This malice followed Qi Lin until Monday, when Qiao Xiyin put the umbrella on his table when he didn't come.
After self-study in the evening, He Yunchao came to pick him up. Qi Lin returned the umbrella, obviously seeing the melancholy in his eyes.
"That's fast." He sighed.
Qi Lin ""
So you hope she won’t pay her back, so you can always rely on her
Can I have a face
As for the encounter with Qiao Xiyin and the other two people over the weekend, it also spread among the small group in the class.
"The man next to Teacher Xiao Qiao is really handsome. Is he her boyfriend? That's right. I saw Teacher Xiao Qiao wearing makeup yesterday."
"I'm curious about Qi Lin's relationship with them. Don't tell me it was a chance encounter."
"I remember seeing him on the day of the parent-teacher meeting. Is he Qilin's parent?"
I don't know who started this, and the expressions of the classmates suddenly became subtle.
What age are the parents? It is impossible for the man and teacher Xiao Qiao to be too young to give birth to a son as old as Qi Lin. Could it be an uncle or cousin
Jiang Miaoyan had no intention of listening to their chat, and was looking through it boredly with her 3.
This was recommended to her by her deskmate last night, saying it was a stress-relieving tool. Jiang Miaoyan glanced at it and it turned out to be a slap-in-the-face novel with ancient sayings, the kind she had stopped reading in elementary school.
In particular, the author's name is Xiao Qiao.
Jiang Miaoyan is allergic to the word "Qiao" recently.
But she couldn't resist her deskmate's repeated attempts, so she had to pick up 3 and read a few chapters. The opening chapter was actually quite popular, but the author's writing style was gorgeous and she entered the plot very quickly.
Jiang Miaoyan could tell at a glance that there was a lot of real evidence, the threshold for online writing was low, and the author's cultural level was generally low, which resulted in the content of many articles being difficult to complain about. However, although this article is written by Mary Su Xiaobai, the author's cultural quality can be seen.
She actually watched several classes without knowing it.
The deskmate came up to her and asked her if it looked good with a smile. Jiang Miaoyan pursed her lips and handed the 3 back, "That's it."
My deskmate made a sound, "You've been looking at it for a long time, haven't you?"
"I'm bored." Her expression didn't change.
The anti-pornography scandal on the Internet has lasted for two weeks. Most of the banned articles have been released one after another, and the illegal chapters have basically been revised. This matter can come to an end.
Qiao Xiyin followed the original owner's ideas and finally got on the right track and continued the story.
She found that the bookstore is a very suitable place for coding. The remote corner is secretive and quiet. Everyone is immersed in the ocean of books. As long as they come there, they can't help but put down their mobile phones and do something.
So on the second and third weekend, she also went to the bookstore.
What a coincidence, I meet He Yunchao every time.
He also came here with his laptop and connected to his own hotspot login page. Qiao Xiyin sat face to face with him, unable to see the contents of his computer.
But she knew He Yunchao's identity.
In a world, there can only be one child of luck.
He Yunchao lowered his head to type. At the same time, Qiao Xiyin's mobile phone screen also lit up.
A message from editor-in-chief Xixi.
There is an inventory meeting of outstanding authors on May 1st. We want to meet. Are you free to come
There are three days of May Day holiday, and the inventory meeting is only held on one day, so Qiao Xiyin can fly there in time.
It was only the end of March, so it was still too early to talk about this matter. Qiao Xiyin only replied that it would depend on the situation.
He stopped replying.
Qiao Xiyin couldn't help but glance at him.
She really couldn't imagine He Yunchao walking into the editorial department of a female channel.
He Yunchao never took his peripheral vision away from Qiao Xiyin. He just looked at her and responded with a normal smile, and then continued to work on the computer as if this was his office.
No one could guess that he was reviewing online manuscripts.
Just don't look at his computer screen.
As dinner approached, Qiao Xiyin walked out of the bookstore, and He Yunchao closed his computer and followed closely.
Qiao Xiyin suddenly asked, "Where does Mr. He work now?"
At that time, He Yunchao sold the company, which shocked the whole people, and there was no news about him since.
Qiao Xiyin would ask this question. Naturally, it makes sense that he seems to be idle every day and does not seem to be working seriously.
Naturally, he would not tell anyone about this kind of work that was contrary to his image. He Yunchao's expression did not change and he smiled lightly and said, "The management department of a literary company."
Internet literature is also literature.
Qiao Xiyin sees through it but doesn't say anything.
She said that with He Yunchao's acting skills and psychological quality, it would be a waste not to go to the entertainment industry.
The first month of school has passed in the blink of an eye, and in the middle of March and April, the first monthly exam is ushered in.
There are two days of exams in total, and there is self-study in the evening. Qiao Xiyin did not participate in invigilating the exam, but one night it was her evening self-study.
Now the online grading mode has been adopted, and Qiao Xiyin can directly make corrections by entering the teacher client through the web page.
After a month, she has become very comfortable in correcting such subjective questions.
