Of course, for the few top students who can be admitted to the Shendu Institute of Technology, Cheng Nuo was admitted to a university that was not even 985, and in the eyes of his brother, she was illiterate.

Yuan Xu once said proudly: "In my eyes, the difference between studying in college and not studying in college is the difference between being admitted to 985 and not being admitted to 985." ”

For this reason, Cheng Nuo chased him in the room to find a fight, and he refused to give up until he cried and begged for mercy.

In fact, Cheng Nuo had the opportunity to study abroad back then, and with the wealth and status of the Cheng family a few years ago, it could provide her with the opportunity to study in a famous foreign university.

But at that time, Cheng Lao's health had deteriorated, Cheng Nuo did not want to be too far away from home out of filial piety, and she did not want to reappear in her because of the regret that her son wanted to raise but her relatives were not there, so she chose a higher education institution in a neighboring city.

When Cheng Nuo pushed open the door, he could faintly hear the roar of the range hood and the sound of stir-frying from the kitchen. There was also the laughter of the familiar host of a variety show from the TV in the living room.

She changed her slippers at the entrance and shouted into the living room, "Yuan Xu?"

No one responded.

The sliding door of the kitchen slid open, Qiu Ziyi held a spatula and poked her head out: "You're back, why don't you say it in advance?"

"Let me know in advance, then what other surprises are there. Cheng Nuo stepped forward and gave Qiu Ziyi a big hug: "Mother, my son has been thinking about you for a long time, so I came to ask for peace." ”

"Go, go, this smoke-covered thing, stay away from me. Qiu Ziyi pushed her: "I still have two dishes, it'll be fine soon, you go play by yourself, don't get in the way here." ”

Cheng Nuo pursed his lips, looking disgusted and aggrieved.

Qiu Ziyi didn't look at her, knowing that her daughter was a drama spirit. When she was a child, she knew that it didn't rain when she was dry, thunder, and won sympathy with a weak attitude, and she was already immune.

Cheng Nuo felt very bored, so he went to the living room, took an apple from the fruit bowl, and took a bite. The beads of his eyes swirled restlessly in his sockets: It's strange, what about Yuan Xuren?

She quietly paced to the door of Yuan Xu's room again, and found that the door was closed, she twisted the doorknob, and the door was locked from the inside. She unceremoniously flexed her fingers and knocked on the door hard: "Rabbit cub, open the door for my sister." ”

It took nearly a minute or so for the door to open from the inside, and a slightly heroic but pretended old face appeared in front of me. The boy has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome facial features, and clean skin. There is a scholarly temperament on his body, which is derived from the influence of the scholarly family.

Yuan Xu pressed his index finger against the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said seriously: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Nuo looked at him from head to toe, looking at the appearance of the person he hadn't seen for nearly half a year, like a jade, and he was a little strange. Sure enough, I was immersed in that century-old school for half a year, and even spoke with a superior energy.

Cheng Nuo should not, frowning with his arms crossed, staring at him sharply.

Yuan Xu was defeated in her eyes, Gao Leng lasted less than two seconds, and immediately wilted, and said in a low voice: "Sister, what do you command?"

Cheng Nuo was satisfied, walked into his room gracefully, sat on the desk and chair, turned to look at him, and asked puzzledly: "What are you busy with?"

Yuan Xu immediately followed, put away the textbooks spread out on the desk immediately, and was about to stuff them into his schoolbag.

"Hey, wait a minute. ”

Cheng Nuo's sharp eyes found that he was holding a collection of high school math study questions, and he was even more puzzled: "Didn't your mother give away all your high school materials?

Cheng Nuo quickly pulled the book from his hand and flipped a few pages casually, and immediately noticed that something was wrong, the beautiful handwriting on this textbook was obviously not from Yuan Xu's hand, Yuan Xu's handwriting was hard and strong, she recognized it even if it turned into ashes.

She continued to flip through a few more pages, and the solution to the problem was a mess, and eight out of ten were wrong.

"This is done by scumbags. Cheng Nuo couldn't help but sigh.