The moment the transcript was obtained, the stone in Dong Qiangqiang's heart finally fell to the ground.

As he expected, he failed the course in German politics.

Although he started to get sick since he returned to Germany, relying on the good foundation 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 very excellent, 1.3 to 1.7 is considered "excellent", 2.0 to 2.7 is considered "good", 3.0 to 3.7 is considered "medium", 4.0 means passing, and after 4.0, it is considered as failing and requires a make-up exam.

Dong Qiangqiang's usual political exam scores are mostly within the scope of "good", but this time he only got 3 points, one "success".

The average scores of each subject are equal, and the average score of 1.8 points is obtained. Although this score is still within 2 points, it can still be considered "excellent", because of this 3 points, Dong Qiangqiang is not sure if his score in a single subject is "good", then whether his final score in the first semester can be considered "excellent". The teacher has not explained this regulation.

In addition, he also heard that when some German public universities accept freshmen, they not only look at the average scores of the applicants, but also check whether the applicants' scores in individual subjects meet the minimum score requirements of the university for the subject. But now that things have come to this point, it is useless to say more, so he can only work hard for the second semester.

In reason, he sighed in his heart.

Although today is the last day of the first semester of the preparatory course, the political teacher who finished the paper did not mean to be dismissed early, but opened the lecture notes and continued to teach the new lesson. Dong Qiangqiang was not attentive when he listened, and his thoughts floated out of the window through the bright glass.

Outside the window was the common haze in Germany in winter, with cloudy clouds, and the howling north wind blew all the trees beside the window, just like the head of a political teacher. A little light leaked out from the gaps of the large clusters of dark clouds. He was watching attentively, but he didn't notice that Qu Shan, who was sitting in front of him, turned his head quietly, winked at him, and threw a ball of paper onto his table.

The paper ball was not big, and she seemed too strong. She saw the paper ball bounce on the table and landed at his feet.

Dong Qiangqiang spread out and kneaded into a ball of paper, and a line of words came into view: There is a party to celebrate the end of the first semester in the preparatory school tonight. Will you come?

He knew that German students had a tradition of gathering every day, but he was really not interested in participating in this kind of ineffective social interaction. He folded the paper and placed it on the corner of the table, just in time to meet Qu Shan's gaze. He didn't say anything, and turned his eyes out the window again, even if he declined. Qu Shan glared at him in confusion, as if saying, "You are like this, are there any other things you need to be busy with?"

Finally, the students in the classroom walked cleanly in the blink of an eye. Dong Qiangqiang stood up slowly from the chair, like an elderly man moving step by step outside the classroom.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom door, someone sighed behind him: "They all said you are working hard to make money, but just like you are now, what kind of job can you do?"

Dong Qiangqiang knew that the person who was talking was Qu Shan. He continued to move forward carefully and replied without looking back: "I won't make things difficult for everyone. You can eat, drink and have fun."

"You are the most mysterious person in our class. Except for the party that started school, you can't see you at every party later." Qu Shan rushed to Dong Qiangqiang's right and looked at his injured leg. "Are you short of money when working like this?"

In addition to copying notes from Qu Shan’s political class from time to time, Dong Qiangqiang has no friendship with Qu Shan. He doesn’t like to talk in a simple and profound way, especially when talking about money, so he immediately pretends to be concerned about the topic: “It’s the end of the month soon, will you return to China during the Chinese New Year?”

Qu Shan obviously had no intention of being too careful and continued: "(Winter vacation) is only one month, (time) is too short, I won't go back this year. I plan to go to Paris for the New Year..."

"Then I wish you a successful battle." Before she could finish her words, Dong Qiangqiang could not wait to end the conversation.

"Hey, you know? After January 1, Germany began to force the use of euros, and 1 euro is equal to two marks." Qu Shan continued, "Of course, the German mark can still be used for a while, but banks, ATMs and shopping malls have started to use euros. I guess the marks may use less and less in the future."

Of course, Dong Qiangqiang knew that the political teacher talked about this last year: Germany belongs to both the EU member states and the euro zone member states. Unlike some European countries, Germany only wants to become part of the EU to enjoy the benefits of clearance exemption, but is unwilling to incorporate into the unified monetary system of the euro. For example, the UK has been vigorously promoting the euro. But at this moment, Qu Shan suddenly said that this is probably not just to remind him to pay attention to the euro as simple as the euro. She should have other things to say.

Before they knew it, the two walked to the school gate. Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang did not respond, Qu Shan couldn't help but said bluntly: "I have something to discuss with you..."

"Tell me." Dong Qiangqiang didn't see his pickup truck in the preparatory parking lot, and was slightly surprised. He glanced at his watch. It was already past the time he had agreed with Lei Lanting. Could it be that he went to catch the wild boar alone again?

"Since... Mark is already a thing of the past, if you copy my notes in the future, can you also use the euro?" Qu Shan's face looked a little unnatural.

"Yes." Dong Qiangqiang agreed very happily.

"Also, you haven't attended class for a long time and may not know much. Now there are more and more political notes. I need to check a lot of information to organize the notes. Moreover, the copy prices given by some students are higher than you. I am worried that inconsistent prices will affect the unity among students..."

Qu Shan suddenly became hesitant, but Dong Qiangqiang immediately understood her implicit meaning.

"So how much does it cost to copy notes with you next semester?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't like to go around in circles.

"It's only 10 euros..." Qu Shan blurted out, but when she saw Dong Qiangqiang's eyes, she became guilty again, "But you can get 20% off, 8 euros..." She turned her eyes to the hazy sky.

Before Dong Qiangqiang could answer, his cell phone made a harsh ringtone. He took out his cell phone and put it in his ear: "Hello!"

"Is it Dong Qiangqiang? I am Wolfgang, a police officer of the Hanover Police Department." The other party's voice sounded quite polite. "We have received reports and some things need to be verified with you. Please come to the Hanover Police Department as soon as possible, the faster the better."

Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but be stunned: Report? What does it mean?

"You just said someone reported me? Can I know what's going on?" Although I haven't dealt with the police for a while, Dong Qiangqiang was experienced after all, so he calmly asked the other party.

"Please come here as soon as possible, otherwise we will go to find you." The other party's politeness was a hint of deterrence.

Dong Qiangqiang did not do anything bad, and was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and immediately responded: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Qu Shan was still waiting for his reply. When he saw Dong Qiangqiang hanging up the phone, he immediately asked: "If you think it is expensive, we can communicate again..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw a white pickup truck racing towards the preparatory school gate in the distance.

Dong Qiangqiang walked down the steps in front of the door in two steps, watching the pickup truck from far to near until it stopped in front of him.

He pulled open the rear door and entered the car clumsy and cleverly. The door made a muffled sound. The pickup galloped away and threw Qu Shan alone.

"What a weird guy, I can't tell you if it's OK." Qu Shan muttered and took out her cell phone, dialed a random number. After the phone was connected, she happily asked the person on the phone, "Hey, are you going to the party tonight? Then I'll go to you now..."

"I can't go to the hospital with you to pick up Lao Bai first," Lei Lanting said frowned 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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Chapter completed!