Chapter 51: What to do if someone is kidnapped?
When Zhou Yanzhe reached the main gate.
The group of people who were talking just brushed past him.
Zhou Yanzhe turned around subconsciously, but could only see their backs.
The group was dressed in black suits, in a very business style. A girl in a white shirt stood to one side, and from her back view, she was clearly the youngest one in the group.
This must be the person that guy was talking about who got into Peking University through a special admission program...
The Department of Foreign Languages at Kyoto University is the university's flagship program, with top-ranking admission scores.
This person actually managed to get a guaranteed admission spot.
Zhou Yanzhe lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the envy in them.
Zhou Yanzhe was a little curious. Could this person be someone from Yunnan University Affiliated High School who was able to get into university through a special admission program?
After all, he had never heard of anyone from Yuncheng No. 1 High School being admitted to the foreign language department through a special admission program. Even their class monitor was admitted to the mathematics department through a special admission program.
Zhou Yanzhe felt a strange desire to get to know this person.
But looking at the backs of those people, he hesitated and dared not go forward.
Only after the figures of the group disappeared from Zhou Yanzhe's sight did he turn around and leave, returning to his private room.
Inside the private room, the lively atmosphere reached its peak.
Emotions suppressed for eighteen years were released.
Cases of beer were laid out on the table.
"The results just came out today, have you guys estimated your scores yet?" Chen Zhiyuan was already quite drunk, his face flushed.
But he still stood up with his wine glass and asked.
"Of course, I've calculated it. If nothing unexpected happens, I can get at least 500 points!" a half-drunk student replied.
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiyuan squinted and turned to look at the person who had spoken.
He's a bunch of useless guys who got in by bribing their way in.
Chen Zhiyuan burst out laughing.
He mocked her without any politeness, "You? 500? I bet you're dreaming of getting 500."
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.
"Exactly! If you can get 500 points, wouldn't I be able to get into Peking University?"
"Believe he can get 500 points or believe I am the emperor."
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
Everyone burst into laughter and made a ruckus.
The classmate who had just said he got 500 points was still drunk and scratching his head in frustration.
He muttered to himself, "I wasn't wrong, the estimate was 500 points."
No one paid any attention to him anymore.
Chen Zhiyuan turned to Zhou Yanzhe and asked, "Brother Zhou, what score did you estimate?"
At today's gathering, only Zhou Yanzhe and Tan Zhixu from the class that usually ranks among the top students showed up.
Everyone was curious about their scores.
Hearing Chen Zhiyuan ask this question, they all looked over in that direction.
Zhou Yanzhe felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by everyone while wearing this strange couple's outfit.
After waiting for a long time without seeing Xu Yihuan, Zhou Yanzhe wasn't very eager to speak.
"Around 670, which isn't very high."
Zhou Yanzhe picked up the wine glass on the table, took a small sip, and said in a seemingly nonchalant manner.
Chen Zhiyuan immediately responded.
"No way, Aze, 670? That score is enough to get into Peking University. It's not even that high. That's too modest."
"Exactly! This year's exam was so difficult. With this score, I think your ranking will definitely be higher than last year. You should just aim for Peking University!"
"Haha, did nobody think of Tsinghua University? What if two schools come to poach our students?"
...
Amidst the cheers and jeers of the crowd, Zhou Yanzhe gradually lost himself.
The corners of her lips curved almost imperceptibly.
"Actually, my grades are not as good as Qingqing's. I estimated that she should get at least 680 points."
In other words, Wu Qingqing's score is very likely to be 680 or higher!
The crowd erupted in uproar!
Upon hearing this, everyone looked over in shock.
A minimum score of 680? That's enough to compete for the top score in the college entrance exam!
How could Wu Qingqing, with such excellent grades, have ended up in Class 2?!
But this isn't that important right now; what if they were just hiding their true abilities?
Just as they had complimented Zhou Yanzhe earlier, some people immediately began to compliment Wu Qingqing.
