Chapter 90: 090 and the boss are in the same class, super lucky_1Lu Qingyi asked back, "Why not?"

    She has already completed four years at Hardwick University, and has been a professor for quite a few years.

    "Do you think you can just go to Hardwick if you fancy?"

    Lan Xi laughed at this remark.

    Lu Qingyi did not respond but gave Lu Jiayue a cool glance, "You won’t make it to Hardwick."

    So she said.

    To study in Hardwick? She hadn’t agreed yet.

    She even feared that Lu Jiayue’s hypocrisy would taint Hardwick.

    "Sister, I know I’m not very capable, but shouldn’t you be encouraging me?"

    Lu Jiayue looked at Lu Jiayue with an aggrieved expression, as if she was about to cry any moment.

    Lu Qingyi laughed. What a show!

    "By the way, sister, mom asked you to come home for dinner this weekend."

    You can leave school on Sunday afternoon. As if suddenly remembering something, Lu Jiayue slapped her forehead and told her. Sear?h the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Not going."

    She did not say she wouldn’t come back, she outright said she wouldn’t go.

    She never considered that place home. Lu Mansion was not her home, she was just an unwelcome guest.

    "Sister, mom said she can’t reach you..."

    Lu Jiayue gently bit her lip and spoke, a bit embarrassingly.

    "Hmm."

    She had already blocked those two people, naturally, Yao Meishu wouldn’t be able to contact her.

    No need for contact.

    "Lu Qingyi, you..."

    Listening to Lu Jiayue’s words, Lan Xi understood something. She looked at Lu Qingyi angrily.

    Unable to get through would mean that she had been blocked.

    Lu Qingyi even blocked her own parents.

    "So annoying." Lu Qingyi yawned and then bypassed Lan Xi and Lu Jiayue.

    "Sister..."

    ——

    "Sister Qing, ah ah ah ah..."

    Jiang Yumeng, sharp-eyed as she was, saw Lu Qingyi walk into the classroom, and she instantly became excited.

    Luo Jia had already told her that Lu Qingyi was "June".

    God, how could her Sister Qing be so excellent?

    Lu Qingyi covered her ears, looking a bit helpless, she slowly uttered a word, "Noisy."

    Jarring noise.

    Isn’t she just June? Is there a need to be so worked up?

    Jiang Yumeng closed her mouth and mimicked sticking tape over her lips.

    "Sister Qing, you’ve worked hard."

    Jiang Yumeng smiled brightly as she placed a stack of books on Lu Qingyi’s desk.

    Lu Qingyi: "..."

    "Sister Qing, could you sign for me?"

    Jiang Yumeng blinked her eyes, looking at Lu Qingyi with a flattering expression.

    Thinking about having "June’s" signature, she felt as if she were floating.

    Did she step on dog shit in her last life, so that she could know the treasure girl Lu Qingyi in this life, and surprisingly be in the same class with "June"?

    So lucky.

    Lu Qingyi looked a bit speechless at the books that Jiang Yumeng piled up on her desk, then she looked at Jiang Yumeng’s desk.

    Well, did Jiang Yumeng move all the books on the table here?

    "What are you doing?" Xun Hanyu rotated his pen, looking curiously over here.

    Is Jiang Yumeng asking Lu Qingyi for a signature?

    Lu Qingyi’s piano playing is indeed terrific, but it’s not to the point where Jiang Yumeng needs her autograph, right?

    "Nonsense." Jiang Yumeng gave Xun Hanyu a glare.

    Xun Hanyu: "..."

    Lu Qingyi took the pen and swiftly signed her name on Jiang Yumeng’s books.

    "June?"

    Xun Hanyu curiously glanced over. Seeing the two characters that Lu Qingyi penned, he involuntarily raised his voice.

    Was it the "June" he understood?

    The classmates in the classroom all turned their heads curiously toward this side.

    "My god, Sister Qing, your handwriting is exactly the same as June’s."

    Xun Hanyu took out his mobile phone, compared it with the microblog post that "June" had written, and the handwriting was identical.

    So alike, too alike.

    Jiang Yumeng: "..."

    Lu Qingyi: "..."

    "Really? Is it really?"

    Some curious classmates came over to watch.

    Lu Qingyi: "..."

    She felt like a monkey being stared at.

    "Sister Qing is Lu Jun, the real deal."

    Jiang Yumeng started laughing lightly with her hand covering her mouth.

    "My god, is it possible?"

    "Damn, I think it might be true."

    "Who is this immortal-like person?"

    "The handwriting is exactly the same."

    "I can’t believe I’m in the same class as the boss."

    "It feels so surreal."

    "Boss, I want your autograph too."

    "Me too, me too."

    "And me...",

    Almost all the students in Class 20 believed Jiang Yumeng’s words without any hesitation.

    The handwriting is so alike, the playing is also so alike, it should be her.

    One student piled a bunch of his books onto Lu Qingyi’s desk.

    Stacked high, filling every nook and cranny.

    "Sister Qing, I’ll bring mine over when you’re done signing."

    Some students looking at Lu Qingyi’s already overloaded table commented with a tinge of regret that they weren’t quick enough.

    Lu Qingyi: "..."

    Alright then.

    "Sister Qing, we aren’t in a rush, take your time."

    Someone said.

    There were indeed a lot of books on Lu Qingyi’s desk, no use in rushing for them.

    "Sister Qing, sorry about that."

    Jiang Yumeng gave a sheepish laugh, scratching her head in embarrassment.

    She was too excited and blurted out Lu Qingyi’s identity.

    Staring at the mountain of books on Lu Qingyi’s desk, she felt a tinge of guilt.

    Lu Qingyi remained silent, her pen never stopping.

    "Sister Qing, why aren’t you focusing more on piano?"

    Xun Hanyu curiously asked, Lu Qingyi’s achievements in piano are certainly enough to secure her future.

    Many people were looking forward to Lu Jun’s piano concert in June.

    Lu Qingyi could afford a comfortable life now, even without school, and she could live lavishly too.

    "Just a hobby."

    Lu Qingyi continued to write without looking up.

    A hobby?

    Xun Hanyu nearly cursed, if Lu Qingyi’s hobbies were this good, if she found something she really liked, would it be earth-shattering?

    "Sister Qing, I want to cling onto your legs."

    Who wouldn’t want to latch onto the boss’s legs?

    Lu Qingyi: "I don’t hang things on my legs, too heavy."

    Xun Hanyu: "..."

    Quite unyielding.

    Just then, Luo Jia walked into the classroom and overheard Xun Hanyu and Lu Qingyi’s conversation, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

    "Hahaha, this is killing me."

    She had asked to latch onto Lu Qingyi’s legs last night, and Lu Qingyi had replied in the same manner to her as well.

    Seeing someone in the same situation, she couldn’t help but express schadenfreude.

    "Laugh my ass off." Xun Hanyu rudely retorted.

    Was there an issue with him wanting to hold onto the boss’s legs?

    "Jiajia, you must have said the same thing before."

    Jiang Yumeng knew Luo Jia well. She crossed her arms, smiling while she looked at Luo Jia and said.

    Luo Jia: "...Less talk won’t kill you."

    Luo Jia looked at Jiang Yumeng with a face full of disgust.