Yingjiao sneered: "Do you know why I never go to the gym?"

He Zhou rolled his eyes at him: "Come on, you're thin and you're strong, right?"

"No." Yingjiao picked up the pen again and smiled coquettishly: "I'm afraid that the people inside will think that I am deliberately showing off my figure."

He Zhou Zheng Que Peng Chengcheng: "..."

He Zhou pointed at him weakly: "Shut up..."

"Okay." Yingjiao opened the draft book in his hand and said, "When you want to know more, you can go to Jing Ci."

He Zhou: "..."

He Zhou: “Get out!!”

Yingjiao wanted to say something more, but the get out of class bell rang. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the WeChat message on it, refused He Zong and the others to go out for a walk, pulled up his chair and walked out.

Five minutes later, he took a thermos bucket from the guard and carried it to the second teaching building.

After Jing Ci joined the national team this time, the school did not reward him with any money. Instead, they found a Mathematical Olympiad coach somewhere and started giving him small lessons after the Qingming Festival holiday.

There are no free classrooms in Teaching Building 1, so Jing Ci now spends most of his time in Teaching Building 2.

When Yingjiao went there, the coach was not there, and Jing Ci was the only one in the room.

Seeing him, Jing Ci immediately came up to him: "Brother, why are you here?"

"I'm bringing you soup to replenish your health." Yingjiao put the thermos bucket on the table and opened the lid: "I asked my aunt to make it. I'll bring it to you after the first evening self-study get out of class every day."

It's not impossible to let Jing Ci go home and drink with him in the evening, but they will study at 10:30 and Jing Ci goes to bed at 11. It will definitely be uncomfortable if he has a stomach full of soup and water before going to bed.

"It's too troublesome." Jing Ci felt a little embarrassed: "Forget it, I'm in good health."

"What's the trouble?" Yingjiao handed him the spoon and motioned for him to drink quickly: "Auntie's house is near our school, so I just happened to drop by."

"And," Yingjiao raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "Who was sick some time ago?"

Jing Ci was unconvinced and whispered: "Just once..."

"Well, once," Yingjiao tapped the back of his hand with a pen and said calmly: "How many more times do you want to do it?"

"No," Jing Ci took a spoonful of soup, raised his head and asked Yingjiao, "Brother, do you want to drink it?"

Yingjiao refused without thinking, and said meaningfully: "If you don't drink, if you keep drinking it, do you want to suffocate me to death, or don't you want to get up from the bed?"

Jing Ci lowered his head in embarrassment and took a sip of soup without saying anything.

Considering that it was just a snack in the evening, there wasn't much soup in the thermos, so Jing Ci finished it quickly.

Yingjiao glanced at the time, and while packing up, he said: "Then I'm leaving. It will be the same time tomorrow. Wait for me in the classroom."

The end of get out of class was too short, so Jing Ci didn't want him to run around, so he said, "I'll go to the guard to get it myself, to save you the extra trip."

Ying Jiao lowered her eyes to look at him, with a smile in her eyes: "Baby, do you think I came here just to give you soup?"

Jing Ci is confused.

if not?

Yingjiao smiled lowly and looked into the corridor. When he saw no one was coming, he whispered in his ear: "The main thing is to see people."

Jing Ci was startled, and then the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

"Do you still want to get it yourself?"

Jing Ci shook his head slightly.

For the next three months, Yingjiao would come over and deliver soup every night.

So, thanks to his tonic soup, before the international competition, even though the intensity of study became more and more intense, Jing Ci's body and energy could still keep up, and he never got sick again.
Chapter completed!