Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

At 7:10, the bus from the provincial experiment arrived at Donghai University.

At 7:30, Jing Ci put the schoolbag in the bus according to Teacher Zhao's instructions, and walked into the examination room with only the necessary tools for the examination.

At 8:00 sharp, the first test of the National Mathematics League Qualifiers officially started.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ji first filled in the necessary school name, and browsed the paper from beginning to end according to his habit, and had a general understanding of the difficulty of this test in his heart.

The full score of the first test is 120 points. Generally speaking, the difficulty is only slightly higher than that of the college entrance examination. But Jing Ci was not very lucky, and found a number thesis in the answer.

The number theory question can be said to be a stumbling block in the first test. Many contestants will give up when they see number theory and leave time for other questions.

Compared to the frowning faces of other contestants in the examination room, Jing Ji was relatively calm. Number theory is also difficult for him, but it is not insurmountable.

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, picked up the pen and started answering the question. As long as there is enough time left, he feels that he can do this question completely.

The time for math competitions is very tight. Although the number of questions seems to be small, because the questions are difficult, it takes a lot of time accordingly.

Jing Ji had found a lot of competition papers before, and he already knew how long each question should take. He calmly completed the fill-in-the-blank problem, skipping the number theory and doing the other solutions first.

After a test, the answer went very smoothly, and in the end, he wrote the answer perfectly in the number theory.

But in the preliminaries, the most important thing is not the first test, but the second test with a total score of 180 points.

Although there are many points in the second test, there are actually only four questions.

Each one is a real problem, without enough strength, it is completely impossible to expect to hit the big luck.

Before coming, Teacher Zhao had already told them. The scores for each question in the second test are very high, so as long as the problem-solving steps involved are correct, they will be awarded points, and they are required to write the problem-solving process completely.

Jing Ji kept this sentence in mind, pondered for a while, picked up the pen and was about to calculate on the grass, when the temple suddenly hurt without warning.

This feeling is too familiar, and when I am familiar with Jing Ji, I immediately understand that this is a malicious target from the protagonist of the book.

But it was only when he saw Qiao Anyan that it hurt before, why is it like this now?

The thoughts that had just been thought of in Jing Ji's mind disappeared instantly, his fingertips trembled, he closed his eyes, and tried his best to calm himself down.

This pain is nothing, and it is not without it when it hurts more. When he was a child, he was secretly stabbed with a needle and kicked with a foot by the amiable-looking vice president. He also insisted on surviving in the orphanage and became the pride of the orphanage.

There was nothing he couldn't get through.

In his short eighteen years of life, Jing Ji has experienced abandonment, violence, ridicule, and darkness that many normal people have not experienced, so that he understood a truth from a very young age—

Your eyes will deceive you, your ears will deceive you. Your experience will deceive you, your imagination will deceive you, but mathematics will not.

For so many years, Jing Ji has studied hard and tried his best to change his destiny. This belief will not change even if he changes the world.

Mathematics is his closest companion.

Give him hope, give him confidence, give him a bright future, comfort him and accompany him when he is depressed and flustered.

All the emotions that he can't tell can be vented through mathematics.

No one can mess up his math test, not even the protagonist of the world.

Jing Ji slowly exhaled, endured a headache, and started reading the question again.

He didn't know how to solve this kind of pertinence for the time being, but on the day of the results, other people's concerns could ease his headache, but it gave him ideas.

As long as he keeps going high and gets more people's approval, will Qiao Anyan's containment of him fail one day?

Jing Ji drew a three-dimensional geometric pattern on the paper with difficulty, calmed down and continued to think.

As his mind gradually concentrated, the impact of the headache on him became less and less, and in the end, it was even negligible.

At the same time, in the classroom of Class 11, Qiao Anyan looked at the mobile game interface in disbelief, and murmured, "What, what's going on?"

His face at the same table was also full of shock: "Why are you so bad today? You could draw prizes every time before, but this time we both paid so much gold, and we didn't draw anything?! What the hell!"

"Who knows." Qiao Anyan frowned impatiently.

After being reborn, he felt more and more uncomfortable.

Forget the golden fingers failing from time to time, and now not even the good luck that comes with it.

He threw the phone into the hole in the table irritably, and fell down with a gloomy face.

What went wrong?

And in places that cannot be seen by the naked eye, the luck that Qiao Anyan forcibly plundered from others in order to reverse his life in his previous life is disappearing little by little.

