He Zhou looked at him expressionlessly, puzzled: "Brother Jiao, you...don't you think you should be normal?"

Yingjiao raised his eyebrows: "I'm very normal. I even go to the movies with Jing Ci on Sunday."

"By the way, do you know the name of the movie? "Like You" was chosen by Jing Ci."

He Zhou: "..."

He Zhou said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, congratulations on going to the movie."

He turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Lao Peng, do you want to go to the toilet and have a cigarette after you try it?"

Peng Chengcheng nodded and followed him. Although there was no expression on his face, there was a faint hint of fleeing in his footsteps.

Only Zheng Que was an honest man. He looked at He Zhou and Peng Chengcheng who were about to walk out the door, and then looked at Ying Jiao on the seat. In the spirit of humanitarianism, he politely invited: "Brother Jiao, why don't you go smoke a post-test cigarette?"

"

Ying Jiao glanced sideways at Jing Ci, who was walking this way holding a water glass, and frowned: "Who is smoking with you? What are you talking about? What should I do if Jing Ci hears and misunderstands me?"

Zheng Que: "..."

Zheng Que raised his hand to slap himself in the mouth expressionlessly, and walked out with dull eyes.

Jing Ci was startled by him and stood there blankly looking in the direction of the door: "What's wrong with him?"

"I'm crazy for not doing well in the exam," Yingjiao said casually, waving to Jing Ci: "What are you doing standing there? You haven't come back yet."

Jing Ci came to his senses, put the water glass on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Yingjiao still hadn't digested the excitement in her heart. Just when she was about to trick Jing Ci into saying that she likes you, Jing Ci suddenly turned his head.

"What's wrong?" Yingjiao smiled at him and squinted: "What are you doing?"

"Your paper," Jing Ci stretched out a hand and said calmly: "Bring it to me and take a look."

Yingjiao: “………………”

The school bully student who had always been a bully in school suddenly discovered something at this time: he was not afraid of anything, except that Jing Ci would reach out to ask him for papers after the exam.

Today's evening self-study was suspended due to exams.

After Jing Ci collected Ying Jiao's paper, he remembered the question Zhou Chao asked him during the day. He looked up at the time and saw that there were still ten minutes until class, so he went to Class 2 and asked someone to call Zhou Chao out.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" When Zhou Chao saw Jing Ci, he was still confused and didn't know why Jing Ci asked him to come out.

Jing Ci talks little and has a somewhat cold personality. Zhou Chao usually takes the initiative when they get along, and this is the first time Jing Ci takes the initiative to approach him.

Zhou Chao suddenly became nervous. He thought something uncontrollable had happened. He was just thinking wildly in his mind when he heard Jing Ci say: "I will tell you about the question you asked during the day."

"You, you came here specifically for this?"

"Yes." Jing Ci nodded and said calmly, "I promised to tell you."

What he promised today will never be left until tomorrow, otherwise he will always be worried about not being at ease.

Zhou Chao was silent for a moment, then sniffed in emotion, turned around and ran to the classroom: "Wait a minute, I'll take out the exercise book right away!"

Because Zhou Chao has good grades and a smart mind, when Teacher Zhao teaches him questions, he always subconsciously omits relatively simple steps. This causes Zhou Chao to sometimes still not understand even after listening to his explanations.

Jing Ci was different. No matter who he gave a lecture on, he would take it step by step seriously and never skip a step. Even if he used a simple formula, he would mark it out.

After hearing the end, Zhou Chao suddenly understood. He held the exercise book and nodded his head. He said sincerely: "I understand, thank you, Jing Ci."

"It's okay." Five or six minutes had passed. Jing Ci returned the pen to Zhou Chao: "Then I'll go back."

"Wait! Wait for me! Don't leave!" Zhou Chao quickly said a word and hurried into the classroom.

Jing Ci thought he still had questions to ask, so he hesitated for a moment, but still waited where he was.

In less than a minute, Zhou Chao came out. Panting, he stuffed a box of duck wings into Jing Ci's hand: "Here you go, my mom braised it and sent it over today. It's very delicious. I just share it in class."

After scoring, there isn’t much left.”

Jing Ci was startled and immediately declined: "I don't want it, I'll leave if it's okay."

"We're not friends anymore, you're so polite." Zhou Chao calmed his breathing and waved his hand: "Take it, take it, I'll bring it to you next time."

After saying that, fearing that Jing Ci would refuse again, he walked directly into the classroom.

Jing Ci held the small box of duck wings, lowered his head and looked at it silently for a while, then turned around and returned to Class 7.

"Go to the snack shop?" Yingjiao saw what he was holding and asked with raised eyebrows.

"No," Jing Ci shook his head and put the duck wings on the table: "Zhou Chao gave it to you, do you want to eat it?"

