The moment the transcript was received, Dong Qiangqiang's heart finally fell to the ground.
As expected, he failed the German politics course.
Although he began to fall ill since returning to Germany, relying on the good foundation he laid in China, his final exam scores in other courses were 1.3 points in German, 1.7 points in economics, 1.0 points in mathematics and 2.0 points in English. According to the German score system, 1 point is considered excellent, 1.3 to 1.7 is considered "excellent", 2.0 to 2.7 is considered "good", 3.0 to 3.7 is considered "average", 4.0 is considered passing, and 4.0 or above is considered failing. A make-up exam is required.
Dong Qiangqiang's usual political examination scores are mostly in the "good" category, but this time he only got 3 points, a "medium".
The scores in each subject were averaged, resulting in an average score of 1.8 points. Although this score is still within 2 points, it can still be regarded as "excellent", but because of this 3 points, Dong Qiangqiang is not sure whether his final score in the first semester can be considered "excellent" if the single subject score is "good". The teacher did not explain the rules in this regard.
In addition, he also heard that when accepting new students, the economics departments of some German public universities will not only look at the applicant's average score, but also check whether the applicant's individual subject scores meet the university's minimum score requirements for the subject. But now that is the case. There is no point in talking more. He can only work hard to get his grades in the second semester.
It was reasonable and expected, and he sighed in his heart.
Although today is the last day of the first semester of preparatory courses, the politics teacher who finished teaching the paper had no intention of ending the get out of class early. Instead, he opened the lecture notes and continued teaching a new lesson. Dong Qiangqiang listened inattentively, and his thoughts drifted out of the window through the bright glass.
Outside the window was the haze that is common in German winter. The clouds were thick and the howling north wind blew all the trees by the window as bare as the top of the head of the politics teacher. A little bit of light leaked out from between the gaps in the large clusters of dark clouds. He was so focused on watching that he didn't notice that Qu Shan, who was sitting in front of him on the left, quietly turned her head, winked at him, and quickly threw a paper ball on his table.
The paper ball was not big, and her strength seemed too strong. The paper ball bounced on the table and landed at his feet.
Dong Qiangqiang unfolded the crumpled paper, and a line of words came into view: There is a party to celebrate the end of the first semester in the preparatory department tonight, will you come?
He knew that German students had a tradition of partying at every turn, but he really had no interest in participating in such ineffective socializing now. He folded the paper and placed it on the corner of the table, just in time to meet Qu Shan's questioning gaze. He said nothing and looked out the window again, even if it was a polite refusal. Qu Shan glared at him in confusion, as if to say, "You are like this, don't you have other things to be busy with?"
Finally, after school, all the students in the classroom left in the blink of an eye. Dong Qiangqiang stood up from the chair slowly with two crutches and moved towards the outside of the classroom step by step like an old man.
As soon as he stepped out of the classroom door, he heard someone sigh behind him: "They all say that you are working hard to make money, but with the way you are now, what kind of job can you do?"
Dong Qiangqiang knew that the person speaking was Qu Shan without turning around. He continued to move forward carefully and replied without looking back: "I won't trouble everyone if I am sick. You can eat, drink and have fun."
"You are the most mysterious person in our class. Except for the party at the beginning of school, I can't see you at every party." Qu Shan quickly rushed to Dong Qiangqiang's right side and looked at his injured leg, "You work like this Are you short of money?"
Dong Qiangqiang had no friendship with Qu Shan except for copying Qu Shan's political class notes from time to time. He didn't like to talk to Qu Shan, especially when talking about money, so he immediately changed the topic with show of concern: "It's the end of the month soon. Are you going back to China for the New Year?”
Qu Shan obviously didn't have any thoughts, and she said casually: "It's only one month, it's too short. I won't go back this year. I plan to go to Paris for the Chinese New Year..."
"Then I wish you good luck in your shopping." Before she could finish her words, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't wait to end the conversation.
"Hey, you know, right? After January 1st, Germany began to use the euro compulsorily. One euro is equal to two marks." Qu Shan continued, "Of course the German marks can still be used for a while, but what about changing money at bank ATMs and shopping malls? People are starting to use euros, and I guess Marks will be used less and less in the future.”
Of course Dong Qiangqiang knows this. The politics teacher mentioned this last year: Germany is both a member of the European Union and a member of the Eurozone. Unlike some European countries, Germany is only willing to become a member of the EU and enjoy customs-free benefits, but is unwilling to merge into the unified currency system of the euro. For example, the United Kingdom has been vigorously promoting the euro. But at this moment, Qu Shan suddenly said this, maybe she didn't just want to remind him to pay attention to the euro, she probably had other things to say.
Unknowingly, the two of them walked to the school gate. Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang did not answer, Qu Shan could not hold back and said bluntly: "I have something to discuss with you..."
"Tell me." Dong Qiangqiang was slightly surprised when he didn't see his pickup truck in the preparatory parking lot. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already past the time he and Lei Lanting agreed. Could it be that he went to catch wild boars alone again?
"Since...Mark is already in the past tense, if you copy my notes in the future, can you also use euros?" Qu Shan's face looked a little unnatural.
"Okay." Dong Qiangqiang readily agreed.
"Also, you haven't been in class for a long time, so you may not know much about it. Nowadays, there are more and more political notes. I need to check a lot of information to sort out the notes. Moreover, some students are now offering higher copy prices than you. I I am worried that price inconsistency will affect the unity among classmates..."
Qu Shan suddenly became hesitant, but Dong Qiangqiang immediately understood what she meant.
"So how much will it cost to copy your notes next semester?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't like beating around the bush.
"Just 10 euros..." Qu Shan blurted out, but seeing Dong Qiangqiang's eyes, she became guilty again, "But I can give you a 20% discount, 8 euros..." She cast her eyes towards the hazy sky.
Before Dong Qiangqiang could answer, his cell phone made a harsh ringtone. He took out his phone and put it to his ear: "Hello!"
"Is this Dong Qiangqiang? I am police officer Wolfgang from the Hanover Police Department." The other party's voice sounded quite polite, "We have received a report and there are some things that we need to verify with you. Please come to the Hanover Police Station as soon as possible. , the sooner the better.”
Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but be stunned: Report? What's the meaning?
"You just said someone reported me? Can I know what it was about?" Although he hadn't dealt with the police for a while, Dong Qiangqiang was experienced and calmly asked the other party immediately and calmly.
"Please come here as soon as possible, otherwise we will come to find you." The other party's politeness contained a hint of intimidation.
Dong Qiangqiang did not do anything wrong and was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. He immediately responded: "Okay, I'll go right away."
Qu Shan was still waiting for his reply. Seeing Dong Qiangqiang hang up the phone, she immediately asked hurriedly: "If you think the price is expensive, we can communicate again..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw a white pickup truck speeding toward the preparatory school gate in the distance.
Dong Qiangqiang walked down the front steps in three steps and watched the pickup truck approaching from a distance until it stopped in front of him.
He yanked open the rear door and got into the car clumsily but deftly. The door made a muffled sound and the pickup truck sped away, leaving Qu Shan alone.
"What a weirdo. I don't know if it will work or not." Qu Shan muttered, took out his cell phone and dialed a number randomly. After the call was connected, he happily asked the person on the phone, "Hey, are you going to attend tonight?" Party? Then I will go to you now..."
"I can't go with you to pick up Lao Bai from the hospital first," Lei Lanting said with a frown while staring at the traffic on the road. "The police called me just now. I have to go to the police station first."
Dong Qiangqiang's eyes lit up instantly.
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