The time that followed passed quickly, as if a flash of light. →
On June 25, the college entrance examination results were released, which immediately concerned countless families.
Jiang Qin's grades were exactly the same as in his previous life, 653 points, so 985 was a sure thing. There was no suspense at all. He was very calm in his heart, but he had to show enough excitement in front of his parents, which really tested his acting skills.
But Mr. Jiang and Ms. Yuan were really excited.
653 ah!
This score is 20 points higher than Jiang Qin's mock exam score!
Ms. Yuan Youqin immediately went to Baiyun Mountain and Baiyun Temple to burn incense and fulfill her vow.
Comrade Jiang Zhenghong was so happy that he was dizzy. He didn't know whether to sit or stand. He kept shaking his fists. Finally, he pulled Jiang Qin downstairs and ran around the community three times.
Jiang Qin could understand his parents' feelings very well, because in the minds of their generation, the college entrance examination was a springboard to success, a major turning point in life, the only chance to change one's destiny, and a stepping stone to wealth and glory.
But he could never have imagined that in a few years the world would be filled with PhDs and masters.
On the third day after the college entrance examination results were announced, the demolition plan began to take shape.
In the early morning of June 28, the street offices of Fanhuali, Rongcheng, Xingfu and Hongyun communities called Jiang Qin one after another, briefly explaining the demolition matter and inviting him to a specially established demolition team for discussions. →
Although the official demolition document has not yet been made public, the demolition is basically a done deal.
In order to save time, all the streets affected by the old city renovation project began to make preparations in advance.
This is not something that is widely advertised.
In fact, except for the owners of the demolished houses, no one else knew about this, which saved Jiang Qin, a high school student, a lot of trouble.
In the following few days, Jiang Qin kept going back and forth between various street offices, listening to them read out documents from higher authorities and hearing the compensation clauses many times.
Although the stories told on each street are repetitive, it's really fun to listen to it every time.
After the official demolition letter was issued, the demolition work entered the negotiation stage.
This stage is almost the most time-consuming, because there are many greedy people, especially the residents who have lived in old and dilapidated houses for so many years. Their lives are not satisfactory to begin with, so they want to raise the price, the more the better.
But Jiang Qin is a person who knows when to quit.
He simply told the street office a number based on the highest proportion estimated previously, and asked them to call him if they agreed.
There is actually an important reason why he is so Buddhist. That is, when the demolition work enters the second step, those who signed the contract first can have priority in choosing resettlement housing. Choosing a good location is much more important than haggling over 30,000 or 50,000 yuan here.After grinding until the end, all the good positions have been picked up. What should I do if the remaining people don't want them?
Sorry, you can only draw lots.
Anyway, the contract has been signed, who would want to serve you ancestors?
Besides, he had another urgent reason.
He wants to pay back the money.
Although the money for buying the house was borrowed from Feng Nanshu, it was still her father's money after all. The fact that nothing has happened so far means that her father hasn't found out yet. But the longer it is delayed, the higher the risk. Jiang Qin doesn't know what kind of person Feng Nanshu's father is, so he is unwilling to take the risk.
The sooner we get the compensation and fill the gap, the better it will be, and it will be as if this incident never happened.
After finishing the preliminary matters of the demolition, Jiang Qin took a day off and stayed at home replying to various QQ messages.
Guo Zihang said he scored 472, and Feng Nanshu said he scored 671.
It's not surprising that Guo Zihang got this score, because the level of Dogecoin is so low that it's hard to get one more point. But as Feng Nanshu is a genius girl and a top student, it's still surprising that she didn't get over 700.
Of course, the head teacher of Class 1 was also very dissatisfied with this score and thought it must be a wrong judgment, so he went to the city to check the test papers on the day the results came out.
The result was indeed correct, he scored 671 points. The problem lay in the Chinese composition question. Feng Nanshu only got 12 points out of a full score of 60.
What is the topic of this year's composition?
Jiang Qin was reborn and had almost forgotten this memory, so he went to the Internet to check it out. He burst out laughing.
It's actually about friendship?
She doesn't even have any friends, and you ask her to write about friendship?
Isn't this just like asking a mouse to write an article about its experience of petting a cat?
Not a loss, not a loss. 12 points is really not a loss. I guess these points are given because the paper is neat.
"Stop laughing."
Sitting in a familiar seat on the second floor of Jeju City Library, Feng Nanshu looked hopeless: "I've thought about it carefully, this is actually your fault."
Jiang Qin was full of question marks: "We didn't know each other during the college entrance examination, what does your losing points have to do with me?"
"But if I had known you earlier, I would have been able to write it."
"Since you said that, let's assume that if it was you who took the college entrance examination now, how would you write this essay?"
Feng Nanshu raised her head with a serious expression: "I met a friend in the library, he is a poor man who likes to look at breasts..."
"Stop!"
Jiang Qin interrupted her impromptu composition directly: "Is this the image of me in your mind?"
"Isn't it right...?" Feng Nanshu's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion.
"If you really wrote that, you won't even get the last twelve points."
Feng Nanshu lowered her head and returned to her lifeless state: "Did I make a friend who is not worth mentioning?"
Jiang Qin's face twitched: "The exam is over anyway, there is no point thinking about it."
"Makes sense..."
"Why should a young lady from a wealthy family like you take the college entrance examination? Wouldn't it be better to study abroad directly?"
Feng Nanshu raised her head, her slender and curled eyelashes trembling slightly: "A lonely girl who can't socialize will die if she is sent abroad."
"..."
Jiang Qin really didn't think of this, and simply treated her as an ordinary rich girl, but if you consider it from Feng Nanshu's perspective, studying abroad is really a risky thing.
Foreign countries preach freedom and democracy all day long, but the social atmosphere is in chaos. And in that damn free America, there are shootings every day. The population is only 700 million, but the number of registered guns has reached 900 million. On average, a family of three can have four guns. Are they planning to have a second child?
Throwing a girl like Feng Nanshu, who is both naive and socially anxious, into such an environment is like throwing a lamb into a pack of wolves.
"That's nothing to worry about. Actually, universities in China are pretty good. Which one do you plan to go to?"
"Then which one are you going to?"
She asked back expressionlessly, her thick eyelashes dyed golden by the falling sunlight