Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman

At this moment, the other party suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

Looking at Gu Xiqiao's clear eyes, Fu Xuejun's heart was vomiting to death, but a smile still squeezed out of her face.

The phone in his pocket rang, it was absolutely impossible, Fu Xuejun opened the answering Jian and put it to his ear.

"I'm at the airport in the imperial capital," a low and gentle voice came, like a lover's Wu Nong softly, sultry, "Would you like to come and pick me up?"

Looking at the figure of Gu Xiqiao walking away, Fu Xuejun didn't even notice what he said, "Aren't they all your secretary, don't you need me?"

"Of course they are not as good as you," Wan Tujue chuckled. "Who is mad at you again? I'll vent you out."

Hearing these words, Fu Xuejun stopped suddenly and turned his eyes, "I saw my nominal sister today."

"Is she mad at you?" Wan Tengjue immediately became serious, his voice raised slightly.

"That's not true, but the other party really gave me a shock. After all, my classmates are still waiting for me, so I won't say anything." Fu Xuejun hung up the phone and left with a few girls.

In the end, the girls didn't have the courage to go to Gu Xiqiao for autographs, and each beat their chests.

After not walking a few steps, he saw Lo Wenlang coming out with the department head.

"That is the talented man in our economics and management department, Luo Wenlang, who entered our academy with a score close to full marks," said the girl Fu Xuejun, with dazzling admiration flashing across her face. "He is the only person in the entire A who is not used to go to school. "

"The only one?" Fu Xuejun felt that she didn't want to listen to the girl's next words, but she couldn't help asking, "Then who is the only one?"

"Of course it is Gu Meiren! Both of them got unprecedented grades in the traditional A test, so they are not used to class."

Fu Xuejun tried to put out a smile at the corner of his mouth. At this time, the department head and Luo Wenlang had already met them.

"Director, Student Luo." Fu Xuejun raised a smile.

Luo Wenlang nodded at her, then turned to the director, "Then director, I will go back if I have something else."

"Let's go, let's go." The director nodded and waved his hand to let him leave quickly, not seeing or worrying.

After Luo Wenlang left, Fu Xuejun looked at the department head and suddenly said: "Director, I heard that I missed an exam?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Xuejun would ask this question. The director was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile, "Does Fu want to try our traditional exam of A?"

"If I can, it would be best. After all, I am also a member of this school." Fu Xuejun smiled.

Hearing her words, the director didn’t say anything, but asked her to come to the office after dinner, and then hand her three test papers when they arrived, “We have three professional courses in the freshman year, and the time limit is five hours. Student Fu ,good luck."

Fu Xuejun took the test paper and did it on the spot.

The three test papers originally thought she would not need two hours at all. However, when she got the test papers, she was blinded, and her hand holding the pen trembled a little, and it took several minutes to stabilize herself.

The farther you go, the more cold sweat on her forehead.

By the time she was finished, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her back.

She didn't expect that the questions would be so difficult. Every question was superb. Not only that, but also involved a lot of comprehensive knowledge. By the time she finished writing, her mind was already muddled.

"Done?" The director looked up at Fu Xuejun.

Fu Xuejun handed the test paper to the director, her expression a little stiff, she only spent three hours, did not finish it, but didn't plan to do it, because...she didn't know how.

The director saw her look and said soothingly, "Student Fu, it's okay. These topics are all superb. Few people can pass the exam in the whole grade."

These words relaxed Fu Xuejun's expression a lot. She was a little nervous when she saw the director review the papers on the spot.

No one is more familiar with these papers than the director. He quickly reviewed them, and then gave Fu Xuejun a not high or low score.

One 77, one 72, and one 69.

"Very good, the whole freshman can get the score against the light, except for Luo Wenlang, there is no one." The director exaggerated.

Hearing these words, Fu Xuejun finally breathed a sigh of relief, "How much did Luo Wenlang take the exam at that time?"

The Lord gave Fu Xuejun a long look at random, "Two doors 92, one 88."

Fu Xuejun gasped. She had done this paper. Naturally, she knew how horrible it was, especially the two discussion questions at the end. It was a paradox at all. There was no way to start. Luo Wenlang had two 92 and one 88. , How bad is this?

Until this moment, she was convinced of Lowen Lang.

After Fu Xuejun left, the other teacher in the office said, "Director, you just embarrassed the little girl, 77, 72, 69, this is a very good grade, don't you say anything?"

"This child is too eager for quick success," the director glanced at the test paper again, "more than seventy points, more than sixty points are nothing, not to mention Lowen Lang, only the medical department, three subjects, nearly full marks, then That's good!"

The difficulty of the examination papers of all departments in the school is the same. It is a comprehensive question given by the two professors in all aspects. It is very logical. Therefore, the grades can directly reflect a person's ability.

