Strictly speaking, this was Jing Ci's first time at the cinema.

The seat Yingjiao chose was in the middle of the third row, with a very good view.

Because the cinema is near a high school, most of the people who come are students, and there are no parents with naughty children. Everyone sits quietly and watches the movie.

The movie was shot quite well. Ignoring some of the unrealistic plots and the miscalculated math problem on the blackboard, it was quite interesting to see another high school life that was completely different from my own.

One-third of the progress has passed, and the plot conflicts have become more and more obvious. Jing Ci picked up the milk tea and took a sip, waiting for the next plot.

He didn't put the milk tea back, but held it in his hand to warm it.

Yingjiao didn't know why he was always not allowed to drink Coke, but Jing Ci didn't care. He didn't have any preference for drinks, and he drank whatever he wanted. Yingjiao would do whatever he said.

Jing Ci swallowed the pearl in his mouth and took another sip.

On the big screen, the plot has developed to the point where the cannon fodder has been killed to provoke the male protagonist.

As the male protagonist, of course, the colder the expression, the better, and the fewer words, the cooler. After the cannon fodder yelled, he seemed to be annoyed by his body language, and bent down to pick up a brick on the ground and shine it on the male protagonist’s head.

Just all of a sudden.

In an instant, blood and scalps flew together. Half of the big screen was filled with the male protagonist's face covered in blood.

Blood?!

Jing Ci was shocked and subconsciously wanted to see Yingjiao.

But before he could turn his head, he was thrown into his arms.

Ying Jiao closed her eyes tightly, her head covered with cold sweat, and she was already in a semi-fainting state.

"Yingjiao?" Jing Ci called him in a low voice, but Yingjiao didn't respond at all.

Jing Ci looked around. They were sitting in the middle, with people on both sides. Ying Jiao was still unconscious, so it was impossible to get out. He had to think of a way to wake him up.

The first time he encountered Ying Jiao fainting from blood, Jing Ji forcefully pinched him awake with his hands.

But this time, Jing Ci tried several times, but couldn't do it. So he put the still warm milk tea cup against his face, kept pushing him with his hands, and whispered his name in his ear.

Ying Jiao's eyebrows moved, and it seemed that he hadn't fainted completely. Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief, put the milk tea aside, took his cold hands and covered them tightly. Afraid of disturbing others watching the movie, he stayed as close to the floor as possible

Get closer to Yingjiao and keep calling him.

"It's okay..." After more than a minute, Yingjiao finally gained some consciousness. He gritted his teeth, suppressed the uncontrollable trembling of his body, and squeezed out two words through his teeth.

"Are you okay now?" The light in the cinema was very dark, and Jing Ji couldn't see his face clearly, and he was a little worried. He discussed with him in a low voice: "We won't watch, let's go out?"

Yingjiao remained silent and did not speak.

Just when Jing Ji wanted to ask him again, Ying Jiao's weak but extremely insistent voice sounded in his ears: "Who are you saying is not good?"

He took a few breaths, then forced himself to add: "I'm 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 felt less worried. He didn't answer, thought for a moment and said, "How about you wait for me here, and I'll go out and get you some hot water?"

Last time Yingjiao went to the school doctor's office because he was bleeding, and the school doctor asked him to drink hot water.

Yingjiao was feeling much better now. Compared to the last time he faced Jing Ji's blood, the artificial blood on the screen only had an impact on him for a moment.

"No need." He moved a little, trying to straighten up, and then he realized that his hand was being held by Jing Ji.

Jing Ci's hand was smaller than his, and even if he stretched his fingers as much as possible, he couldn't completely wrap his hand.

Yingjiao raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Isn't your milk tea hot? Give me a sip."

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment: "I've already drank it."

"It's okay," Yingjiao still closed his eyes: "We've already kissed each other, what do you still care about?"

Others were still watching the movie, and Jing Ji didn't want to argue with him. He hesitated for a few seconds and wanted to switch his straw with his. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got the milk tea in his hand, Ying Jiao snatched it away.

He seemed to have recovered a lot and even had strength in his hands. Before Jing Ci could stop him, he bit the straw and took a big sip while looking into Jing Ci's eyes.

Jing Ci's cheeks felt hot and he immediately turned his head away from looking at him.

In the end, the two of them insisted on watching the movie. As for whether they got into it or not, I don’t know.

