Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

This year's International Olympiad continued the habit of previous years. The three questions on the test paper increased in difficulty from the beginning to the end.

Last year, the entire Huaguo team was all planted on the last question of the first exam, which led to the total score being pulled away and the team missed the first place.

After getting the test paper, Jing Ji browsed it first. I set a position for each question in my mind, and after stabilizing my mood, I picked up the pen and started to calculate on the scratch paper.

The four-and-a-half-hour exam should have been long and difficult, but Jing Ci was so focused that he hardly felt the passage of time.

"My God, I'm suffocating to death." In the hotel room, Wang Qiong came out of the toilet and breathed a long sigh of relief: "The moment the urine came out, I felt that my life was sublimated."

Jing Ji didn't want to talk to him about whether to ascend or not, because he couldn't hold back anymore. He pushed Wang Qiong away and rushed into the toilet quickly.

This is the first time Wang Qiong sees him in a hurry, which is inexplicably strange. He leaned against the wall and said loudly to the inside: "Hey, thinking about we have to eat in the hotel later, I feel that I have no appetite. It's too bad, really, I regret not bringing a bottle of Laogan now. Mom is here."

Jing Ji didn't speak.

After a while, it wasn't until the toilet started pumping that his faint voice came from the door: "Do you think it's appropriate to discuss what to eat with me at this time?"

"What's the matter?" Wang Qiong didn't care at all, and said triumphantly, "I can still have a piece of candy in the toilet."

Jing Ci: "..."

He finally knew how Wang Qiong's body came from.

Jing Ji washed his hands and opened the door: "Let's go, you have to eat if you don't want to."

"Yes." Wang Qiong sighed and pulled out the room card: "Let's go."

After meeting with the other team members, several people went downstairs together. Including the team leader, everyone tacitly didn't mention the exam, ate a meal with a smile, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

The next morning was still the exam.

But after the test this time, I was completely liberated. From the obvious relaxed expressions of the contestants after leaving the test room, it can be seen that their mental state is completely different from the first time.

Hua Guo's two team leaders are very experienced. They have passed the exams, and the results have been determined. There is absolutely no need to ask about the scores to estimate the scores.

You have to study hard when you are studying, and play to your heart's content when it is time to play.

So, for the next two and a half days, the team leaders took Jing Ji and a few people, not only to turn around the local iconic attractions, but also to several restaurants with good reputation.

Although the schedule was very rushed and everyone was tired from running, they were very happy.

"This photo is really good." In the afternoon, Wang Qiong lay on the hotel bed, browsing the news in the WeChat group, and said to Jing Ji, "It seems that I have lost a lot of weight."

When going out to play, a group of people took a lot of photos with the national flag. It is too troublesome to send them to the team members one by one, so I put them all in the group.

Jing Ji glanced down, it was really good. He imitated Wang Qiong, entered the group to save the photos inside, and occasionally sent an interesting one or two to Yingjiao.

These days, Jing Ji and Yingjiao don't have much contact. As a result, the two people have a time difference of almost seven hours, and there is very little overlap of idle time. Second, Ying Jiao also started the final exam, and Jing Ji didn't want to distract him.

At this moment, considering that Ying Jiao had almost gone home from self-study next night, he sent a message.

"I'll watch TV." Wang Qiong finished chatting and said to Jing Ji, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Don't sleep." Jing Ji was sifting through the photos, and when he heard the words, he didn't lift his head and said, "You can just look at it."

Wang Qiong pressed the switch, and whistles and laughter suddenly sounded in the room. Jing Ji listened carefully, it was a talk show.

Wang Qiong frowned and changed the stage. But the show that I usually liked very much, but now I feel panicked. He turned off the TV irritably, and threw the remote control on the bed: "Don't watch it!"

Jing Ji turned to him: "What's wrong?"

"I'm nervous." Wang Qiong didn't want to say it, so as not to appear unstable. But when Jing Ji asked this, he couldn't help it immediately: "The results will come out later, and I don't know how the test is going."

Last year's competition results came out around 4:00 p.m. local time, and now it's past 3:30.

