Chapter 8

Because of the trend of gossip becoming more and more fierce, Su Qianmian was pushed to the top of the storm. There will always be people looking for her, threatening, persusuasive, provocative, and can't escape a central idea: you don't deserve Xun Hua. Get out of here quickly, so that she can't prepare for the exam at all, let alone a scholarship. Su Qianmian couldn't stand it anymore and decided to solve the problem from the root.

When Su Qianmian found Xun Hua, Xun Hua was playing billiards. The riveted small suit, slightly disheveled hair, thin straight pencil trousers, shiny leather shoes, are simply a Korean version of a beautiful teenager. With a pole down, not a single ball was scored, but several girls next to him gasped: so handsome!

Xun Hua leaned lazily on the billiard table and asked, "Oh? Isn't this my rumored dream lover? What's the matter?"

Su Qianmian said, "I won't talk nonsense with you. What do you want? Just say it directly."

"Do you think I made the rumors?" Xun Hua sneered disdainfully.

"No, I want you to say that you hate me, and then I can be reborn."

Su Qianmian remembered the flying insect fighting the fire last time, thought about it, and explained, "Nirvana is death, rebirth is life, and Nirvana rebirth means death and rebirth."

Xun Huate looked at Su Qianmian with contempt. Of course, he won't admit that he really doesn't know what Nirvana means, but for the sake of face, he pretends to be philosophical and said, "What's so hard to die and live?"

Su Qianmian suddenly felt a stomachache.

"Do you agree? Make it clear among your classmates that you hate me very much.

"Well, let me think about it." After saying that, Xun Hua stretched out his slender arm and began to play billiards. He maintained this movement for a while. It seemed that he suddenly thought of something. He turned around with a red face and suddenly shouted at Su Qianmian, "I've always hated you!"

When Su Qianmian was about to be impatient, Xun Hua finally made up his mind: "I'll have a party on Saturday night. You can bring me tea and water and be a maid."

Originally, I thought that Xun Hua would do something strange to let himself do, but the result was unexpectedly normal. Su Qianmian suddenly felt that life was beautiful and bought two hamburgers and hummed a small song to class.

The first two sessions in the morning are the principle of residential design. The small-eyed teacher always gives people a feeling that he can't open his eyes when he is drunk, but he speaks very sharply. For example, he is now admonishing students who go underground: "This lesson is very important. Don't ignore it. Whether you are engaged in construction or planning in the future, it is for you. It's very necessary. It's not like politics, Marx or something. What is politics? Today is right, tomorrow is wrong, or today is wrong and tomorrow is right. Ours is different from those.

Everyone laughed, and the teacher continued to teach: "Today, some students don't even have textbooks, and some students come to sleep or play with their mobile phones. The only thing you don't want to come here is to look forward to the roll call..." Another burst of laughter. The teacher was interrupted and then said, "Since you are here, listen to the class well."

Finally, I started talking again.

Su Qianmian likes this teacher very much, and also likes his class very much, covering a wide range. Her grades are always the best. Of course, it's not how smart she is, but inseparable from hard work.

For example, if the monitor hadn't found her, she would have gone to the library.

"Brother Qian." The monitor seems to have something to say.

They have a professional atmosphere. When they see girls calling me brother and boys calling me sister, sometimes some people call me brother and sister. It's really chaotic.

The monitor pulled Su Qianmian to a quiet place and said mysteriously:

"I have good news and bad news. Do you want to hear that first?"

"Okay." There have been too many bad things recently.

"You are shortlisted in the Lincheng Selection Competition of the National College Student Novel Competition. There are only two people in our school, you and Wang Lu. Wang Lu is from the College of Arts, so I won't say much. You have won glory for our School of Architecture and the spirit of our city regulations. The newspapers and journals of the College have reported on this matter, and your photos have also been posted on the propaganda board of the museum. Brother Qian, congratulations first."

Su Qianmian raised his eyebrows and smiled: I knew it!

"What about the bad news?"

The monitor grabbed his scalded hair and said, "Do you know that our school is going to expand the library and build the South Gate?"

"I know, the biggest ground for the establishment of the school in so many years has been reported by the central government. How can I not know?" Su Qianmian nodded. What does this have to do with himself?

"The sponsor this time is Kyushu Group. Do you know, a world-renowned brand, the leader of China's real estate, and more than a billion projects are exclusively sponsored and contracted by them. The boss of Kyushu Group came to our school yesterday and visited the building of the museum accompanied by the principal and senior management of the secretary. This was nothing, but the key was on the propaganda board. The boss stopped in front of the billboard and said a word to your photo. He said that the little girl used to go to school here. The headmaster asked him if he knew the little girl. The boss said no, but the little girl was doing housekeeper in his house. After saying that, he frowned.

"You must have recognized the wrong person. I only work as a tutor and not a housekeeper." Su Qianmian frowned.

The monitor took a look at Su Qianmian and explained, "Oh? Really? Later, I also went to the publicity board to see it. There are not many people in the photos. I count the people on the whole publicity board, and you are the most likely.

"But I really don't do housekeeping. Besides, you know, people who stand at the highest peak are also very demanding on housekeeping. How can I be competent?" Su Qianmian was very indifferent, because she really didn't do it. There should be some misunderstanding in it.

The monitor clasped his left hand and hammered it to the palm of his right hand: "So it really can't be you."

Su Qianmian hurriedly answered, "It's not completely impossible to work hard."

The monitor looked at Su Qianmian with slanted eyes and looked at Su Qianmian in surprise. After a long time, he paused and said, "Yes, you should think about it carefully. Have you have done it before? Or do you think it's just an ordinary rich man? My partner said that everything was agreed at that time, but it always seemed to be a little worse. The headmaster said that no matter what, no matter what, no matter what, you can do it, because at that time, everyone thought it was you, and it seemed that he said that you don't want to participate in the competition or something if you don't do it well. Take it easy."

The monitor turned around and wanted to leave. Su Qianmian stopped: "Brother Yang, what's the name of that boss?"

The monitor grabbed his messy head and thought, "It's called Xun Mochen. It seems to be this. My partner asked me to go to dinner. I won't talk to you anymore.

The monitor said that the boss, the first impression in her mind is a 50-year-old man with thin hair with a beer belly. However, there is another word called young talent, and there is also an impression that can be called amazing beauty, or, amazing...

Su Qianmian couldn't help but think of the palm, the temperature of the palm, the tall and thin figure, casually looking at the newspaper, and the deep and unfathomable eyes...