Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 81: Cannon Fodder Sister of the Female Lead (33)

Jiang Qu, who heard this news, sat in place for half a day unable to recover.

Her scores from the last selection exam barely t the undergraduate line; if English scores were counted as full marks, all the scoring lines would be recalculated. Her results would then float around the level of a technical college.

Almost everyone in the class was unable to get into a university.

Many people were crying in English class; the English teacher was also helpless. She didn’t expect that English, once considered a minor subject, would suddenly beco as important as physics and chemistry.

So people in the class were fine, they didn’t give up on those thirty points, listened in class, did their howork, morized words, and now they were grateful their efforts hadn’t been in vain.

anwhile, so people completely gave up on those thirty points, using the ti for morizing words to study literature. They even reviewed other subjects during English class. Now, their English scores were only ten or twenty points, while others scored fifty or sixty; ultimately only a ten-point difference in total scores, but gained much more study ti for other subjects.

A typical example was Jiang Qu.

Her English score had always been diocre, and getting twenty or thirty points didn’t matter before, but now it looked especially bad.

The class teacher recalculated the rankings by incorporating full English scores from the last exam. The class’s first place remained unchanged, but second and third fell to positions below tenth, and the fourth rose to second. As for Jiang Qu, who was sixth, she dropped rather miserably, sliding out of the top twenty and out of the technical college line.

For several days afterward, Jiang Qu remained dazed and disoriented.

Suddenly, she rembered Jiang Lai.

She rembered what she once said.

Just as freshman year began, Jiang Qu directly went to find Jiang Lai at the entrance of her classroom, staring intensely at her.

"You knew all along, didn’t you?"

"Hmm? Knew what?"

"You knew English was about to be reford, didn’t you? That’s why you spent every day buried in your English books, isn’t it?!"

Jiang Lai smiled, noticing the curious looks from the other students passing by. She raised her voice.

"You think I’m so kind of immortal who can foresee the future?"

"Then why are your English scores so good?! You knew it!"

Jiang Lai gave her a mocking look, her tone indifferent.

"Not only am I good at English, but also literature, math, physics, chemistry—I’m good at all of them. Do you think I’m like you, only smart enough to learn a few subjects?"

Jiang Qu was completely speechless.

Those who overheard their conversation chuckled, laughing at Jiang Qu’s irrational jealousy of her sister’s excellence, and her fanciful thinking.

Jiang Qu’s face grew increasingly unpleasant, barely able to maintain her forced calm deanor.

"Instead of confronting here, why don’t you go back and morize so words? Don’t end up being unable to get into college, wasting all those eggs your mother cooked for you."

With that, Jiang Lai turned and left, not giving Jiang Qu a chance to retaliate.

Soon after, He Xing returned, and the first thing he did was visit Grandma He.

Grandma He told him everything that had happened at ho, finally holding her grandson’s hand and speaking earnestly.

"That girl’s feelings towards you aren’t pure. I had said before that I’d respect your decision, but now I’ve changed my mind. I don’t like that girl and don’t want you to continue being involved with her."

"Has she co by since I was in trouble?"

Grandma He shook her head.

"There are plenty of good girls in the world. You’ll et soone you like again. You were lucky this ti to et soone willing to help. If we had lost all that money, you might never have recovered your entire life."

He Xing nodded, his tired face full of exhaustion.

"Indeed, that person was my forr boss. He knew I wanted to start on my own and let go without saying much, even suggested I venture into foreign trade. This ti, he got the necessary licenses at a critical mont, otherwise my machines might have been seized."

"Find so ti to properly thank him. eting such a benefactor is a trendous fortune. We’re lucky, both you and I, to have t him. Ah... why did you fancy Jiang Qu? Jiang Lai would have been better, such a wonderful girl: beautiful, intelligent, kind, and easy to talk to; she’s lively and generous..."

Grandma He started her lantation again, her tone full of regret.

He Xing was silent for a long ti; he didn’t really feel regret, just a deep disappointnt, which ultimately led to relief.

"I need to quickly tune my machines and get them up and running. The person who helped has already placed the first order; whatever I make will be sold abroad, so I need to hurry."

Grandma He quickly waved him off.

"Then go busy yourself, don’t waste ti here. Rember, if Jiang Qu cos back looking for you, don’t go soft again, got it?"

"I know, you don’t need to say more. I understand."

He clearly distinguished who was kind to him and who harbored ulterior motives.

What he couldn’t forget was only the initial Jiang Qu, who was sincere and full of affection for him.

Now?

His heart had long died after Jiang Qu implicitly severed ties.

He Xing buried himself in the factory, brought Grandma to live nearby for easier care, and hired diligent village won to operate his machines.

Ti unknowingly passed this way.

anwhile, on the first Saturday after the sester started, Jiang Lai was about to be picked up by Jiang Qiuhe, and unexpectedly saw Cheng Lie standing under the bicycle shed.

After not seeing him for months, he seed to have grown taller, and his hair was cut short, revealing a fresh and clean handso face that attracted much attention.

Jiang Lai smiled and walked over, just about to say sothing when Cheng Lie spoke.

"Let’s talk on the road."

He had co on his bicycle again; Jiang Lai didn’t say anything. Maybe it was because they hadn’t seen each other for a long ti, but now she found Cheng Lie more attractive.

The bicycle wasn’t as comfortable as a motorcycle, but along the way, she could look at the wheat fields on both sides of the country road, and the willow trees by the canal were starting to bud, with slender branches adorned with tender shoots.

Jiang Lai asked him.

"Where’s your motorcycle?"

"Lent it to a friend."

"Oh, okay."

After a while, Cheng Lie spoke again in a low voice.

"Actually, I prefer using a bicycle to carry you."

"Why?"

"Because bicycles are slower, I can carry you for longer and talk with you more."

Jiang Lai couldn’t help but smile.