In fact, Wang Qiong felt that he did well in the test, but as long as he didn't get the score, he had no bottom in his heart.

Jing Ji didn't feel anything at first, but when he said this, he suddenly became nervous. He put down the phone calmly, and said calmly, "Go downstairs for a walk?"

Wang Qiong stood up abruptly, and wiped the sweat from her palm with a tissue: "Let's go."

The weather outside is nice, not too hot or too cold. The two walked out of the hotel lobby and were about to discuss where to go when the mobile phone in Jing Ci's pocket vibrated, it was a WeChat video invitation.

"You pick it up." Wang Qiong said with interest: "I'll take a walk around."

Jing Ji nodded, found a well-lit corner and pressed the answer button.

Yingjiao's face suddenly appeared on the screen, his hair was wet, and a towel was hanging around his neck: "I just took a shower, I didn't see the news, are you outside?"

"Well." Jing Ji introduced him to the surrounding situation, and turned the camera towards the outside: "The environment here is very good, the results are coming out soon, I... I couldn't calm down, so I went downstairs."

Yingjiao laughed, and it was rare to see Jing Ji nervous because of his exam results.

He sat down on the sofa, didn't mention it again, and said, "Tomorrow, except for the closing ceremony, will you be fine? When will you be back the day after tomorrow?"

The air tickets were all booked by the team leader, and Jing Ji didn't know the exact time at first.

"There is also a dinner party, the flight at 3 o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, and then..." Jing Ji calculated and said, "It will land at 8 o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow."

"It's a pity." Ying Jiao said regretfully, "I was at school at the time." He paused and asked again, "But do you still have a dinner party?"

Jing Ji nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

Jing Ji didn't care: "It's not a big deal." If Ying Jiao hadn't talked about tomorrow, he would have almost forgotten about it.

"Why not?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows: "What are you wearing?"

Jing Ji was very straightforward in this regard, and he said without thinking, "Team uniforms, Wang Qiong too."

Win arrogant: "..."

Yingjiao was amused by him: "Farewell, darling, are you here to participate or to dismantle the stage?" He picked up the towel and wiped it on his head at will, and said, "If I had known, I would have ordered a set for you. suit."

"No." Jing Ji really felt that it was unnecessary. He didn't know what happened to other countries. Anyway, his teammates were not so formal.

"Let's order a set, it will always be used in the future." Yingjiao lowered the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room and leaned on the back of the sofa lazily: "I know your size, but there is a detail that needs to be followed. Confirm it."

Jing Ji followed his topic subconsciously: "What?"

Yingjiao licked his lower lip and lowered his voice: "Are you used to putting it on the left or the right?"

Jing Ji was a little confused by what he said, and he didn't respond for a while: "Ah?"

"When wearing underwear," Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ji's eyes and said ambiguous: "Where are you used to... put it?"

Jing Ji's face flushed red, he looked around awkwardly, and protested in a low voice, "Brother, I'm outside."

"What's going on outside?" Yingjiao was very thick-skinned and didn't feel anything at all: "There's no one around you, hurry up, or do you want me to ask more?"

"No," Jing Ji rubbed his face fiercely, and said with a guilty conscience, "Left, left."

"Okay, I'll write it down." Ying Jiao looked at his blushing face, his heart was itching, and he deliberately played badly: "Jingshen, I know you so well, do you have to know me too?"

Jing Ji immediately understood what he meant, but flirting with his boyfriend outside during the day was a bit too much for him. He raised his eyes and looked at Yingjiao, showing weakness: "Brother..."

"Yeah." Ying Jiao remained unmoved, motioning him to continue.

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, his face burning hot. After doing psychological construction for a long time, he just gritted his teeth and asked softly, "Then...then which side are you used to?"

The more obedient he was, the more Yingjiao wanted to bully him. He raised his lips viciously: "You'll know when you come back and see for yourself?"

Jing Ji's hand shook, and the camera moved down a few inches.

"I do not want to see?"

Jing Ji turned his head in embarrassment, and insisted: "...No."

