Du Mingwei listened to her casually saying "I studied it" and then handed over the robot operating system to him. His mouth twitched, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. The most common emotion in his heart was reluctance. He carefully placed the USB flash drive that Qiao Nian gave him on the desk, and brought up the previous topic again without giving up: "Qiao Nian, do you really not consider transferring to our computer department?"
Qiao Nian raised an eyebrow and looked at him with his dark eyes angrily, as if he didn't understand why he brought up this again.
Didn’t she refuse last time
Du Mingwei could tell what she was thinking from her face, so he gave a bitter laugh and said, "I just think that you have made it to the finals this time. Even if you don't win a place in the end, you are already one of the best in your age group in the field of computer science. It's a waste for you to study Chinese medicine with such a great talent."
Du Mingwei has been teaching for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has seen a student as talented in computers as Qiao Nian.
Such a golden nugget was placed in front of him, but the student was from another department.
He wanted to vomit blood just by looking at it.
When he thought about Qiao Nian, whose hands were born for coding, picking Chinese herbal medicines for people in front of a row of small drawers in the future, his heart bled.
Whenever he thought of this, he couldn't eat or sleep well. He just wanted Qiao Nian to turn back from his wrong path, quickly discover his own talent, and choose the path that he should take...
Du Mingwei stared at her with a burning gaze, his eyes full of fanatical expectation: "Really, it would be a waste if you don't learn computer science. Come to our department! We will definitely teach you well and teach you everything we have learned in our life!"
When Qiao Nian heard that he wanted to teach her "all his life's learning", she felt as if a string was stretched at the back of her head, causing her head to ache. She pressed her temple helplessly and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Professor Du, why don't you go and discuss it with my teacher?"
Du Mingwei: “…”
Qiao Nian’s teacher is Mr. Huang, one of the only two honorary professors at Tsinghua University and one of the honorary presidents of the World Medical Organization.
He ran to Mr. Huang and said: I have taken a fancy to your last disciple, why don't you give your student to me
Du Mingwei thought about Mr. Huang's reaction, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he immediately gave up the idea.
She forced herself to pull up the corners of her twitching mouth, her smile was uglier than crying: "Haha, forget it. I'm just suggesting, suggesting. Don't tell Mr. Huang."
Qiao Nian put her things into her bag, zipped up her shoulder bag, and responded rather casually: "What?"
"Say I want you to transfer..." Du Mingwei stopped talking halfway when he saw the girl's pure black and white eyes. He immediately understood what she meant and shut his mouth immediately, not mentioning the transfer again: "Nothing, nothing. I didn't say anything and you didn't hear it."
In a blink of an eye, Qiao Nian had packed up his things, pulled down the brim of his hat, nodded, and greeted Du Mingwei and others coolly: "Then Professor Du, I'm leaving first."
"Okay, I'll go back and study your homework." Du Mingwei looked at the girl's free and easy back and waved his hand reluctantly.
Qiao Nian raised his hand gracefully and walked away without looking back.
She took out her cell phone with one hand, looked down at the message, and walked out.
When I was about to leave, I happened to meet a few students entering the office. They seemed to be a group moving teaching materials.
(End of this chapter)