Hu Yi asked casually without delving deeper: "Oh. Rember to help find the notes from the second sester of the sophomore year’s anatomy class when you go back. I’m used to reading your notes, and can’t really get into anyone else’s."
He ntioned the notes for the second ti tonight.
Qin Wenrou felt a mix of emotions she couldn’t describe.
Holding the warm milk tea Hu Yi had just bought for her, she felt even more conflicted.
Hu Yi, that kind of guy with a blunt personality, only showed care and patience towards her for a very clear reason.
Because he admired her academic achievents.
To be more direct, it was because he admired her flawless study notes.
She wasn’t the only academic achiever, but she was the only one with perfect notes.
Yet those notes were all borrowed from Qin Xin.
Once she no longer had Qin Xin’s notes, would Hu Yi still treat her so well?
Qin Wenrou thought begrudgingly that there was nothing extraordinary about Qin Xin’s notes; Hu Yi was just used to them. When she went back in a few days to find Lan Yingjun’s notes, polished them, and copied them down herself, wouldn’t that work?
Brother Jun is the president of the Student Union, and his grades are just as excellent.
She just couldn’t believe that Brother Jun’s notes would be worse than Qin Xin’s.
"Okay, I’ll bring them to you when I go back to school in a few days." She replied gently.
Hu Yi frowned: "Are you planning to co back to participate in the scholarship competition? What’s good about joining that lousy competition? If you like, my family can sponsor ten contests next sester for you to enjoy. You should be at ho resting and recovering right now!"
This tone is unmistakably that of a rich kid.
Qin Wenrou’s tone beca even gentler, with a hint of helplessness: "I can’t help it, Teacher Gou called specifically, urging to participate for the class’s honor."
Hu Yi: "Alright then, I’ll cheer for you!"
Qin Wenrou laughed: "Brother Hu, have you asked Little Chun yet? Was it really that ugly freak that broke your car?"
Hu Yi’s face darkened, and he said in a displeased tone: "Yu Xiaochun sent a segnt of surveillance video. She checked with the security room, and my car was indeed kicked and damaged by that ugly freak, Lan Qingxin! Damn, I hate those backstabbing kinds of people. I’m definitely teaching that freak a lesson!"
Qin Wenrou didn’t push any further, feeling a slight joy in her heart, and simply raised her eyebrows with an "Oh."
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Nalan Group.
Qin Xin gave the new robot model a thorough "check-up," providing the most comprehensive revision suggestions possible.
She communicated entirely via pen and paper without speaking.
This was mostly because the miniature voice changer Hong Jingtian gave her hadn’t arrived yet, and she was afraid of being recognized since she, as "Qin Xin" herself, had been to the Nalan Group and t the short and stout chief engineer before.
Most people wouldn’t pay attention to the nuances of voices, but there might be soone particularly sensitive to them who could recognize hers.
After providing her suggestions, she intended to gracefully withdraw.
The chubby chief rubbed his hands together eagerly: "Master, please have so tea."
Qin Xin indeed felt a bit thirsty and wrote two words: "Plain water."
The chubby chief enthusiastically brought a cup of 45-degree Celsius warm water.
Qin Xin drank it in one gulp and prepared to leave.
The chubby chief brought over a chef robot with eagerness: "Master, could you help take a look at this robot? Just a glance will do. No need for extensive tests, just check if there are any obvious issues with its appearance..."
Qin Xin glanced casually twice and wrote a line: "For a cooking robot used by housewives, it’s suggested to use a more handso model; you could take reference from Emperor Huo’s looks. This one is too ugly."
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