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Chapter eight hundred and sixty first(3/3)

Tao Meng twitched the corner of her mouth and made a gossipy expression: "Is she good to you?"

Yang Jingxing said dryly: "Okay... don't talk about this, it would be awkward."

Tao Meng nodded: "Well... let's not talk anymore, let's go."

Yang Jingxing agreed: "Shall I help you carry your bag?"

Tao Meng shook her head: "No need... did you go to Yu Xinting's residence?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Look, it's pretty good."

Tao Meng smiled: "I didn't expect that she would have this opportunity, because listening to her playing the piano didn't feel particularly good...but I'm not a professional either."

Yang Jingxing said: "It's not that you're unprofessional, it's that she's progressing quickly. I've only been away for three days."

Tao Meng nodded in agreement: "How was yesterday? Did you talk to the commander a lot?"

Yang Jingxing said: "We chatted for a while..."

After walking for a while, the two of them sat down on the lawn. Tao Meng did not use Yang Jingxing's coat to cushion his butt. He explained in detail Harvard's teaching methods. It was quite difficult to adapt to them at first. Seeing that the courses were arranged to be lectured by famous professors.

, but this professor’s lecture hours are actually very few and very concise, so there are often several professors teaching together in one course, and the discussion group is also very important...

Yang Jingxing understood that the time spent outside class was several times that in class, and there were too many necessary extracurricular activities, so time was very tight: "...Are many people still pretending to be relaxed and happy?"

Tao Meng smiled.

Yang Jingxing said: "Don't believe them, that's just me. In fact, I spend too much time that others can't see."

Tao Meng looked a little pleased: "But you and Qi Qingnuo have something in common."

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "The same major is not called a common language... One is willing to listen and the other is willing to speak, it is a common language, and those who both understand are too lazy to talk and lazy to listen."

Tao Meng twitched the corner of her mouth again.

Yang Jingxing said: "I originally liked listening to you talk about Impressionism, Neo-Impressionism, Fauvism, and then I listened to Qi Qingnuo talk about literature."

Tao Meng was modest: "I actually don't understand much."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "Qi Qingnuo is not very proficient, he only knows a little bit."

Tao Meng said: "It's enough to be proficient in one thing... let's not talk about that."

Yang Jingxing nodded and took the initiative: "Okay, let's make an agreement. Whoever commits a foul will have lunch."

Tao Meng hehe: "Okay..."

They were both stingy, and the conversation between the two of them was far away from the warning line. They walked back and forth, not cheerful but not indifferent. They arrived at the museum at almost ten o'clock. Tao Meng said that they were not asking for tickets, but they were donations.

So use the highest price to support art.
Chapter completed!
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