He turned around and saw that Li Zhou and He Zong were not at their seats, so he gave up the plan of inviting them.

An alarm bell rang in Yingjiao's heart: "Why did he give you duck wings for no reason?"

"I helped him explain a topic."

Yingjiao snorted and said, "Talking about the topic? What kind of excuse is that? To show your courtesy for nothing is to be either a traitor or a thief."

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci looked up at him and said seriously: "Don't say that to others."

Yingjiao was already on fire in his heart, but as soon as he heard the word "other people", the fire suddenly went out.

He reached out and took out a duck wing, nodded and emphasized: "Well, don't talk about others."

Zhou Chao wasn't exaggerating. His mother's braised duck wings were indeed delicious. As soon as Yingjiao opened the box, the delicious smell spread throughout the classroom.

Several people who were familiar with Jing Ci immediately gathered around, rubbing their hands and touching their mouths, salivating.

Jing Ci generously pushed the box over and invited them to eat.

Yingjiao watched coldly from the side, seeing that the last duck wing was about to be taken away, but Jing Ci hadn't tasted one yet, so he immediately knocked Wu Weicheng's hand away: "Leave one for Jing Ci."

Wu Weicheng retracted his hand and licked his fingertips: "It's so delicious, I'm confused."

Yingjiao glanced at him but said nothing. He picked up the last duck wing and stuffed it into Jing Ci's mouth: "Eat quickly."

I was so stupid that I didn't even know I had to take a bite first.

Braised duck wings are more flavorful when eaten cold, and the unique salty aroma of braised chicken instantly explodes on the tip of the tongue. Jing Ci took out a paper towel, folded it into a square shape, and held the end of the duck wings in his hand.

It's really delicious.

Especially this was specially sent by Zhou Chao’s mother.

Jing Ci cherished the last bite of meat and felt a little envious in his heart.

After eating the duck wings, Jing Ci cleared the table and was about to look at Yingjiao's papers when his cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated several times in succession.

Jing Ci's cell phone is usually on silent and off vibrate. Because today's exam, he knew he would hand in the paper in advance and agreed to help Li Zhou cook, so he turned off the vibrate. If Li Zhou couldn't find him in the cafeteria, he would still

You can contact us by phone.

Jing Ci took out his phone and clicked on it, and unexpectedly found a message from Jing Miao——

[Jing Miao]: Are the clothes my dad bought me good-looking? [Picture]

[Jing Miao]: For our dinner tonight, my dad specially bought the ribs for me to eat to grow stronger. [Picture]

[Jing Miao]: Do you know why dad didn’t let you come back at the end of last month? Because I had an exam and he was afraid that you would disturb me, pfft.

[Jing Miao]: You see, dad only recognizes me as his son and doesn’t want you at all.

Jing Miao was lying on the desk in her room, looking at the successfully sent messages one after another, feeling malicious in her heart.

He knows best what Jing Ci cares about.

Growing up, he competed with Jing Ci for everything. The most successful thing was to win Jing's father's attention, slowly turning Jing Ci into a marginalized member of the family.

He and Jing Ci were only three years apart. As long as he could remember, his mother had been telling him that he would never lose to Jing Ci and that he must be his father's most beloved son.

He has done this for more than ten years.

Jing's father's preference allowed him to get a lot of preferential treatment at home. The food must be the best. If there was a conflict with Jing Ci, the person his father would scold or even beat must be Jing Ci.

Jing Miao originally thought that his life would continue like this, with good grades and loving parents. However, when he saw Jing Ci's grades, he panicked.

He didn't have time to think about why Jing Ci got better overnight, but he knew that he could never let Jing Ci continue like this, let alone let Jing Ci's father know about Jing Ci's achievements.

Otherwise, he was afraid that Jing's father would pour all his love into Jing Ci.

After Jing Miao returned home, she secretly browsed the forum of the Provincial Experimental High School and learned that Jing Ci had two days of exams today and tomorrow.

He knew that Jing Ci lacked love and hoped that his parents would treat him better, so he deliberately came up with this idea to stimulate him.

It's better to let him fail the exam.

Jing Miao thought viciously and sent another message to Jing Ci——

[Jing Miao: Your mother doesn’t want you, and your father doesn’t like you either. You are so pitiful.]

Just as a message was sent, the door to Jing Miao's room was suddenly pushed open, and Jing's father walked in: "Have you finished your homework?"

"Come on, come on!" Jing Miao guiltily hid her cell phone under the exercise book, picked up a pen and wrote randomly, pretending to study.

Father Jing's brows furrowed, his eyes turned around on his desk, and then he nodded and left.

Jing Ci looked at the incoming messages indifferently. After a while, he moved his fingers slightly and deleted Jing Miao as a friend.
To be continued...