It was already 1:00 a.m. when the car arrived downstairs of the graduate dormitory.

Ding Junhui took out a small box with exquisite packaging from behind while Wen Shan was untiing her seat belt, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Wen Shan was stunned for a moment, and looked at the box in Ding Junhui's hand and did not take it as soon as possible, "Teacher Ding."

"Wen Shan, actually-"

"Ah, it's getting late. Teacher, thank you, thank you for sending me back." Wen Shan shouted and got out of the car in a hurry. Fortunately, there is no particularly strict access control in the graduate dormitory building, so you can enter by swiping your card.

Ding Junhui looked at the gift in his hand and looked up at Wen Shan who had already entered, as if he was scaring her?

Wen Shan ran back to her dormitory and threw herself on the bed. What was she running?

Wen Shan rolled around on the bed with her doll in her arms, and she became even more irritable. She lay on the bed, looking at the roof, her big eyes kept spinning, and then she quickly sat up. No, no, if this doesn't work, she should write her paper first.

Wen Shan thought, took out her laptop and saw the message Xiao Yaojing replied when she turned on it.

[Mrs. Beautiful and beautiful: Your brother is a pervert, I confiscated my cell phone. I got my cell phone after he slept. How are you? Are you back?

Wen Shan: I feel inexplicably that after being hurt by Brother Gu and the others, I was tortured by you again.

Wen Shan: I'm in the dormitory, sister-in-law, congratulations.

Wen Shan: But my brother has such combat power, is this a pure honeymoon baby?

After Wen Shan sent it, the computer opened. After she clicked on the document, she didn't see Xiao Yaojing reply.

[Mrs. Beautiful and beautiful: Why don’t you sleep in the middle of the night? I’ve been sending fewer messages to your sister-in-law recently, but she can’t see it.]

Wen Shan: “…”

Critical strike!

If you don’t send it, you won’t send it. Her brother is already nervous.

Wen Shan snorted, put her phone aside, looked at the blank document, and decided to go to the forum to see if there was any response to the paper she posted before.

This forum has an advantage, that is, even if it does not win the award, the judges will give some suggestions, which is also the reason why this forum is authoritative.

"bite--"

Sure enough, there was news, and Wen Shan hurriedly clicked on the email. Sure enough, she saw some suggestions given in it, which were basically a problem with her data.

Who knows that she, a PhD in physics, is simply a lame existence in data.

Wen Shan started typing after reading it, thanking her for her guidance.

[If life is just like the first meeting: keep working hard, you will be nominated for the best paper next time.]

If life was just like the first meeting, Wen Shan held her chin and looked at the sentence, the judge must be a young lady, a young lady who knows a lot about Chinese culture, and his names are so literary.

This sentence is a sentence in Nalan Xingde's words, it is Nalan-

Wen Shan shook her head, going crazy.

[Suddenly arriving: Thank you, Miss, Bi Xinxin!]

The person there was not replying. Wen Shan took the suggestion and revised the last report again, but this cannot be published. She still needs to write it again.

[If life is just like the first meeting: I just went to take a shower, sorry, or you can send it to me before publishing your paper next time, I'll check it for you.

Long-term: Really? Is this considered cheating?

If life is just like the first meeting: it doesn't count.]

Wen Shan almost jumped up when she saw this sentence. She was indeed rich and could meet noble people in the middle of the night.
Chapter completed!