Sweet Eternity: Reborn To Meet You/C8 He Was Slapped in the Face!
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C8 He Was Slapped in the Face!

However, what really got under Miaomiao's skin today was that Qianqian had completely transformed her usual quirky style into something stunning. Even Su Hao, the guy Miaomiao secretly liked, now saw Qianqian as the new goddess!

"Teacher, I choose Qianqian to recite for me."

The whole class: ...

Was Miaomiao doing this on purpose? She knew Qianqian couldn't recite anything!

At that moment, Qingqing raised her hand and said to the teacher, "I'll recite for Miaomiao. My sister never pays attention in class and skips all the time. She doesn't know anything..."

Qianqian smirked.

This was exactly like her past life. Qingqing seemed to be helping her but was actually using the opportunity to put her down, and back then, Qianqian had foolishly been grateful for Qingqing's "help."

Before Qingqing could finish her act, Qianqian stood up and said, "Teacher, I'll do it."

Everyone turned to look at her, eyes wide with surprise.

Even Su Hao was a bit nervous. Come on, goddess, don't make a fool of yourself!

The language arts teacher nodded, "Alright, go ahead."

Qianqian's soft, pleasant voice filled the room: "In the autumn of the year Renxu, on the full moon of the seventh month, Su Shi and his guests went boating beneath the Red Cliff... They lay back in the boat, unaware of the dawn breaking in the east."

She recited the entire "Ode to the Red Cliff" flawlessly, without missing a single word or tone.

The boys in the class applauded, while the girls rolled their eyes. Miaomiao and Qingqing were both livid.

The language arts teacher nodded in satisfaction, "Ms. Qianqian recited very well. There are three months left until the college entrance exams. There's still time to make progress. I hope to see even greater improvement from you. You may sit down."

After two language arts classes, the third and fourth periods were math. The strict and serious math teacher focused on explaining problems, and Qianqian listened intently, ignoring the curious glances from her classmates.

After school, Qingqing hurried to catch up with her, eager to ask, "Sis, how did things go last night with your brother-in-law...?"

Lin Qianqian heard this and deliberately showed a look of frustration. "Qingqing, didn't I fall off the wall yesterday? The doctor said I have a concussion and need to rest. I fell asleep before Yuchen came home and forgot about that thing."

Lin Qingqing's mouth twitched at this, silently cursing Qianqian for being a fool, but she kept her composure and smiled. "No worries, just don't forget tonight. Your brother-in-law is quite the catch, you should seize the opportunity."

"Alright, I'll give it a try tonight," Qianqian replied, looking as if she was taking Qingqing's advice to heart, though she was secretly smirking inside.

"Oh, and one more thing. My dad heard that the general manager of the construction company under Lu's Group got promoted. Does that mean the position is open for someone else?"

Qianqian narrowed her eyes. Her dad and uncle both worked at that construction company. She had once listened to Qingqing and asked for the general manager position for her uncle. But within six months, her uncle fired her dad, which led to her mom's illness draining the family's finances, and her brother couldn't afford to study abroad. Her family kept it from her so she wouldn't worry, and she remained focused on Yuchen, not caring about what was happening at home.

"Sure, I'll find a chance to ask for you. It's getting late, I should head back," Qianqian said, shouldering her backpack and leaving the classroom. After staying up all night, she didn't want to waste her lunch break chatting with Qingqing.

Qingqing watched her leave, deep in thought. Had Qianqian changed a bit?

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