth.
“Can you move now?” The light in the movie theater was very dark, and Jing Ci couldn’t see his face clearly, and he was a little worried, and persuaded him in a low voice: “Let’s not watch it, shall we go out?”
Ying Jiao remained silent.
Just as Jing Ci wanted to ask him again, Ying Jiao’s weak but unusually persistent voice sounded in his ears: “Do you think I can’t?”
He took a few breaths, and then added: “Just kidding, one hundred and eighty minutes is absolutely fine.”
Jing Ci: “…”
Seeing that he still had the energy to think about these messy things, Jing Ci didn’t worry so much in his heart. He didn’t answer the question, and thought for a while: “Why don’t you wait for me here, I’ll go out and get you some hot water?”
The last time he went to the school infirmary room, the school doctor asked him to drink hot water.
Ying Jiao felt much better now. Compared to seeing blood on Jing Ci last time, the artificial blood on the screen has only a momentary impact on him.
“No.” He moved, trying to straighten up, only to realize that his hand was being held by Jing Ci.
Jing Ci’s hand was smaller than his, even if he stretched his fingers as far as possible, he couldn’t completely wrap his hand.
Ying Jiao raised the corners of his lips slightly, and acted aggressively: “Isn’t your milk tea hot? Give me a sip.”
Jing Ci was stunned for a while: “I’ve drunk it all.”
“It’s okay,” Ying Jiao still closed his eyes: “We have both kissed before, do you still care about this?”
Others are still watching movies, Jing Ci doesn’t want to argue with him. He hesitated for a few seconds, and wanted to exchange his straw with his. But he didn’t expect that the milk tea would be snatched by Ying Jiao as soon as he held it.
He seems to have recovered a lot, and even has strength in his hands. Without waiting for Jing Ci to stop him, he bit the straw and took a big sip while looking at Jing Ci’s eyes.
When Jing Ci’s cheeks became hot, he immediately turned his head and stopped looking at him.
In the end, the two people insisted on watching the movie. As for whether they watched it, it was unknown.
When they walked out of the cinema, the atmosphere was a little bit embarrassing, and neither of them spoke first.
Ying Jiao kept wondering in his heart how to redeem himself.
Who can think of young love with a brick scene?
If you fall in love, just fall in love. What can you do with these messy shots? !
It’s simply not logical.
There must be something wrong with the director and the film reviews!
No, he had to try to make Jing Ci forget about it.
Jing Ci walked next to Ying Jiao, and thought in his heart that Ying Jiao seemed to care about fainting from the sight of blood.
The first time he saw this, he asked him to write a letter of guarantee for this. Should he pretend that nothing happened?
But after all, they just watched a movie. What should he say about the movie?
Why not talk about the exam?
The two turned their heads to look at each other at the same time.
Ying Jiao: “You…”
Jing Ci: “You…”
Ying Jiao coughed: “If I were to say that I just took a nap back there, would you believe it?”
Jing Ci: “…”
The corners of Jing Ci’s lips bend uncontrollably, he lowered his head and smiled, “Believe it.”
“How do I think you don’t believe it?” Ying Jiao gritted his teeth, raised his chin, and stared into his eyes: “What are you laughing at?”
Jing Ci had been suffocating his laugh and endured hard. But when he asked this, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“I’m sorry,” he smiled while avoiding Ying Jiao’s hand, remembering the scene when he had just crossed over, and rarely teased him: “Do you need me to write you another guarantee?”
Jing Ci’s personality is relatively light, and he rarely laughs like this. A pair of dark eyes were full with smiles.
Ying Jiao looked at him, feeling soft in his heart, only feeling that it didn’t matter about saving face or for fainting.
He stretched out his hand and squeezed Jing Ci’s face, and said in a low voice, “No guarantee this time. I want another kind of letter.”
Jing Ci was puzzled: “What?”
“Little classmate,” Ying Jiao laughed, his eyes tightly looking at his face, as if he was joking or serious: “Will you give me a love letter?”