Yingjiao smiled in satisfaction and was about to say something. Wang Qiong suddenly screamed ah ah ah ah, and rushed over like a cannonball.

His face was flushed and his lips were trembling. Without saying a word, he directly reached out and hugged Jing Ji.

Unprepared, Jing Ji was knocked back a few steps by him, and his phone almost fell to the ground. But he had some hunch in his heart and didn't push Wang Qiong away.

Sure enough, before he could ask, Wang Qiong said excitedly, "We, we are number one!!!"

He grabbed Jing Ji's shoulders, his eyes flushed: "Teacher just said in the group! Number one, we are really number one!" He wiped his face and tried to calm himself down: "Teacher let us go up. "

Jing Ji's eyes were frighteningly bright, and he managed to maintain his apparent calm.

He took a deep breath, clenched his stiff fingers, and raised the phone again: "Brother, I..."

"Congratulations." Ying Jiao didn't know when he had stood up from the sofa, he looked at Jing Ji without blinking, with unconcealed pride and surprise on his face.

Even if it had happened too many times, Yingjiao was still shocked by him.

He had browsed relevant news and knew how difficult it was for the first to come out amid the unanimous bad-mouthing outside.

Jing Ji is really so powerful that he is unprecedented in some words, and he doesn't even know how to praise him.

Ying Jiao calmed down his violent heartbeat and said slowly, "You are busy with your work, I will hang up first. You don't have to worry about it in the country, I will inform Teacher Liu and the others."

Jing Ji nodded vigorously and put away the phone.

At 16:09 local time, the results of this international competition were fully announced.

After losing four consecutive years, the Huaguo team slapped those arrogant foreigners with a total score of 213 and became the well-deserved first place.

Among them, Jing Ci made a great contribution to this first place with a high score of 41.

Not to be outdone, the other players followed closely behind. Cen Hai played steadily, with a total score of 40. Wang Qiong, on the other hand, performed exceptionally well and scored 38 points.

The total score group first, won the hardware and one silver.

So far, the Huaguo team has been ashamed, showing the whole world what is called the return of the king with an invincible attitude.

At the closing ceremony, under the leadership of the team leader, six team members took the national flag and stepped onto the podium one by one.

On the giant screen above them, their personal information was clearly displayed to the audience——

People'sRepublicofChina

CiJing

HaiCen

QiongWang

…………

The shutter of the on-site camera clicked, and the glory of this moment was frozen forever.

When Jing Ji and the others stepped down, they just ran into the second-place foreign team head-on.

"It's the one who walked in the front, and has been squinting at us before." Wang Qiong whispered in Jing Ji's ear: "What's the result, isn't it overwhelmed by us? Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Jing Ji raised his eyes and looked up, just in line with the team member's line of sight.

He smiled provocatively, and then raised his right hand slightly, raising the flag in his hand.

The bright red flag was slowly rolled out in front of his eyes, and the foreign player's gaze was stagnant, as if he had been stabbed, and he quickly looked away.

When the news came back to China, both the media and netizens were blown away.

The number one I have been looking forward to for four years is too precious to describe.

The media scrambled to report this incident, not only the press release was full of praise, but even the headline was very bold.

[International Mathematical Olympiad, the return of the king of the Huaguo team! Successfully won the championship! 】

【A historic comeback! Congratulations to Hua Guo for winning the team first in the International Mathematical Olympiad and winning the hardware and one silver! 】

[Who said that the Olympic numbers in China have declined? The Huaguo brain is still the Huaguo brain. 】

The photos of Jing Ji and the others at the closing ceremony were not only reprinted by major media, but even on TV.

Even the state media has deliberately sent out Weibo to celebrate the retake of the first place. So much so that this incident rushed to the hot search in one go. Although it was only in the last few places, it also attracted a lot of attention.

Netizens are stupid. After all, they didn't have any hope before. They always said that the emphasis is on participation and participation. Who knew that such a surprise was actually waited for in the end.