Wu Qingqing blushed and glanced at Zhou Yanzhe.
I didn't expect him to bring me up in front of so many people. Isn't he afraid that I'll steal his thunder?
Zhou Yanzhe clearly hadn't thought that far ahead.
He was just thinking of what Shen Yanxin had said, that the media would be invited later.
What if everyone sees that Wu Qingqing's grades are better than his? Wouldn't he be embarrassed?
It would be better if they gave us a heads-up first.
That way, it will be easier to explain when the results come out later.
Students at this age care about their image. If they have a classmate from Tsinghua or Peking University in their contact list, they can brag about it when they get to college.
Suddenly, people, both acquaintances and strangers, all came to Wu Qingqing and added her on WeChat.
Wu Qingqing blushed and showed the QR code.
Seeing this scene, Qiu Tianyi suddenly felt like vomiting and turned to complain to Tan Zhixu.
But then he saw Tan Zhixu stand up straight.
Where are you going?
Qiu Tianyi asked instinctively.
"restroom."
Meanwhile, inside VIP box number 666 at the Champs-Élysées Hotel.
Xu Yihuan sat next to her father, listening attentively to their conversation.
Eric, a white man from Europe, is the business director of the European company.
This time, it was also in order to expand into the Chinese market that we carefully selected and chose to cooperate with the Xu family.
Xu Yihuan did a lot of preparation work for this translation.
Therefore, some of the business terms were translated very smoothly.
Eric looked at Xu Yihuan, his light blue eyes filled with admiration.
He raised his glass, wanting to drink with Xu Yihuan.
Xu Rongyu subconsciously wanted to help her daughter avoid drinking alcohol.
But Xu Yihuan held down Xu Rongyu's hand from below.
Her role was not only that of a translator, but also that of a representative of the Xu family.
Putting aside how important Eric's impression of them was.
That bottle on the table is Romanée-Conti, which she's been craving for a long time, but hasn't had the chance to drink.
Xu Yihuan poured the wine into the glass, straightened her clothes, stood up, lowered the glass, and toasted Eric.
Thank you
Xu Rongyu looked at her daughter and felt a little impressed, seeing that she was not nervous at all and even seemed quite at ease.
My daughter has finally grown up.
But no matter how much she grows up, she will always be my daughter!
Xu Rongyu served Xu Yihuan a bowl of shark fin soup.
He placed it on the table, indicating that she should have some.
Xu Yihuan didn't see her father's movements clearly.
As she put the cup down, she turned her head, wanting to ask her father what he had just said.
I hadn't even had a chance to ask.
The sound of glass and porcelain clattering on the table rang out, and then Xu Yihuan felt a heat rising from her body.
Looking down, he saw that the shark fin soup had been completely spilled on him.
Fortunately, the soup wasn't too hot anymore, so when it was poured on my legs, it just felt sticky and wet.
Xu Yihuan pursed her lips and took out a tissue to wipe the liquid off her legs.
Then he stood up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I might need to take care of something."
Eric is very understanding.
"Of course, no problem."
Xu Yihuan went out to the restroom.
The shark fin soup was delicious and not greasy, but when the soup spilled on your clothes, it looked particularly messy.
The white shirt was stained with a faint stain.
Xu Yihuan rinsed herself briefly with water and hand sanitizer in the bathroom.
After wringing out the hem of the shirt, I intended to dry it with a hand dryer, but the hand dryer in the bathroom was broken.
Xu Yihuan sighed.
Oh well, I'll just wear it for a little while longer.
Fortunately, the spill was on the bottom of the shirt.
Xu Yihuan unbuttoned two buttons from below.
He tied his clothes in a knot, tidied his hair in front of the mirror, glanced at the time, and quickly turned and left.
As Xu Yihuan walked to the door, a familiar figure came into view.
Tan Zhixu had a lit cigarette between his fingers.
His gaze was unsure where to land.
It seemed that they had heard Xu Yihuan's movements.
He looked up and glanced over.
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