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Qiao Jing opened the letter Xu Xiaoming wrote to him in the dormitory.

After reading it, he was silent for a long time, and then stuffed the letter into his bag as if nothing had happened.

He hasn't even finished writing the outline yet, so how could he hand in the manuscript.

008 whispered next to him: "Who said that three thousand daily updates will shock the literary world?"

Qiao Jing turned her head and silently looked at the little black cat.

"It's not me." His eyes drifted.

008: ...I knew it.

Today is the last day of this semester, and it is also the day when the results of the History of Western Civilization are announced. Qiao Jing has actually been very nervous since last night. Before a publication, he never suffered from insomnia!

But this time, he really didn't know what to do.

"Qiao Jing, did you not sleep well last night?"

On the way to the classroom, Zhang Shuqi still stared at his face and asked.

Qiao Jing gave a vague "um" and was in no mood to talk to him.

The two found a seat in the classroom and sat down. Zhang Shuqi seemed to be suffering from ADHD, with thorns on his buttocks, writhing excitedly on the seat, and shouted to others everywhere: "I have studied hard this time. Just wait, I will definitely make that old man Zuo look at me with admiration!"

Qiao Jing tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Why," Zhang Shuqi said nonchalantly, "I'm telling the truth, Qiao Jing, don't stop me."

"is it?"

"Of course—" He was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly found that there was no sound around him, he turned his head abruptly, only to realize that the person who asked him just now was Zuo Xiangting himself!

Zhang Shuqi gasped, his scalp went numb instantly.

He stood up from his seat abruptly, and bowed to the left to apologize to the court without tears: "Sorry, sir... I was rude."

The expression on Zuo Xiangting's face couldn't tell the difference between joy and anger, he just looked him up and down with those eagle eyes that made people tremble at the sight, and after a long while, he squeezed out a sneer:

"Humph."

Zhang Shuqi: "..."

He stood awkwardly on his seat, not knowing what to say.Fortunately, Zuo Xiangting didn't seem to intend to argue with him, so he turned around and returned to the podium.

Only then did he let out a long breath.

"Scared me to death," he whispered to Qiao Jing next to him, with a hint of complaint in his tone, "Qiao Jing, you are not brother enough, why didn't you remind me?"

Qiao Jing: Say it again?

But Zhang Shuqi just complained casually. He is now focusing all his attention on the grade book in Zuo Xiangting's hand. Although he has bragged about it just now, Zhang Shuqi himself feels that he has done a good review this time, but the results will be announced soon. At that moment, he still unconsciously tensed up.

Qiao Jing was also very nervous.

He clenched his hands tightly and was holding his breath waiting for his results when he suddenly felt a slight tremor from the chair under his buttocks——

He turned his head to look, and found silently that it was Zhang Shuqi who was shaking his legs.

"It's okay," Qiao Jing took the initiative to comfort him, "If it doesn't happen, I'll be in the library during the winter vacation, so you can come and read."

Zhang Shuqi murmured: "I think, at least I will get a 'good' this time..."

Jingluo University has two methods for evaluating grades, one is scoring, and the other is judging according to "excellent", "good", "medium" and "bad". Among them, "bad" means that you did not pass the exam. Passing, in need of refurbishment.

Zuo Xiangting on the podium has already started reporting the results with a blank face:

"Zhou Tingyun, Zhong."

"Zhao En, bad."

"Brave all the way, bad."

He reported two-thirds of the names in the class, most of them were "bad", and the best ones were only "good", and there was not even a single "excellent"!

Zhang Shuqi trembled even more.

At this moment, Zuo Xiangting reported Qiao Jing's results:

"Qiao Jing, Liang."

Qiao Jing raised his head abruptly.

It turned out to be Liang! ?

He himself had an expression of disbelief, because he knew how much water he had cramped for the week before the exam, but Zhang Shuqi, who was next to him, applauded him sincerely: "Congratulations! The rapid progress, Qiao Jing, unexpectedly Can get 'good'!"

In his impression, Qiao Jing's grades have always been not good, even worse than him, and he belongs to the kind that is always on the edge of the passing line.

"The last one, Zhang Shuqi." He was about to say something to Qiao Jing, but Zuo Xiangting on the podium had already pronounced his name.

Zhang Shuqi immediately turned his head expectantly——

Zuo Xiangting looked at him and sneered again from his nose.

"inferior."

Zhang Shuqi: "..."

"You said you studied well," Zuo Xiangting slammed the grade book and cursed unceremoniously, "What did you review? You are evil!"

For the entire class that followed, Zhang Shuqi buried his head deeply, looking at Zuo Xiangting facelessly.

Qiao Jing glanced at his deskmate who had fallen into autism, and wisely kept silent.

One thought he was going to fail a subject, and finally got a good grade; the other was full of confidence to get an excellent grade, but failed in the result...

——It can only be said that whether it is a hundred years ago or a hundred years later, classic routines are still being staged in major universities.

But after class, just as Qiao Jing was about to pack up and go back to the dormitory, Zuo Xiangting suddenly came over and said:

"Come with me to the office."

Qiao Jing froze for a moment, exchanged a glance with Zhang Shuqi, put on her satchel with some doubts, and trotted all the way to keep up with Zuo Xiangting's footsteps.

When he came to the office, Qiao Jing tightly clenched the strap of the schoolbag in his hand, watched Zuo Xiangting sit down on the seat, made himself a cup of tea unhurriedly, and poured a cup for him along the way: "Sit. "

"...Thank you sir."

He took the teacup nervously, but to be honest, this made Qiao Jing more flustered than Zuo Xiangting scolding him directly—the one in front of him is a genuine master of the Republic of China!

