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When Jing Ci returned to the dormitory, it was exactly 10:40, and the lights in the dormitory had not been turned off.
Li Zhou was lying on the bed with his legs up and playing games. Hearing the movement, he turned his head and glanced back: “You came back from self-study?”
Jing Ci replied vaguely: “Yes.”
“You guys are really not human.” Li Zhou just ended the game, put down his phone and spit out: “This is the only way I can stay in the classroom.” He patted his head, and suddenly he thought of something, and said: “By the way, Wu Weicheng came looking for you, it seems that he had a question for you.”
“Huh?” Jing Ci’s action of taking off his jacket paused, and then pulled the opened zipper back up: “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 Jing Ci left so quickly that he didn’t hear him at all.
“How do I 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, he sat on the edge of the bed and wiped his 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: “For what?”
“Eat Ping An fruit!” Li Zhou pointed to the apple on the table, and he laughed, “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 fruit from his school bag, 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 smiling at?” Li Zhou leaned over, looked at his face, and at the Ping An fruit in his hand. He fiddled with the packing box, wondering: “Isn’t it just an ordinary apple? What’s the deal?”
Jing Ci subconsciously touched his face: “Am I smiling?”
Li Zhou rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the mirror beside 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 mathematics for the college entrance examination caused an outcry, of course, it’s impossible for the students in Class 7 to be ignorant. They were afraid that Jing Ci felt uncomfortable, so they all agreed not to mention it.
Li Zhou is both Jing Ci’s classmate and roommate. He spends a lot more time with Jing Ci than others, so he pays extra attention.
Unexpectedly, Jing Ci not only didn’t care at all, but he didn’t know why he was so happy.
Jing Ci stared at the front blankly.
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: “You see, you have something good to share.”
Jing Ci looked down and carefully unpacked Ping An fruit: “It’s 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 taken soon after break. Ah, wait, you are not afraid of exams.”
Jing Ci smiled and did not speak, and stood up holding the apple: “I’m going to wash the apple. Do you want me to wash yours by the way?”
“No, let’s go together.” Li Zhou casually grabbed a Ping An fruit, ripped open the package, threw it into the trash can, and went out with Jing Ci: “Anyway, I have to wait until zero. “
Without waiting for Jing Ci to speak, he smiled and said: “I know you will definitely not wait. You go to bed on time at eleven, right? I know better than anyone else.”
Jing Ci, who was determined by Li Zhou that he would definitely not wait until zero. That night, he abruptly set himself up on the alarm clock on his mobile phone. In the dark, he touched his pillow, touched the apple, and took a bite.
In the dark, Li Zhou was startled when he heard the alarm, and he raised his phone to take a picture. Seeing Jing Ci’s sleepy eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was still gnawing the apple persistently, and he laughed suddenly: “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you say that eating at zero is effective,” Jing Ci swallowed the apple in his mouth, and said 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? Do you want to go to Tsinghua or Peking University?”
Jing Ci’s chewing action paused and didn’t speak.
The phone jingled in his hand, Jing Ci rubbed his eyes, and waited for his eyes to gradually adjust to the brightness of the screen, and then picked up the phone. It was a message from Ying Jiao——
[Jiao]: Merry Christmas.
Jing Ci put the apple in his left hand, typed in his right hand, and even his fingertips were jumping happily——
[Jing]: Merry Christmas.
A few days after Christmas, it was New Year’s Day.
In the provincial experiment, there are three days off for the first year and second years, and two days less for the third years, and the 1st was the holiday.
Ying Jiao can use a small trick to keep Jing Ci from going home at the end of the month, but it’s impossible on New Year’s Day.
Ying Jiao felt 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 other students and wait until the 1st to go back.
But Jing Fu called him last night and emphasized that he should go home as soon as he was on holiday, and said that relatives at home will gather together on New Year’s Day and asked him to be present.
Jing Ci calculated the time and replied: “In the afternoon on the 1st.”
Ying Jiao frowned slightly: “You’re not going to stay at school for two days?”
“Well, I have to go home this time.”
“If…” Ying Jiao considered his words and tried his best to euphemistically: “Call me if you need anything, you know?”
He looked at Jing Ci and said with a light smile: “I know you don’t want to bother others, but am I someone else? We hugged and kissed, and even Old Liu has admitted our relationship. You still see me as an outsider, isn’t that a little bit unreasonable, no?”
Jing Ci’s cheeks were hot, he wanted to refute but was afraid that he would not be able to say it. Instead, he ignored it and nodded indiscriminately: “Yeah.”
“Keep your mobile phone with you at all times,” Ying Jiao said again: “You have to reply to my message that I sent you as soon as you see It.”
Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled: “Okay.”
After school was over on the evening of the 29th, Jing Ci took the bus home for the second time and knocked on Jing Fu’s door.
This time, Jing Miao, who came to open the door, saw Jing Ci and complained with a sullen face: “You didn’t come back early after school. The whole family is waiting for you to eat, how nice of you.”
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 towards Jing Ci. After trying several times, he felt uncomfortable, so he just kept it as it was: “Eat.”
Zhao Jinfeng had no nose, no eyes, and put the dishes on the dining table heavily.
(T/n: I have no idea what ‘No nose, and no eyes’ means.)
Father Jing glanced at her, his lips moved, but he didn’t say anything.
For supper, it is estimated that father Jing specially arranged it, and he did a very good job. Fish, meat and vegetables are the best meal Jing Ci has ever had.
