Chapter 295: Qin Hanqiu’s Hidden Ident.i.ty! Violin Scores

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Zhou Ying pointed to the answer sheet on the computer blankly.

He had just read the test paper and knew that half of the programming questions needed to be written by a teacher.

Qin Ran’s was… very complete.

She was only a freshman who had not enrolled yet…

But she had taciturnly copied the test program from the educational administrative system to Dean Jiang’s computer. If the computer group was to know of this…

Then the Computing Department would turn over even in their graves! They would then have to beware of the Computer Department apart from the Mathematics Department!

After listening to Zhou Ying, Dean Jiang was speechless. What??

Without uttering a single word, he just reacted sternly and coldly deleted Qin Ran’s test paper page.

As for her scores on the test papers…

Did he need to mark the papers of someone who could hack the educational administrative system of Beijing University?

Zhou Ying put away the three papers blankly.

**

Over here, Qin Ran, Cheng Juan, and the others left the school.

It was the afternoon, and it just happened to be lunchtime.

They were prepared to have their meal.

Cheng Mu had already booked a hotel in advance. At this moment, they all sat inside a room.

Cheng Mu hung the parasol at the side.

Qin Ling held his phone, his gaze following Cheng Mu’s hand as he put down the parasol.

“Do you need anything?” Cheng Mu noticed his stare and asked.

Retracting his gaze, Qin Ling shook his head coldly.

“Uncle, are you planning to stay in Beijing for a while this time?” Cheng Juan poured Qin Hanqiu a cup of tea, his eyes lowered, and his tone very polite.

Qin Hanqiu had a very good impression of this young man and didn’t see him as an outsider. He thought for a while and cleared his throat. “It seems… my family found me.”

“Your family?” Cheng Juan looked up.

“I was abducted to Ninghai Town when I was a kid.” Qin Hanqiu didn’t mask the truth from Cheng Juan. He held the teacup and fell deep in thought. “Two months ago, someone discovered me in Ninghai Town.”

He didn’t know the details except that they had told him to come to Beijing first. Glancing at Qin Ran, he stammered in a low voice, “Ran Ran, are you willing to…”

“No.” Propping up her chin with one hand and turning her phone with the other, she flatly rejected him before he could finish his sentence.

Qin Hanqiu had already expected this result.

Qin Ran hadn’t been close to him when she was young, as he had paid more attention to Qin Yu. But now…

He sighed inwardly and stopped talking.

“Uncle, where are you staying now?” Cheng Juan could tell that Qin Ran was rather indifferent to Qin Hanqiu, but rather friendly towards her brother instead.

Qin Hanqiu returned to his senses. “I don’t know. It’ll take a while for Uncle Qin to contact me.”

Nodding, Cheng Juan leaned against the back of the chair and placed his hands on the armrests. He glanced at Qin Ran and smiled. “You can send me a WeChat once you’ve confirmed the address.”

They had already added each other on WeChat.

Qin Hanqiu picked up the chopsticks. “Okay.”

On good terms, the two of them drank a little bit of wine during the meal and chattered incessantly. Qin Hanqiu talked most of the time while Cheng Juan listened.

Qin Ran already learned her lesson from last time and didn’t let them drink too much this time.

After finis.h.i.+ng their meal, “Uncle Qiu” had yet to contact Qin Hanqiu.

Qin Ran knocked on the table impatiently and turned to ask Qin Ling, “What’s the matter with Uncle Qin?”

“I don’t know.” Qin Ling’s head was lowered as he played the mini-game on his phone, and he only looked up when Qin Ran asked him a question.

She wanted to say something else.

But the phone in Qin Hanqiu’s pocket finally rang. The “Uncle Qiu” he talked about had finally called.

On the phone, Uncle Qiu asked Qin Hanqiu for the address, but he subconsciously glanced at Cheng Juan questioningly. Cheng Juan filled him in.

Once he hung up, he stood up and said to Cheng Juan, “You don’t have to wait with me. Uncle Qiu will reach soon.”

Cheng Juan glanced at Qin Ran. Losing patience from the long wait, she lowered her head and slowly peeled off a lollipop wrapper.

They went downstairs.

The sky wasn’t completely dark yet, but the street lights had already been turned on.

Qin Hanqiu stood under a streetlamp and waved to them. “Go ahead first. There are many mosquitoes on the roadside.”

“Ok, Uncle. Be careful by yourself.” Cheng Juan bid farewell to him politely. “We’ll leave first.”

After confirming that Uncle Qiu was coming to pick Qin Hanqiu up, Cheng Juan and Qin Ran left first without waiting.

