Qiao Nian restrained his aura, lazily stood up from the bar, walked to the table, picked up the backpack on the coffee table, and then walked towards the door with his long straight legs swinging.
Open the door.
She originally thought that the person knocking on the door was Liang Conglin, asking her to get ready to leave.
Unexpectedly, the person who caught my eye was a young man. He had an ordinary appearance, and his height of 175 cm was the type that he could not be spotted in a crowd. He was dressed very formally, with a black shirt and a well-ironed suit, and he seemed to have a Bluetooth headset in his ear.
When Qiao Nian looked up, he saw the Bluetooth headset in his ear flashing brightly. Someone must be giving him instructions remotely.
The young man saw the door open.
A girl came out. She looked very young. She had a baseball cap on her head with the black brim hanging down, which made her look quite casual.
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately adjusted his mood, lowered his head very respectfully, not daring to look again, and handed Qiao Nian an envelope with both hands: "Hello, Miss Qiao."
"This is a gift my master asked me to give you."
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Liang Conglin, Tian Jing and their group had just returned and were walking towards the room when they saw Qiao Nian open the door. A strange man with an unfamiliar face was standing at the door and handed her something.
"Who is this?" the physics professor asked curiously.
Liang Conglin pursed his lips and shook his head, not knowing either: "I don't know. I don't know him. Maybe he's a friend of Qiao Nian's?"
When Tian Jing heard the words "Qiao Nian's friend", she looked forward and then quickly looked away. There was a purple spot under her eyelids. It was obvious that she had not slept well last night, just like Liang Lu, and got up early in the morning, which made her expression even more dull and numb.
After what happened to Qi Rongguang yesterday, she no longer wanted to know the background of this freshman in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
She just wanted to return to Beijing safely.
Never mess with this girl named Qiao Nian again, and focus on her research.
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When Qiao Nian saw the envelope handed to him, he did not reach out to take it at the first time. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the logo on the envelope.
His tone was quite calm: "Go back and tell him that it's not necessary. I've already bought the plane ticket."
The young man blocking her door seemed to be in an awkward position. He raised his head again and stood up a little straighter with his back straight.
Qiao Nian saw the light of the Bluetooth headset on his left ear flashing and guessed that the person on the other end should have heard what he said.
Sure enough, after a few seconds, the young man lowered his eyes and handed the envelope over again respectfully.
"Miss Qiao, our master said that these are the tickets for you and your teachers. He has checked you in and upgraded your cabin to first class."
Qiao Nian hasn't spoken yet.
The other party raised his eyes again, and spoke word by word in a serious manner, like a repeater: "He asked you to accept this gift. He said he was busy this time and didn't have time to come to see you in person. This is his little token of his appreciation. You don't sleep well, and the flight time is long. First class is more comfortable than business class, so at least you can get more rest on the plane."
Qiao Nian looked up and saw Liang Conglin and others not far away. His eyes darkened and he was quite annoyed. He took the envelope from them and said nothing more, "Tell him thank you for me. I'll transfer the money to him later."
(End of this chapter)