She Becomes Ugly if She Doesn’t Study

"My name is Jiang Tao. I'm a sophomore majoring in economics at the School of Economics and Management. Which department is my junior going to report to?" the boy asked excitedly.

Tang Su saw that the other party was so enthusiastic, so he smiled and replied: "Cross Information Department."

"what……"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and he quickly helped the frame of his glasses, because he was afraid that the glasses would fall off.

The Cross-Information Center is the famous monk school of Qingda University. It is said that the number of girls in that department can be counted with ten fingers.

He didn't expect this school girl to be from a cross college.

This……

"I'll go first, senior..." Tang Su didn't know why the other party was so surprised, and she didn't want to ask. So he grabbed his suitcase and hurried away.

The boy returned to the position just now, and when he went back, he was surrounded by the classmates just now.

"Did you ask for any information?" Several boys asked impatiently.

In Qingda, beautiful women are the most scarce resource, because the ratio of male to female in the school is 4:1, and there are almost no beautiful women in this 25% of girls, basically talented women wearing a pair of myopia glasses.

In order to solve the important affairs of life, the boys of Qingda often have to go to Jingzhou University next door to find opportunities.

"One good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear?" The boy smiled and replied.

"Hurry up and talk less."

The boy then said: "The bad news is that this girl is not from our college, but from the Cross-Information Department. The good news is that she is really beautiful and her looks are beyond the table. That girl from Beijing University next door can't be with this schoolgirl at all. Compared, and I just watched it seriously, this school girl is 100% plain without makeup, and her facial features are very delicate."

The corners of the boy's mouth raised as he spoke.

Several other boys showed surprised expressions.

"No way, from the Cross Academy, is she a master of the competition, or the champion?" a boy said in surprise.

Because everyone knows that the cross-college gathers 50% of the top students from Qing University, and that department is all at the level of academic gods.

"It's possible..." the boy in the blue T-shirt replied.

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After continuing to walk three or four hundred meters, Tang Su saw the Student Management Center mentioned by Qiu Xiao. It was a three-story curved building with a prominent banner hanging at the entrance, which read: Welcome new students to report. .

On the road to the left of the student management center, there are many awnings. Tang Su glanced at them, and there were at least fifty or sixty of these awnings.

Tang Su turned around and walked towards this very conspicuous and lively road.

She thought that this should be the reception for freshmen, which is the first stop for freshmen to report.

After approaching, Tang Su saw very eye-catching words posted on each umbrella shed, which were the names of the departments.

Tang Su walked forward while watching.

The first thing she saw was the "School of Humanities", followed by the "Department of Finance", the reception area of ​​the "School of Economics and Management", followed by the School of Civil Engineering and Water Resources, the School of Environment, the School of Aeronautics and Astronautics, the School of Materials, the Department of Engineering Physics, and the School of Urban Construction ...

Tang Su's eyes were a little blurry.

She kept walking forward, until she was about to reach the end before she found out which department she was in.

More than ten meters behind is the reception desk of the School of Information Technology, followed by: Department of Computer Science, School of Software, Department of Electronic Engineering, Department of Automation, School of Electronic Engineering, Department of Interdisciplinary Information, and School of Integrated Circuits.

Tang Su stood in front of the reception, her figure was drawn very long under the sun.