When they walked out of the cinema, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and neither of them spoke first.

Yingjiao kept thinking about how to restore his respect.

Who would have thought that a youth love movie would include scenes of shooting bricks?

Let’s just fall in love, why add all these messy scenes?!

It's simply too unsocialist.

Between the director and the film reviewer, there must be something wrong with one of them!

No, he had to find a way to make Jing Ci forget about it.

Jing Ci walked beside Yingjiao and thought to himself that Yingjiao seemed to be very concerned about bleeding.

When we met for the first time, I specifically asked him to write a letter of guarantee for this purpose. So should I pretend that nothing happened?

But after all, I just watched a movie, so what should I say about the movie?

How about talking about the exam?

The two people turned to look at each other at the same time.

Yingjiao: "You..."

Jing Ci: "You..."

Yingjiao coughed: "What, I said I just took a nap, do you believe it?"

Jing Ci: "..."

The corners of Jing Ci's lips curved uncontrollably, and he lowered his head to suppress a smile: "Xin."

"Why do I think you don't believe it?" Yingjiao gritted his teeth, raised his chin, and stared into his eyes: "Why are you laughing?"

Jing Ci was already struggling to hold back his laughter, but when he asked him this question, he couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry," he smiled and avoided Yingjiao's hand. Thinking of the scene when he first traveled through time, he rarely teased: "Do you need me to write you another letter of guarantee?"

Jing Ci has a relatively light personality. He rarely smiles so wildly like this. His black eyes are sparkling with laughter.

Yingjiao looked at him, his heart softened, and he just felt that the face and the bleeding were not important anymore.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Jing Ci's face and whispered, "I don't want a guarantee letter this time, I want another kind of letter."

Jing Ci was confused: "What?"

"Little classmate," Yingjiao laughed, her eyes tightly grasping his face, as if jokingly but seriously: "I want a love letter, will you give it to me?"

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, and then his face suddenly became uncomfortable. He pushed Yingjiao away, raised his feet and walked forward.

Yingjiao looked at his hurried back, calmed down, secretly warned himself not to be impatient, and quickened his pace to catch up.

"Why are you running?"

"...I didn't run away."

"Get in the car," Yingjiao went to the side to get the bicycle and patted the back seat of the car: "Brother will take you to dinner. How about lemon grilled fish?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, and jumped neatly into the back seat of the car: "I can do it."

Yingjiao tilted his head slightly and asked him: "Are you seated yet?"

"alright."

Yingjiao lifted the leg that was on the ground, pedaled hard, and rode all the way forward.

The wind poured into his large school uniform, causing a bulging arc in the back, driving the top up slightly, revealing a section of the black sweater on his waist.

Seeing this, Jing Ci quietly pulled his school uniform down to squeeze out the wind, and then put down his hand.

After the monthly exam, the students in the provincial experiment relaxed briefly. Jing Ci was completely opposite to them, because the provincial preliminary round of the National Mathematics League had begun.

The day before the competition, Teacher Zhao did not let them do any more questions, but carefully explained to them what they needed to pay attention to before the exam——

"Although many of you here have participated in the math league, don't rely on this to not pay attention to the lectures, otherwise if something goes wrong, a year's hard work will be in vain."

Teacher Zhao took a sip of water, glanced slowly down the stage, and continued: "Gather in front of the second teaching building at 5:30 tomorrow morning. Don't be late! Our math competition class will line up at the rightmost pillar in front of the building.

, everyone must wear school uniforms.”

"I have told you about the competition time before, and I will emphasize it again. It will be held at Tunghai University, and the test will start at eight o'clock. The first test will be from eight o'clock to nine twenty, and the second test will be from nine forty to twelve ten.

."

Having said this, he glanced at Jing Ci emphatically: "No matter what the circumstances, you are not allowed to hand in your papers in advance. Did you hear that?"

Jing Ci: "..."

Jing Ci responded along with other students: "I heard it."

"Okay, I won't say any more nonsense." Teacher Zhao was about to make a concluding remarks when suddenly he seemed to have remembered something and added: "Wait, there is one more thing, I almost forgot to mention it."

"You all got up early tomorrow. The cafeteria will not be open at that time. It doesn't matter. The school is in charge of breakfast. We will give it to you after we gather together and board the bus."
To be continued...