I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

Song Qingqing hung up the call, and then immediately played it back, "Oh my god, he didn't tell me the specific time!"

Unfortunately, no one answered.

"Okay, you are so rich, I think you have personality. You said your IQ is 280, but you forgot such an important time?

This guy is not playing tricks on me on a whim, right? Has he realized that I used him as a tool to make money? Probably not, this is the future domineering CEO, he won't be so stingy. "

On the other side, the Qian family.

Housekeeper: "..." Master, I know you are very frugal with words, but you should at least tell me the specific time. It will be held in two days. If others come and see that you are not there, they will think you are playing a joke on them. It is a thankless task.

The housekeeper considered for a moment before speaking, "Master, would you like to give us a few more reminders so that the young lady can run less often?"

Qian Youze smiled coolly, "No, this little problem can't be solved, so she doesn't need to participate, she can't win even if she comes.

I don't like making friends with people who are not smart and have difficulty talking to them. They are just like big idiots who don't pay attention to themselves but only stare at others. If you admit that you are good, you will have confidence, but you still need to play such tricks.

If she can't win the villa, it means she's not strong enough and can't get into our school, so there's no need to contact us.

I've been her deskmate for such a long time, if she thinks I'm playing tricks on her and doesn't even have this little trust in her, then don't join me."

Housekeeper: "..." Master, he is just a child under eight years old! Do you think everyone has an IQ of 280 like you? You have high expectations.

"The young master is thoughtful, and I just don't think enough." Dealing with smart people is tiring. Thinking less is not good, and thinking too much is not good either.

After Qian Youze entered the elite class for aristocratic geniuses, he was very busy at first, but he got along well with his classmates. After all, they were all smart and had good family backgrounds.

But as time went on, Qian Youze felt that his classmates were lacking in interest because sometimes they couldn't follow up on what he said.

Unlike Song Qingqing, Song Qingqing can always connect with the conversation no matter what you talk to her. This is also the reason why Qian Youze was able to stay in Tianchen Primary School for so long.

Then Qian Youze thought of his former deskmate Song Qingqing and wanted to get her to his school, but he was worried that she would become stupid, so he made this call.

Song Qingqing immediately put on her clothes and went out: "You have to go and have a look no matter what. If it works, I won't have to think about making money anymore."

As a result, No. 8 Fuan Road was closed, so I went there in vain. “What is this guy doing?”

Song Qingqing used her spiritual sense to look inside, and then saw and heard several servants discussing.

I found out that this was indeed the case. If I won the competition, I would get a villa, but that would be at 2pm two days later.

Just in case, Song Qingqing went out and found someone, paying him 1000 yuan a day to help keep an eye on No. 8 Fu'an Road, for fear that the rich people might change the time and make her miss the 8000 million house.

Two days later at noon, Song Qingqing received a notice that a large number of people drove into Villa No. 8 Fuan Road with their children.

Song Qingqing immediately asked for leave and rushed to Villa No. 8 Fu'an Road as quickly as possible.

The door of the villa was open and it was quite lively inside. Everyone was dressed elegantly and chatting and laughing.

There were more than twenty children, about seven or eight years old, inside. They were all full of energy, their eyes were full of wisdom, and they looked smart and clever.

Song Qingqing walked in calmly and then walked towards the group of children.

As soon as I got closer, I heard a few kids blowing trumpets, saying that they had just won some award or just came back from a competition here and there... None of them were simple.

Song Qingqing: “…” They are all talented.

After Song Qingqing came to this world, she was a bit lazy and never participated in these competitions, so she had no chance to brag.

So he quietly went to the buffet and planned to eat. "As the saying goes, it doesn't matter if the grades are good or not. I have to eat enough. After all, I invested 2000 yuan and wasted half a day. I have to at least get my money back."

Song Qingqing took a look at the food on the buffet and her eyes lit up: "This is worth it, they are all high-end ingredients, and I can earn it back after eating a few bites."

Song Qingqing was eating with gusto when suddenly a sweaty little fat man approached. Compared with Song Qingqing, he was as good as two of her.

Tang Ziye couldn't help but ask, "Is it delicious?"

“It’s delicious, you can try it, you definitely won’t regret it.

"No, I don't have much appetite lately."

Song Qingqing: "..." Do you want to hear what you are saying? You don't have much appetite, but you can still eat so much. If you have an appetite, it would be amazing.

"Why aren't you nervous at all?"

"Is there anything to be nervous about? Are you sweating because of anxiety?" He is really trying hard. Thinking back to those first few years after his transformation, his mind was full of food. He had no time to think about anything else.

"Well, a little nervous, worried that I can't win?"

Song Qingqing: This guy has answers to questions, is easy to get along with, and can be made friends with. He can find out some things. As a friend, I must enlighten him.

"What's there to be afraid of? If I don't win, then I don't win. Anyway, I won't lose. There are 360 ​​professions and every profession has its top talent. If I don't know the questions, it means I'm not good at it. It's the problem of the person who set the questions, not mine."

Tang Ziye was confused. Song Qingqing's words overturned his understanding: "I don't know the answer to the question. Is it the problem of the person who asked the question? Not my problem? Can I understand it this way?"

Song Qingqing said as if it was a matter of course: "Isn't that how you understand it? Everyone has their own strengths. The teacher may not be able to answer my questions." What could be wrong with a child of that age?

"You seem to be right?"

"What do you mean by 'seemingly'? That's right. My name is Song Qingqing, what's your name? Nice to meet you."

"My name is Tang Ziye, and I'm glad to meet you."

"Then we are friends. Come on, friend, it's our first meeting, I'll treat you to some shrimp. This is delicious, it's my favorite, I'll share my favorite with you." Song Qingqing didn't feel guilty at all and took a shrimp from the table and gave it to Tang Ziye.

"Thank you, this is the first time someone has treated me to food."

Tang Ziye didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all. He used a fork to eat a small shrimp that was half the size of his fist. It was a top-quality ingredient that cost five thousand yuan each.

"It's delicious. I didn't think it was delicious before, but today I think it's especially delicious."

Song Qingqing had a proud look on her face, "It's delicious, eat more, don't worry, you'll be full." There was a big plate on the table, and she couldn't finish it even if she died of fullness.

"Okay, thank you, Qingqing,"

"You're welcome. We are friends. Ziye, I don't know much about the competition. Can you tell me what it is about?"

……

On the other side, in the villa, the butler looked at the man next to him and said, "No mistakes are allowed this time. The young master is so sad that he only eats three bowls of rice per meal."

"Don't worry, housekeeper. My questions are all evolved from the questions that Young Master has done in the past few days. Young Master will definitely get first place and regain his confidence."

"Okay, let's go." The butler strode out.

The teacher wiped the non-existent sweat and couldn't help muttering, "It's really too difficult. Why should someone with an IQ of 170 compete with a group of people with an IQ of more than 200?

It’s hard for me, and I have lost my confidence. It’s also hard for others, and it makes us, the tutors, lose a lot of hair. If the boss didn’t give me so much, I wouldn’t earn this humiliation fee.”

The housekeeper came out and saw Tang Ziye eating so deliciously that he almost burst into tears: "Young Master finally has an appetite. It really is right to hold this competition."