Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 237 First Prize, I booked

Fu Nanli squeezed her face: "You are an ordinary passenger, so I won't invite any criticism."

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

"obedient."

Wen Qiao thought carefully: "Well, that's okay."

When Fu Nanli Fei was dealing with the mini-bond and subprime mortgage crisis, Wen Qiao was taking the final exam.

Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao, two people who are usually addicted to CP, panicked when they arrived at the final exam and began to embrace Buddha's feet, reading books day and night.

The final exam is divided into cultural and professional courses.

The examinations for professional courses are taken individually. The invigilators are two deans, one is the conductor Dean Qin Feng, and the other is the composer Yu Sen.

Wen Qiao and Lin Xiang were calm and relaxed, whether it was a cultural class or a professional class, they were all methodical.

The two-and-a-half days of final exams finally passed, Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao came out with a sigh of relief.

Wen Qiao rubbed Lu Youyou's head: "How was your test?"

Lu Youyou hung on Wen Qiao: "I think there should be no need to make up the exam."

"Have you just pursued it like this?"

"Just pursue it."

They can do professional courses, but for cultural courses, Lu Youyou feels a little suspended.

But fortunately, the final exam was over, and she was finally able to get up and put her arms around Wen Qiao's neck: "My idol concert, the sixteenth lunar month, you must go to see it with me."

Wen Qiao made an ok gesture.

Lu Youyou tried to kiss her, and was pushed away by Wen Qiao. Lu Youyou played with a master: "I can't even kiss, can I? It's someone's exclusive right?"

Wen Qiao rubbed her head: "You don't dare to kiss you."

Lu Youyou shrank her neck. She didn't dare to **** someone from Master Fu. Forget it, she wouldn't be ashamed to lose to Master Fu.

When we met on a narrow road, we ran into the noble sisters, Zhao Tong, Xu Lu, Jin Xuan, and Wen Qiao who could not be named.

Xu Lu's nose was healed, and the plaster was removed. It seemed that it was raised a little bit, but it gave her a chance to take the whole face by the way.

And Zhao Tong was still wearing a plaster and wearing a mask, and seeing the culprit Wen Qiao inevitably became angry.

"Win Joe."

Wen Qiao raised his hand, and Zhao Tong immediately hid behind Xu Lu in fright: "I have nothing to say now. If you dare to hit me, I will dare to sue you."

Wen Qiao stroked his hair: "I just stroked my hair, what is your guilty conscience?"

People passing by let out a merciless sneer.

Zhao Tong pointed at her angrily: "Wen Qiao, what are you proud of? The scholarship does not belong to you anyway. I have calculated it. The first-class scholarship belongs to Zhuang Yan, the second-class scholarship belongs to Xu Lu, and the third-class scholarship belongs to me."

Lu Youyou couldn't help laughing: "Which god-wife helped you do the calculation, or did your cousin open the back door for you? Why are you so sure? You walked so openly through the back door, you are the first in history. people."

"Lu Youyou, you are bloody, we all rely on strength, and strength."

Wen Qiao pressed her shoulders: "I also rely on my strength. I book the first-class scholarship first."

Zhao Tong sneered: "You are dreaming."

Wen Qiao's scores in cultural subjects for the college entrance examination are very average.

At that time, she hadn't been born again, and Xu Lu was brainwashed by Xu Lu thinking about going to the bar to sing, and she didn't have the mind to focus on her homework. Even so, she was successfully admitted to Central Music.

Now, she has no distractions, and naturally she is making rapid progress in her homework.

It's just that Zhao Tong doesn't know.

"Then, wait and see."

Zhao Tong looked at Wen Qiao's back and yelled unconvincedly: "As long as you eat peanuts, you won't be so drunk and talk such big talk."

(End of this chapter)