So, for many things that don’t happen to you, you will never know the bitterness behind them.
This is what we call talking without any pain in the waist.
Su Qiao was about to speak when she caught sight of Lin Qiuci talking to two men at the entrance of the newspaper office.
After thinking about it, I realized that Su Ying and several students appeared here to wait for Lin Qiuci.
She looked at Su Ying with some surprise: "Are you still with Lin Qiuci?"
Is this kid's brain rusted
If Lin Qiuci was a man, she would be able to understand it better.
But she is a woman, is she really that attractive
Why didn't she find a bright spot in her
Su Ying's face flushed all of a sudden: "I..."
A few female students nearby probably had looked at Su Qiao enough, so they suddenly interrupted.
"Su Ying, so this is really your sister?"
"It's not that rustic."
"Haha, you don't know this. Some people, no matter how fashionable they dress, are still old-fashioned and ignorant at heart. Otherwise, they wouldn't shamelessly occupy the position of the second young master's wife and prevent two people who truly love each other from being together."
"Yeah, do you think that changing into more fashionable clothes can change your inherent humility and cowardice? Do you think you can be worthy of Zhang Ershao? Stop dreaming!"
When Su Qiao saw them like this, he knew that they usually hung out with Lin Qiuci.
His cold eyes swept over the few people calmly, and he said with a look of danger without anger: "It seems that your teachers in school did not teach you how to be human beings well."
"If you have time, read more books on how to be a good person and increase your knowledge. Being so superficial and having such upbringing and quality will only bring shame to your school and your teachers."
"you… ?"
Several students were so angry at Su Qiao that their faces turned red.
Su Qiao did not give them a chance to speak, and continued, "Others are arrogant because of their talent, but you don't even have talent, and you have the nerve to show off here."
As she spoke, she looked at the stunned Su Ying:
"And you, if you keep company with the good, you will be known; if you keep company with the bad, you will be known. If you want to make friends, you should make friends with truly talented, upright, and ambitious people. Don't make friends with just anyone. This will lower your status, limit your horizons, and restrict your future development."
After scolding everyone in one breath, Su Qiao didn't bother to pay attention to them and went straight to the newspaper office.
Without even glancing at Lin Qiuci, she looked directly and politely at the tall German man.
In fluent German, he asked: "Hello, can I help you?"
Before the German man could reply, the young man who was talking to Lin Qiuci nearby suddenly brightened up and asked, "You know German?"
Su Qiao smiled modestly and said, "I am not very talented. I just happened to meet a German gentleman when I was a child and learned some from him."
"Is it you?"
Lin Qiuci didn't realize it was Su Qiao at first. After all, Su Qiao never wore Western clothes and usually wore old-fashioned cheongsams.
And that woman who had never even been to school definitely didn't know any German.
But looking at the thin veil on her face, and the pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if mocking her, she looked like Su Qiao no matter how I looked at her.
Su Qiao glanced at her and ignored her.
Lin Qiuci had never been looked down upon like this before, and she was immediately furious. She usually spoke gently, but now she sneered with a stern face:
"Humph, this is the operating manual of a new type of textile machinery. It's full of very profound professional terms.
Even professional translators can’t explain it clearly, do you think you can translate it just by knowing a few words of German?”