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

In the end, the only thing left in the Qin Si group was Zhang Yang and Tang Ning and a large group of people went there, and they booked Lanting's private rooms, an old place.

Qin Si was afraid of boredom, so he called some people to come. Anyway, Qiao Nian didn't go, so the celebration banquet was no smaller than the scale of the medical association.

...

Back to the apartment.

Qiao Nian went back to the room and took a shower first, changed into a bathrobe and sat at the desk.

She crossed her legs, and a piece of white collarbone was exposed under her bathrobe. She was so scattered that she could not stand it. She would feel awesome when she sat there.

Because I haven't drawn a design for a long time, Qiao Nian has no inspiration for a while.

She opened the old-looking laptop, called out the drawing software, and then took out a picture book from the drawer, unzipped the shoulder bag, found the 2b pencil for drawing from the pencil bag, and then took out the 2b pencil for drawing from the pencil bag.

Use a knife and slowly cut the tip of the pen.

Just as the pencil was about to be sharpened, her cell phone that she threw on the table lighted up.

Qiao Nian glanced over there, thinking that it was Yuan Yongqin who called her to start writing, but who knew it was Huang Lao's.

She dropped the half-cut pencil and connected it with a headache. Although she was a little irritated, Qiao Nian's tone was still patient and polite: "Hey, teacher."

"I've disturbed you?" Old Huang had a more calm power than Nie Mi. Although his voice sounded turbid but clear, it gave people a gentle feeling.

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

"Teacher, do you have something to ask me for?"

She knew that Mr. Huang was not someone who would bother her without any trouble.

At least from the joint examination to the present, Mr. Huang has never called her for a few calls. Only the day the college entrance examination results came out, he called her to congratulate her on winning the top scorer in the national papers.

Later, she came to Beijing and her family held a school entrance banquet for her. Mr. Huang also called her and explained that she didn't know she was going to hold a school entrance banquet before. He was not in Beijing and could not come back for a while.

A school banquet...

Apart from these two times, Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes, as if she couldn't remember when she had called her.

Just today, the other party called two times in a row.

She asked directly, and the other party didn't play Tai Chi, and asked her in a gentle tone: "Something is wrong. Have you ever published academic papers in academic magazines or websites?"

“??”

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

Mr. Huang said softly in a calm tone, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't, I'll ask you."

Qiao Nian put his hand on the desk and tapped it gently, and then thought for a while, just as the other party was about to give up: "No? No, too..."

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

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

"Yes." Qiao Nian opened the computer, found his previous document records, and asked concisely: "The website is also OK?"

“Any website is OK.”

"Okay." Qiao Nian took out his record, leaned on the chair, and said, "I've sent you the link."

*

On the other side, the Imperial Palace Lounge.
Chapter completed!