Chapter 877: graduation

Han Qilu's door was not closed, half open, and the sound of water came from inside. She walked in cautiously like a thief, but heard the sound of water getting louder and louder, the bathroom was tightly closed, and the sound came from the bathroom.
Han Qilu is in the shower!
With joy on her face, she quickly ran back to the room and took out a pen and paper. After writing a few words "Swish Swish", she immediately ran to Han Qilu's room again and put the black scarf and the written paper on Put them on the bed together.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly.
Her heart touched her throat immediately, turned around and ran out, ran all the way back to the room, and quickly closed the door.
After doing this, she took a breath and returned to the bed.
For some reason, when she lay down on the bed this time, she struck before she even started counting.
Tomorrow will be a new day.
the other side.
Han Qilu came out of the bath and only wrapped a bath towel around his lower body. At this moment, if a girl saw it, he would have a nosebleed. This figure is so terrible to see...
He put his pajamas on the bed, and just reached out his hand to take the clothes, he suddenly noticed something unexpected on the bed.
"What an ugly scarf." He was full of disgust, who was so boring to put such an ugly scarf on his bed? Isn’t it Ms. Jiang that the most boring person in the universe?
As soon as he picked up the scarf, a piece of paper fell out of the scarf and staggered to his feet.
"What?" He frowned his pretty brows, squatted down and picked up the paper.
Han Qilu, happy new year, this is my hand-knit scarf, okay? Don't be too moved by the one given to you.
The place of signature is: An Chuxia.
The expression on his face was stiff, and then he said disgustedly: "I didn't expect you to be so boring, so boring!"
He spoke in disgust, but the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Han Qilu raised his scarf and looked at it, then suddenly said, "It doesn't seem to be particularly ugly."
"Ring bell--" The alarm clock rang.
An Chuxia turned over, trying to touch the alarm clock, but accidentally touched a hand.
She opened her eyes abruptly, and anger suddenly appeared in her eyes.
"Han Qilu! You enter my room again and sleep in my bed!" She was furious, and slammed Han Qilu on with the pillow.
This guy didn't even wear a shirt. If the temperature of the air conditioner were not adjusted high enough, he would freeze to death!
Han Qilu opened his eyes in a daze, grabbed the pillow in her hand, and muttered: "You put such an ugly scarf on my bed. I don't want to be ugly crying, so I ran to you to sleep."
What this said...it became her fault!
Really! Unreasonable!
"Don't you? Don't say it earlier!" Her face turned red because of her anger, and she got out of bed in the next instant.
"I didn't say no!" Han Qilu got up abruptly, stretched out his hand to hold her, and said eagerly: "I'm joking, can't I make a joke? Grandma, it's early in the morning, don't make such a fire! "
Han Qilu's words amused her. She forced her to laugh and said, "Then you are not allowed to make such a joke again."
"I won't open it anymore." Han Qilu stretched out three fingers: "I swear, are you all right?"
Only then did An Chuxia completely extinguish the fire. Although she knew that Han Qilu was very awkward, and often what she said was completely the opposite of what she thought in her heart, she was really angry beyond her control. Maybe time will make her get used to Han Qilu's awkwardness, or maybe Han Qilu will slowly change and become no longer awkward.
"By the way, this is for you!" A delicate little box appeared in front of her.
She reached out and took it: "A New Year's gift for me? What is it?"
"See it for yourself, I went back to my room and continued to sleep." Han Qilu dozed off and left with sleepy eyes.
After he left, An Chuxia opened the small box, which contained a very delicate watch. There is a small card under the watch. She didn't expect that Han Qilu, the old man, would do things like cards.
On the card was written a few vigorous characters: "I will give you the time from now on."
The eye sockets suddenly turned red involuntarily.
I spent more than two years of days and nights in a little trouble.
Inside the Stilan College, in the large lecture hall that can accommodate the entire year, every student sits in distress. Several leaders sitting on the stage were equally solemn.
Above the blackboard in the amphitheater, a big red banner is hung. A few big words are printed on the banner: The 100-day mobilization meeting for college entrance examination.
I thought that the senior year of senior high school was far away, and the scene of just entering Sidilan was still vivid. In a blink of an eye, she was already listening to the 100-day mobilization meeting for the college entrance examination. Time seems to pass slowly, but in fact, unconsciously, time has passed for a long time.
The school leader who spoke on the stage said impassionedly, and the students in the audience were also infected with blood.
"I said... Master." An Chuxia turned her head and asked Han Qilu in a low voice: "Are you going to repeat this year?"
Han Qilu glanced at her, turned his head to the side, his face was unhappy, as if he had been stabbed in the pain.
