Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 188: Mr. Young Master Invites Her Again!
Qin Xin ignored him.
Instead, she clicked on the reindeer icon: "Speak, what’s up."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, the F1 season starts this year. I don’t know if I should sign up."
Qin Xin: "Sign up."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, will you come?"
Qin Xin: "No time."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, but without you on site, I’m afraid I’ll quit halfway again like last year..."
Qin Xin: "If you’re so timid, don’t say you’re my disciple."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, I’m sorry. I... I just wanted to ask why you didn’t come to the final half a year ago as you promised..."
Qin Xin was silent for a moment.
She replied: "Something came up."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu) said aggrievedly: "Master, you didn’t come that time, someone messed up my leg. It’s not that I’m afraid to compete this year; I’m worried that I can’t even brake properly with this foot..."
Qin Xin’s fingers paused.
Three seconds later.
Her tone was so cold it almost froze Zhou Yu on the other end: "Who injured you? Why didn’t you say it earlier!"
Zhou Yu: "It was... it was people from A Continent..."
Qin Xin was silent for a few seconds, then typed two words: "Sign up."
Back then, practicing racing was a way to relax amidst the intense rhythm of study and company management, and unexpectedly, she got addicted to it.
Even more unexpectedly, by keeping at it, she taught a disciple who became a world champion.
Now, the disciple was bullied...
Heh heh.
Does everyone think I’m a dead mentor?
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The news that Qin Wenrou was going to take the Grade 8 piano exam spread quickly.
Even people in Class 2 knew and were discussing:
"I heard Qin Wenrou is taking the Grade 8 piano exam today—inside info is that she’ll definitely pass, and she’ll be able to join the school orchestra next. Pretty impressive."
"What’s so impressive about amateur Grade 8? It’s not even as good as professional beginner level. God Ao is also taking a music theory exam today and is also going for the bassoon professional Grade 4. Professional exams are what’s recognized in the art world, you know?"
"Come on, you say amateur is easy, why don’t you try passing one? Without ten years of hard work, you can’t even pass amateur Grade 8, okay!"
"I admit, although Qin Wenrou’s character isn’t great, she’s pretty good at playing the piano. During the freshman welcome party, she did a solo performance once, and it was quite nice! Brother Hu noticed her back then and started treating her well!"
"Eh, I heard Brother Hu just appreciates her for being the top girl in academics?"
"Her musical skills are also top among girls, plus her English is really good, she was the first freshman to pass Grade 4 English exams. I’m not exaggerating on her behalf."
"Ugh, can you guys stop talking about that Qin Baihua? The things she’s done to Sister Xin both openly and secretly make me sick enough! Did you forget her two serious demerits?"
"Yeah, with Qin Baihua, there’s no us! We only support Sister Xin!"
"Support Sister Xin! Boycott Qin Baihua; if she performs in school shows, I won’t watch, I’ll protest!"
"Support Sister Xin! Boycott Qin Baihua; if the school orchestra accepts her, I’ll boycott the orchestra too!"
"I... I’ll boycott learning English! Who told Qin Baihua to pass Grade 4 so quickly..."
Everyone was getting more and more excited.
In contrast, Qin Xin was in her seat, casually playing with her phone.
She was reading the list of participating teams and players for this year’s F1 season from Zhou Yu.
There were significant changes to the competition rules this year, and Zhou Yu had sent a long, densely packed English instruction manual.
Qin Xin was slightly impatient while reading it.
Suddenly, a new message popped up on her phone.
She rubbed her forehead: This is the downside of these old phones; even if you don’t want to view a message, it automatically reminds you until you check it—so annoying!
Just as she was inwardly complaining, she saw the name of the sender and immediately sat up a bit straighter.
After looking at the content, she felt she couldn’t even sit still.
Mr. Nalan: [Are you free this weekend?]
Qin Xin was unsettled.
The man, he, he, he, why is he asking her out again???!
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