The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi didn't know what school Zhao Qingheng chose, and she didn't know how to ask.

But this does not mean that Zhao Qingheng will not mention: "I heard that you chose Beijing University."

Su Nanzhi: "Yes."

"Coincidentally, I also chose Beijing University, and we are quite destined."

Su Nanzhi didn't show any face at all: "Unfortunately, the probability of crashing if you choose one of the two is too high."

Zhao Qingheng was not embarrassed either.

When the people next to him saw Zhao Qingheng, they naturally understood what he meant.

This young master of the Zhao family is quite willing to set up a territory for himself.

Some people have already left because of their interest, leaving behind the one who asked for learning methods just now, and he stayed very confidently, as if he suddenly remembered, "Ah, Young Master Zhao, I heard that you have also been admitted to university ahead of schedule."

Zhao Qingheng obviously knew each other, so he gave a slightly puzzled look.

Immediately afterwards, he watched the other party take out a small notebook from his pocket, and looked at the two of them, "Would you mind sharing your learning experience?"

Zhao Qingheng: "..."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

This is really for learning.

For the first time in their lives, the two academic masters met this kind of younger sister who wanted to learn experience for her elementary school sister.

Regarding this, Zhao Qingheng was more reserved, he said: "Do more questions."

Su Nanzhi was more direct: "You are born to do problems."

"..."

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

The other party silently wrote down four words in the small notebook: remake.

The friend surnamed Li expressed his concern very sensibly, recorded the small book and left, very gentlemanly and polite.

Zhao Qingheng made a mistake at this time, like the first man, he wanted to invite Su Nanzhi to the dance floor.

In my impression, the picture of a beautiful woman dancing gracefully should be very beautiful, and it can even convey a signal that he is familiar with Su Nanzhi to other men invisibly, so that many people will retreat in spite of difficulties.

Zhao Qingheng thought so, and did so.

The only thing I didn't think about was Su Nanzhi's thoughts.

Su Nanzhi twitched the corner of her mouth, "I'm sorry, Young Master Zhao should understand that I have only just arrived in Beijing, and no one has taught me the dance that should be done on such occasions."

Young Master Zhao finally realized what he hadn't thought about, and hurriedly made amends: "I can teach you, it's very easy and not difficult to learn."

Moreover, he doesn't mind being stepped on by her a few times.

Su Nanzhi minded, she said, "I'm sorry, the doctor advised me to sit more and move less."

This is rejection, and at the same time warning Zhao Qingheng that she is a person with heart disease.

Su Nanzhi's speed of turning around was a bit faster, but the speed of stepping on high heels to go away was not slow. It was really not the speed that a heart patient should have.

Zhao Qingheng looked a little lonely.

Glancing at a familiar figure from the corner of his eye, he immediately turned around and said hello, "Teacher Jiang."

While saying hello, he was surprised by Jiang Beiyu's white hair, but this is his hobby, so Zhao Qingheng didn't say anything.

He probably vaguely knew the background of this teacher Jiang, although his attitude towards Jiang Beiyu on weekdays was also the normal attitude towards a teacher.

But now that he is not in school, he also maintains a respect.

Jiang Beiyu was wearing a British-style coffee-colored suit. Hearing this, he just smiled, "Student Zhao Qingheng, I heard that you did well in the exam. Congratulations."

That's what it said, but the two gifts Jiang Beiyu was holding were obviously for the two siblings at the banquet.