Fu Nanli pinched her face and said, "You are an ordinary passenger. You won't bring me any criticism."
"Be prepared for the worst."
"obedient."
Wen Qiao thought carefully: "Well, okay."
When Fu Nanli flew to Country M to deal with the mini-bond and subprime mortgage crisis, Wen Qiao was taking his final exams.
Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao, who are usually obsessed with CP, panicked when it came to the final exam. They started cramming and reading day and night.
The final exam is divided into cultural courses and professional courses.
Each student takes the professional course examination individually, and the invigilators are two deans, one is Dean Qin Feng, a conductor, and the other is Vice Dean Yu Sen, a composer.
Wen Qiao and Lin Xiang were calm and composed, and they were well organized in both academic and professional courses.
The two and a half days of final exams were finally over. Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao came out arm in arm, both breathing a sigh of relief.
Wen Qiao rubbed Lu Youyou's head and asked, "How did you do in the exam?"
Lu Youyou hung on Wen Qiao: "I think there should be no need for a make-up exam."
"Is that all you're pursuing?"
"That's all I'm pursuing."
They are all good at professional courses, but Lu Youyou feels a little uncertain about the cultural courses.
Fortunately, the final exams were over, so she could finally have some fun. She threw her arms around Wen Qiao's neck and said, "My idol's concert is on the 16th of the twelfth lunar month. You must go with me."
Wen Qiao made an OK gesture.
Lu Youyou pretended to kiss her, but was pushed away by Wen Qiao. Lu Youyou was possessed by the spirit of drama: "I can't even kiss you, right? I am someone's exclusive property, right?"
Wen Qiao rubbed her head: "You wouldn't even dare to kiss me."
Lu Youyou shrank her neck. She didn’t dare to compete with Young Master Fu for the person. Forget it. It’s not shameful for her to lose to Young Master Fu.
They met each other on a narrow road and bumped into the noble sisters Zhao Tong, Xu Lu, Jin Xuan and Wen Qiao whose names they couldn't remember.
Xu Lu's nose was healed, the plaster was removed, and it seemed to have been raised a little bit, which gave her the opportunity to have a plastic surgery as well.
Zhao Tong was still wearing a plaster cast and a mask, and she couldn't help but get furious when she saw the culprit Wen Qiao.
"Wen Qiao."
As soon as Wen Qiao raised his hand, Zhao Tong was so scared that she hid behind Xu Lu: "I'm not saying anything now, but if you dare to hit me, I'll sue you."
Wen Qiao stroked his hair: "I was just stroking my hair, why are you feeling guilty?"
People passing by sneered mercilessly.
Zhao Tong pointed at her angrily and said, "Wen Qiao, why are you so proud? You don't get any scholarships anyway. I've calculated that the first-class scholarship goes to Zhuang Yan, the second-class scholarship goes to Xu Lu, and the third-class scholarship goes to me."
Lu Youyou couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Which witch told you this, or did your cousin open a backdoor for you? How can you be so sure? You're the first person in history to use a backdoor so openly."
"Lu Youyou, you are slandering me. We all rely on our strength, our strength."
Wen Qiao held her shoulders and said, "I also have the first-class scholarship based on my own ability. I have already reserved it."
Zhao Tong sneered: "You are dreaming."
Wen Qiao's academic performance in the college entrance examination was very average.
At that time, she had not yet been reborn, and was brainwashed by Xu Lu into singing in a bar. She had no time to focus on her studies. Even so, she was successfully admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music.
Now, she has no distractions and her academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds.
It’s just that Zhao Tong didn’t know.
"Well, let's wait and see."
Zhao Tong looked at Wen Qiao's back and shouted unconvincedly: "If you had eaten a peanut, you wouldn't be so drunk and say such big words."
(End of this chapter)