Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

Ever since she walked through the campus once, Qin Qing has never used a blind guide stick. As long as no one greets her when she walks in the school, she can hardly notice the difference in her.

In fact, no one likes to be treated as a different kind, and Qin Qing is no exception.

Only after a week of adaptation period, the attention that he initially attracted as a fresh face and as a special recruiter of Beijing University seemed to come back again. At this moment, it was time for morning reading, and Qin Qing had no other friends around, so she somewhat uncomfortably covered up the marks on her neckline, fearing that Feng Yan's careless mouth marks would be exposed.

Just as she was about to enter the teaching building, with a slap, a hand patted her shoulder behind her, accompanied by a familiar male voice.

"Hey, big red man, congratulations, I guess you don't know what happened now." The boy's carefree footsteps were in stark contrast to his agility that made it impossible to dodge just now.

"Is it really okay for the vice president to hold grudges so much?" Qin Qing kept walking, raised her feet up the steps, and joked again while keeping her eyes fixed.

As for what kind of hatred is remembered, of course it is the unsightly hatred of acting as a huge light bulb and delivering love letters in front of the minister's girlfriend.

"Ahem, I found that your mouth is quite poisonous." Xiang Le coughed twice with his fist on his lips in embarrassment, and then said embarrassedly: "Thank you for helping us keep it secret. She has a crush on the president."

The young couple's camouflage work was done well, not only did no one notice it underground, but on the surface, Bo Ling's obedience to Huo Junsen caused a lot of rumors in the outside world.

Even Qin Qing heard Beixi complain about it last time.

"This is your freedom." Qin Qing shook her head, expressing that she did not like to gossip and publicize other people's feelings. As for the student union's rule that internal members are not allowed to fall in love, she is also noncommittal.

Her indifferent and casual attitude suits Xiangle's appetite, and she doesn't care about the eyes of the students around her. As she walked all the way to the door of the class, when Qin Qing nodded and wanted to say goodbye, she extended her hand to her with a smile, "I congratulate you first, and welcome to work together in the future."

work together.

Qin Qing immediately understood what happened in the morning. She also extended her hand and smiled, "I'm looking forward to it."

"Although you only entered the student union club through the most grass-roots selection, I think with your ability, you will soon become our true partner." Xiang Le held her hand, feeling that the girl's soft fingers were delicate and smooth, There was no trace of calluses, a deep look flashed between the brows, and then quickly changed the subject, "There will be an initiation ceremony at noon, and Bo Ling will come to pick you up."

"Okay." Qin Qing agreed, stood at the door and watched the other party leave, rubbed her fingertips carefully, and had more expectations for the phrase "true partner".

At this time, it was close to the time to ring the preparatory bell, and the students in Class Two were basically all present. After witnessing the scene at the door with their own eyes, they couldn't help discussing with emotion.

"This person is really incomparable with other people. He is better than us even if he can't see it. He joined the student union in just a week, and he has left the most weak grassroots."

"That's right. You see, the class leader has been acting like a horse for two and a half years. What's the use of being a three-good student and an excellent class leader every semester? You still have to have real skills to get into the student union."

...For a transfer freshman and a blind person to be elected to the student union, the students didn't have any malicious intentions. After all, the awards received by the main core members of the student union when they go abroad every year line up the entire hall of the teaching building, and it seems natural that these gifted students receive preferential treatment.

And Qin Qing already had the halo of Beijing University's special admissions, and this time the student union election seemed to be logical.

However, one person didn't think so.

Beixi saw the promotion results posted on the bulletin board early in the morning. There was only one name on the empty paper, which was eye-catching and dazzling. After entering the classroom, she has been burying her head in writing something on the paper. Listening to the noisy discussions in her ears, she doesn't yell loudly at maintaining order as before. The strength increased a little.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the table that she stopped abruptly, closed the exercise book with a snap, looked up and saw that it was Qin Qing, and the veins on the back of her hand twitched twice after writing all morning.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention just now." She twitched the corners of her mouth, showing a slightly stiff smile, and then stood up to let him in, "Why are you late today?"

"I talked to Xiang Le at the door for a while." Qin Qing replied truthfully, put her schoolbag in the drawer, took out a walkman and was about to start listening to the meeting report.

After the operation of Macau has stabilized, she has to take care of more industries, such as casinos, clothing, and font development. In addition, the artist studio invested in Hong Kong in the early stage has also entered the track, and there are various work progress reports every day. She went to listen and deal with it.

There was no new curriculum in the third year of high school, and she was too lazy to get textbooks for the blind, so she simply took up school time to deal with official business.

"Qin Qing." After waiting for a while, Bei Xi saw that the girl didn't seem to want to speak, so she couldn't help but tugged at her sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "How is the matter I asked you to do?"

At home this weekend, she couldn't calm down to study at all, and all she could think about was the letter.

Qin Qing, however, forgot about it in a hurry. He took off the earphones after hearing the words, took out the letter from the school bag and returned it, and said in a flat tone: "The vice president asked me to say sorry to you."

This is the most direct and simplest rejection.

Bessie hesitated for a whole weekend, and suddenly became pale and weak. She stared blankly at the letter in her hand that was sealed and hadn't even been opened. Is that all?"

For other people's sincerity, is it just such a result?

Um? Qin Qing looked at her puzzled, not knowing what nice words to embellish the rejection, so she just nodded.

Bessie looked at the calm face in front of her and the girl's seemingly indifferent attitude. The scene of the two shaking hands and smiling at each other at the door just now was like a sharp knife stabbing into her heart, "Why... ...Aren't you very close, why doesn't he even want to read this letter?"

The ringing of the preparatory bell was drowned out by Bessie's suddenly raised pitch, and the students in the class all turned their heads to look over in amazement.

Qin Qing also frowned, her voice became a little colder, "This has nothing to do with anyone's friendship."

Who stipulates that the love letter handed over by a good friend must be read, and there is no logical relationship between the two.