But the people at the same table either had a calm look on their face, or threw their chopsticks and knocked the bowl, the atmosphere was extremely stiff, and no matter how delicious it was, 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 father Jing.
Father Jing was sitting on the sofa with a cup of digestion tea, and asked Jing Ci: “How did your competition go?”
Jing Ci said lightly: “The results haven’t come out yet.”
“Can’t you estimate how you did before the results come out? Don’t you know how you did in the exam?” Father Jing frowned, “Don’t try to fool me, did you fail in the exam 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 for the mathematics Olympiad.”
“What?” Father Jing stood up suddenly, excitedly like a third-year student who had won the Olympiad Mathematics Award: “If they don’t add it, what will they add? 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, but he couldn’t suppress the fire, and said angrily: “You don’t know what your surname is, don’t you? You don’t need extra points?! If you don’t have any extra points, can you guarantee that you can get first place without extra points?”
He looked at Jing Ci and scolded, “Where are you going back to?! Miaomiao still has questions to ask you later.”
Jing Ci can tolerate this, after all, the person in front of him is the father of this body. But he would never accept to tutor Jing Miao.
“If he has a question, let him go to school to ask the teacher,” Jing Ci turned his head and looked at father Jing blankly: “If it’s no good, go find a tutor.”
“You…” father Jing pointed at him, and was interrupted by Jing Ci when he was about to say something, “You want me to teach him how I learn?”
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 from my tutoring?”
Seeing Zhao Jinfeng’s vigilant gaze instantly, Jing Ci knew that father Jing would never mention this to him again.
Sure enough, when he closed the door of the room, father Jing 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.
Suddenly he felt a little distressed for the original owner. With such a family, his rebellion seemed to be excusable.
Jing Ci decided to stay in school as much as possible no matter what vacations are going on in the future. Even if Father Jing said that the flowers were coming, he wouldn’t come back to suffer.
In this case, it’s inconvenient to put his daily clothes at father Jing’s house. It is better to take all his clothes to his dormitory, so as to save having to come back and get them when he wants to wear them.
Jing Ci’s dormitory is a standard six-person room, but so far only he and Li Zhou live there. It is estimated that there will be no more people in the future. The cabinets are more than half empty, and it is absolutely not a problem to put a few clothes in.
Jing Ci did this as soon as he thought of it, he put his school bag on the bedside, opened the closet and started sorting 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 some sweaters. Just as he was holding the corner of clothing and lifting it up, a hard leather 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, it was obvious that it didn’t want to be found by others. Jing Ci guessed that this should be the diary of the original owner.
He has no memory of the original owner, and there are not many descriptions of the original owner in the novel, so he doesn’t 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 known the original owner.
The original owner’s personality is very paranoid. Even if he never does his homework at school, he can pass a test without any problems. But no matter what Old Liu says, he never changed.
Maybe after reading the diary, he 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 had imagined. From beginning to end, only the name of Ying Jiao is written.
However, what shocked Jing Ci was not the original owner’s obsession with Ying Jiao, but his little writing habit——
When writing the word “Ying”, a small circle appears in the word “月” in the lower left corner because of the pen.
Although the original owner’s handwriting is completely different from his, it was still exactly the same.
Jing Ci squeezed 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?
Jing Ci’s back suddenly felt cold. How did this novel appear on his mobile phone? He couldn’t remember it at all.
He only remembered turning on his phone one day, and suddenly there was such a novel in it. It just so happened that the college entrance examination was over, so he rarely relaxed a bit, and then read it along.
But why has he never thought about this problem before, and 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, it will take time, the truth will come to light one day.
He didn’t know why, at this moment. He suddenly had a hunch: As long as the problem of his headaches when seeing Qiao Anyan is solved, the other problems will be solved.
Jing Ci calmed down for a moment, put the diary deep in the cabinet, and didn’t read it again. Just as he was about to continue packing his clothes, his phone suddenly shook. He picked it up, it was a message from Ying Jiao.
[Jiao]: Have you finished eating?
Jing Ci unlocked his phone and replied to him——
[Jing]: Well, finished, have you eaten yet?
[Jiao]: Now eating, with He Zhou and the others.
[Jiao]: This Japanese food store is okay, I will bring you over next time [photo][photo].
The Japanese food store’s presentation is good, not to mention the fact that there are many things to eat, and of course he chose that kind of place after a holiday.
Jing Ci zoomed in and looked at the picture, marveling as he typed——
[Jing]: It looks good.
Ying Jiao picked up 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 chatted with Jing Ci while already thinking in his heart how to abduct him tomorrow and bring him to have a meal.
Seeing that Ying Jiao was focused on chatting, several people couldn’t help but roll their eyes. They didn’t even have to think about who it was, it’s almost like a flower, and the chatting object must be Jing Ci.
A few people didn’t want to care about him and spared themselves from making a fuss, but who is willing to receive a ton of dog food? They feel flustered when they look, okay? !
Zheng Que couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up and knocked his bowl in front of Ying Jiao: “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 someone recently, should I learn to be like this?”
Ying Jiao 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 I have been very lenient. Before, you guys would shout and cry in fear whenever Jing Ci and I showed affection, but now I can’t even even type my love?”
He Zhou, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: “…”
Zheng Que’s body shook unbearably. He wiped his face and completely surrendered: “No one hinders your love, please… you can love all you want.”
The author has something to say: people who have read my books may know that I am more willing to write(novels) that have reasons for certain results.
So it was no accident that he(JC) wore a book. It’s no accident that Jing Ci’s vest was knocked off immediately after he came. It’s also no accident that brother Jiao quickly liked him~