Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed Jing Ci. He didn't let go until Jing Ci was out of breath.

"It's my fault," Yingjiao sighed, reflecting deeply on himself: "I've kissed you too little, which is why you're so unskilled."

He looked at Jing Ci thoughtfully and said seriously: "Hey, do you think we should make an agreement, such as kissing at least three or five times a day?"

"Where do you like to kiss? In the clothes drying yard? In the classroom? Or on the bed?"

Jing Ci's face turned red and he turned his head without saying anything.

Yingjiao couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch the back of his neck. She took advantage of him and stopped when he was satisfied: "Have you decided which university to go to?"

Because Jingci is on the road of competition, Yingjiao has read a lot of relevant articles during this period, and knowing that Jingci is in this situation, he will directly recommend him.

The formality was caught off guard. Jing Ci was startled for a moment, then nodded and said, "Well, go to the Department of Mathematics at Peking University."

Department of Mathematics, I guessed it right.

Yingjiao smiled, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Jing Ci whisper: "What about you? Where do you...want to take the exam?"

"Me?" Yingjiao looked at Jing Ji's lowered eyelashes, holding back his bad thoughts: "I quite like the Demon City, the atmosphere is open and free. Or the Demon City is also good, there are so many delicious food."

Jing Ci lowered his head and couldn't see clearly the expression on his face. After a few seconds, he calmly said, "Well, everything is fine."

He was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Go back, class is about to begin."

"What's wrong?" Yingjiao held his wrist and pulled him back: "Why do you feel that your mood is a little wrong?"

Jing Ci pursed his lips: "No."

Yingjiao smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers: "Are you stupid? I'm just kidding you."

Jing Ci suddenly raised his eyes.

"If you go to Peking University, where else can I go besides the Imperial Capital?" Yingjiao led him forward and sneered, "Do you think I've been studying so hard these past few months just for fun?"

Jing Ci felt so warm that his chest almost swelled, and he said guiltily: "I'm sorry..."

"Forget it this time," Yingjiao shook his hand hard and then let go: "Next time you feel unhappy, don't dare to hold it in alone and don't tell me anything..."

He chuckled and said meaningfully: "Let's see how I deal with you."

Jing Ci's face turned red silently as he thought of Ying Jiao's saucy words.

The two of them entered the teaching building and walked to the door of the office. Ying Jiao suddenly said: "You go back first, I will go find Lao Liu."

Jing Ci looked up at him: "Is something wrong?"

Yingjiao said "Hmm": "As for changing beds, he always puts off me and I urge him."

He frowned irritably: "Old Liu, this is so ignorant. Why do you always interfere with other people's things under the covers?"

It was time for get out of class to end, and people were coming and going in the corridor. Jing Ci was thin-skinned, and nodded awkwardly and shyly. Without saying anything more, the obedient ones left first.

Ying Jiao reported to the office and went straight to Teacher Liu.

Teacher Liu now has a headache when he sees him, and he opens his mouth and says: "What are you doing here again?"

Ying Jiao has been going crazy lately. He doesn't do serious things. He always pesters him to ask about branches of mathematics, and even asks him to focus on number theory.

It’s not that Teacher Liu thinks it’s a waste of his time. The main reason is that he’s not a college student. Understanding these things at this stage is a waste of time and useless.

Yingjiao was so thick-skinned that he didn't pay any attention to what Teacher Liu said, and walked slowly to his side: "Didn't you finish talking about number theory last time? Can you continue to talk to me?"

Teacher Liu looked at him a few times and asked doubtfully: "Are you going to major in mathematics in the future?"

"No," Yingjiao denied, "I just want to know more about it."

Jing Ci's birthday was coming soon, and he had been thinking about it for several days, but he didn't know what to give him.

Simply ordering a birthday cake is too hasty.

But just go with what you want, Jing Ci has nothing else he likes except mathematics.

Ying Jiao searched for a long time on the Internet about what kind of gifts he should give to people who like mathematics, and the results displayed were all kinds of books. He calculated the prices and felt that they were too cheap and too unfair.

I saw a comment saying that there are many branches of mathematics. You must first understand the branch that he likes, and then choose the gift based on the branch, otherwise it is easy to give the wrong gift.

Yingjiao pretended to be casual and took the words from Jing Ci. Knowing that he was very interested in number theory, he set his sights on Teacher Liu.

To be honest, Yingjiao couldn't understand how anyone in this world could like mathematics, especially after listening to Teacher Liu lecture on number theory for several days.

If he were given a choice, he would never want to open a math book in his life.

Ke Jingci likes it.

