Song Shijun on the side joked, "What she needs more now is pig brains. Go back and ask the kitchen to stew a Gastrodia pig brain soup for you to replenish it."
"No need, I'll leave it to you." Han Qiqing said back.
Song Shijun said, "You can give it to me. I quite like eating pig brains. Having said that, I really want to eat hot pot. How about we wait for Qiqing to finish her exam tomorrow and make an appointment to have dinner and give her condolences?" ."
"My condolences to you, it's a celebration! Okay, let's go have hot pot tomorrow night. I'll treat you to help me celebrate. Don't worry, Shijun. I'll order ten pig brains for you to eat. Full."
Han Qiqing used this to encourage herself, as if saying this means she can pass the exam tomorrow.
Mu Xiaoxiao hesitated, "Well... we won't be free tomorrow night."
Han Qiqing was surprised, "Why? You are not free? What are you going to do?"
Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."
It’s not easy to tell them, right
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at Yin Shaojie and signaled him to find an excuse quickly.
Yin Shaojie put one hand in his pocket and held Xiaoxiao with the other. He smiled at Han Qiqing and said, "Xiaoxiao and I are going to spend the weekend in the world of two."
Mu Xiaoxiao tilted slightly.
I'm asking you to make excuses, not tell the truth!
"Oh~~~" Han Qiqing drawled out the ambiguous ending, with a look of understanding on her face.
"Okay, okay, you go to your two-person world, Shijun, just the two of us will eat hot pot, and I will buy you a hundred pig brains!"
Song Shijun, “…”
Was she planning to bury him alive with pig brains
"One pig brain counts as one hot pot. If I help you guess the question correctly, you can treat me to a hundred meals of hot pot."
Han Qiqing looked at him in surprise, "Can you be more greedy?"
Song Shijun nodded, "Yes, how about a thousand meals?"
Han Qiqing gave him a roll of her eyes. She asked, "What if you guess wrong?"
"You won't guess wrong, it just depends on how many you guess right." Song Shijun looked very confident. He felt that he could guess at least 70% or more correctly.
Han Qiqing crossed her arms across her chest and glanced at him, "What if the guesses are rarely correct?"
Song Shijun said boldly, "If the proportion of correct guesses is less than 20%, then I will treat you!"
"Okay, it's a deal!" Han Qiqing confronted him.
Song Shijun laughed, "Are you stupid? You should be hoping that I guess the right answer, so you don't have to worry about the exam."
Han Qiqing shook her head and said, "My intuition tells me that the questions my brother asks will perfectly avoid the questions you guess, maybe not even 10% of the time."
"It's impossible, at least half of it." Song Shijun was inexplicably confident.
"You're not the roundworm in my brother's belly. How could you possibly guess half of it? Just brag. You don't have to pay taxes for bragging anyway."
"This is called IQ. People with high IQs like me are in the same category as your brother, so we think at about the same frequency."
"Can you stop talking nonsense so seriously? I'll make you laugh to death."
Mu Xiaoxiao and Yin Shaojie looked at them funny.
"I seem to have seen us today, and my intuition tells me that Shijun will be slapped in the face." Mu Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and snickered.
Yin Shaojie nodded, "I'm afraid so."
When they reached the school gate, the four of them parted ways. Song Shijun sent Qiqing home, while Yin Shaojie and Mu Xiaoxiao stood aside, waiting for the bus.
"Wow, it's Master Jie!"
"Young Master Jie is so handsome!"
When the crowd after school saw Yin Shaojie, especially the girls, they couldn't walk and crowded at the school gate.
(End of chapter)