"Director, you just laughed," the teacher shook his head, "you compare her to them?"

"Yes." The director thought about it and felt that this was true. Fu Xuejun was a top good student in previous years, but this year, because of the two people on top of his head, he lost a lot of color.

"However, why did you suddenly arrange a speech for Fu Xuejun?" The teacher was a little puzzled. The director didn't seem to appreciate Fu Xuejun too much, so why did she create momentum for her?

The director put down the papers in his hand, "Didn’t Lo Wenlang come yesterday? I saw an M&A plan in his hand. Hey, you didn’t see it. It is simply a dripping, far-sighted, and far-sighted one. I asked him if he could give a speech and use this as a speech to prepare his graduation thesis, but the kid turned it down! Really, I couldn't help but found a rescue temporarily."

Thinking of this incident, the director was not angry. Lo Wenlang was very respectful and polite when he came, but it hasn't been a few months, why has he suddenly become so slippery?

Give him full credits in advance, is it good to graduate? Anyway, after graduation, he can stay in school to study for graduate school. That kid would be better, and he said that he still needs to take classes well!

At this time, the director suddenly remembered what Professor Jiang often complained to him, and now he finally feels such helplessness!

Gu Xiqiao finally came to a class. He has not yet gone to the medical department, but came to her class with Xu Jing.

When Xu Jing attends the class, she doesn't need to read a book, she just keeps a notebook in her hand.

Gu Xiqiao was holding her books and flipping through them one by one. Her appearance shocked everyone in the journalism department. The main reason was that this person was invisible and they were engaged in news. It is very curious.

However, Gao kept his eyes down and looked at the book. He looked cold and cold, making people afraid to disturb, so these people went to harass Xu Jing.

"Xu Jing, why did you bring her here?" The person behind poked Xu Jing on the back.

Xu Jing replied the 108th time, "Because our Gu Meiren is too boring!" She was ready to skip class and go out with Gu Xiqiao, but the other party heard that she had another class and had to accompany her. a lesson!

"Can I interview her after class?"

"No!" Xu Jing snorted, Gu Meiren can only interview her, and all other coquettish **** will roll aside!

The sound here was naturally noticed by the teacher. The lecturer was a female professor with reading glasses. She knocked on the table and pointed in the direction of Gu Xiqiao, "I seem to hear someone talking, then I I would like to ask a classmate to answer the question, why do various mass media coexist rather than replace in the process of evolution? This classmate, please get up."

She pointed to Guxi Bridge.

Xu Jing: Her face is dumbfounded. She just wanted to stand up and tell the professor that Guxi Bridge Guxi Bridge was not theirs, but found that Guxi Bridge had already stood up.

Without even thinking about it, she answered directly: "Because various media have their own characteristics and advantages, and the circulation of newspapers is large, it is suitable for urbanites to browse on the road or in the office..."

She talked freely, and Xu Jing was even more dazed.

How could this answer be better than her? This is simply unscientific!

"Very good answer." The female professor nodded in satisfaction, "What is your name and which class are you in?"

"Professor! That's not our department, it's Gu Meiren from the medical department!" Before Gu Xiqiao could answer, the people below helped answer.

Gu Xiqiao’s name is still very loud. The professor has heard about it. She helped her glasses and glanced at Gu Xiqiao calmly, and then said seriously, "Student Gu, do you want to Come to our journalism department?"

As soon as this was said, the students underneath patted the table excitedly, expressing their agreement.

Gu Xiqiao: "..." Professor Jiang will kill her.

get out of class.

In the last class, after the bell rang, none of the students in the class left, but dazzled. The spectacleist Gu Xiqiao is here.

Xu Jing looked at Gu Xiqiao, "Gu Meiren, when did you learn my major?" In vain, she still wanted to give her the answer and show her well!

"No, there is an answer in the introduction to journalism just now, the second paragraph on page 231." Gu Xiqiao followed Xu Jing out, only to say something slowly when she heard her.

Xu Jing immediately flipped out "Introduction to Journalism" from her bag, turned to page 231, and saw basically the same words.

She: "..." What if I really want to kill Gu Xiqiao?

After hearing this, other students in the surrounding area also turned through their own books, and then they were speechless.

After a while, a brand new post appeared on the school forum.

Original poster: Dewdrop didn't believe in the word "genius" in the world before, but now I finally believe it. Take the picture first, and then listen to the original poster carefully! 【Picture】【Picture】【Picture】

They are all the pictures of Gu Xiqiao flipping through the book. The students of the journalism department are very impressed when they take pictures.

However, the comment below is like this.

1st floor: First confess beautiful photos! Then silently sympathize with the kids in the journalism department. Are you okay? Condolences from the sophomore student from the Department of Medicine.

2nd floor: confession +1, sympathy +1, unexpectedly we Gu Meiren went to the news department to harm you again!