In the college entrance examination a year ago, his score was 30 points away from A, while his Chinese test was only 70 points. The average score for Chinese in the college entrance examination that year was 98. After Jiang Yuanyuan learned about it, he asked him to repeat the course of life and death, threatening to repeat it for the rest of his life if he couldn't get to the A major.
"This year, I will definitely attend, and I will surpass you." Han Qilu said suddenly.
An Chuxia chose the liberal arts, and the scores in the liberal arts were supposed to be better than those in the sciences. Han Qilu said that he would surpass her, which is simply too arrogant!
But she also felt shocked in her heart. The seemingly cynical Han Qilu sitting next to her, his comprehensive scores reached the height of anger between people and gods! His math score in the college entrance examination last year was 142 points, which is only 8 points away from the perfect score!
In the college entrance examination last year, if Han Qilu's Chinese test score was two points higher than the average score of the province, he would be able to go to the high-level university that students aspire to.
After the repetition, Han Qilu seemed to have changed his personality. Even running on a treadmill, he didn't forget to put a handout in Chinese in front of him. Of course, when he did this, he just felt that it was shameful that the Chinese test was so poor.
A big is not so important to him.
In the last hundred days, everyone had to study as if they were crazy. Ling Hanyu had taken her little girlfriend to go abroad for further study. The rest, including Meng Xiaonan, all studied with smashed eyes, even going to the school bathroom. When I go to the toilet, I can hear the sound of formulas coming from the squat next door.
Everything tells them that the college entrance examination is really about to come from.
The college entrance examination countdown calendar next to the classroom blackboard was torn off day by day, and it became thinner day by day.
Finally, the last calendar was torn off, and the college entrance examination really came!
Stelan’s classrooms are all air-conditioned, and candidates enter the venue in an orderly manner without fear of high temperatures. But the parents who were waiting outside the school gate suffered. Butler Han kept helping Jiang Yuanyuan fan the wind, but this was just a drop in the bucket for the heat.
"Madam, there is still more than an hour before the exam. It's not okay for you to stand like this. You'd better get in the car and wait. It's cool in the car." Housekeeper Han carefully persuaded.
"No, I have to wait here. The last exam is up. I'll feel even more uncomfortable if I sit in the car. Also, don't you see that other parents are like this?" Jiang Yuanyuan said, taking Han housekeeper The fan in his hand slapped the wind and said, "Housekeeper Han, you are old, don't have heatstroke. Go and stay in the car. Although I stand here, I feel hot, but I feel comfortable."
Butler Han sighed, went back and took the umbrella from the car, supporting Jiang Yuanyuan.
Jiang Yuanyuan didn't get in the car, so he couldn't go alone to cool off. When Liu Dongyu took the college entrance examination last year, he also stood outside and waited, and the weather last year was much hotter than this year. Somehow it rained yesterday this year.
After more than an hour, the exam bell finally rang.
Han Qilu was separated from her in the examination room, and when she packed her pencil case and walked out of the examination room, Han Qilu was already standing there waiting.
She stepped forward and asked: "What do you choose for task-based reading?"
"AEDCB."
English is considered her weakness, and Han Qilu's English has been cultivated since childhood, and the answers he said are almost standard answers.
She happily shook his chest with her fist, then jumped up and hugged his neck, shouting excitedly: "That's right!"
The people around looked sideways suspiciously, Han Qilu "picked" her off her neck, leaned into her ear and said, "If you want to hug me, you can go home and hug again. You can hold it for as long as you like. "
"Rogue!" An Chuxia gave him an angry look, grabbed her pencil case and left.
"Eh! Don't go! I'm just kidding!" Han Qilu chased after a few steps, just as Jiang Yuanyuan came in anxiously to find someone because he couldn't wait at the school gate.
As if seeing the bad expression on her face, Jiang Yuanyuan immediately ran forward with concern and asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Didn't you get a good exam? It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the exam? It's not the same as the last semester of your senior year. Have you got the recommended quota? It's okay, huh?"
An Chuxia waved her hand quickly and said awkwardly, "It's not that I didn't do well in the exam."
"Then you did well in the exam, why did you look so bad?" Jiang Yuanyuan asked, and looked at Han Qilu subconsciously. The next second, she asked, "Babbit, did you make Xiao Chuxia angry?!"
Others were three women singing a play, but his two women made him utterly burnt.
The weather in June became hotter, but in the evening, the wind blew, and along with the natural breath, everyone was drunk by the smell.
"I finally graduated!" Meng Xiaonan stood on the top of the highest mountain in City A, shouting to the opposite mountain.
Graduated, graduated, graduated, graduated.
There were echoes from across the mountain, and she felt that she was free.
"Early summer, you also call." Meng Xiaonan pulled over An Chuxia who was helping to prepare for the picnic, walked to the side of the mountain, and said: "You will feel a lot more comfortable when you shout."