Asking the master to pour tea for himself, Qiao Jing felt that he was not qualified to do so.

"You have made great progress in this exam." Zuo Xiangting lowered his head and took a sip of tea, scraped off the tea foam floating on it with a teacup, and said unhurriedly, "It can be seen that you have put in effort. "

Qiao Jing pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Thank you sir for your compliment."

"However," Zuo Xiangting quickly explained the reason for calling Qiao Jing over. He put down his teacup, fixed his eyes on the reserved black-haired young man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "The last big question is only you in the whole grade." Right."

Qiao Jing blinked in confusion.

so?

"Do you still remember that question?" Seeing Qiao Jing nodding, Zuo Xiangting continued, "I wrote the question in English, to tell you the truth, other than you, the only student who got points in the whole grade , and stayed abroad for two years before being admitted.”

After he said that, Qiao Jing finally remembered.

In fact, the question itself is not too difficult, but the combination of various clauses and complicated Western literature proper nouns is like a heavenly book. Zuo Xiangting also deliberately set up some grammatical traps that are not easy to find in the expression—— If it is put into modern times, it is basically equivalent to Uncle Ge crossing the border to write the finale of the college entrance examination English paper.

But Qiao Jing's translation level is good, even if people have some changes in grammar and vocabulary a hundred years ago, it is still no problem to understand.

"I never knew before that you actually know English." Zuo Xiangting said.

Of course, the "understand" he said is definitely not just the level of CET-[-] or CET-[-], but the ability to write in English without barriers and truly communicate it as a language. "Tell me, how did you learn it?"

Qiao Jing was silent for a long while, and squeezed out four words: "The origin of family education."

Zuo Xiangting looked at him for a while, then suddenly spoke a long series of words in English quickly.

Qiao Jing originally planned to pretend that he didn't hear it, but when he heard a certain sentence, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he clenched his fists, and he couldn't help showing a look of sadness and anger on his face.

Zuo Xiangting looked at him and sighed: "You really understand."

He obviously didn't believe in the "family origin" that Qiao Jing said, but he didn't delve into it too deeply. He just said: "If you don't want to say it, let it go. But since I know you have this talent, I can't let it go." You are willing to be unknown in school, and you are oblivious to everyone."

He took out a bound book from the drawer and handed it to Qiao Jing: "I know you are staying at school this holiday and you are still working as a librarian, so I will charge you 5 yuan per thousand characters, and I hope you can translate this book for me." .”

Before Qiao Jing refused, Zuo Xiangting said sternly, "Principal Wen asked me to do this. After you graduate, this book will probably be one of the must-read textbooks for freshmen in the Department of Literature. There are not many contents, only eight chapters. Ten thousand words, but I've been busy recently, so I probably won't have much time, when the time comes, you can show me the translation and I'll polish it up for you, what do you think?"

Qiao Jing: "There's no need for remuneration, but sir...it's not good for students to translate the textbooks, isn't it?"

"What's wrong?" Zuo Xiangting laughed, "Frankly speaking, when I asked that question, I never thought that anyone could answer it correctly, but I actually found one! I believe in your level. Now, I found out that you didn't participate in any activities or clubs, don't you want credits?"

This is true.

Qiao Jing, who wanted to decline, was moved when he heard the word "credit".

It is true that I want to return to modern times in the future, but even a hundred years ago, Qiao Jing would never allow such things as failing the exam and delaying the completion of the exam to happen to him.

Too shameful!

He stood up, took the book with both hands, and bowed slightly to the left:

"I will live up to Mr.'s entrustment."

Zuo Xiangting didn't speak, but waved his hand, indicating that Qiao Jing could leave.

Not long after the black-haired young man disappeared from the office door, a benign old man in a gray gown suddenly walked in from the outside with his hands behind his back.

If Qiao Jing was still here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance. This is the one who walked with Zuo Xiangting on the playground back then.

Seeing the person coming, Zuo Xiangting immediately put down the pen in his hand, stood up and greeted him, "Principal Wen, why are you free to come to my place today?"

Wen Chunqiu, the principal of Jingluo University, who is [-]-[-] percent this year, said with a smile: "It's just a rare free time, sit, sit, Xuanhua, we don't have to be so polite."

Zuo Xiangting, named Xuanhua, but few people know it.

The two chatted in the office for a while, and suddenly Wen Chunqiu stared at Zuo Xiangting's face, and asked curiously: "Xuanhua, I think you seem very happy today? Is there any happy event?"

During this period of time, because of the bad news from Paris, Zuo Xiangting kept pulling a long face. He was originally fierce, but now even the students who met him on the road were too frightened to say hello, for fear Touched the mold.Wen Chunqiu also persuaded him several times, and even took him to the playground to relax, but unfortunately the effect was not great.

Therefore, Wen Chunqiu is also really curious, who is the god who can make a stubborn guy like Zuo Xiangting feel better?

Hearing his question, Zuo Xiangting smiled.

"I found a good seedling by accident." He said lightly, but his eyes were full of admiration for Qiao Jing.

"Really?" Wen Chunqiu raised his eyebrows.

But soon he also became happy. As the principal of Jingluo University, no one is more happy than Wen Chunqiu to see these students make a difference—they are the future of this country!

"What's the student's name?" He immediately asked, "To be able to enter your Xuanhua's Dharma Eye, it seems that you are quite capable."

But Zuo Xiangting shook his head, and did not tell Wen Chunqiu Qiao Jing's name: "Let me keep it a secret for now. I gave him a task, which can be regarded as a test of this kid. If he can really satisfy me... ..."

He snorted, but his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of expectation:

"At that time, I will accept him as my closed disciple."