Ying Jiao hugged Jing Ci and looked down at the little hair on his head with a smile in his eyes: "It's been so long since we last seen each other and I can't help it anymore, tsk tsk."

Jing Ci was panting slightly as he ran: "I didn't mean to do it, I just didn't see clearly." He stretched out his hand to push Yingjiao away.

However, he had just run quickly, and his whole body was so limp that he couldn't exert any strength at all. After pushing twice, Yingjiao still stood motionless.

"Oh——" Yingjiao drawled a long voice and said meaningfully: "You confess your love to me every day, follow me, fight for me, there are so many people on the playground, and you just throw yourself into my arms, but I know

, you didn’t mean it, it was just a coincidence.”

Jing Ji's cheeks felt slightly hot at what he said, and he tried to explain: "I'm sorry, don't get me wrong, I really didn't."

He paused for a moment, fearing that Li Zhou would be anxious after waiting too long, so he pushed Yingjiao again: "Let go first, and I will apologize to you when you get back. Li Zhou is still waiting for me in the cafeteria."

The more anxious he became, the more Yingjiao refused to let go, and even tightened his arms around his waist, directly pulling him into his arms.

"I hugged you first?" Yingjiao looked at him fluttering in his arms. Somehow, he just wanted to bully him: "Okay, little classmate, I took advantage and the evil one complained first."

The weather was hot and it happened to be noon. The two hot-blooded boys hugged each other and played with each other for so long that Jing Ci soon broke out in a thin sweat.

The heat and the inability to talk to Yingjiao made Jingci angry. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and tried to convince Yingjiao: "I really want to go to eat, why don't you put it down?"

Can you drive me?"

"If you say something nice, I'll let you go." Ying Jiao's harsh voice came from above.

Jing Ci lowered his eyelids, already on the verge of explosion: "Let go."

"No one will let you go." Yingjiao said lazily: "How can I let you go if you don't speak?"

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the fabric on Yingjiao's back. Before he could react, he pushed his knees upward——

"Fuck." Yingjiao gasped in pain and his face changed.

He bowed his body slightly and looked at Jing Ji with a stern face: "You..."

Jing Ci had tolerated him for a long time. He looked at Ying Jiao coldly and said calmly: "What's wrong with me?"

He knew that he had completely offended Yingjiao today, so he planned to go to the small shop to buy a pencil sharpener after dinner. If Yingjiao came to beat him, he would bleed it for him to see.

Jing Ci straightened his messed up school uniform, his slightly narrow eyes full of provocation.

He pursed his lips slightly, and his stubborn little look turned out to be unexpectedly cute.

Yingjiao cursed in his heart, and his anger was instantly thrown away.

"You..." He tried his best to ignore the pain in his body and looked at Jing Ci.

Jing Ci raised his eyes to look at him.

Yingjiao chuckled: "You found it so accurately. Did you stare at it for a long time?"

Jing Ci's face turned red.

He glared at Yingjiao fiercely, cursed: "Sick!" and turned around and ran away.

Yingjiao curled his lips, recalling his shy and annoyed expression just now, and felt that the pain had eased a lot.

Yingjiao was quite well-known in the provincial experiment, and the playground was full of people at this time. He and Jingci were chatting, which attracted a lot of attention. Yingjiao watched Jingci run away, looking around expressionlessly.

After taking a quick glance, the sight of him looking around disappeared in an instant.

He carried the thermos bucket onto the path, walked to a deserted place, and finally couldn't help but let out a hiss.

Damn, it really hurts. This little pervert is so cruel.

"Why are you here so late?" Jing Ci met Li Zhou at the door as soon as he entered the dining hall.

He dragged Jing Ci to the dining area: "I'll get you some rice, fried mushrooms and mapo tofu, four taels of rice, okay?"

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

"No, no, no," Li Zhou waved his hand, not taking the six dollars seriously: "Just buy it for me next time."

"Okay." Jing Ci wrote it down carefully and promised meticulously: "I will continue to bring you breakfast tomorrow."

Li Zhou was amused by him and felt that Jing Ci's character was getting better and better. He grinned and said, "Then I'll leave my breakfast to you."

Jing Ci nodded: "Put it on me."

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

The lunch break for the provincial experiment was one hour, and Jing Ci only spent twenty minutes eating. The classroom was noisy, and he couldn't sleep, so he simply took out the math "53" and continued to work on the questions.

His hardworking look was simply unbelievable in the eyes of the students in Class 7.

He Zhou bumped Peng Chengcheng with his elbow, pointed at Jing Ci, and whispered: "Old Peng, you said he has been doing questions crazily since yesterday. I don't understand, is he really good at it or not?

Writing blindly?"

Peng Chengcheng glanced at Jing Ci's back expressionlessly, and concluded without thinking: "Writing blindly."

