Sun Xiaoming is shy and silent, or let him talk to others, he prefers to immerse himself in his own world, the kind of existence that is ignored in the group, even if his grades are in the top ten of the year.

If it weren't for the several intersections with Sun Xiaoming, Ling Qi wouldn't have noticed his existence at all, and there would be no hot pot today.

"What major are you going to take in Jingying?" Ling Qi picked up a piece of fat cow and soaked the meat in the boiling spicy pot, and asked Sun Xiaoming.

Sun Xiaoming, who was concentrating on nibbling on a small section of corn, heard Ling Qi's question, immediately put down his chopsticks, looked at Ling Qi and said seriously: "I plan to take the director's exam, Ling Qi, what about you?" ”

"I'm also a director."

Ling Qi replied by stuffing the fragrant meat into her mouth and chewing it, thinking that the meat of the 38 yuan hot pot was not a little worse than the meat of Ghost Thirteen, although she was a picky eater who came out of prison, but at this moment she disliked it in her heart, so she turned her chopsticks, gave up the meat, and went to grab a piece of frozen tofu.

"Really? Maybe we can continue to be classmates. After Sun Xiaoming said this, his eyes dimmed, and he said in a mosquito voice: "Maybe I can't pass the test!" ”

"If you can't pass the test, then do you think I can get in?"

"Yes!"

Sun Xiaoming answered without the slightest hesitation, so that the frozen tofu that Ling Qi brought to his mouth froze in mid-air and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because you're Ling Qi!"

Sun Xiaoming grinned when he said this, and that posture was as if Ling Qi was omnipotent in his eyes.

Ling Qi dared to say that if she abducted Sun Xiaoming, he would help her count the money!

Sun Xiaoming's cultural class Ling Qi is not worried at all, what he is worried about is the interview, Sun Xiaoming is introverted, shy and not good at words, I am afraid that even if the first round of Wen Chang passes, the second round of interviews will be brushed down, thinking of what Ling Qi wants to say here, but the words are swallowed back by him when they come to his mouth, let it be!

Ling Qi finished the dinner with Sun Xiaoming and went to the dance studio to take lessons, because during this time they were engaged in music appreciation, so there was an extra piano in the dance studio.

When Ling Qi arrived with two cups of luckin, Qin Lou had already arrived.

He sat on the sofa with his legs folded, holding a book in both hands, and his whole person exuded the temperament of a noble prince in his bones, and only then did he raise his head when he heard the sound of pushing the door.

Ling Qi said, "Teacher Qin, you're early today. ”

"It's fine!"

Qin Lou closed the book as he spoke and put it on the tea table.

Ling Qi stepped forward and glanced at the book he had placed on the table, the title of which was in English.

“THE GODS THEMSELVES。” After Ling Qi read out the title of the book, he looked at Qin Lou with puzzled eyes and said, "The gods themselves? What do you mean? What is written? ”

Ling Qi opened the book and found that it was all in English.

She has good English and has no major problems reading books.

And just as Ling Qi looked towards the first short section, Qin Lou said, "Parallel world! ”

Qin Lou's question made Ling Qi's hand holding the book stiffen, and the probability of looking at the short English paragraph flashed unnaturally, but when she looked up at Qin Lou, she suppressed these unnatural wisps and said, "Teacher Qin plans to go science fiction in the next work?" ”

"That's the plan." Qin Lou said.

"Then I'm looking forward to it.".

Ling Qi put down the book, then took out the coffee from the paper bag and put it in front of Qin Lou, and then took out the homework assigned by Qin Lou yesterday from the schoolbag and handed it to Qin Lou and said, "Yesterday's homework." ”