3rd floor: As a member of the laboratory of the Department of Medicine, I said that it’s good to get used to it. By the way, Gu Meiren, why don’t you come to the lab QAQ when you are so idle?

6th floor: Hey hey, what are some of the people upstairs talking to the host, why can't I understand, or am I not up to date? Isn't this post showing a picture of my beauty?

12th floor: Wait for the host to popularize science.

55th floor: Dewdrop came back, and then she picked it up. The host saw Gu Meiren flipping through the book. The process took about 20 minutes. It doesn't matter how long it takes, the key is that she remembered it! remember! WTF? As a member of the journalism department, Dewdrop has been deeply beaten to perfection!

This post quickly became popular, and several hundred buildings were built in an instant.

After the exam, Fu Xuejun, who was in a gloomy mood, brushed this post and sneered, just reading it as a joke.

Never forget? genius?

At the same time, Down's.

"Mr. Jiang, it's an honor to meet you. I hope that I won't cause you trouble when I come back this time." Under the introduction of Murong Feiye, Wan Tujue met Jiang Shuxuan and Tang Qingqiu.

Jiang Shuxuan felt the sincerity in Wan Tujue's words and stretched out his hand, "Naturally."

Wan Junjue put down his hands and suddenly smiled. He had heard of Jiang Shuxuan's name for a long time, but he didn't expect that the other party was so young, and his heart would inevitably be wary. "I look forward to fighting against Mr. Jiang this year."

"Yeah." Jiang Shuxuan replied indifferently, but his eyes shifted to the phone.

Above, the message from Gu Xiqiao: Brother Jiang, I will pick up Xiao Huazi with Xu Jing, and eat, you don’t have to wait for me!

More irritable.

Wan Tunjue felt that Jiang Shuxuan didn't want to tell him more, so he didn't stay much.

After he left, Tang Qingqiu said, "Shu Xuan, what do you think Wan Tunjue means by coming back?"

"As long as it doesn't hinder country Z." Jiang Shuxuan put away his mobile phone. If it hinders the ancient martial arts world or threatens ordinary people, don't blame him for packing people back to country Y.

"It's not necessarily. Now country Y is trying its best to reconcile with us. Do you think Wan Tong will be a good breakthrough? After all, country Y is a lot of people from our ancient martial arts world." Tang Qingqiu thought more. "Furthermore, Aunt Baili is back, she seems to mean to settle for a long time."

Jiang Shuxuan stood up and picked up his jacket, his expression calm, "Don't worry about them."

Okay, don't care, "But Uncle Jiang has been back for two or three days, don't you go back and see?"

"Seeing me, he will be even more annoying." Jiang Shuxuan took his coat and went out, his voice disappeared in the air.

Tang Qingqiu thought about this.

It's just that I'm a little worried in my heart. It seems that many people in the ancient martial arts already know the existence of Gu Xiqiao.

Downstairs.

"I'm back this time, when are you going to leave?" Murong Feiye asked, looking at Wan Chenjue.

Wan Tujue took off his glasses, rolled over and sat in his new cool sports car, "Look how fun it is!"

After finishing speaking, the car sprinted out as soon as the accelerator stepped on, causing everyone to scream.

Murong Feiye:...Damn!

Wan Junjue made a lot of calls to Fu Xuejun, but was not connected. He lit up a cigarette in annoying place, stopped the car, and stopped at the opposite side of a video game city. He pinched out the cigarette and got out of the car with his long legs. Go in.

The video game city is full of people, and the games in it are basically played by children.

Wan Tong never knew the sign of Country Z very much. When he came in and saw that it was a video game city, he was immediately disappointed. When he wanted to go out, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a child.

That kid kept playing the same game, losing in less than a minute every time. He was playing with perseverance and piled up a lot of game coins.

There are hundreds of them.

Wan Tongjue saw that many bad boys were staring at the child, he smiled playfully and glanced at the bad boys.

A few unscrupulous teenagers originally wanted to take the kid's money, but they were swept away by the inexhaustible gaze. Intuitively, this person was not easy to provoke, so they ran away.

"You can't do this, I'll come." Wan Tujue patted the child on the shoulder and let him pass.

Hua Youlin had a meal. He raised his head and glanced at Wan Tun in silence, and then let him come. He has been playing this game for half an hour, and he has not played it. If someone can help him play it, it’s best. but.

Wan Tunjue invested in game coins, 10 seconds later, died,

He was startled, not believing in evil, and cast another one, and 10 seconds later, he died.

...

After repeating it about 20 times, Wan Chenjue's old face couldn't hold back, "I..."

He just wanted to explain something, but saw an extra hand in front of him, long and white, and there seemed to be a cold chill under the not-so-obvious light. He watched that finger pinch a game coin and throw it in.

After two minutes, pass the customs.

Looking up, the person also turned his head.