【Ah ah ah ah, so excited! More excited than I was admitted to university! Really awesome! 】

【sharp! Thumbs up for the six team members! 】

【congratulations! The younger brothers and sisters are really struggling! 】

【Unbelievable! I got up and it was a blast! 】

[Suddenly discovered a terrifying thing... How come the looks of these academic tyrants are higher than each other? Especially the one in the middle, who studies better than us and looks better than us...]

[Please shut up upstairs, I don't want to listen, thank you! 】

The provincial experiment was even more joyous, and a huge banner was hung at the school gate the next morning—

Congratulations to Jingci, class 27 of our school, who won the gold medal in the International Mathematical Olympiad!

Even the homepage of the campus network has been updated. The principal wrote the news himself, and put a group photo of the previous speech and the school teacher.

On the overseas side, after the closing ceremony, everyone should go back to their room, and they should announce the good news to their families. And Jing Ji, because it is the highest score in this team, has to accept a personal interview.

After greeting the reporter, Jing Ji sat down at the table.

His face was as calm as usual, and he didn't dodge or cramp when facing the camera, as if the person taking the photo didn't exist.

Before the opening, he asked: "Is this interview in the form of a press release or a video?"

The young reporter on the opposite side didn't know what was wrong, but he was swept over by his indifferent gaze, and a shudder from the scumbag suddenly rose in his heart, he involuntarily straightened his back, and said with a smile, "You are so handsome, Video of course."

Jing Ji nodded, indicating that he knew.

There is nothing new in the interview, it's all the same content: the feeling of winning the gold medal, the learning experience over the years, etc., until the reporter asked: "What is your hobby?"

Jing Ci said truthfully: "Mathematics."

reporter:"……"

The reporter thought he would talk about basketball, badminton or something, but he didn't expect to get such an answer. Just as he was about to ask again, he heard Jing Ji say again: "Recently, I'm more interested in the limit of functions."

The reporter remembered that he was tortured to death by this when he was in the postgraduate entrance examination, and immediately forgot about it after graduation. Would anyone be interested in this stuff? He repeated in disbelief: "Function limit?"

"Well." There was paper and pen on the table, and Jing Ji took it and quickly wrote a few words on it—

f(x)→A(x→x0)

He stood up the paper, facing the camera, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "This is it."

The reporter laughed dryly: "As expected of a scholar, even his hobbies are so different." Then he quickly ended the topic and continued to ask questions.

The interview lasted for three minutes. Except for the function limit mentioned here, Jing Ji's answers were very official at the rest of the time.

After the reporter went back, he edited the video and posted it on Weibo along with the press release.

Usually, such interviews are not seen. But because of Jing Ci's good looks, coupled with the east wind of this competition, the number of broadcasts was surprisingly high, and in the end it also followed the hot search tail.

[Ah, ah, the little brother finally mentioned the smile of the limit! ! I can! ! 】

[Sure enough, he only laughs when he talks about his hobbies, and the rest is cold _(:з」∠)_]

[Student God exudes a different aura from me and other scum all the time. 】

[Hey, I don't know what function limit is. The eighteenth time it was repeated, Yan Gou couldn't get out! 】

Below, I frantically licking the screen while discussing the difference between a scholar and a scumbag.

Only Yingjiao quit Weibo after watching the video and opened the search engine.

On the white paper, in addition to the formula he couldn't understand, a small identity sign was written in the upper right corner.

Did Jing Ji want to say something to him?

He typed the limit of the function into the search box and looked down the page a little bit. When he saw a certain one, his pupils shrank suddenly——

f(x)→A (x→x0) is also written as limf(x)=A

f(x) approaches A infinitely, and A is the limit of f(x).

Some science students will use the definition of limit to express:

limf(x)=A means lim I=you.

I am infinitely close to you, you are my only limit. Even if you give me the whole world, I will only be by your side.

The author has something to say: the competition does not correspond to reality~ Everyone should watch it on the fly!

The expression of the function limit refers to the postgraduate entrance examination video of Mr. Zhang Yu~

When a man makes a custom suit, he will ask if he is used to putting it on the left or on the right.