The history test was completed on the first day, and there were hundreds of papers for each grade. Qiao Xiyin made corrections during evening self-study.
The students in the first row were reviewing. They looked at the book but felt bored. They raised their heads and asked Qiao Xiyin quietly, "Is Teacher Xiao Qiao correcting the papers?"
Qiao Xiyin never had any airs when getting along with her classmates. Her voice was gentle and gentle, and she never lost her temper in the class. When everyone saw her, they felt like meeting a friend. They boldly called her sister.
So she nodded.
The classroom is already quiet, and even the smallest sound can be heard. Several people raised their heads and said, "Be merciful, sister. I wish you a Happy New Year in advance."
Qiao Xiyin smiled and said, "This paper shouldn't be difficult."
The test paper was given by a high school sophomore teacher. Considering that this was just the beginning, the difficulty was not immediately increased, just like the usual practice level. She changed the major questions and thought it was pretty good. She should generally get high scores this time.
What's more, these are students in a key class.
Someone else asked, "Sister, please write down the answers to the multiple-choice questions so we can get them right."
Naturally, this person was immediately silenced.
Qiao Xiyin would not do this kind of thing. Most of the students did not want to see the answers during the exam, except for some who did the opposite. She shook her head and said, "You should review quickly, don't you have a math test tomorrow?"
This put an end to their thoughts.
Two days passed by in a flash, and the efficiency of the teachers was amazing. The total score came out on the morning of the third day.
As Qiao Xiyin expected, several histories in the experimental class scored 90 points, and the whole grade generally had high scores. The average score of their class alone was over 70 points.
She came in beaming and congratulated everyone.
Although the test paper is simple, getting high scores is not easy. The grades in the class are very good when compared between the key classes and the experimental classes.
Jiang Miaoyan stuffed her phone back into the drawer and looked ugly when she heard Qiao Xiyin reporting her scores.
Her historical score this time is 82 points.
Normally, this is a good result. But the class average was seventy-five, and her score was only seven points higher than the average.
And the highest score is eighty-nine.
It wasn't her, it was a girl who was ranked outside the top ten in the class that she had never taken seriously.
Even Qi Lin scored seventy-five points, just above the average score.
Jiang Miaoyan's historical score in the final exam was eighty-seven, ranking first in the class and at the top of her grade.
That was when the whole grade generally relaxed their study of liberal arts and concentrated on academic studies.
But now, when arts and sciences are divided into classes, everyone has shifted their focus to how long can she maintain her ranking
The overall score ranking was as Jiang Miaoyan expected, third in the class.
Ranked outside of thirty in the grade.
The top forty spots were monopolized by Class Zero. Occasionally, students from several classes would squeeze in, but they could not shake Class Zero's status.
When school was over at night, Jiang Miaoyan's hands were shaking slightly when she saw her mother's car approaching.
She knew that this bloody storm was inevitable.
Jiang's mother has been strict with her since she was a child, and she must have nothing less than what other children should have. Jiang Miaoyan didn't think it was a big deal. When she saw her peers watching and playing games, she would be dismissive. Is there anything more important than studying
These are poor students.
Poor students, she won't play with them.
Therefore, this kind of achievement is unprecedented for Jiang Miaoyan.
She knew that she could not compete with the top geniuses and was ranked around twenty, so she took the initiative to drop down from the experimental class to the key class.
Because she wants to be a phoenix in the chicken coop, she enjoys the feeling of being the first in the class and being looked up to. Only in this way can she learn better.
But she couldn't even pass the exam for students in this class
Sure enough, Jiang Miaoyan's heart beat fast when she saw Jiang's mother's helpless face in the driver's seat.
"Reflect on yourself where the problem lies," Jiang's mother did not criticize her directly, as she did every time she failed in the exam, "We'll talk about it after getting off the car."
The storm is behind.
How to reflect
Jiang Miaoyan scored average in every subject, especially history, where she ranked around 20th.
She gritted her teeth and said, "I don't like that history teacher."
It's her teaching methods.
It must be like this
Looking at this report card, Qiao Xiyin had a hunch that something would happen to Jiang Miaoyan.
Things have gone completely off the rails.
Maybe, before the midterm exam, her parents will come to her for the second time.
She decided to take a preemptive strike and called Jiang Miaoyan to the office during the lecture break.
This period is the rainy season, and the amount of rain is surprisingly large. For the entire month of March, the city is shrouded in smog, and there is generally no exercise between classes.
Jiang Miaoyan took a look at her deskmate's 3, intending to vent her emotions. Seeing the heroine being a scumbag, she felt satisfied for a moment.
"Jiang Miaoyan, Jiang Miaoyan," a classmate outside knocked on the window, "Teacher Xiao Qiao is looking for you."
Suddenly, several students looked over.
Upon hearing the words "Teacher Xiao Qiao", Qi Lin who was passing by also turned his head and glanced at Jiang Miaoyan.
It's nothing more than a question of grades.
He sneered inwardly, it seemed he didn't do well in the exam.
But he was different. Qiao Xiyin praised him in class yesterday.