After finishing the essay final, the leading teachers He Qiongfen and Wei Wenping finally fulfilled the students’ wishes and took everyone to the Bund. In the evening, they chose a barbecue stall with high online reviews to have barbecue together. Of course, beer was not allowed.

Allowed.

It was rare for the girls to come to such a big city. They were very excited to see the bustling scene and to pass the essay competition. During the dinner, they even played a small game of literary knowledge with two teachers. Who loses anyway?

It’s time to perform and sing.

Qin Ke didn't care about winning or losing. Anyway, it was enough to see that Ning Qingyun could smile and blend in. Even if he lost, he would not hesitate to sing. When he sang two children's songs in a row, Li Lin raised an objection and asked Qin Ke to sing instead.

Pop songs.

Qin Ke spread his hands: "I can sing children's songs with simple melodies. If I sing pop songs, they will be out of tune. If not, the rhythm will be completely wrong."

Everyone didn't believe it. Qin Ke casually sang a song called "Compendium of Materia Medica" that was popular recently by Jay Chou, and it turned out that it was all out of tune, and the rhythm was exactly wrong.

All the girls laughed and bent over. One girl clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Brother Ke, it turns out that you are not good at something. We thought you were capable of everything."

Qin Ke was not afraid to expose his shortcomings. He took out his pen and drew a picture of mountains, water, trees and a small house: "In addition to not being good at singing, I am not good at drawing either. In addition to mathematical graphics, I have to draw other things, and my level is about

It’s almost like a kid in kindergarten. I feel like my talent in this area has been taken away by my sister.”

When the girls saw that his drawings really looked like children's graffiti, they burst into laughter. Even the two teachers were happy, secretly thinking that there really are no all-rounders in the world. Of course, someone like Qin Ke, who was good at liberal arts and had a blast in science, was already a monster.

Ning Qingyun thought of the hand-drawn "Oriental Secret Code" that Qin Ke gave her as a birthday gift. It was indeed like a child's graffiti, and she couldn't help but purse her lips and chuckle, and at the same time she felt sweet in her heart.

Although Qin Ke is not very good at painting, it can be seen that she is very serious in painting. Moreover, Qin Ke taught the real Eastern secrets step by step, and she did not have to learn according to hand-drawn graphics.
Chapter completed!