At Donghai University, just as Jing Ci wrote the last number on the answer sheet, the hand-in bell rang.

The two invigilators immediately stood up, asked them to stop answering the questions with a serious look, and collected the papers as quickly as possible.

Jing Ji packed up his things, followed the crowd out of the classroom, and came to the gathering place for the provincial experiment.

Zhou Chao was already one step ahead of him, and his face was full of frustration. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "It's over, I'm finished! The question is too difficult, I don't think I can even pass the preliminaries!"

"No." Jing Ji comforted him: "I also find it difficult, don't think about it too much."

"I hope." Zhou Chao sighed, walking towards the bus, and said, "My mother gave me a vaccination in advance, saying that this is the last time she will let me participate in the competition."

"Huh?" Jing Ji didn't quite understand.

"In the third year of high school, she asked me to focus on the textbooks," Zhou Chao found a place to sit down, turned his head and said, "I'm afraid the competition will delay my college entrance examination."

Indeed, if you cannot get results in two competitions, it is better to give up taking the college entrance examination.

Jing Ji couldn't persuade him this time, so he could only be silent.

Fortunately, Zhou Chao just wanted to make a fuss, he glanced at Teacher Zhao who was surrounded by several students, and whispered in Jing Ji's ear: "I'm afraid Teacher Zhao will come over later and ask me how I'm doing in the exam. , I'll pretend to sleep first, don't call me."

Jing Ji smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Jing Ji was also a little tired. It took all his energy to fight against the will of the world just now. At this moment, I suddenly relaxed, and I only felt exhausted.

He reluctantly cheered up, took out his mobile phone and checked, there were a lot of WeChat messages, all from Yingjiao.

[Pride]: The physical papers are finished [Picture]

[Pride]: Waiting for you to come back.

[Pride]: I brought you a small square cake with shredded coconut milk and put it in the hole of your table.

[Pride]: I didn't sleep at noon, and I did a few math problems.

[Pride]: Have you finished the exam?

[Pride]: Tell my brother after the test.

A smile appeared on Jing Ji's face involuntarily, because the depression targeted by Qiao Anyan was swept away, he reached out and typed, and returned a message to Ying Jiao——

【King】: After the test, I am preparing to go back.

Seeing Mr. Zhao's eyes drifting over from time to time, he quickly put the phone back in his schoolbag, covered the protruding outline of the fuselage with one hand, and fell asleep on the back of the chair with peace of mind. He didn't even know when to go to school. knowledge.

"You can really sleep." Zhou Chao pushed him awake, pointed to the outside and said, "Let's go, go to the second cafeteria to eat."

"Second canteen?"

"Well." Zhou Chao nodded: "Mr. Zhao said that the school manages meals at noon today, and the second cafeteria is privately contracted and can open fire at any time, so I can only go there."

"Okay." Jing Ji felt much more comfortable after a good night's sleep. He picked up his schoolbag and went to the second cafeteria with Zhou Chao.

Xu Shi knew that they were all students valued by the school leaders. The staff in the second cafeteria did not dare to act as a demon, and the meals served were very normal.

Jing Ji got a cauliflower fried pork rice, plus two oranges.

The taste is indeed incomparable with a canteen, but it is better than the quantity. Jing Ji ate the entire plate of food in one go, and then he felt alive.

"Go back," Zhou Chao put down the spoon almost at the same time as Jing Ji, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up, and looked at death with a face: "You have to face what you should face."

The two sent their plates to the recycling area and walked to the classroom together.

When passing the basketball court, a shout suddenly came from not far away: "Jing Ji!"

Yingjiao threw the basketball in his hand to the side and walked towards him: "Are you back?"

Jing Ji looked at the familiar people on the basketball court, and then he realized that it was a physical education class for their class.

Zhou Chao couldn't do it with admiration, but unfortunately their super-long physical education class has long been canceled, so they can only return to the classroom with a bitter look.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and took Jing Ji's schoolbag naturally, and asked him, "Have you eaten?"

"Well." Jing Ji nodded: "I ate in the second cafeteria."

"Second canteen? How can I go there to eat?" Yingjiao frowned and touched his stomach: "Are you full?"

"I'm full." Jing Ji shrank back, stood near the basketball stand, said hello to a few people from Class 7, turned his head and continued to Yingjiao: "The school manages meals and can only be eaten in the second cafeteria. , the taste is okay.”

Well enough?

