The three of them went to check in their luggage and got their plane tickets.
After finding her seat, Qiao Nian put her shoulder bag on her left hand side, walked over, took out her cell phone, and sent a WeChat message to someone.
[QN: Let’s go.]
After sending this WeChat message, she turned off her phone and started chatting with Liang Conglin and Du Mingwei.
She didn't talk much, and most of the time the two of them were asking her about the details of the competition, and Qiao Nian answered lazily.
She answered whatever they asked.
She looked very calm and composed, as if she was under no pressure. She had her hat brim pulled down low and was leaning back in her seat, with a little gap showing through which her sleepy, half-closed eyes could be seen.
Du Mingwei looked at her injured right hand several times while chatting with her.
Seeing Qiao Nianyun's calm look, he swallowed all his words of concern and pretended nothing happened.
He should remind the girls about some matters concerning the competition, such as the competition time and rules, etc., and he did so in a rigorous and serious manner as usual.
As for the final ranking that Qiao Nian could get, Du Mingwei felt that he had let it go.
Just as the principal had told him, being able to make it to the finals of a world-class IT competition was already a huge improvement for China.
As a human being, you must learn to be content.
When Du Mingwei thought about it, the burden on his shoulders was immediately relieved. He carefully explained the rules of the finals to Qiao Nian.
After saying that, he changed his previous serious expression, his brows softened, and looking at the girl who had been listening to him attentively, he reached out and pressed Qiao Nian's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Let's treat this final as a game. When playing, the most important thing is to have fun. Don't care too much about winning or losing. As long as you have fun, we have won."
Qiao Nian herself had never thought of losing, but when he pressed her shoulders and comforted her softly, she still revealed her overly eye-catching face under the brim of her hat, and her beautiful eyes reflected Du Mingwei's gentle face.
She raised her uninjured left hand, pulled down the brim of her hat, suppressed the wildness in her eyes, nodded her chin calmly and casually, and responded calmly: "Yeah."
Seeing that she was no longer under any psychological pressure, Du Mingwei felt relieved. He smiled slightly and turned to talk to Liang Conglin about the reception after the plane arrived.
After the plane took off, the cabin became quiet.
Liang Conglin and Du Mingwei got up early in the morning and talked about many issues related to the bypass. They were both a little tired, so they stopped talking.
Qiao Nian asked the flight attendant for an eye mask and a blanket. Although she didn't sleep, she closed her eyes and took a short nap in her seat.
It takes three hours to fly around the city.
The plane flew smoothly through the thick clouds at an altitude of nine thousand meters.
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On the other side, around the city.
As a third-tier city, Raocheng seldom hosts large-scale events.
This software competition is the biggest event in the past few years.
The stadium to be used for the final was blocked three days in advance and various preparations were made.
In addition, half of the largest five-star hotel around the city was booked to accommodate contestants and their staff from overseas.
The International IT Association also sent people here this time.
People from the domestic IT association arrived early, arranged accommodation for these people, and started the reception work long ago.
(End of this chapter)