Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

As the days passed, the learning intensity of the training team was also increasing.

There is a four-and-a-half-hour exam every other day. After the exam, I have a meal before continuing to study. There is no free time at all.

At the beginning, Wang Qiong would complain to Jing Ji, but in the end, she didn't even have the strength to complain. After returning to the dormitory in the evening, after washing hastily, I didn't want to say a word.

However, this kind of persistent fatigue does not disappear after a night's sleep, but accumulates and accumulates psychologically. So much so that the atmosphere of the training team became depressed.

A lot of energy consumption has made Jing Ji's appetite a lot bigger, and he even changed his habit of not eating much in the morning. After going back in the evening, he has to find extra snacks to support his stomach. But Rao is like this, he is still thin.

After handing in the papers for the last time, Jing Ji breathed a long sigh of relief.

The others in the classroom were the same as him, as if they had finally unloaded their burdens, and lay down on the table in relief.

Obviously it was time to go out to eat, but for a while, no one moved.

The test papers of the training team are not distributed to the team members, and the teacher will not teach the papers. No one knows how they will fare until the final results come out.

Jing Ji put down the pen, straightened the pen bag without any tilt, and walked to Wang Qiong's seat: "Go for dinner?"

"Give me a hand." Wang Qiong slumped softly on the chair, and Chong Jingci raised an arm.

Jing Ji laughed, reached out and dragged him up: "Let's go."

Wang Qiong nodded and walked out side by side with him.

The moment she stepped out of the classroom, Wang Qiong suddenly let out an "ah" without warning, as if she had finally reacted, and said in surprise, "It will be over after today!"

Each test of the training team is in the morning, and they have two self-study sessions in the afternoon and evening. Tomorrow morning will be the closing ceremony. The closing ceremony will announce a round of selection list at the same time. After the end, you can leave the team and leave.

"Well." Jing Ji replied. During the training, he really drained all his energy and brought out all his potential, so no matter what the result was, he could accept it calmly.

"I want to go home now and sleep with him for three days and three nights." Wang Qiong stretched out her fat palm and looked at Jing Ji: "I think I'm too thin, it's too torturous."

He sighed: "It turns out that people are in a hurry, and even fat can give you concessions."

"I want to go home too." Jing Ji lifted the curtain and walked into the cafeteria.

In the first few days, he still had time to call Yingjiao and say a few words. Later, I could only contact him through WeChat, and it was often after Yingjiao posted for a few hours before he had time to reply.

He really wanted to win too much, thinking that even if he was surrounded by mathematics, he couldn't forget this feeling.

"Don't forget to contact me in the future." Wang Qiong quickly went to the window to order a meal, waited beside Jing Ji with a dinner plate, and told him: "We are not only comrades in arms, we will still be in the same school in the future."

"Definitely not." Jing Ji asked Auntie Window to add two or two meals to him, and walked towards the dining table with Wang Qiong.

"Hey, how did you spend your third year in high school?" Wang Qiong put a piece of spareribs into her mouth and looked at Jing Ji curiously: "Anyway, I don't plan to stay in school all the time. Play games at home and make up for all that you have missed over the years."

Jing Ji had never thought about this issue before.

He thought about it seriously and said, "Continue to the class."

But the focus should be changed from learning to urging Yingjiao to learn.

Thinking of Ying Jiao, Jing Ji's face couldn't help revealing a smile.

Watching Wang Qiong almost doubted herself, is it really so happy to go to school? Or is there something special about their schools in Donghai Province?

Jing Ji was waiting for the selection result calmly, but the Jing family on the other side was not so harmonious.

After the news of not giving living expenses to the son born to his ex-wife broke out, Jing's father couldn't stand the strange eyes of his colleagues and applied for resignation with the leader.

Although Father Jing is regarded as a middle-level person in the company, he is not irreplaceable. Leaders quickly agreed to his application, and new recruits were hired during his handover.

When Father Jing left, he wanted to start a new company where no one knew him. He now has a good company platform, and the salary of normal job-hopping will basically increase by a lot.

But he underestimated the power of public opinion.

Jing Ci is good-looking and has good grades. He is also the first competitive student in Donghai Province to enter the national training team, and a proper role model for all students. Such a child wanted by parents all over the country was abused by his own father. Such a strong contrast of news, how can it not be impressive.

At least in the Internet industry where information spreads rapidly, Father Jing was blacklisted.

Who dares to recruit a person who can be so cruel to his own son? What if I accidentally provoke him one day and poison the water dispenser in the office?

The Internet industry has high salary levels, free corporate culture, and good benefits. People who have worked in Internet companies cannot adapt to other industries at all.

In this way, Father Jing began his long road to unemployed. Since he didn't work or make money, the conflict with Zhao Jinfeng gradually became prominent.

Therefore, the Jing family jumped around during this time. Two days of a little noise, three days of a big noise. That's not all, Jing's father lost face at Jing Ji's place, so he became ruthless, vowing to train another Tsinghua University student, so Jing Miao suffered.

Being stared at studying every day, not even talking about the original entertainment time.

Jingmiao was already in a period of rebelliousness, and being under such strict supervision by Jing's father, not only did his grades not rise, but instead dropped a lot.

On this day, Jing Miao couldn't help but secretly went to the high school forum to read about Jing Ci's news. As soon as she opened a post, her phone was taken away by Jing's father.

"You still have the face to play with your mobile phone with so little marks in the final exam?" Father Jing looked at Jing Miao angrily: "Hurry back to the house to do your homework!"

Jing Miao threw the pillow on the ground with a gloomy face, and threw it back.

"This kid, the older he gets, the more outrageous it gets." Father Jing complained, looking down at the phone screen.

