She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Ms. Qin Ru pretended not to notice the quarrel between the others and kept a friendly smile on her face.

People who know Professor Qin well know that the more beautiful her smile is, the more sinister her mind is.

"Who is Nan Nan?"

Xu Qiao looked confused.

"Manshu, my granddaughter." Ms. Qin Ru pulled Manshu and gestured to Xu Qiao.

Oh?

Xu Qiao nodded hesitantly, and suddenly remembered that Yan Manshu had done a lot of harm to him. He was forced to eat four cakes.

He said in a venomous tone: "The small cake is delicious. Would you like some? I'll get you two more."

Ms. Qin Ru seemed not to notice the gleam in his eyes: "I won't eat it. At my age, I should eat less sugar."

"That's such a pity."

Xu Qiao's revenge plan failed.

"Hmm?" Ms. Qin Ru looked at him.

Xu Qiao shook his head subconsciously: "Nothing, I mean it's a pity that you can't taste such delicious food."

"It seems like you really like it, why don't you eat two more for me."

"That's not necessary..." Xu Qiao almost vomited.

"You are such a handsome boy, and you have a kind heart. Thank you in advance. Why don't you take it now and I'll watch you eat it. I think you will eat it very sweetly, just like I eat it myself."

Faced with an old man's plea, Xu Qiao actually found it difficult to refuse.

Without waiting for him to refuse, Feng Cheng understood what was going on and brought over two small cakes.

Xu Qiao?

He really wanted to vomit.

But facing Ms. Qin Ru's encouraging, grateful and expectant eyes...Xu Qiao ate the two small cakes again.

He felt like the taste of cream had gotten stuck in his throat and he would vomit if he said one more word.

Maybe he won't touch this thing again for decades.

If Qin Ru hadn't been so gentle and looked very much like his deceased grandmother, Xu Qiao would never have suffered this loss!

When Ms. Qin Ru saw that the man had finished eating, she patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Little Xu, not bad. How old are you?"

"Twenty-one." Xu Qiao replied subconsciously.

"Are you still studying?"

"here I am."

"Which university?" Ms. Qin Ru was curious.

"Imperial Capital University..."

Not only was Ms. Qin Ru stunned, even Manshu was so surprised that he was speechless.

A dandy boy like Xu Qiao, and a student at Imperial Capital University?

how can that be possible?

Even if the Imperial Capital University is not very picky, it won't accept someone like him, right?

Facing the surprised looks from two pairs of almost identical eyes, Xu Qiao somehow felt a little proud.

"He studied art and entered the university through the art path."

Shen Yan mercilessly burst the bubble of Xu Qiao's pride.

The smile on Xu Qiao's face froze.

On second thought, what's wrong with pursuing an artistic career?

Others want to leave, but can't get in.

"Hmm? What talents do you have?" Ms. Qin Ru didn't seem to have any intention of letting him go.

"I don't have any talent, I just know how to dance."

It’s no wonder that Xu Qiao has been a good dancer since she was young and has a really great figure.

In fact, the Xu family chose this path to send him to Imperial Capital University with premeditation.

They wanted to make some arrangements, and after Xu Qiao got in, they would ask him to find a way to transfer to another college.

Of course, the Imperial Capital University has strict review in this regard, and changing majors requires passing an exam, which Xu Qiao couldn't pass at all.

The teachers at Imperial Capital University are not so easy to bribe.

So he could only hold the title of art student until graduation.

"It's good to be able to dance," said Ms. Qin Ru. "But you have to study hard in academic subjects, too. Otherwise, if you tell others about it, they will think you bought a fake diploma."