On the first day of school, Qin Mo became famous and became a hot topic on the B University forum. He ranked first in the Finance Department, with the highest score in history and full marks.

Among the students who failed most of their courses in the Finance Department, he is considered quite abnormal.

Especially for those students who failed with a score below 60, it was a huge blow.

The IQ was crushed.

Wen Xia’s grades were also good, ranking seventh in the Department of Mathematics and being the only girl to be in the top ten at the college level.

The two became a true academic couple.

It is not uncommon to be a top student in high school. Those who can go to B University are basically top students in high school.

If you are a top student in college, then you are a real top student. Being able to stand out from a group of elite students who have emerged through the college entrance examination is definitely a sign of strength.

Those who were ready to see them slap their faces were now convinced.

I can't catch up with their results.

Pan Sen brought home-made pickles to Qin Mo and went to their dormitory when he had no classes. "My grandma made these pickles. Didn't my sister-in-law say she liked them last time? So I brought some extra..."

He suddenly saw the ring on Qin Mo's middle finger, "Fuck, is that a ring on your hand?"

Qin Mo looked at him as if he was a fool and said calmly, "What else?"

Pansen: “…”

He received a critical hit of 100,000 and said after a dozen seconds: "You actually secretly decided to spend your lives together."

Qin Mo looked him straight in the face and raised the hand with the ring on it. "Excuse me, we are engaged openly."

Especially emphasize the aboveboard.

Pansen: “…”

He couldn't say anything other than "Fuck".

He began to question, how many years younger is he than Qin Mo? Yes, that's right.

Otherwise why doesn't he have a girlfriend yet.

Qin Mo was very satisfied with his reaction. He raised his eyebrows and then took out some beef jerky specialties from other places from the cabinet and gave them to him. "You can share it with Zhao Zichuan."

"You can go now. I have to go to class with my girlfriend."

Pansen: “…”

He pinched his philtrum in a pretentious manner and kicked his legs, "If I die, you will be responsible."

Qin Mo glanced at him, picked up his pen and book and left.

Pan Sen behind him let out an “Ah” and roared, “Oh my God, is this a comparison between humans? It’s obviously a comparison between humans and dogs.”

The other people in the dormitory laughed at him. Guo Hao said with a smile: "You are not alone. We are all single dogs."

…

The large classroom, which used to be half empty, was now full. If Xu Jing and the others hadn't saved seats for Wen Xia and the others, they would have to stand during the class.

Wen Xia was still a little confused, and asked Xu Jing in confusion, "Is Professor Li's class so popular?"

In the Department of Mathematics, the classes in Classroom Li are the most rigid. Well, during the hottest one or two months after school started, Wen Xia almost fell asleep during the classes.

Xu Jing glanced at the boy next to her and said, "It's not Professor Li who is popular, it's your boyfriend who is popular. Didn't you notice that most of the extra people are girls?"

"I'm here to poach your people."

Wen Xia: “…”

She looked at the "Butterfly" next to her, with a high nose bridge, long eyelashes, and narrow and deep eyes.

Seeing her come closer and sniff a few times, Qin Mo thought it was the smell of clothes. Just as he was about to ask, he heard his wife say, "Butterfly, you smell a bit good."

A very popular commodity.

Qin Mo: “…”

Damn, I was so angry that I laughed.

Professor Li was stunned for a moment when he entered the classroom, probably because he was "scared" by so many people.

He went up to the podium and jokingly said, "Did I go to the wrong classroom, or did you go to the wrong classroom?"

They all laughed immediately.

Wen Xia tilted her head and said, "Qin Gougou, you went to the wrong classroom."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, "I am Wen Xia's family member."

Xu Jing and the others made two "tsk tsk" sounds, it was so sweet that it hurt their teeth.

Professor Li's class was the one Wen Xia scored the worst in, with a score of only 86. If the professor hadn't given her high marks normally, she probably wouldn't have scored more than 80.

Except for her, Xu Jing and other roommates all failed the exam.

The mathematics department is even worse than the finance department. The number of students who have passed all the subjects can be counted on one’s fingers.

So Xu Jing and her classmates never dared to skip Professor Li's class again.

Just temporarily.

It may not be the case until you pass the make-up exam.

Wen Xia deeply experienced the joy of being a top student, because there were scholarships, and she successfully applied for them with her grades. She received the National Encouragement Scholarship, 3,000 yuan, and the second-class scholarship at the college level, 2,000 yuan, for a total of 5,000 yuan.

This kind of bonus received for good performance gives people a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

She was recognized by the school.

Her scholarship is already quite a lot, but when you look at Qin Mo's bonus, you will find that the gap is really huge.

The national scholarship is 6,000 yuan, the school first-class scholarship is 5,000 yuan, and the college first-class scholarship is 3,000 yuan, totaling 14,000 yuan.

This is just one semester. If Qin Mo can perform steadily for several semesters, in four years, it will be enough to pay the down payment for a house in the county town.

Wen Xia used to think that she was superficial, as she wondered why she thought that people who received scholarships were poor. Now she could understand better.

She is very short-sighted.

At the same time, I also deeply understood one thing: people with good grades are really richer than those with poor grades, at least in school.

Seeing the girl grinning foolishly while holding two bank cards, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents, her expression was exactly the same as his when he handed in his salary every month.

He sighed deliberately, "Oh, how pitiful, having to hand in the "salary" so early."

Wen Xia glanced at him. This guy just loved to act. She didn't ask him to hand it in. It was obviously him who insisted on handing it in every time. If she didn't want it, he would throw a tantrum.

She still remembers the first time this guy insisted on handing over his salary.

She had money and never thought about taking charge of the family's finances.

Moreover, Qin Mo has a lot of social engagements on a daily basis, so his expenses are naturally high. She would occasionally ask him if he was short of money.

This guy always says she is short of people.

One day, Qin Mo attended a high school party. He was probably a little drunk and acted crazy. When he came back, he gave away all the money he had, his bank card, his property certificate, his car keys, and even his coins for the bus.

He gave all his belongings, really everything, as can be seen from the one-dollar coin.

She was completely confused at the time, and for a moment, she thought this guy was going to leave the house and run away with another woman.

It is not an exaggeration to have such an idea. Several couples around her have divorced, and even Liu Anan and Jiang Yan have had several quarrels.

The term "seven-year itch" did not come out of thin air; there must be a reason for its existence.

Just when she was about to ask if he wanted a divorce, Qin Mo suddenly said: Wife, do you not love me anymore? He rushed over to press her, holding her face, and asked her face to face: You never asked me to pay your salary, and now you don’t ask me to buy things, do you not love me anymore? At that time, she reacted and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She said no, but he still didn’t believe it and insisted on stuffing those things into her.

She accepted it with a helpless smile.

The guy suddenly realized that he still had a valuable belt.

That belt is really valuable, more than ten thousand.

He started to unbuckle his belt, and as he did so the style of painting changed.

Later, I heard from Liu Anan that when Zhao Zichuan and his classmates had a reunion, the boys collectively complained about their "bitterness": their families were strict, they didn't get much pocket money, and they would get their private money discovered wherever they hid it.

Wen Xia probably understood Qin Mo's mentality of being "excluded".

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