Although he couldn't understand it, he respected Jing Ci's preferences and was willing to understand those boring things for him.

Teacher Liu glanced at him speechlessly. Seeing that he was determined to listen, he could only recall the progress of that day and continued.

After Jing Ci joined the national training team, not only the provincial experiment but also the major media in Donghai Province were partying.

Whether it was Donghai Daily or new and large media, they all published this news immediately, and they all dubbed Jing Ci the "god of learning" and promoted it vigorously.

Suddenly, Jing Ci became famous in Donghai Province. Especially the parents regarded him as a new role model to educate their children.

This morning, Jing's father had just arrived at the company, went to the coffee bar to get a sandwich, and was eating while turning on the computer when he heard several colleagues next to him gathering together to discuss——

"Hey, do you know the kid who recently joined the national training team for the Mathematical Olympiad?"

"Why don't you know? Yesterday, my dad was holding a newspaper and talking to me, saying that this kid is so promising, and I wish he was his grandson, hahaha."

"I really don't know how his parents educated him. He is the only person in our province who has entered the national training team in decades. Isn't the guy in my family a freshman in high school and also learning Olympiad mathematics? I told him this morning to let him do more

Learn from others.”

"Hey, what's that kid's name? I saw it and forgot about it."

"Jing Ci? That seems to be his name."

"Yes, yes, it's Jing Ci, it's a pretty good name."

Jing's father's hand shook, and the sandwich fell onto the laptop keyboard with a snap. He stood up suddenly and looked at his colleagues: "Jing Ci?"

"Yes." A colleague smiled and said: "Don't tell me, Lao Jing, this is really fate. Both of you are named Jing. Is your son named Jing Miao? He is in the Provincial Experimental Junior High School now, right? And Jing Ci is also

We are considered alumni.”

In the past, Jing's father thought Jing Ci was embarrassed and never mentioned that he had an eldest son. He only talked about his younger son every time. Therefore, even his colleagues who had worked with him for several years did not know that he had two sons.

Jing's father's heart was beating wildly, his throat was tight, and his lips opened and closed for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "National training team...what's going on?"

Thinking that there was a junior high school student in his family, my colleagues suddenly realized that he was thinking about letting his child learn the Mathematical Olympiad.

He patiently explained to him the concept of the national training team, emphasizing how powerful Jing Ci was, and then said: "That kid is really awesome, you can ask your Miaomiao to get to know him and learn from him, haha

Ha ha."

Next, Father Jing was in a daze, not knowing what else his colleague said.

He didn't know much about the Mathematical Olympiad. After Jing Ji said there would be no extra points for the college entrance examination last time, he never paid attention to it again.

But now, he heard that Jing Ci had joined the national training team! It was the first job in Donghai Province.

What an honor this is.

Jing's father clenched his fists and regretted it.

If he had known that there would be such a result, why would he cut off Jing Ci's living expenses?

Father Jing took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and started transferring money to Jing Ci.

I originally wanted to transfer it to 3,000, but I was cruel and changed it to 5,000.

Afterwards, after careful consideration, he left a message to Jing Ci——

[I heard that you joined the national training team? This kid, why didn’t you tell your family about such a big thing? 】

【Dad is proud of you.】

【When do you have time? Dad will give you a call.】

After sending the message, Jing's father waited and waited, but never got a reply from Jing Ci, and even the transfer was not confiscated.

At noon, Jing's father was absent-mindedly eating lunch, checking his mobile phone from time to time, and almost put his chopsticks into the bowl of the person next to him.

The colleague asked funnyly: "Lao Jing, what are you thinking about? You have a new project recently?"

Jing's father responded vaguely, finished his meal hastily, and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. He couldn't hold it back anymore, so he took out his cell phone and called Jing Ci.

At that time, Jing Ci was getting ready for his lunch break. He checked his phone as usual and saw messages and missed calls from Jing's father.

He stared at the screen for a while, then stood up with his phone in hand.

"Brother Ci! Do you want to eat spicy strips?" Li Zhou shouted to Jing Ci, holding up a bag of freshly opened spicy strips.

Jing Ci shook his head and said to him, "I won't eat it." Then he walked out of the door.

As soon as he walked to the flower bed, Father Jing called again, his attitude was so good for the first time: "Have you had dinner? Did you see the message and transfer from dad to you? How..."

Jing Ci interrupted his meaningless greetings and said calmly: "Is something wrong?"

"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Jing's father laughed dryly and explained palely: "Last month, the company was busy with projects and forgot to transfer your living expenses. You did the same. Why didn't you remind dad?"

I don't know why, but Jing Ci feels a little sad and a little ridiculous.
To be continued...