The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 63

When Lingling Qiao found out that she had gotten into Peking University on a recommendation by cheating on Ying Qiao's test questions. Lilian Li almost fainted on the spot.

"You, you dead girl, you don't have the diamond but want the porcelain, mom thought you really had some skills. You will still be exposed when you go to Peking University like this!"

Lilian Li was so anxious that she kept slapping her thighs.

She was uneducated, but she also knew that since Lingling Qiao got into Peking University by relying on a set of test questions, she would be doing problems for Peking University in the future.

What if she couldn't do them in the future?

"I don't care, I just want to go to Peking University." There was a reckless madness in Lingling Qiao's eyes.

She grabbed her mother's hand, "You can't let Ying Qiao, Yi Qiao and dad know about this, especially Ying Qiao, she won't let me go."

Lilian Li: "Ying Qiao's side is not a problem, but what about Peking University's side?"

"Take it one step at a time. As long as Ying Qiao doesn't know, I will bite to death that the questions are done by me, so Peking University won't doubt it."

"Mom help me, or I'll be finished." Lingling Qiao looked at her mother eagerly, as if looking at a lifesaving straw.

Lilian Li's mind was much more meticulous than Lingling Qiao's. She patted her daughter's hand and gave her daughter a reassurance: "Mom will help you."

If exposed, all the benefits that Peking University had promised to Lingling Qiao would be gone. She, Lilian Li, would become a laughing stock in front of relatives and friends, let alone her daughter Lingling Qiao's future would be gone too.

Lilian Li would never allow this to happen.

When Qiao's father heard that it was the president of Peking University, he was both shocked and delighted, and was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and couldn't even speak properly.

He hurriedly wiped his hands on his body, and respectfully shook hands with the president of Peking University.

He had never thought that he would be able to shake hands with the president of Peking University in this life.

Then he turned around and wanted to call out Lingling Qiao and his wife to entertain the guest, but found that both of them were nowhere to be found.

So he called Yi Qiao in from the door.

"Where is student Ying Qiao? My old man came from Beijing before dawn today, just to see student Qiao." Zhang Chengyong said, looking around for Ying Qiao's figure.

Yi Qiao: "My sister went on a long trip, maybe she’ll be back when school starts."

When Zhang Chengyong heard this, he was very disappointed.

"President Zhang, how...how did you come here in person? This is the first time I've seen you recruit students in person." Everyone from the admissions office was very curious.

The test papers were indeed difficult this year, but even if this student got a perfect score of 750, it was a rare case, and didn't warrant the president of Peking University to come in person.

"Last month, my old man had his old illness relapse and almost died in the street. Thanks to student Qiao’s help in saving him. Today I came here not only to welcome student Qiao on behalf of Peking University, but also to express my personal gratitude for student Qiao's life-saving grace. Not only did my old man come, but the vice president of our Peking University-the dean of the Peking University Medical School will come later." Zhang Chengyong stated his determination, hoping that these admissions staff would know the difficulty and retreat.

The admissions staff had not expected that Qiao Ying already knew the president of Peking University privately, and had such a relationship.

Qiao's father hadn't had time to digest the news that Qiao Ying's score was even more outstanding than the provincial champion, when he heard that Qiao Ying had saved the life of the president of Peking University.

"Medical school? This student got full marks in mathematics, physics and chemistry. Wouldn't it be a waste to go to medical school..." One of the admissions staff felt it was a waste.

"You don't know anything." Zhang Chengyong directly waved his hand: "Let me tell you, student Qiao told me personally that she applied for Peking University."

"President Zhang, the person isn't even here yet, how can you..."

Unfounded claims.

"You don't believe it?" Seeing that they didn't believe it, Zhang Chengyong turned and asked Qiao father and son.

Yi Qiao told the truth: "My sister did say she wanted to go to Peking University."

Zhang Chengyong: "Did you hear that?"

"She can change her choice..." They were still unwilling to give up. "President Zhang, we all respect you, but for this enrollment, let's each rely on our own abilities, okay?"

"Fine, so you don't say I bullied you guys. But let me remind you, as long as student Qiao agrees to enter our Peking University Medical School, I will personally give her a house, and she can choose any location in Beijing."

When Zhang Chengyong said this, everyone present, including Lilian Li and Lingling Qiao who were eavesdropping by the door, stared wide-eyed in shock.

A house in Beijing?

Pick any location?

That would easily be 30-40 million!

This was too arrogant! The admissions staff were shocked, and then chilled by half. With just this house, what could they use to compete with Peking University?

In a moment, three or four families left.

Zhang Chengyong nodded in satisfaction, unhurriedly asked Yi Qiao for Ying Qiao's phone number.

Unfortunately she couldn't get through.

Qin Hanyue had just returned to the hotel on this side and was still downstairs when he received a call from Zhang Chengyong.

"Guess where I am?"

"You seem to be in a good mood today."

Zhang Chengyong smiled, "Do you still remember the little girl who saved me last time? I'm at her home now." He was waiting for the dean of the medical school at Qiao's house.

Qin Hanyue's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Do you know how many points she scored on the college entrance examination?"

"How much?"

"690, ranked 12th in the province for science."

"Not bad." Qin Hanyue said.

"No, no, do you know why she only got 690?"

"What do you mean?" Qin Hanyue entered the elevator.

"She didn't write the essay in Chinese!" Zhang Chengyong's tone was full of pleasant surprise.

That meant full marks except for the Chinese essay?

Hearing this score, Qin Hanyue was not too surprised either.

It was something she could do.

Zhang Chengyong: "Old man I really don't know who to share this with, so I can only call and tell you, since only you and I have seen the little girl, you must be able to understand my mood."

As the elevator door opened, Qin Hanyue took out the room card.

Zhang Chengyong on the phone continued: "Unfortunately I came in vain, the girl has gone on a long trip, and I can't reach her on the phone either."

Qin Hanyue, who entered the room, looked at the girl holding a laptop on the sofa, walked over and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

He said to Zhang Chengyong on the other end: "She's with me."

Zhang Chengyong was startled: "What did you say?"

Qin Hanyue: "She's next to me, do you want to talk to her?"

Ying Qiao raised her eyes from the computer screen to the man's face next to her.

Was he talking about her?

Then she saw Qin Hanyue put the phone in front of her, turn on the speakerphone, and say to her with a smile that was not a smile: "Miss Qiao, President Zhang is looking for you."

Ying Qiao, who had just intercepted a bunch of calls from the admissions office, first looked at the phone, and then raised her eyes and glared at Qin Hanyue.

Zhang Chengyong's uncertain inquiry came from the phone: "Student Qiao?"

Ying Qiao retracted her gaze and looked back at the computer screen, answering: "President Zhang, do you need anything?"

"It really is you!" Zhang Chengyong exclaimed with pleasant surprise.

Zhang Chengyong happily said a bunch of congratulations, praises and small talk, and finally couldn't hold back.

He asked: "Student Qiao, can you tell me why you didn't write the Chinese essay? Is there any reason?"

Except for the last essay, Qiao Ying also got full marks on the previous questions, so it was impossible that she didn't know how to write. It was also impossible that she ran out of time.

Sure enough, Qiao Ying said indifferently: "690 is enough to get into Peking University."

Upon hearing this, a smile spread across Qin Hanyue's mouth.

He actually felt: "As expected of her."