Qian Zhi looked at the scene in the kitchen, then turned around and looked at Song Qishen, who was standing behind and to her left.

The meaning contained in the eyes is very obvious.

In the eyes of outsiders, the life of the prince, who is strategizing, dignified and perfect, seems to be defined by a circle, with rules and order.

But such a proud man.

To be able to blow up the kitchen like this while cooking can be regarded as a strange story in Yincheng.

The contrast is so huge that it's still acceptable for the time being. I just don't know if it can make headlines in the entertainment version.

Moreover, after this, Qian Zhi's inner guesses have finally settled down to the key points.

Even if Song Qishen could cook, he could only cook at the level of half a drawer, and the bottles would slosh when they were not filled with water.

Generally speaking, for people who can cook, the kitchen will be kept very clean accordingly.

But Song Qishen is not like that. He is a very good negative example.

"How...how to deal with this?" Qian Zhi looked around for a while and decided to follow Song Qishen's opinion first.

Song Qishen seemed to be thinking about it, and he spoke after a long while, "This is... an accident."

Qian Zhi just looked at him and said nothing.

Um.

Then this was quite a surprise.

After staying in Nanyuan until the weekend afternoon, it was Song Qishen who sent Qian Zhi back to school. However, I don't know if it was her imagination. Ever since the bombing of the kitchen, Qian Zhi felt that Song Qishen spoke very little.

His face was also extremely cold as frost.

The peacock that used to spread its wings suddenly became noble and unattainable.

It's also a bit uncomfortable.

Qian Zhi thought about it carefully and felt that the symptoms were in that kitchen. She felt extremely funny in her heart.

But just because I think it's funny, I can't show it in front of him.

But even Qian Zhi could think of this level, let alone Song Qishen.

He could also catch the little girl's joy from time to time. Although it was secretive, he couldn't hide it.

When it was time to get out of the car, Qian Zhi unbuckled her seat belt and didn't seem to want to raise her head to look at him, she just wanted to run away in a hurry.

Song Qishen directly locked the car door and window, then pulled the person over and put a seal on the tip of his small and straight nose.

Not too big, not too small, just right.

It wasn't until Qian Zhi walked back to the dormitory in the cold wind that she finally recovered from the feeling just now.

Song Qishen has always been a man with ideas, but the bite he just made was less graceful and calmer. It was almost like venting his anger, with a bit of viciousness and a lot of force.

Qianzhi didn't dare to delay, she took out her phone, opened the screen and went straight to the topic.

At this moment, in the front camera.

The tip of Qianzhi's nose turned cherry-like crimson, as if she had been bitten by mosquitoes, piling up in a circle.

Qianzhi put her fingertips on the end of her nose and felt a slight tingling, as fine as needle pricks.

She was just about to use concealer to cover it up, but found that it was even more obvious.

Physical and psychological emotions were intertwined, causing Qianzhi's inner emotions to turbulence.

How can he do it! If he disagrees with you...that's it!!

Qian Zhi made some nonsense in her mind, and then, with a little uneasiness, she quickly walked through the main road full of sycamore trees and returned to the dormitory area in Shengjing.

As before, Tang Jiujiu was the only one who stayed at home conscientiously and didn't go anywhere.

But this time her greeting was not too warm, and her attention was entirely on the computer screen in front of her desk.

"Zhizhi, you're back. No, I've put your exam certificates and materials on the table for you, so don't lose them."

"Okay, I'm here." Qian Zhi put down her bag, sat down in her seat, lowered her head to open the folder, and looked at it carefully.

Tang Jiujiu didn't look over at him. Seeing this, Qian Zhi breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief and raised her hand to smooth her hair.

"But we have to leave this Thursday. The competition is on Friday and Saturday." Tang Jiujiu's attention was turned away and he stared at the screen, but he did not forget to ask Qian Zhizhi and ordered him one by one, "The squad leader said I need a leave letter."

Go to the counselor to open it, and when you get back, you can immediately ask the hospital to sell it."

"Then have you gone to drive?"

"No, aren't we waiting for you to come back together?"

This time period of the national design competition directly collides with Qian Zhi's usual classes, which is equivalent to clearing two full days of classes.

"We have to leave on Thursday. We have two days of competition on Friday and Saturday, and we will come back on Sunday?" Qian Zhi asked back, and quickly grasped the key point.

Tang Jiujiu responded vaguely and nodded, "Yes, we will stay in City Z for about three nights, and we can have some fun then."

"That's it."

Because she was going to other cities, Qian Zhi symbolically reported her itinerary to Song Qishen.

[Song Kongque: Do you want to stay there for four days? 】

[Qian Qian Loves Qianqian: Yes, in fact, Friday and Saturday are the official finals, and you have to draw numbers. If you are lucky, those who draw on Friday will not have to spend an extra day to stay there. 】

Although the content of the National Design Competition has undergone major innovations compared with previous years, the competition system arrangement remains the same as before.

Because there were quite a lot of people entering the semi-finals, the organizers simply divided it into two days and relied on drawing numbers to determine the order of everyone's exams. Because it involves the leakage of topic selection, the questions on the two days will definitely be different.

As the saying goes, generally it depends on strength, but partly it depends on luck.

[Song Kongque: Have you drawn a good number? 】

[Qian Qian Ai Qian Qian: No. You just have to go one day in advance, and the numbers will be drawn on-site on Thursday. How can it be so early? 】

[Song Kongque: Okay, also give me your hotel information and the boss’s phone number. 】

[Song Kongque: If it’s not safe, it can be just in case.]

[Qianqian loves Qianqian: Okay. 】

Because this trip is to participate in the national design finals, to a certain extent, passing the preliminary round will bring glory to the school, not to mention the results of the subsequent semi-finals. Therefore, the school is very optimistic about the trip of the three people.

Yes, it is a strongly supportive attitude.

In addition, you can also ask the college to reimburse all the expenses.

In this way, all expenses, including high-speed rail tickets, are booked in advance on the itinerary, with various information attached.

For the sake of convenience, Tang Jiujiu also made an electronic version of the itinerary, which was actually cheaper for Qian Zhi.

She sent the itinerary directly to Song Qishen.

Song's Building.

Song Qishen, who had just finished the meeting, was staring closely at the screen.

Half a moment.

He just looked up from his phone.

"Assistant Xia."

"What's wrong, Mr. Song?"

From the beginning, Assistant Xia followed Song Qishen out of the conference room and came to the president's office.

After that, what sounded in the huge office was the constant buzzing of news and nothing else.

At this moment, Song Qishen called him, and Assistant Xia, who had been quietly waiting for the call, quickly answered.

"There are only so many people named Lin around me."

Song Qishen slowly opened his mouth. This sentence seemed to be narrated to himself, but also seemed to be told to others.

Floating gently in the air, it is always unpredictable.

What is the surname Lin or not Lin?

A few beads of cold sweat slipped silently from Assistant Xia's forehead.

"Mr. Song?" Assistant Xia calmed down and tried calling Song Qishen.

The man was lazily leaning on his desk, his long eyes slightly lowered, and his jade-like fingertips were tracing the screen of his mobile phone.

At this moment, the eyes came over, and there was a look in the eyes, which made people feel hairy at the back.

"Oh, your surname is not Lin."

This tone sounded like a sudden realization, with a bit of hindsight.

Assistant Xia was silent for two seconds.

Of course.

His surname is not Lin, but Xia!
To be continued...