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In the small bathroom on the third floor, Ying Jiao squeezed a bit of hand soap into his palm, rubbed it a few times, and turned on the faucet to flush out the foam.

This is a teacher-only bathroom, and students are generally not allowed to use it, but it’s okay to come in occasionally to wash your hands or something.

He Zhou and a few people also came together. They were helping to cut the cake in the classroom just now. Because the knife given by the store was too soft, a lot of cream was rubbed on their hands, and it had a sweet and greasy taste.


Zheng Que flicked the water on his hand, glanced outside the door, and saw that there was no one in the corridor. Quietly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one in his mouth, and handed the pack towards Ying Jiao: “Want one?”

Ying Jiao shook his head: “No.” He turned around and took two pieces of paper from the paper tube on the wall to wipe his hands.

Zheng Que distributed the cigarettes to He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng, and sighed, “My brother Jiao is becoming more and more like a good student now.”

Ying Jiao snorted and said nothing.

He threw the used tissues into the trash, he thought back to when he was sitting on the playground in the afternoon, looking up at Jing Ci on the flag-raising platform, and still felt his chest throb.

The person who shines brightly and is admired by the teachers and students of the whole school is the person he likes.

Ying Jiao’s heart is full of pride, and there is a faint sense of urgency.

Such a good, and excellent Jing Ci is worthy of the best in the world, including lovers.

He had to work harder, work harder, and work hard enough to be side by side with Jing Ci before he was qualified to stand by his side.

He can become Jing Ci’s glory, and he will never allow himself to become his drag and stain.

“Brother Jiao, is your birthday coming soon?” Zheng Que finished smoking a cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

While waving his sleeves vigorously, trying to get rid of the smell on his body, so as not to be smelled by Teacher Liu, he said, “How are you going to spend it this year? How many classes are you going to skip on Sunday morning?”


During this period of time, Ying Jiao was devoted to studying and had no time to take them out. Zheng Que couldn’t bear it anymore. He couldn’t help but take the opportunity to talk about private goods: “How about partying and playing games during the day, and going out to dance at night?”

Ying Jiao glanced at him blankly: “Did the nine-year obligation teach you how to skip classes?”

(T/n: not sure what he means here…)

Zheng Que: “…”

Zheng Que didn’t have any hope at all. What he just said was just a test. Success is better, and it’s okay to fail.

He added: “It’s fine if you don’t skip classes, it’ll be the same as going on vacation in the afternoon.”

“No thanks.” Ying Jiao refused very thoroughly: “I don’t have that time.”

“No,” Zheng Que didn’t understand: “It’s a holiday, do you have something else to do?”

“Yes.” Ying Jiao opened the door and said sincerely, “In one afternoon, it’s enough to write a few sets of papers.”

He Zhou, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: “…”

Zheng Que looked at him dumbfounded and couldn’t believe it: “Brother Jiao, you… Have you been bewitched?”

It was normal before, and he usually works hard in class, so why doesn’t he skip on holidays now?

“What kind of Gu?” Ying Jiao asked back, not knowing what he thought of, and suddenly smiled arrogantly: “Love Gu?”


While buying cakes at the dessert shop today there happened to be a few young girls in front of him.

One of them held a bouquet of pink flowers and shared her emotions with her companions with a flushed face.

Ying Jiao accidentally listened, and only then did he realize that the girl was holding a pink rose representing her first love.

Ying Jiao once thought that he would never do anything like sending flowers to express his feelings in his life, but he didn’t understand it until now. No, no, it’s just that he hasn’t met the person who would make him willing to do it before.


Maybe he was being tricked, Ying Jiao peeled off a piece of coconut candy and put it in his mouth, with a faint smile in his eyes.


He Zhou was suffocated by his sour toothache and said: “Brother Jiao, let’s discuss it, if you want to fall in love, just talk about it, can you not be arrogant?”

Ying Jiao hooked the candy with the tip of his tongue, and said lazily, “Men are not arrogant, they are all crap.”

The crap, He Zhou, Zheng Que, and Peng Chengcheng: “…”

Zheng Que said angrily, “Wait! I want to fall in love, and I want to show off too!”

“You?” Ying Jiao threw half a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket towards him: “Didn’t you just get rejected?”

Zheng Que forced himself to restrain himself: “What’s wrong with being rejected? You have to be restrained! You understand restraint? Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? She also liked my circle of friends yesterday. She must have feelings for me!”

Ying Jiao glanced at him with pity: “Yeah, so have you thought of the name of your child?”

Zheng Que was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was mocking himself. He was so angry that he was about to rush to fight Ying Jiao to the death, but was stopped by He Zhou.

“Come on, Old Zheng, you said I couldn’t beat him, so what can you do.” He Zhou patted his back to make him breathe easier, racked his brains for a while, and finally thought of something: “Brother Jiao is just joking with you. You see, he gave you a cigarette.”