Father Jing sneered and put the phone on the coffee table.

Zhao Jinfeng just saw it and frowned, "Why are you losing your temper?"

"It's okay." Father Jing wiped his face: "I saw someone talking about the training team, and they said that Jing Ji would definitely make it to the next round."

Father Jing said contemptuously, "Just him?"

Since being ridiculed by Teacher Liu last time, Jing's father has made up for the knowledge of mathematics competitions, and finally understands the current stage of Jing Ji.

"Isn't it a bad game, and he is still considered a treasure." Zhao Jinfeng was so jealous that he said sourly: "Let's see what he will do if he loses this time."

This Spring Festival relatives came to pay New Year's greetings, and they all inquired about Jing Ci's news in secret, but no one cared about Jing Miao at all. Zhao Jinfeng was so angry that he didn't eat for a day, and wished that Jing Ji had an accident and fell from the clouds.

"I don't believe he can continue to have **** luck this time!"

There are many people who have the same idea as Zhao Jinfeng, and of course there are also people who sincerely hope that Jing Ci will be good.

The last day of Jingci's training camp happened to be the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the second day of the provincial experiment.

After the second get out of class in the morning, He Conge and several people rushed to Yingjiao's side and asked him, "Brother Jiao, is Brother Ci already in the opening and closing ceremonies?"

"Yeah." Ying Jiao clicked on the browser, and while searching the web page for news related to the closing ceremony of the training team, he said, "It starts at nine o'clock."

"Ah." Zheng Que looked up at the wall clock: "It's been twenty-five minutes!"

He wanted to say something else, but Chen Miaomiao suddenly ran over with his mobile phone in excitement and bumped him directly: "Ahhhh! I found a post about the first round selection of the live training team!"

Yingjiao immediately raised his eyes to look at her: "Send me the URL."

This post was sent by a player who was in the same training team as Jing Ji. Although people were participating in the closing ceremony, because the results were about to be announced, they couldn't calm down at all, so they simply ran to the competition forum and made a post to give back to the public, by the way Calm down.

[Wait, the landlord is a good man, I wish the landlord a good result. 】

[It is 9:26 now. According to the time of previous years, it should be able to come out within ten minutes. 】

[The players from the Big Beidou Province, come on! What kind of dark horse is that in Donghai Province, you are! 】

[It's over after waiting. It's strange, why are there no people from Donghai Province in the post? Are you not full of confidence? 】

[I heard that this year's questions are particularly difficult because the results in the international competitions in previous years were not very good. 】

"The question is difficult." Although he didn't understand anything, He Conge was still nervous: "Isn't that a big disadvantage for Brother Ci?"

"Brother Ci will definitely be fine." Wu Weicheng, a brain-dead fan, slammed the table firmly and said, "If it's going to be difficult together, I'm afraid of them, Brother Ci?"

He Conge suddenly said, "Yes. I'm not in the mood right now. Otherwise, I'll clean up all the brain damage in the post by myself."

I found a few people to take turns watching the wind at the door. The seventh class students gathered at the Yingjiao table, chatting, and holding up their mobile phones to refresh posts and other results.

However, I don't know what happened, and the results of this year have not been announced yet.

Not only the people in the post can't wait, but the students in Class 7 are also anxious.

"Damn, if you don't come out, you will have class. The next class will be Lao Liu's class!"

"There are 60 people in their training team, right? How long does it take for 60 people to achieve results? What kind of efficiency is this! Even Lao Liu can't compare with a single finger!"

"Damn, I'm more anxious than waiting for my own grades, come out soon..."

But the judges obviously did not hear their voices, and when there were still four minutes before class, the results did not come out. Three minutes, two minutes, still didn't come out.

The people in Class 7 lost their patience and put down their mobile phones one after another.

"It's gone, it seems to have to wait a while."

"It's really a delay, eh."

Ying Jiao ignored them, his eyes fixed on the screen, maintaining a refresh rate of every few seconds. Finally, one minute before class, he immediately got the shortlist for the second stage of the national training team posted by the landlord.

Under the big red title, it is clearly printed—

Jing Ci Donghai Province, the second year of Donghai Province Experimental Senior High School.

Yingjiao couldn't help laughing, his Jingjing was really powerful and high-spirited.

With sharp eyes, He Conge caught sight of the content on the screen of the mobile phone, and immediately stood up excitedly: "My mom!!! It's out!!! Brother Ci is in! It's the second round!"

The classroom was quiet for a second, and then cheers and applause nearly overturned the ceiling.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"My day, brother Ci is awesome."

"One-nineteenth! Brother Ci is powerful."

"Brother Ci is amazing, the leaders of our school are probably going crazy with joy."

The class bell had been ringing for a minute, but everyone didn't notice, and they kept talking excitedly. Fortunately, Mr. Liu didn't know if there was something wrong, and he never came.

After He Congee and several people vented, their mood calmed down a little, and suddenly found Hua Dian: "Speaking of which, will Brother Ci not be used for school in the future?"

"Damn it!" Zheng Que, the game madman's envious eyes, turned red: "Is it so chic? You don't need to get up early or do quizzes, and play games at home every day, isn't it too comfortable?"

Yingjiao glanced at him: "Why don't you come?"

"No." Zheng Que didn't understand: "Brother Ci was recommended, and he only needs to study Olympiad math now, so there is no need to come to school."

He Conge nodded in agreement: "Yes, there is no need."

Yingjiao clicked on WeChat and sent a message to Jingci, put down the phone, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's necessary."

He glanced at He Porridge and said slowly: "If you don't come - how can you show your affection to you?"

He Congee, Zheng Que, Peng Chengcheng: "…………"