The top-notch movie queen wears books, disguises herself as a man and is handsome all over the world

Qin Jingyu took his ID card and signed up at the driving school in the afternoon. He had accompanied Lei Wujie to this driving school before, so he was already familiar with driving.

When registering, in the office, the employee who registered the information looked over and over at the ID card in his hand, and then compared the people in the photo in disbelief, and finally alerted the manager of the driving school.

After comparing the photos again and again, there was no doubt that it was the legendary mathematician Qin Jingyu.

Since they learned that the genius mathematician was a student of No. 7 Middle School, No. 7 Middle School is now popular in many colleges and universities. Their driving school is near No. 7 Middle School, and they also thought that they might meet this celebrity one day.

Unexpectedly, I actually met them today, and it was a real person who wanted to come to them to take a driver's license test.

Qin Jingyu wore a baseball cap and greeted the manager, but she wanted to pass the driver's license exam in a low-key manner. She calculated that in addition to the necessary study hours, she should be able to get her driver's license in about half a month, just in time. Time to go abroad for the Fields Medal.

The manager certainly welcomed the celebrity mathematician who came to their driving school to learn driving, and cooperated with him throughout the process. As long as Qin Jingyu agreed to get his driver's license, they could use this as a gimmick to promote the driving school.

As long as it is not suspected of false propaganda, Qin Jingyu will not refuse.

After signing in and signing, Qin Jingyu left with Zhao Xilie.

Other staff at the driving school gathered around curiously, "Here I go, was that really Qin Jingyu just now?"

"Oh my god, that face is even prettier than a celebrity."

"If nothing else, his temperament and expression are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"I didn't expect that he would actually come to our driving school."

"What happened to our driving school? Who made us close to No. 7 Middle School?"

"Mom, I just secretly took a photo from a distance. I really want to post it and show it off."

The manager said excitedly: "Go, go, don't say anything nonsense, and you are not allowed to send photos. Keep it secret first. From now on, this name will be the living sign of our driving school."

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After coming out of the driving school, Zhao Xilie suddenly thought, "Is your high school near here?"

Qin Jingyu nodded, "Imperial City No. 7 Middle School."

Zhao Xilie: "It seems to be quite famous now."

Qin Jingyu couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard this. When she was here, she was far less famous than she is now.

Now those people are trying their best to send people to No. 7 Middle School. They just want No. 7 Middle School to train their sons and daughters to become the next Qin Jingyu.

Zhao Xilie: "Would you like to go and have a look?"

Qin Jingyu wanted to refuse, but remembered that she hadn't been back to No. 7 Middle School for at least a year. The last time she came was after she was recommended last year because of file matters. After she came to see the principal, she played a basketball game with Zhou Xingtong on the playground.

"Let's go and have a look." She said calmly.

Zhao Xilie was also interested in Qin Jingyu's alma mater and wanted to see what kind of school could cultivate such a genius.

The gate of No. 7 Middle School has not changed much.

Even the banners showing Qin Jingyu's gold medals at Princeton and Hong Kong last year are still there.

[Congratulations to Qin Jingyu, a student from our school, for winning the gold medal in the International Physics Competition. 】

[Congratulations to Qin Jingyu, a student from our school, for winning the gold medal in the International IMO Competition. 】

The two banners, a year later, except for being slightly faded by wind and rain, are still hanging high at the school gate.

Zhao Xilie took a look and said, "Hey, you are still hanging on the wall of your school."

Qin Jingyu: "..."

Um, hang it on the wall?

I hasten to emphasize that it is honor, not people.

Zhao Xilie: "I can see it. It's faded and I'm not willing to replace it."

She twitched her lips.

After admiring the banner in front of the school gate, Zhao Xilie took out his ID and went to negotiate with the guard. When he entered the school, Qin Jingyu was standing not far behind.

The security guard picked up the ID, looked at it, compared it again, and said to Zhao Xilie, "National Security Bureau?"

Zhao Xilie: "Yes, from the National Security Bureau."

Ordinary people would let me in if they heard about this department of the state, but this guard refused, "Why are the National Security Bureau members coming to our school? Do you have any documents?"

Zhao Xilie: "Well, I don't have any documents, so I just want to go in and visit."

"Do you know where our No. 7 Middle School is? If you want to go in and visit, you can go in and visit?"

Zhao Xilie: "..."

"Isn't this just a school?"

Is it still some kind of secret place?

"No, this is not an ordinary school. This is the school of mathematician Qin Jingyu. It trains the country's future talents. And it is class time now. It is not just for you outsiders to come and visit if you want."

The security guard said righteously. It was obvious that he was very proud to be the security guard of Qin Jingyu's alma mater.

And Qin Jingyu has become the flagship of Imperial City No. 7 Middle School, which is the envy of other schools.

Zhao Xilie: "..."

He turned to look at the young man wearing a baseball cap not far behind him. The young man lowered his head and smiled happily.

I didn’t expect No. 7 Middle School to be so powerful now.

Zhao Xilie originally wanted to say, have you seen Qin Jingyu? Qin Jingyu is right in front of you, and you may not be able to recognize him.

But the young man shook his head slightly and said forget it.

The security of No. 7 Middle School is now much stricter than before. Even if Zhao Xilie shows his ID in front, he will not be allowed in. It seems that the strictness has surpassed that of No. 1 Middle School.

Zhao Xilie came back with his ID, and said aggrievedly in the car: "Your school is too strict. I even showed my ID and wouldn't let you in."

You know, his certificate is from the Institute of Mathematics, and he can enter the experimental base of the National Security Unit, but he can't enter this small middle school.

She didn't want to take off her hat and tell the security guard that she was Qin Jingyu and let him go. This would be too stupid.

Originally, I wanted to call Lao Chen, the head teacher Chen Weifeng, and ask him to come down and lead them in.

But when I thought about the most stressful moment of Fan Zhengdong and his senior year in high school, he left messages on her WeChat Moments urging Zhou Xingtong to quickly improve his grades in cultural classes, so he put his phone away and said, "Next time, students are in class today, come back after the weekend." "

Zhao Xilie: "Alright."

Anyway, the driving school is nearby, and I guess I will come over during this period. I don’t necessarily have to go to the school today.

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Qin Jingyu had a driver's license in her previous life, but she couldn't stand the teacher's theory, which was updated every year, so she had to pick it up again.

But taking the driver's license test was much easier than solving those difficult problems, and developing an artificial heart was much easier. She just went through the theoretical knowledge briefly, and her brain could remember it.

At noon the next day, Qin Jingyu went to the Bo Consortium Building, and this time it was Assistant Xu Jie who came to pick her up.

"Master Jingyu, Mr. Bo is holding a cross-border meeting. Yi Zhu is taking notes along with him, so he ordered me to come down to pick you up."

Qin Jingyu was a little curious: "Assistant Xu, don't you guys take a break on weekends?"

She saw that the building of the Bo Group had quite a lot of employees on weekends.

Assistant Xu said with a smile: "We all work overtime voluntarily."

The overtime pay provided by the group is considerable.

Qin Jingyu choked.

If she volunteered to work overtime, she had nothing to say.

Xu Jie sent her to the office and asked her to stay by herself for a while, then went to order food.