[Gang] The fog is rising: Where's Koike Jin? Where's Ou Huang? Didn't they say Tong was going to have a relationship with Ou Huang? I'm still waiting to pick up wedding candy.
[Gang] Origin: Today's gang warehouse is unexpectedly half empty, which would normally be filled with lucky guys.
[Gang] A lunatic: I tagged her in the gang group, but she hasn't replied. Where's Tong? Where did Tong go? Isn't she online?
[Gang] Tong: I'm contacting her.
[Gang] Handsome guy dances the cha-cha: So, the European emperor ran away from his marriage? Because he thinks Tong is too old?
[Gang] When will Cheng Qian have a baby: No! My CP can't be fake! I can be fake, but the CP I support can't be!
[Gang] Lemon is not cute: +1 upstairs!
[Gang] Sui Sui Wants to Eat Melons: So handsome guy, how do you know that Master Tong is older?
[Gang] Handsome Guy Dances the Cha Cha: Tong becomes more and more arrogant day by day, and speaks in an old-fashioned manner. He is most likely a thirty-year-old uncle.
[Gang] A madman: If you can't fucking speak, just hold it in.
[Gang] A fool: Let me tell you something in secret, the gang leader is almost 30 years old.
[Gang] Handsome guy dancing the cha-cha: Oh my god, I was wrong. A thirty-year-old man is a flower in his prime, not an uncle!
[Gang] Being petty: Handsome guy is indeed handsome guy.
On Tongxin Island, flowers sway in the wind.
The swordsman, dressed in purple, stood next to the NPC he was dating, watching the couples come to the NPC, register their relationship, and then change into gorgeous red wedding dresses before leaving.
He seemed particularly lonely here alone.
Of course, this does not include those who form teams, drive red cars, and kill couples.
Ji Chengjin sat in front of the computer, tapping his fingers on the desk, while his phone displayed the WeChat chat interface between him and Qu Qianqian.
Tong: Are you busy, kid?
Tong: Kids, class should be over by now, right? Are you still outside?
Tong: Qianqian, contact me when you are free.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, Ji Chengjin couldn't wait any longer, so he took out his cell phone and called Qu Yan.
"Hello? Why are you calling me, Old Ji?" Qu Yan said nonchalantly from the other side.
"Is your little niece busy today?"
"Ah? I don't know. I'm at the company. I'll call her and ask." Qu Yan was also very confused.
After hanging up the phone, Ji Chengjin still couldn't sit still and walked back and forth in the office.
Secretary Li saw Ji Chengjin pacing in the office with a frown and a serious face at the door. For a moment, he was a little afraid to go in. He hesitated at the door for a long time before pushing it open and going in.
"Boss Ji, this is the document we'll be using for today's meeting."
Ji Chengjin rubbed his temples: "Today's meeting will be postponed to tomorrow."
"Ah? Ah...Okay, Mr. Ji." Secretary Li walked out of the office tremblingly.
After a while, Ji Chengjin received a call from Qu Yan.
"how's it going?"
"Oh, it's okay. I just called Qianqian, but she didn't answer. I called her roommate, and she said Qianqian went to the director's office to explain the competition."
Ji Chengjin breathed a sigh of relief, but still a little worriedly asked, "Why are you talking for so long? Is there anything wrong?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I heard it's a national young writers literary competition, a national level one. I guess the director kept me here to give me some more instructions."
"That's fine." Ji Chengjin completely relaxed and hung up the phone without paying any attention to Qu Yan's questions.
Qu Yan: I xx you xx!
And Qu Qianqian was sitting in the director's office at this time.
The director in charge of teaching, the director in charge of administration, and the director in charge of logistics surrounded Qu Qianqian in the middle, and the principal sat aside with a cup of tea and a smile on his face.
"This competition is very important. It's at the national level, and anyone over 18 is required to participate. It's at the end of January next year, and you'll be turning 18 around mid-January. This is a godsend! You're sure to shine in the competition!"
"Go away, what do you mean by shining brightly? This doesn't require a stage performance. You're using the wrong word. It should mean standing out from all the entries in the competition! Qianqian, you can start preparing your work now. Submit it by the end of January. From now on, you still have three months to prepare your work!"
Qu Qianqian listened attentively and nodded obediently. Although she had been listening to these words from noon to four o'clock in the afternoon, the teachers in front of her were all doing this for her own good. She had to listen with an open mind and keep them in mind, as these were the experiences of those who had been through it.
Tang Wen, clutching a flyer about the "National College Mathematics Competition," was at a loss for words. "He's been studying this for hours, but when he tells me, it only takes a few minutes. But when it's Qu's turn, he can talk about it for hours."
"Oh, are you jealous?" the principal teased.
"No, Mr. Qu is young, so it's normal for the teachers to be worried."
"I think you're just jealous."
Tang asked, "I really don't!"
The principal took a sip of tea and smacked his lips. "You could get to know her more. You love math, and her father is a professor of math at G University. He's a very good teacher and has a lot of experience."
"Even better than the professors in our school?"
"Wow, I've been trying to dig him out for years, but I just can't. Seriously, is the food in G University's cafeteria better? Seriously."
Tang Wen finally understood that although the principal was the principal, he was really friendly and liked to joke around, without any airs of a principal at all.
Tang Wen, who was fascinated by mathematics, decided to visit Qu Qianqian when he had time after learning that her father was a mathematics professor.
Over there, the director was still chatting with Qu Qianqian about this and that.
Qu Qianqian listened very seriously with her eyes wide open.
Qu Qianqian was not allowed to leave until the sun was about to set. Qu Qianqian covered her hungry stomach, hurriedly ate some food and returned to the dormitory.
She still remembered that there was something she needed to finish back in the dormitory.
However, after returning to the dormitory, she was stunned for a long time and couldn't remember what she had left unfinished.
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