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, then his face instantly became uncomfortable. He pushed away Ying Jiao, raised his foot and walked forward.
Ying Jiao looked at his hurried back, calmed his mood, and secretly warned himself not to be anxious, speeding up his pace to catch up.
“Why are you running?”
“…I didn’t run.”
“Get on,” Ying Jiao took the bicycle next to him, and patted the back seat of his bike: “Brother, how about the lemon grilled fish?”
Jing Ci cast his eyes down and didn’t look at him, and jumped to the back seat of the car neatly: “I can do it.”
Ying Jiao turned his head slightly and asked him, “Are you seated?”
Ying Jiao raised the leg that was on the ground, stepped on the pedals hard, and rode forward all the way.
The wind poured into his wide school uniform, propped up a bulging arc behind, driving his coat to fly up slightly, revealing a black sweater on his waist.
Upon seeing this, Jing Ci quietly pulled his school uniform down, squeezing out the wind, and then let go.
After the monthly exam, the students in the provincial experiment relaxed briefly. Jing Ci had it the opposite from them, because the provincial preliminary of the National Mathematical League had begun.
The day before the competition, Teacher Zhao did not ask them to do any questions, but carefully explained to them the things that need to be paid attention to before the exam——
“Although many of you here have participated in the math league, you should still not ignore the instructions, otherwise, if something goes wrong, the year’s hard work will be wasted.”
Teacher Zhao took a sip of water, glanced slowly down the stage, and continued: “Assemble in front of the second teaching building at 5:30 tomorrow morning. You are not allowed to be late! Our math competition class is lined up at the rightmost pillar in front of the building. Everyone has to wear their school uniforms.”
“I already told you about the time of the exam, and I will emphasize it again. It is held at Tunghai University and the exam starts at 8 o’clock. From 8 to 9:20 is the first test, and from 9:40 to 12:10 is the second test.”
Having said that, he looked at Jing Ci: “No matter what the situation, you are not allowed to hand in papers in advance, have you heard?”
Jing Ci: “…”
Jing Ci responded with his other classmates: “I heard it.”
“Okay, I won’t talk too much nonsense.” Teacher Zhao was about to end his concluding remark, but suddenly as if thinking of something, he said: “Wait, there is one more thing, I almost forgot to say it.”
“Get up early tomorrow, the cafeteria will not open at that time, but it doesn’t matter. The school will take care of breakfast. After you gather and board the bus, it will be delivered to you.”
Teacher Zhao thought for a while, and time there was really nothing else to remind them of, and with a big wave, let them go.
“Tomorrow morning, I will wait for you at the corridor entrance on the third floor. What time will you come out?” Zhou Chao asked Jing Ci after he walked out of the classroom.
Jing Ci thought for a moment: “About five ten.”
Zhou Chao clapped his hands: “I’ll do the same. Let’s meet at five ten.”
Jing Ci nodded: “Okay.”
“See you tomorrow morning.”
“See you tomorrow.”
After returning to the classroom, Jing Ci didn’t open his workbook to work on questions as usual, but took out a transparent file bag and began to organize his stuff to be brought tomorrow.
Ying Jiao put down his pen and asked him: “What time do you have to be there tomorrow morning?”
“At half past five,” Jing Ci put an eraser in the file bag and looked up: “In front of the second teaching building.” After thinking about it, he added: “The school also takes care of breakfast.”
Ying Jiao looked at him as if he had picked up a treasure, and laughed: “So happy, can bring your cell phone tomorrow?”
Jing Ci was also thinking about this question, but he didn’t answer it immediately.
“Take it with you,” Ying Jiao took his file bag over. Although he knew that Jing Ci could not make a mistake, he still checked it again in the same way: “If something happens to you at that time, don’t forget to put it in your school bag before the exam.”
“Okay.” Jing Ci nodded: “Then I will take it.”
He thought for a while and told Ying Jiao: “Tomorrow morning, the time for self-study and lunch break is enough to finish that set of physics papers. You made a lot of physics errors in this exam. I’ll check it when I come back.”
