“I knew your little thoughts were too easy to guess.”
“Brother, I can’t lie to you anything…”
After a while, the hot meal was ready, and the family of four gathered around the dining table to start eating. Yuan Youqin even ordered a bowl of noodles for them to catch the wind.
Jiang Zhenghong picked up a head of garlic and after peeling it, handed a clove to Jiang Qin: “Here you go.”
“Dad, you can eat it, I won’t eat it.”
“Didn’t you complain before that eating noodles without garlic would reduce the flavor by half?”
Jiang Qin took a few mouthfuls of noodles and said, “That was before, but I don’t eat anymore now.”
Jiang Zhenghong felt that his son was a little strange, so he turned to look at Feng Nanshu: “Nanshu, do you want to eat?”
Feng Nanshu is a snack foodie and can even eat two bites of chili pepper, so she nodded and went to get it, but Jiang Qin stopped her: “She doesn’t eat it either, Dad, you can eat it yourself.”
“?”
The little rich woman was used to listening to Jiang Qin and would eat if Jiang Qin refused to let her eat. But she didn’t know that her good friend was full of moral articles and actually wanted to find an excuse to kiss after eating.
Under the orange light, the reunion dinner was always extraordinarily warm. However, because it was a traveler who had just returned home, Yuan Youqin also had a lot of questions in his stomach, which kept him going throughout the dinner period.
She often calls Feng Nanshu, sometimes once a day, sometimes once every two days, and she knows her life well.
But for Jiang Qin, this son of a bitch, she really didn’t know what he was doing in school.
In Yuan Youqin’s impression, Jiang Qin almost gave up as soon as school started.
She only knows about her son’s college life except asking her daughter-in-law on the phone during holidays.
“Jiang Qin, you have been in college for three years. How is your academic performance now?”
“Mom, I won’t lie to you. It’s just a passing level. But college is different from high school. It’s very difficult to maintain a passing grade from freshman to junior year. Let’s just say that in our dormitory, it’s only 5%. Ten people can do it.”
In fact, there were only four people in Jiang Qin’s dormitory. Apart from him and Zhou Chao, only Cao Guangyu and Ren Ziqiang had passed the exam.
But if you replace two people with fifty percent, it will appear that there are many people who fail the exam. This is called the art of speaking.
Yuan Youqin couldn’t help but think about Jiang Qin’s previous report cards.
Good guy, he really scored 60 points in every test, not even a single extra point, and it was like this every semester. If it weren’t for the school’s official website where she could check her scores, she would have thought it was a fake.
Who is a good person who can control every door so accurately?
In fact, the substitute teachers of each course were awarded even 60 points with licking their lips. Giving one more point would feel like it was against the dignity of teachers.