Standing under the streetlamp, Qin Hanqiu looked down at Qin Ling.

He was still playing his game.

He pursed his lips and said, “Xiao Ling, you must remember your sister if you become rich in the future.”

Still fixated on his game, Qin Ling muttered, “Ok.”

“I know you often skipped cla.s.ses to go to your sister’s school when you were young.” Qin Hanqiu reached out to pat his head, then sighed and stopped talking.

Qin Ling paused.

Since young, he had often heard that he was identical to his sister, so he had often skipped cla.s.ses just to go to Ninghai Middle School to see his sister that everyone talked about…

As they talked, a car slowly stopped beside them.

“Just them?” An old man with slightly gray hair sitting in the co-pilot seat squinted his turbid eyes and sized up the two of them, his voice very cold.

The middle-aged man in the driver’s seat nodded.

The old man looked away disappointedly. “He doesn’t have the slightest demeanor of the Old Master. Tell them to get in the car first. We’ll head to Yunjin Community before going back.”

The middle-aged man said, “I heard that the Second Master also has two daughters…”

“Don’t bother.” The old man waved his hand. His tone was dull, and he looked indifferent. “There’s no need.”

The middle-aged man said no more and opened the door to look for Qin Hanqiu.

**

At the same time, Qin Yu also returned to the Shen family’s house.

She wasn’t in the right state of mind today and was beside herself.

Old Master Shen and the others were waiting for her. He smiled inadvertently at the sight of her and asked in a gentle voice, “Yu’er, how was today’s exhibition compet.i.tion?”

“It was okay.” Clenching the chopsticks in her hand, Qin Yu looked down and avoided Lin Wan and the others’ gaze.

“I knew it.” Lin Wan smiled. “Yu’er is the only sixth-grade violinist. She must be Number 1 this time.”

Qin Yu’s grip tightened around the chopsticks.

She had done her utmost trying to win the spot in Continent M and had even changed her number plate regardless of Master Wei to impress Mr. Engel. She originally thought that she would crush Qin Ran beneath her feet and display a breathtaking performance now that she was in the sixth-grade…

Who would have thought that Qin Ran could reach the seventh-grade so taciturnly?!

She had suffered a crus.h.i.+ng defeat in this exhibition compet.i.tion, and her a.s.sessment result was even similar to w.a.n.g Zifeng’s!

At the seventh-grade, she could even apply as a teacher and accept disciples in the a.s.sociation… The sixth- and seventh-grade were critical junctures, but no matter how confident Qin Yu was, she didn’t think she could reach the seventh-grade within a year…

This gap couldn’t be made up for with time…

Thinking of what she once said to Qin Ran, she was at a loss as to how to describe her current emotions.

Failing to notice her misplaced expression, Lin Wan continued smiling. “Yu’er, shouldn’t you post a video on Weibo? You haven’t posted a video for almost half a month. Your fans are urging you.”

Qin Yu had always run her Weibo and usually had people helping her to film videos. Because she was good-looking and talented, she had attracted a large fan base.

She had also posted her college entrance examination results. After surpa.s.sing 10 million fans on Weibo and approaching 12 million now, she had become a popular blogger.

Various advertisers contacted her every day.

But she didn’t value those advertis.e.m.e.nts and never paid attention to them. She had even written a sentence on her Weibo: [I only focus on music, I don’t do advertis.e.m.e.nts.]

She had attracted many fans because of this.

“I know. I’ll post it right after going upstairs.” Nodding, she had no appet.i.te and only took a few bites before getting up. “I’m going upstairs to practice.”

Upstairs, she returned to her room and flipped through her inventory.

She chose a video and posted it on Weibo.

After a while, various notifications followed.

She clicked on the comment page and saw a comment that was most liked and popular—

Little Wood Fish: [Ahhhhh G.o.d Blogger! She actually knows the overtone!]

On the other side of Weibo, the user watched Qin Yu’s video several times before reluctantly putting down her phone.

Before long, her friend sent her another post—

[Look at this. This young lady on the hot search is better than the blogger you follow, right?]

She suspiciously clicked on the link and opened Weibo to see a video of a girl she had never seen before playing the violin.

She fell in love from the tense opening and was heartily engrossed in the various violin techniques that followed one after another. However…

Halfway through, she turned off the video and read the description on the post: Original composition.

She narrowed her eyes.

And left an angry message—

Little Wood Fish: [Excuse me, blogger. Why does this person’s original composition sound like @Qin Yu’s video in her early days?]