As soon as she got off the plane, she received a call from Nie Mi.
Qiao Nian pulled down his cap and walked out of the airport, while answering the phone: "Hello, Mr. Nie. What do you want to talk to me about?"
"I just wanted to say that thing on Weibo, well done!"
Nie Mi's tone was filled with joy.
"If you hadn't fought back so decisively, I and the school wouldn't know how to explain the dirty water thrown by the organizer."
Qiao Nian was completely confused. Her thick black eyelashes drooped down and she was holding the phone with her fingers, trying to figure out how to answer him.
Then Nie Mi continued to ask her in a happy tone: "By the way, the International Arrangement Competition Organizing Committee has returned the first place to you. The organizer also called me to apologize and asked me to convey his apology. What do you think we should say next?"
Qiao Nian had already walked to the side of the road.
Seeing a long line of taxis parked outside the airport, I walked to the nearest car, opened the door and got in. I said to the driver, "Master, let's go to Rhine Apartments."
"Okay." The driver turned the steering wheel quickly and drove the car in the direction she said.
Qiao Nian opened the car window halfway with his hands, letting the breeze from outside in to clear his mind a little, and then he organized his words to Nie Mi: "The Weibo post you mentioned should not have been posted by me."
She told Nie Mi that before boarding the plane, Ye Wangchuan asked her for her Weibo account password.
Then he put his hands on his legs and continued lazily, "Send me the WeChat message that the International Arrangement Competition Committee sent you. I'll take a look and then reply to you."
At the end, Qiao Nian did not forget to add politely: "Do you think it's okay?"
"Of course." Nie Mi understood what she said and agreed without saying anything: "Wait for me, I'll send it to you."
He said and hung up the phone.
Qiao Nian put his phone away, opened WeChat, found someone's profile picture, and sent him a message.
Her message was just sent successfully.
On the other end, Nie Mi had already sorted out all the emails and replies regarding the international arranging competition and sent them over.
Qiao Nian just happened to click on it and read it while riding in the car.
She read things quickly and could read ten lines at a glance. It only took her five or six minutes to finish reading the long list of emails and communication replies that Nie Mi sent her.
After reading it, Qiao Nian raised her eyelids slightly, and her black and white eyes were a little cold. She did not rush to answer Nie Mi, but logged into Weibo and Instagram and looked online.
The reaction on the Internet was more direct than the email that Nie Mi showed her.
Especially on Instagram.
The email in reply to Nie Mi and Tsinghua University that was posted on the official website of the International Music Arrangement Competition half a day ago is still there and has not been deleted. If you click on the comments and read them down, you can still see a lot of comments that are being led by the rhythm and mocking the Z country people for not being able to afford to lose.
"Tsk!" When Qiao Nian saw those obviously discriminatory comments, his cold eyes became darker and almost sparked with flames.
How arrogant must these people be to not delete the ridiculous updates they posted on Instagram even after admitting their mistakes.
They didn't think that as long as they returned the stolen first place, she, Tsinghua University, and Mr. Nie would accept it with joy and secretly be happy as if nothing had happened
Who gave them the confidence to put themselves in such a high position
Qiao Nian has always had a bad temper, so she almost frowned, controlled her temper, lowered her eyes, edited the message and sent it out, just in time to repost the official news of the International Arrangement Competition on Instagram.
(End of this chapter)