Yingjiao laughed, as if he had never eaten at the second cafeteria.

He reached out and rubbed Jing Ji's hair, and said softly, "So easy to support?"

Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled, watching him hang his schoolbag on the horizontal bar, stretched out his hand and said righteously: "I'm not picky eaters."

Ying Jiao's heart was softened by his smile, and he was about to say something when Zheng Que suddenly shouted from behind: "Brother Jiao, are you still fighting? Come with Jing Ji!"

Jing Ji's eyes lit up instantly.

No boy would dislike this hearty sport. In the previous world, he would occasionally play on the basketball court alone. After coming here, by accident, he has never even touched a basketball.

Yingjiao noticed his expression and asked, "Want to fight?

Jing Ji nodded.

"Wait for another ten minutes if you want to fight," Ying Jiao twisted the cap off the bottle and took a sip of Coke: "It's bad for your stomach when you're full."

Jing Ji listened to him: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, Ying Jiao took Jing Ji to the court together.

A few people just played casually, and they didn't strictly follow five-on-five like in regular ball games. If there are people, join, and if there are fewer people, you can continue to fight.

It's just that Yingjiao's football skills are good, and Zheng Que is particularly cool with him on the team, so he specially called him a word.

Ying Jiao scored three goals in a row, and Jing Ji also scored one. He Conge was angry with them, he threw his school uniform jacket out, and rubbed his hands: "Come on, continue!"

Ying Jiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then passed the ball to Jing Ji.

Zheng Que, who was gearing up and waiting to catch the ball: "..."

It's getting old, and playing basketball is so eccentric!

Jing Ji moved to the basketball hoop while dribbling the ball. He porridge thief, knowing that he could not guard against Ying Jiao, turned Ying Jiao to Peng Chengcheng and Wu Weicheng, and blocked himself in front of Jing Ji.

He is so huge that he can almost hold two scenes. Jing Ji dodged left and right to no avail, jumped up and wanted to pass the ball to Ying Jiao, who was closest to him.

He Conge subconsciously jumped up and stretched out his hand to block it.

It's a pity that he overestimated his balance, the ball didn't block, but hit Jing Ji head-on.

How could Jing Ji's small body withstand his bump, he flew out several steps in an instant, and was about to fall down.

At the critical moment, Ying Jiao flew over and grabbed Jing Ji, pulling him hard.

It's a pity that Jing Ji's body was too inertial, and instead he fell with him.

At the moment when he was about to land, Ying Jiao's mind hadn't reacted yet, and his hands had already hugged Jing Ji tightly, protecting him tightly in his arms, making a solid back for Jing Ji.

Seeing that he was in trouble, He Conge walked over tremblingly: "Brother Jiao, Jing Ji, are you two okay?"

"I'm fine." Jing Ci calmed down for a moment and replied to him. He was well protected by Yingjiao, and he didn't bump into it at all.

"Yingjiao, did you get hurt anywhere?" Jing Ji raised his head from his arms, put his hands on the ground, and was about to get up, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

His body froze instantly, as if it had been frozen, and he kept his head up motionless, his face slowly, slowly getting hotter and hotter...

Ying Jiao really didn't think about anything at first, and when he saw that Jing Ji was about to fall, he rushed over completely instinctively.

However, things started to go wrong when the bodies of the two men rubbed against each other.

Jing Ji had just exercised vigorously, and snuggled in his arms obediently, gasping for breath against his ears, hot and humid breath brushing across his neck, ambiguously almost seductive.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was terribly energetic, and holding the person he liked wholeheartedly in his arms, Ying Jiao couldn't even feel the pain, and he reacted almost immediately.

For a moment, Yingjiao's mind went blank. He threw aside everything on the playground and basketball.

He just wanted to frantically press Jing Ji under him, tear his clothes off recklessly, and shackle his hands. Biting him hard, kissing him, doing more excessive things to him...

"You..." They were all boys, of course Jing Ji knew what he was feeling.

He was embarrassed and shy, not when he got up, not when he didn't get up, and froze there at a loss: "How could you..."

Everything around has become a set board, and it seems that the two of them are left between the sky and the earth.

Ying Jiao's Adam's apple rolled a few times, he stared at Jing Ji, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes: "What's wrong with me?"

The author has something to say: your eyes will deceive you, and your ears will deceive you. Your experience will deceive you, your imagination will deceive you, but mathematics will not - Lucien Evans.