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Fang Jie hesitated for a moment, but still didn't call Jiang Zhijin back immediately.

He originally wanted to go to Jiang Zhijin early the next morning, but he was called to help by the teacher who led the team as soon as he woke up, and he was not released until almost 11 o'clock.When he sent a message to Jiang Zhijin, Jiang Zhijin was already on his way back to Shaojiang, almost home.

In fact, because of the phone call last night, Jiang Zhijin didn't want to meet Fang Jie immediately.Although the two of them didn't tell the truth directly like guessing a charade, they knew each other well, and it was awkward to meet each other.

So until the end of the competition, the two returned to a state of little communication.

The rules of the provincial physics competition were changed this year. After the exam, the papers will be graded directly, and the results will be issued within two days, just in time for the closing ceremony to award the awards, so as not to delay the scoring too long and cause unnecessary doubts.The closing ceremony borrowed the auditorium of the Provincial Institute of Technology. All the students participating in the competition sat neatly in the auditorium. The teachers and leaders on the stage took turns to give speeches. What they said was nothing more than the great significance of this competition. Thanks to all schools for their cooperation and hope they Study hard to get into a good university and other clichés.

Quite a few students are so bored that they are secretly playing with their mobile phones underneath.

Sitting next to Fang Jie was Jiang Xinxin. She glanced around, then turned her head and lowered her voice to talk to Fang Jie.

"Is it time to announce the rankings and award after the speech?"

"Yes." Fang Jie replied.

Jiang Xinxin stuck out her tongue: "I'm definitely not there anyway, the most important thing is to participate."

There are quite a lot of schools that came this time, the high schools attached to several universities plus the provincial key points, there are a lot of academic masters, and there are also a few rumored academic gods, which belong to the level that can only be expected and unattainable.

"It's very lucky to be here, let's feel the atmosphere of the provincial competition." Jiang Xinxin sighed, then turned to look at Fang Jie: "But you should be able to give it a try."

Fang Jie smiled.

Nearly [-] students participated in the competition, and there were only five places for the first prize, and both the written test and the experimental results were [-] points.Fang Jie's experiment was done well, but it is difficult to estimate the score of this kind of practical test. As for the two written tests, according to his own estimate...it should be pretty good.

He felt that he should not only try, but... can.

Sure enough, after the long speech, the list of winners and scores began to be announced in turn.Fifteen third prize winners, ten second prize winners...Jiang Xinxin won the third prize, and she is still in the front position, and she is quite satisfied, after all, there are only thirty people.

Finally, the first prize.

I don't know the first name, it seems to be a provincial key, 282 points.I don't know the second name, 279... The third one, the person above said "Shaojiang No. 275 Middle School, Fang Jie, [-] points."

No.3.

The people next to him looked over in unison, Fang Jie had no expression on his face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not bad, it's about the same as his estimated score, no hard work, no slap in the face...

It should be, Jiang Zhijin was not disappointed.

He was afraid of disappointing Jiang Zhijin.

When the awards were over, Shaojiang No. [-] Middle School won a first prize, a second prize, and a third prize, which is considered a pretty good result in such an inhumanly difficult competition. What was more unexpected was that Tan Zhuo did not win the prize.

On the way back to the hotel, Fang Jie glanced at the other party. Tan Zhuo's face was pale and he remained silent.

In fact, Tan Zhuo's physics is quite good. Fang Jie remembers that when he first analyzed the results of the whole grade, the other party's physics scores were still very high.This time I don't know if it's a mentality problem, but I didn't get a single award.

But this is none of my business.

The closing ceremony was over, and the whole competition was officially over. After lunch, a group of people returned to Shaojiang.It happened to be Saturday, and it was already past five o'clock when they returned to Shaojiang City. The teacher who led the team gave them a few words of advice and simply let them disband and go home.

Fang Jie opened the door. There was no sign of Jiang Zhijin in the house. Tangyuan was lying on the floor scratching his slippers desperately. When he heard the door opening, he ran under the sofa in fright, and slowly crawled out when he saw Fang Jie.

Fang Jie touched it twice, and walked around the room twice to confirm that Jiang Zhijin should really be gone.He put down the suitcase, changed his clothes, went out and took a taxi to Yunqi.

It was getting dark early in winter, and when he arrived at Yunqi, it was almost dark outside, and there were still no customers in the store. Zhou Hong and Gu Xun were chatting at the bar, and they glanced at the door together when they heard the sound of the door being pushed.

"Hey, didn't Brother Jiang say you went to the competition?" Zhou Hong said loudly as usual, "You're back?"

"Yeah. Jiang—is he there?"

Fang Jie originally wanted to call Jiang Zhijin directly, but it felt inappropriate in front of Zhou Hong and Gu Xun. He wanted to call Jiang Ge like Zhou Hong, but he didn't know why he couldn't say it, so he got stuck and changed the word abruptly.

Gu Xun probably heard it, and he laughed for a while before saying: "The small warehouse on the second floor is resting, you can go up and have a look."

"Oh." Fang Jie nodded and walked upstairs.

It is said to be the second floor, but in fact there are only seven or eight steps. A small attic room was converted into a temporary wine room with a folding bed. Sometimes Zhou Hong or Gu Xun would spend the night in it when they were too lazy to go back.

The door was unlocked, and Fang Jie turned the door open. There were piles of wine in boxes on both sides, and the small folding bed was directly opposite.

Jiang Zhijin was lying on his back on the bed with his right hand resting on his forehead, eyes closed, and seemed to be asleep.He didn't cover the quilt, but just covered it with a coat, which was half covered and half had slipped off.

There is no heating in the attic and the temperature is not high.Fang Jie glanced at it, closed the door gently, and walked up to Jiang Zhijin's bed a few steps forward.

The sound of his walking was very soft, Jiang Zhijin didn't even move, his breathing was very steady, and he didn't seem to be awake.Fang Jie carefully removed the clothes that didn't cover much of the other person's body, and leaned into the bed a little, trying to pull the folded quilt and help Jiang Zhijin cover it.

Jiang Zhijin didn't sleep enough to show his teeth and claws, but his posture was quite domineering, with half of his body pressed to the edge of the quilt. Fang Jie gently pulled it twice, and sighed silently in his heart.

He leaned back a little further, with his right leg bent over the edge of the bed, and leaned over to grab a corner of the quilt. This time, he finally pulled half of the quilt away and covered Jiang Zhijin.

Fang Jie covered Jiang Zhijin with a quilt, and when he lowered his head, he realized something was wrong.

In order to tear off the quilt inside the bed, Fang Jie leaned into the bed with one leg pressed against the edge of the bed, as if he was lying on top of Jiang Zhijin.Especially now, when he looked down at Jiang Zhijin, he happened to be face to face with him.

Jiang Zhijin still had his eyes closed, as if he hadn't moved.Fang Jie looked at him, and suddenly found that Jiang Zhijin's eyelashes were thick.

It is dense and long, a bit like a small fan.There is actually a mole on his eyelid, small and light in color, it is almost invisible unless you get close...

Fang Jie lowered his head slightly, trying to see the other party clearly.

At this moment, he heard Jiang Zhijin under him sigh slightly.

"It's almost done, don't force me to slap you." Jiang Zhijin said.