Zheng Que looked down at the cigarette in his hand, too.

Just as the anger in my heart was about to go down, he heard Ying Jiao say, “I think he needs to smoke, let him smoke more.”

(T/n: lmao I’m not sure if he means smoking with anger or just the literal meaning.)

Zheng Que: “…”

Zheng Que jumped like thunder in an instant: “Ying Jiao, I’ll make you call me uncle!”


Peng Chengcheng couldn’t listen anymore, he pulled Zheng Que and took the initiative to say, “That Qiao Anyan, I asked my friend.”

Ying Jiao instantly put away the indifference on his face: “What did he say?”

“He…” Peng Chengcheng organized the words in his mind, and then said: “My friend said he was a little weird. He usually performed well in class, and his scores in quizzes were quite high.”

Ying Jiao frowned slightly.

“Also,” Peng Chengcheng said again, “He was very lucky a while ago, so good that he could draw prizes every time in the game.”

Afraid that Ying Jiao would not believe it, he added: “At that time, many people in their class asked him to help draw on their behalf. It is said that he has drawn a lot of good things, but recently his good luck is gone.”

“Fuck.” He Zhou couldn’t help but burst out a foul language: “Is it so mysterious?”

“Yes,” Peng Chengcheng said blankly, “Everyone in their class knows it.”

Grades fluctuated high and low, inexplicable good luck, Jing Ci’s headache…

Ying Jiao sorted out the key points in his mind, but he couldn’t think of anything between them.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly, Ying Jiao picked it up and saw that it was news from Li Zhou.

[The First Hanging in the Universe]: Brother Jiao, I just suddenly remembered something, let me tell you something.

[Jiao]: Say.

[The First Hang in the Universe]: It’s about Qiao Anyan, when I was on the playground with Brother Ci, he suddenly ran over and said: Yangcheng Olympics.

[The First Hanging in the Universe]: He left after speaking. Brother Ci and I didn’t understand what he meant.


[The First Hang in the Universe]: I figured you might want to know, so I let you know.

Yangcheng Olympics?

Ying Jiao looked at the screen thoughtfully. He remembered that Yangcheng seemed to be bidding for the Olympic. There was quite a lot of news the year before, but there has been no news in the past two years.

Ying Jiao typed quickly with his fingers and confirmed with Li Zhou—

[Jiao]: Is he talking about Yangcheng’s bid for the Olympic, or the Yangcheng Olympics?

[The First Hanging in the Universe]: Brother Ci and I heard the Yangcheng Olympics Games clearly.

[Jiao]: Okay, I understand, thank you.

Ying Jiao put away his phone and gradually found a clue.

There is still a big difference between bidding for the Olympics and the Olympics games, and the possibility of slip of tongue is very small. Excluding that slight possibility, that is to say, Qiao Anyan knew that Yangcheng was going to hold the Olympic Games?

(T/n: I’m not entirely sure if they are talking about ‘Olympics’ or ‘Olympiad’)

The whole country is waiting for something that hasn’t come out yet, how could he know?

Ying Jiao stood there for a while and turned to Peng Chengcheng: “Ask your friend to help me pay more attention to him.”

Peng Chengcheng nodded: “OK.”

Several people went back to the classroom together.

Ying Jiao pretended to glance at Jing Ci’s seat inadvertently, but didn’t see the rose.


Ying Jiao laughed, maybe it was thrown away, after all, Jing Ci was not someone who liked flowers.

He didn’t know that that night, the flowers he thought had been thrown away appeared in the iron box of the Jing Ci’s test paper.

Since then, this little dry rose has become a part of Jing Ci’s collection besides exam papers.

After the awards ceremony, everything was running as usual.

The students in the provincial experiment were so busy preparing for the final exam that they rarely even attended the forum. Jing Ci is busy studying competition papers in order to achieve a good result in the upcoming finals.

The only difference was Ying Jiao, he was working harder.

In the past, he just listened carefully in class, and didn’t stay in the self-study class.

Now, he rarely goes out even after class, doing paperwork one set after another. Because Jing Ci’s time was precious, Ying Jiao no longer let him help him mark the test papers.

He did the questions by himself, checked the answers by himself, wrote down the mistakes by himself, and then repeatedly studied the mistakes and found similar types of questions to do. Even Teacher Liu was a little shocked.

Jing Ci also noticed Ying Jiao’s state. Most of the time he stayed in the small classroom in the second teaching building. It wasn’t like before, now Ying Jiao will answer questions immediately.

But no matter how busy he was, he never forgot to pay attention to Ying Jiao’s learning progress.

So every morning, on Ying Jiao’s desk, there would be a piece of paper with detailed knowledge points and corresponding question types.


