Fake daughters are wealthy

Chapter 3 When I think of such hands, I will use them to grab herbs in the future

Du Mingwei listened to her casually say 'research' and handed it over to his robot operating system, the corner of his mouth twitched, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he could have all kinds of moods.The feeling that filled his heart most was reluctance, he carefully placed the USB flash drive that Qiao Nian gave him on the desk, and brought up the previous topic without giving up: "Qiao Nian, you really don't consider transferring to our computer department. Come?"

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows, and looked at him dryly with her dark eyes, as if she didn't understand why he brought this up again.

Didn't she already refuse last time?

Du Mingwei could see what she was thinking from her face, smiled wryly, and said: "I just think that you successfully entered the finals of the competition this time, even if you didn't get the ranking in the end, in the field of computer, you are already the best!" The most outstanding group of people in the age group. It is too wasteful for you to go to study Chinese medicine with such a good talent."

Du Mingwei has been teaching for more than ten years, and it was the first time he saw a student as talented as Qiao Nian in computer.

Such a golden lump in front of him is a student from another department.

He wanted to vomit blood just looking at it.

When he thought of how Qiao Nian's hands, which were born for codes, would grab Chinese herbal medicine for people in front of a row of small drawers in the future, his heart was bleeding.

Every time he thinks about this matter, he can't eat well or sleep well. He just wants Qiao Nian to know his way back, quickly discover his talent, and choose the path he should take the most...

Du Mingwei stared at her fiercely, his eyes full of fanatical anticipation: "Really, it would be a waste if you don't learn computers. Come to our department! We will definitely teach you well, and teach you everything we have learned in our life!"

When Qiao Nian heard that he was going to teach herself what he had learned all his life, there was a string in the back of her head, and she felt pain in her head. She pressed her temples helplessly, her voice hoarse: "Professor Du, why don't you come and talk to me?" The teacher discusses?"

Du Mingwei: "..."

Qiao Nian's teacher is Huang Lao, one of the only two honorary professors of Tsinghua University, and one of the honorary presidents of the World Medical Organization.

He ran to Mr. Huang and said: I have taken a fancy to your old man's closed disciple, why don't you give me your student?

Du Mingwei thought about Huang Lao's reaction, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he dismissed the idea directly.

Reluctantly pulled up the twitching corners of his mouth, his smile was uglier than crying: "Haha, forget it. I'm just a suggestion, a suggestion. Don't tell Mr. Huang."

Qiao Nian put her things into the bag, zipped up the shoulder bag, and responded quite casually: "What did you say?"

"Say I want you to transfer..." Du Mingwei spoke halfway, touched the girl's black and white pure eyes, immediately understood what she meant, immediately shut his mouth, and never mentioned the matter of transferring: "It's nothing, nothing, I have nothing. Say, you didn't hear either."

In a blink of an eye, Qiao Nian had already packed her things, pulled down the brim of her hat, nodded, and coolly greeted Du Mingwei and the others: "Then Professor Du, I'm leaving first."

"Okay, I'll go back and study your homework." Du Mingwei waved his hands reluctantly as he looked at the girl's free and easy back.

Qiao Nian raised her hands neatly, and walked away without looking back.

She took out her mobile phone with one hand, looked down at the message, and walked out.

When it was time to go out, I happened to meet a few students entering the office, who seemed to be organizing a group to carry teaching materials.