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If Qiao Nian didn't want to go to the game in the afternoon, Ye Wangchuan naturally didn't want to go either.

In the end, only Zhang Yang and Tang Ning were left in the Qin Si team's game, and they booked a private room in Lanting, the old place.

Qin Si was afraid of being bored, so he called some people over. Anyway, Qiao Nian didn't go, and his celebration banquet was no smaller than the scale of the Medical Association.

……

Back to the apartment.

Grab and grab.Qiao Nian went back to the room to take a shower, put on a bathrobe and sat at the desk.

Her legs were crossed, and a section of white collarbone was exposed under the bathrobe. The whole person was very loose, and when she sat there, she had a kind of aura that exploded.

Because it's been a long time since I drew a design drawing, Qiao Nian didn't have any inspiration for a while.

She opened the old-looking laptop, called up the drawing software, took out a picture book from the drawer, unzipped the shoulder bag, found a 2B pencil for drawing from the pencil case, and took out another picture book. Taking out the knife, he sharpened the tip of the pen in a leisurely manner.

Seeing that the pencil was about to be sharpened, at this moment, the phone she left on the table lit up.

Qiao Nian glanced over there, thinking that it was Yuan Yongqin calling to urge her to write, who knew it was still Huang Lao.

She dropped the half-sharpened pencil and picked it up with a headache. Although she was a little bored, Qiao Nian's tone was still patient and polite: "Hello, teacher."

"Did I bother you?" Elder Huang had a calmer force than Nie Mi. Although his voice sounded muddy, it was clear and gentle.

Qiao Nian leaned back on the chair, stared lazily at the brushes and white paper on the table, lowered her eyelashes, and said, "No."

"Teacher, do you have something to do with me?"

She knew that Mr. Huang was not someone who would bother her.

At least from the entrance exam to now, Mr. Huang hasn't called her a few times. He only called her on the day when the results of the college entrance examination came out to congratulate her on winning the national examination paper.

Later, when she came to Beijing, her family held a school entrance banquet for her. Mr. Huang also called her to explain that he didn't know that she was going to hold a school entrance banquet. The school entrance banquet...

Except for these two times, Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes, as if she couldn't remember any other time when she called her.

Just today, the other party made two phone calls in a row.

She asked directly, and the other party did not practice Tai Chi, and asked her in a gentle tone: "There is something wrong. Have you published academic papers in academic journals or websites?"

"??"

Qiao Nian was distracted for a moment, and she groaned, as if she didn't expect Huang Lao to ask her this.

厺厽 Pen Fun Pavilion 厺厽.Mr. Huang spoke calmly, and said softly: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't have one, I'll just ask you."

巘戅戅舒趣阅m戅。Qiao Nian put his hand on the desk and tapped lightly, twice, thinking for a moment, just when the other party was about to give up: "Is there no? No..."

She seemed to remember something, and replied slowly: "...It seems that I have posted an article."

The tone of Huang Lao on the other end of the phone was obviously a little surprised, or unexpected: "Have you sent it?"

"Yeah." Qiao Nian turned on the computer, dug out his previous documents, and asked concisely, "A website is also available?"

"As long as it's an academic website."

"Okay." Qiao Nian dug out his own records, leaned back on the chair, and said, "I sent you the link."

*

On the other side, the Yufu lounge.

The medical association's celebration banquet was held in the banquet hall on the third floor, and it's not over yet.