Chapter 53 Xu Jiqing, Class 4, Grade 2

If you transfer a large amount by credit card, Su Xiaojuan will receive the information, so cash is more flexible.

Su Xia took out the RMB and change from her side pocket and small bag, counted them quickly, opened the calculator and pressed the numbers one by one.

She had no idea about money, but she subconsciously felt that the "lack of money" that could force Xu Jiqing to this extent must be due to an extremely urgent matter.

She typed in a number, […Is one hundred thousand enough?]

【If it’s not enough, I’ll think of another way. 】

Su Xiaojuan's way of expressing love is to explode gold coins.

Su Xia used to spend money lavishly, but she didn't spend much of the red envelopes she received recently, so she can barely be considered a wealthy woman.

She hasn't saved her New Year's money for several years, and there's probably a lot of cash in the bag in the glass cabinet. If you search through it all, there will be quite a lot.

She turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed, put on her slippers, grabbed the door handle and prepared to go to the cloakroom, but another string of words popped up from the other side:

【No need, no shortage.】

【There's something else.】

【I just lied to you.】

...Huh?

Isn't it missing again?

If anyone else had played tricks on her like this, she would have been angry a long time ago.

But when Xu Jiqing said this, her intuition told her that this matter was not that simple at all.

Su Xia leaned against the door, biting her lip as she typed quickly, "Don't feel embarrassed. We're good friends, aren't we? I still have some money. You can use it first. When you earn enough, return it to me. This amount isn't much for me."

The other party's response slowed down.

Su Xia looked up and felt that her words "not much" were too condescending, so she quickly clicked withdraw.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Xu Jiqing replied, "I know."

[There are a lot of bad people out there, so don't borrow money from them casually in the future.]

Su Xia didn't even think about it, "You're not a bad person."

She has a kind of innocence that comes from being spoiled by real money.

I’m seventeen years old, but sometimes I still speak like Xu Jiaojiao.

Xu Jiqing lay on the narrow wire bed, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

He thought that if Xu Jiaojiao still said such things to others in two years, he would scold her until she cried.

But what if he is Su Xia's brother...

Can he bear with it?

He would probably protect her forever like he did this time, letting her know nothing about the hardships of the world and happily be his daughter.

After seeing Su Xia cry for him, something changed in Xu Jiqing's heart. It sprouted like a weed. She talked to him, smiled with her head tilted, and held his hand. The new branches and leaves grew wildly, almost breaking his pretended indifference.

Text messages are great.

If Su Xia was in front of him right now, with her dimples shaking and her face tilted up as she said, "You're not a bad person," Xu Jiqing didn't know if he could still control his expression.

How could he disguise himself so as not to look like a starving wolfhound?

I'm not a good person either.

The "typing" icon on the chat interface flashes.

He felt a little anxious and gently pushed back the other person's words of defense, "It's late, go to bed."

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News on campus always changes very quickly.

In her previous life, Su Xia only had eyes for Zhou Zhiyan. Her attention was completely occupied by the trivial matters of the other party, just like chasing a star. She even recorded in her diary which day of the week the other party practiced piano, which day of the week he played basketball, and whether he had his hair slicked back or his bangs combed to the left today.

This time she was much more objective and realized that Xu Jiqing, who had been unknown in her eyes for two years, was actually the one who was more talked about.

Their school calendar is like a chronology of major events in the big brother’s youth.

After the beginning of autumn, Xu Jiqing became famous twice in school:

Once, while studying, he was almost killed by the son of the school director in the middle of the night.

One was the midterm exam in early November. This math genius who had ranked 26th in the last monthly exam finished writing both the English and Chinese essays this time, and with amazing full marks in science subjects, he jumped to the top of the grade rankings.

The honor roll is right in front of the teaching building, with the total score on the left and the individual subjects on the right.

There is a whole row of "Xu Jiqing from Class 4, Grade 2", and the young men's photos with clear light and shadow are as if copied and pasted, with a majestic aura.

On the day the exhibition was updated, every student in the building who had secretly brought in a cell phone couldn't help but take pictures.

How can the math competition students in Class S who are far away be as friendly as the first place student who is taking the same test paper as them?

What's more, it knocked out the front teeth of the second generation of power and crushed the light of the parallel class that was the elite of the experimental class.

The name of Xu Shen began to spread among the boys, and the honor roll almost became a branch temple of Wenmiao No. 1 Middle School, and people would worship him whenever they passed by.

But there are more girls who come in groups.

All the previous rumors have become annotations to the beauty, strength and tragedy of the United States, and the halo has only increased.

During physical exercise class, I heard the girls from the neighboring class whispering, "This is the first time I've seen our school uniforms look so out of place," and "Others look like they're in prison next to him." Su Xia stood still, and when she turned to the other side, her chin lifted higher and higher, and she smiled secretly with pursed lips.

He Miao is about the same height as her, standing one in front of the other.

Nothing was said in the classroom. After dinner, they moved to the piano room in the Art Building. Su Xia collapsed on the small sofa. He Miao came over and sat down next to her, trying to test her in a roundabout way.

First of all, last week when Li Rui came to class, he was shocked when he saw Xu Jiqing.

A few days ago, he was said to have some mental problems, and his family transferred him to an international school in a nearby city. He even asked a fortune teller to tell his name, and the name was changed to something earth-related, which is specifically designed to overcome water.

It was also mentioned that Xu Jiqing was indeed the only biological son of the mathematics competition group.

As soon as Li Rui left, the school board was replaced, and several assistant coaches were cleared out. There were several people missing from the Class A roster, and it was probably related to this incident. They were probably afraid that Xu Jiqing would do too well in the general department and be urged to become the top student in science, so they would not go back next year to get the award for them.

While saying these words, He Miao was carefully observing Su Xia's expression.

The girl held a cup of milk tea in her hand and slurped up the pearls.

Concentration is concentration, and happiness is happiness.

But it's just... too frank.

She didn't show the slightest shyness of a girl in love, but more like a proud mother whose child fell and got up again, with a gleam of "I knew it" in her eyes.

“…”

Okay.

He Miao's gossip tentacles just stretched out a little, and then retracted.

Every profession has its own expertise. Su Xia didn't know where she heard this information. She held her chin and said, "Teacher Xiao He, continue."

Teacher Xiao He waved his hand dejectedly, "Not a drop left."

Su Xia said "Oh", stood up, opened the music score, stretched his muscles, and adjusted the bow.

After a long while, he glanced at the girl again, "Why do I feel like you have something to ask me?"

"without……"

He Miao sat on the piano bench, feeling that small talk was an insult to this expensive tripod piano. He touched his nose and changed the subject, "I was just about to ask, the orchestra teacher said the provincial orchestra auditions are next weekend, are you ready?"