"But..." He Zhou was confused: "How do I think what he wrote is clear and reasonable..."

He stood up: "No... I'm so curious, I'm going to try him."

Yingjiao frowned and was about to kick him back, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he took back his foot and followed He Zhou closely.

"Jing Ci," He Zhou walked to Jing Ci holding an exercise book and opened a page at random: "Tell me a question."

"Which question?" Jing Ci always took his studies seriously. He put down the pen in his hand and glanced at the question pointed by He Zhou, and he had an idea almost instantly.

Li Zhou was not in his seat. Jing Ci stepped aside and motioned for He Congee to sit in his seat. He picked up the scratch paper and began to explain to him: "This question is actually very simple. Just remember the formula..."

He quickly wrote several function formulas on the paper, pointed them out to He Zhou one by one, and wrote down the steps of the calculation in detail: "So c is the correct answer, do you understand?"

From the moment he opened his mouth, He Zhou was stunned.

He was so surprised that he didn't even hear what Jing Ci was saying.

Jing Ci actually knows how to do it! Isn’t he a scumbag like himself?! Why does a scumbag ask such seemingly advanced questions?!

"Don't understand?" Jing Ci replaced a blank piece of draft paper and said patiently: "It doesn't matter, I'll tell you again."

Jing Ci's thinking was very clear, and he explained it in detail. He listed all the knowledge involved in this question one by one. After explaining it three times in a row, He Zhou unexpectedly understood it.

Holding the exercise book in his hand, he returned to his seat in a daze, his eyes straightened, and his soul flew away.

"How is it? He really knows how to do it?" There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and Jing Ci's voice was not loud. Even if Zheng Que raised his ears, he couldn't hear clearly what the two people said.

He poked He Zhou: "Speak! What's wrong with you?"

He Chu turned his neck with a click, his eyes blurred: "Odd changes to even and remains unchanged, symbols look at the quadrants."

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que looked at him in horror, pinched his shoulders and shook him violently: "Old He! Old He! What's wrong with you?! Please wake up?!"

"Stop shaking, stop shaking." He Zhou swatted his hand away and wiped his face with a complicated expression: "You don't know, just now..." He pointed at Jing Ci and whispered: "He just glanced at it.

, you will know the answer, just one glance, Old Zheng! Do you understand how I feel?"

"Fuck!" Zheng Que couldn't help but cursed: "He really knows how to do it?"

"Not only that," He Zhou's eyes were full of vicissitudes, revealing a sense of doubt about life: "You know, Lao Zheng? When he looked up at me after reading the question, I always felt that he was saying to me with his mind:

There are still people who can’t solve such a simple question.”

Zheng Que still felt that this was not true: "Maybe it was a coincidence?"

He dug out an exercise book from the hole in the table like a doghouse and found a parabola question that looked very difficult. He couldn't help but said: "I'll ask about it too."

Without He Zhou stopping him, he quickly ran to Jing Ci's seat and said, "Jing Ci, do you know this question?"

Jing Ci had just arrived and had no idea that Zheng Que was someone who didn't even know how many mathematics textbooks there were. He took the exercise book and said seriously: "I'll take a look first."

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

He calculated on the scratch paper and immediately figured out the solution and answer. He raised his eyes and motioned for Zheng Que to look over: "This question looks complicated, but it is not difficult if you find the right method."

He quickly drew a parabola and marked the coordinates: "Let's look at the first question first, to find the coordinates of pn. Let's first find the information given in the question..."

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

The questions asked by He Zhou were simple, and he had attended some lectures, so he could understand them. But Zheng Que was different. He couldn't even read the questions, let alone understand them.

He watched numbly as Jing Ci worked out the answers to the three short questions in one breath. Before Jing Ci could ask him if he understood, he grabbed the scratch paper and pulled out the answers at the back of the exercise book. He got them right bit by bit.

All correct, no difference from the standard answer.

He dragged his legs and returned to his position lazily.

"Can he do it? I'm just saying he can do it, right?" He Zong kept pushing Zheng Que as if he had discovered some new world: "Did you do the right thing?"

Zheng Que nodded blankly: "That's all right. And I didn't even think about it for a long time! Didn't the monitor of our class, Lao Liu, who always came first in the exam, always say that he couldn't do the big questions later?"

"Oh my god!" He Zhou covered his chest and widened his eyes: "You mean... Jing Cibi is better at studying than the squad leader?!"

This thing was so amazing that Peng Chengcheng, who had always been a man of few words, couldn't help but join in the conversation: "This shouldn't be the case. When did he become so powerful?"

He Zhou was surprised: "Could it be that he was..."

Yingjiao kicked He Zou's stool and sneered: "What nonsense are you talking about? Doesn't he always hand in blank papers in exams?"

Zheng Que nodded: "That's true, but I always feel that something is wrong with him these days..."
To be continued...