When Ying Jiao was dizzy and irritable every time he studied, as long as he looked at the manuscripts of Jing Ci accumulated day by day, he felt that he could write a few more sets of test questions.

It was another morning. After Jing Ci finished breakfast, he went to Class 7 to put Ying Jiao’s book back, and then went downstairs to Teaching Building 2.

He was the last to arrive today. Seeing him coming, Zhao Feng walked up to the podium before he could sit down, he announced, “I’ve found a foreign aid for you.”

The foreign aid is Xiao Leyue, the son of a friend of Zhao Feng, who was a senior this year and was a provincial team player in Yang Province. He once made it to the national training team in the National High School League and was recommended to Tsinghua University. Although he was eliminated in the first round of selection for the national training team, he was still a promising presence.

“In the next half month, I will allow you to bring your mobile phone to school.” Zhao Feng stood on the podium and said: “You all add my WeChat later, and then I will pull you and Xiao Xiao into a WeChat group, if you have any questions, just ask him in the group.”

Seeing that they all nodded, Zhao Feng continued: “Xiao Xiao has personal experience in this area and is better than me. Don’t feel embarrassed, just ask what you need to ask. It is more important to learn from other people’s experience!”

The three others and Jing Ci responded: “Okay.”

Xiao Leyue is a good person, or it may be because he was saving face for Zhao Feng, he answered their questions in great detail, and did not hide his experience at all. Jing Ci and Zhou Chao had a good impression of him.

After a few days of contact, gradually, it is no longer limited to asking about the finals. Sometimes when they encountered a problem, and neither of them had an answer, they would also send it to the group to discuss with Xiao Leyue.

Xiao Leyue has received systematic Olympiad training, which Jing Ci lacks in. Many times, Xiao Leyue’s problem-solving ideas can bring him a lot of inspiration.

Therefore, Jing Ci spent more time on his mobile phone accordingly.

A few days before the final exam, Zhao Feng did not detain them in the small classroom, but let them go back to prepare for the exam.


After all, the final is important, and the final exam is even more important.

Ying Jiao found out that Jing Ci was looking at his mobile phone when he was studying on his own, and thought it was quite novel, so he couldn’t help but ask one more question.

“Teacher Zhao found a senior who has been in the national training team,” Jing Ci explained to him while copying the problem-solving ideas: “We often discuss math Olympiad problems with him on WeChat.”

Ying Jiao reached out and rubbed his hair, and smiled, “I thought you weren’t working.”

Jing Ci pursed his lips and smiled at him: “I didn’t.”

Ying Jiao was so tickled by his smile that he was about to say something when He Zhou suddenly came over and threw a few gift boxes on his desk: “Brother Jiao, happy birthday!”

He Zhou pointed to one of the boxes and said, “I gave you this! A belt. Old Zheng bought you a lighter, and Old Peng went to the mall to pick up a watch. We all said it was ugly. He didn’t believe it. Just look at it and you’ll know, hahahaha.”

Ying Jiao rushed to thank them: “Accepted, thank you.”

“Small deal.” He Zhou and a few people grinned and left in a group.

“Your birthday is today?” Jing Ci put down his pen and looked up at Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao put the gift box under the table and nodded indifferently: “Yes.”

“Happy birthday.” Jing Ci was a little annoyed, if only he had known earlier, but he didn’t prepare any gifts…

It’s been a long time since he has been able to tease his little charming wife. Ying Jiao was full of grief in his heart. He reached out and pinched Jing Ci’s face and said, “Little classmate, don’t tease me.”


Jing Ci tilted his head to avoid his hand, did not admit to his crime, and said with a face full of enthusiasm: “I… When did I tease you? Don’t talk nonsense.”

“I’m kidding, but where am I talking nonsense, I have proof.” Ying Jiao’s face was awe-inspiring: “In broad daylight, was it not you who wished me a happy birthday?”

Jing Ci nodded ignorantly: “Yes…”

But he just said happy birthday, is there anything wrong with that?

“That’s it,” Ying Jiao curled his lips, leaned closer to his ear, and lowered his voice: “Happy birthday. Happy life, happy day, Are you not teasing me, or are you trying to imply something?”

(T/n: I’m guessing that those ‘happy’s’ are not so innocent when it’s coming from YJ)

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5 thoughts on “DATSGEB-(57)

  1. might be referring to the wedding banner chinese ppl use that says “happiness happiness”? and the 9 year thing could be 9 years of compulsory education (3 years elementary school, 3 years middle school, 3 years high school) im any case thanks for the chapter!!

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  2. If the “happiness” used here was 幸福(Xìngfú), it’s probably referring to how 性(Xìng), which means sexual, sounds similar which makes it sound like sexual happiness or sexual bliss it’s common in BL novels with very flirty ML’s

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