“No, didn’t I go with you?”
“It’s not yours, why are you so active?”
“You said you were going to take me to the foot-washing city after you sent the notice!”
Jiang Qin couldn’t help but take a sip at his cell phone, thinking to himself, is this what the hell the current generation of college students are capable of? I actually think about washing my feet every day!
He threw down his mobile phone, got up and washed himself, then changed his clothes and went out. When he arrived at the post office, Guo Zihang was already waiting at the door.
“Father, your admission notice is on the fifth shelf on shelf three!”
“How did you know?”
“I’ve already looked for it for you. If the staff hadn’t stopped me, I would have taken it out for you.”
“You really did whatever it took to go to Foot Washing City!”
Jiang Qin was impressed by Guo Zihang. If this guy was so active when he was in school, no, half active, then wouldn’t Tsinghua University and Peking University let him choose?
Guo Zihang laughed naively, without explaining, and followed Jiang Qin into the post office like a bitch.
The admission notice is a very important document. Although there is no hard and fast rule that you must pick it up in person, you must present your ID card to pick it up even if it is signed on behalf of you.
Jiang Qin found his admission notice from the top of shelf No. 3, then rummaged twice more and took another package.
“Brother Jiang, why do you have two admission notices?”
“The other one belongs to Feng Nanshu.”
“No, if it’s not me, you have to have Feng Nanshu’s ID card to take it away.”
Jiang Qin didn’t say anything. He took out two ID cards from his pocket and handed them to the postman. One was his own and the other was Feng Nanshu’s.
Seeing this scene, Guo Zihang’s eyes instantly widened like bells, and he even held the other party’s ID card in his hand. Can this be called just friends?
“Brother Jiang, which university did Goddess Feng apply to?”
“With me, Linchuan.”
“She told you?”
“No, I guessed.”
Guo Zihang wanted to continue asking, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
She was wearing a denim skirt and a neat ponytail. She was none other than Chu Siqi, the class beauty of Class 2, Grade 3.
“Jiang Qin, long time no see.”