After doing it a couple more tis, the translation teacher couldn’t be bothered to call on her anymore, she was just useless and causing trouble.
Qin Wenrou was glad to be free, perfect for sneaking away to watch the excitent.
As she glanced up, she saw Zhou Yu wearing a black-and-white racing suit, holding a black helt, and being surrounded by a group of staff, walking over like the moon surrounded by stars.
Handso!
Really very handso.
Seeing Zhou Yu up close, he was even more handso than she imagined. No wonder so many girls were obsessed with him, wanting his signature like crazy.
Qin Wenrou quickly grabbed the printed photo she had prepared and walked forward, "Rain God, I’m a part-ti translator at Imperial University and also your fan. Could you..."
Didn’t even get within ten ters of Zhou Yu.
She was blocked by Zhou Yu’s staff, who disdainfully said, "What fan? I think you’re a fake fan. Rain God is about to go on stage, real fans would be too worried about him, aren’t you just causing trouble by asking for a signature now?"
They directly and cruelly rejected Qin Wenrou’s request.
And Zhou Yu himself seed to be gazing into the distance, completely unaware of Qin Wenrou’s approach and presence.
Qin Wenrou felt a bit dejected.
Looks like getting Zhou Yu’s signature was out of the question.
Sigh.
She took one more reluctant look at Zhou Yu’s back.
And it was this look that made her discover a shocking scene:
Zhou Yu actually pushed through the crowd of staff and walked directly towards the race track, to a row of solitary seats.
On one of the seats was a single girl, draped in a school uniform jacket, her face almost completely hidden by a baseball cap, sitting lazily and casually.
Zhou Yu strode over, then took the initiative to lean down, squatting and saying sothing to the girl.
The girl gestured with her hands.
Zhou Yu imdiately nodded seriously over and over.
Finally, the girl, as if an elder, patted Zhou Yu’s helted head with a heartfelt expression.
Qin Wenrou stood there in shock, her mouth agape: "..."
Because, she recognized the girl, it was none other than Lan Qingxin.
Lan Qingxin was wearing that outfit today, they had clashed in the dorm less than an hour before, and Lan Qingxin had pressed Yu Xiaochun into the toilet.
That ruthlessness left a lingering fear.
And now, Lan Qingxin could actually make Zhou Yu bow to her.
It was even more baffling.
What was the relationship between the ugly duckling and Zhou Yu?
Qin Wenrou trembled as she looked at the scene, while behind her, a racer from Team A, a blonde nad Charlie, asked her curiously, "Who’s the woman talking to Zhou Yu?"
Qin Wenrou finally understood the simple English sentence.
She was flattered and stamred, "She’s, she’s a classmate of ours, with very poor grades. Very poor, and very ugly." She emphasized.
Blond Charlie narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Ugly East Asian girl, quite unique. I’m interested."
Qin Wenrou: "..."
What kind of taste is that, stupid blonde.
anwhile.
In the stands behind Qin Xin, everyone also noticed this scene.
Ao Xinghao narrowed his eyes, Hu Yi widened his eyes, and the students in Class 2 were utterly confused: So Sister Xin didn’t know the coach, but actually knew Rain God himself, which is why they got so many VIP tickets?
Hu Yi reconfird his guess: "Sister Xin is Rain God’s disciple, for sure!"
Ao Xinghao looked at him with an indescribable expression: "..."
Idiot.
Have you ever seen a disciple pat the master’s head?
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