Backstage.
Everyone in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine already knows the final results.
First place!
Zhou Moyan and the others were all shocked and speechless, especially Yin Wenzhi. Before she knew the result, the corners of her mouth were drooping and she looked sad, as if Qiao Nian and the others had already lost before the game even started.
The final results came out, Qiao Nian was first, Jiang Xianrou was second... She stood blankly in the backstage, and did not go over with Zhou Moyan and the others to congratulate Qiao Nian and Song Tian.
He just stood there with a complicated expression on his face. He wanted to say congratulations, but he felt too embarrassed to do so.
"We are number one! Song Tian, you are good enough."
"Our department actually took first place, you guys are so awesome!"
"Tsk, but my brother is uneducated, he can only say 'wow' to everyone."
Song Tian was surrounded by several people, who brought her water and patted her on the shoulders. Everyone was surprised by the sudden success.
Song Tian herself was quite embarrassed. She touched her earlobe, blushing, and looked over the crowd surrounding her at the girl drinking water in the corner: "This first place has nothing to do with me. It's all thanks to Qiao Nian. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have won first place."
She was speaking the truth.
In fact, everyone in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine knows the situation and everyone knows how the first place was won.
The reason why they surrounded Song Tian instead of Qiao Nian.
The main reason is that the girl gives people a very cold aura, and strangers are not allowed to approach her.
In fact, the boys wanted to go over and congratulate her, but the boss’s aura was too strong and they didn’t dare to get close.
Zhou Moyan was the most natural among the boys. When he heard Song Tian calling Qiao Nian, his eyes darkened and he walked towards the girl with water in his hand.
"Would you like to have lunch together at noon?"
The girl was leaning against the dressing table, playing with her phone, with her head down and the brim of her hat pulled down low. When she heard him talking to her, she slowly raised her head and put her phone back in her pocket: "No."
"oh."
Zhou Moyan had met her twice and probably knew her personality well. She might not go to dinner with them. There was no frustration on his handsome face. He put his hands in his pockets, smiled, and said, "Celebration banquet. Are you really not going?"
"No." Qiao Nian looked at him again, straightened her legs, which were long and straight, with rebellious brow bones and beautiful dark eyes.
She paused, her tone lazy and hoarse: "My dad is looking for me, and I have already promised to have lunch with him at noon. Maybe next time."
When Zhou Moyan heard that she was going to have dinner with her parents, he nodded and stopped forcing her: "Okay. We'll go by ourselves. If you want to come, call me and I'll send you the location."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian felt that she would most likely not go, but Zhou Moyan's words were a polite invitation, so she responded politely.
As for whether she would go to this meal in the end...
It's not that important.
Just basic social etiquette.
"Qiao Nian, aren't you going with us?" Song Tian broke away from the crowd and walked over, her baby face full of regret.
Qiao Nian had already taken her own things and spoke to her more gently than to Zhou Moyan: "I have something to do, you guys go eat."
"Oh, I see." Although Song Tian felt regretful, like Zhou Moyan, she did not force Qiao Nian to go.
She saw Qiao Nian unscrewing the bag containing the electronic piano with one hand, and then went over to lend a hand. She said worriedly: "How about I find a boy in the department to take you there? You can't carry such a heavy thing by yourself, I..."
Is it heavy? Qiao Nian raised his eyebrows. He didn't think the violin case was heavy. He put it on his back and said to Song Tian, "It's OK. It's not too heavy."
(End of this chapter)