The Fall of a Scholar

Su Xiaoqian didn't know what to do next, thinking about what to say to coax him, and then trying to figure out the content of his chat with his mother in the afternoon, peeled another grape in his hand, and put his hand into Yan Congzhi's mouth.

Yan Congzhi pulled him onto his lap and said, "Hey, he's talking to you, reply quickly."

Su Xiaoqian saw a line of words on the screen.

[Private] Iron Horse Binghe: Have you decided on a major?Didn't you apply for more than one major at that time?

When Su Xiaoqian applied for schools, he applied for different majors in different schools because he had no idea what he liked.He has studied all the basic sciences for his undergraduate studies, and he has the opportunity to apply for almost all doctoral programs.

Su Xiaoqian wanted to have a chat with Liu Xing, but at this moment, sitting on Yan Congzhi's lap like a needle felt, he said, "There's no more chatting, there's nothing to talk about."

"No, then I'll go."

Su Xiaoqian was in a hurry, as if he had some secret with him, he quickly said: "Don't go, I just say a few words to him."

[Private] Confession: Ready to study hardware.

[Private] Iron Horse Binghe: Computer hardware?which school?

[Private] Confession: Well, Chi University.And you?

[Private] Iron Horse Binghe: I went to Boston, and I can't compare with you.

[Private] Confession: No way.

Su Xiaoqian bit the bullet and chatted for a few words, Yan Congzhi even put his chin on his shoulder, making the hairs all over his body stand on end.

[Private] Iron Horse Binghe: Why haven't you been online recently?

[Private] Confession: Not in the mood.

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