“Don’t worry,” Ying Jiao pulled up the file bag and returned it to him with a chuckle, “I have to finish the task you set without going to the bathroom after class.”
Jing Ci put the document bag in his schoolbag, ignored him, but slowly raised the corners of his lips.
Just before dawn the next day, Jing Ci got up, and after washing quietly, he went to the entrance of the corridor and meet up with Zhou Chao. While talking, the two came to the front of the second teaching building.
When they arrived, many people were already standing in front of the building. The bus hired by the provincial experiment was parked aside, and the engine roared.
“I don’t know how people are going to be there,” Zhou Chao complained, rubbing his stomach: “I’m a little hungry, and so are our school teachers. They all came over to have breakfast.”
Jing Ci checked the time, it was still ten minutes until it was half past five, and comforted him: “It’s almost time, and we should gather soon.”
Zhou Chao sighed, “I hope so.”
Jing Ci wanted to say something more, but suddenly he was slapped on the shoulder. He turned his head and was stunned.
“You… why are you here?”
“Come on,” Ying Jiao didn’t answer him. He pulled him behind the pillar and took out an insulated lunch box and a thermos cup from his school bag: “Don’t eat anything sent by the school, it doesn’t taste good. I brought this for you.”
He opened the insulated lunch box, revealing steamed dumplings inside: “Let’s eat, my aunt at home made them very clean. There are two kinds of fillings, one is chicken with mushrooms, and the other is fresh shepherd’s purse meat.”
Jing Ci looked up at him steadily, and asked in a low voice, “You, did you come here to bring me breakfast specially?”
“No,” Ying Jiao laughed. Seeing that he didn’t move, he simply stretched out his hand and took a small dumpling to his mouth: “Open your mouth and see what I am doing? How can I not be there when you are participating in the competition for the first time?”
“Thank you.” Jing Ci felt warm in his heart. He bit the dumpling, and glanced at Zhou Chao over there guiltily. He didn’t know why, he suddenly didn’t want to share the breakfast brought by Ying Jiao to others.
Ying Jiao took a closer look at his face and saw that he had eaten several in a row. It seemed to suit his taste. Feeling relieved, he unscrewed the thermos and handed it up: “Drink some soy milk.”
Jing Ci nodded, took a sip from the cup.
The craftsmanship of Ying Jiao’s aunt is really good. The steamed dumplings are fresh and salty and the soy milk is also rich and mellow. Jing Ci wanted to take another sip, but was stopped by Ying Jiao.
“Don’t drink too much, just moisten your mouth.” Ying Jiao smiled lightly, and whispered in his ear, “So that you don’t go to the bathroom during the exam.”
Thinking of Jing Ci’s habit of not leaving anything unfinished, he said again: “Don’t worry, I will drink the rest and I won’t throw it away.”
How can he let him eat his leftovers?
Jing Ci’s cheeks were hot, he wanted him to keep the soy milk and drink it when he came back from the exam. As a result, before he could speak, Teacher Zhao raised his loudspeaker and shouted: “The roll call will start from the math competition class. Zhou Chao! Jiang Chong…”
“Go.” Ying Jiao took the lunchbox in his hand, stuffed it into his schoolbag, reached out and hugged him, and whispered in his ear: “Little classmates, come on, I wish you all the best. Go ahead and win the competition.”
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and gradually relaxed after being stiff for a few seconds, hugged him back quickly, said thank you, and turned to the queue.
When getting on the bus, Jing Ci glanced back, and Ying Jiao was still standing there.
He carried his schoolbag in one hand and leaned lazily against the pillar. Because the sky was still a little dark, Jing Ci couldn’t see his expression clearly, but he could see that his face was facing his direction.
Suddenly, Jing Ci’s heart beat fiercely. He boarded the bus in a few steps, stood at the highest point of the door, and waved at Ying Jiao.
Ying Jiao was taken aback, then smiled and raised his right hand.
The bus slowly drove out of the school, Ying Jiao walked back into the classroom and began to do physics papers, and Jing Ci officially started his road of competition.
WCBL: So cute~