Liang Lu flipped through the information in her hand, looked up at the girl standing in the middle, leaned back in her chair absentmindedly, with a stern face, looking very serious.
She has been like this since the day she saw the results. She is never happy with anyone. If you don't know her, you might think someone has offended her.
Everyone else knew that she was in a bad mood and no one wanted to offend her. Most people's attention was on Qiao Chen and Nie Mi.
Everyone was waiting for Nie Mi's answer.
After all, it has been so many years since Mr. Nie came to attend Tsinghua University’s independent enrollment interview with them. Why would he come if he didn’t want to accept students
Since Master Nie has this idea, and the female student in front of him looks like a good candidate, there is a high possibility that Master Nie will accept her as his disciple.
They are all waiting for a historic moment.
Who would have thought that Nie Mi would just raise his eyelids indifferently and say something similar to what he had said to Cheng Wu in private: "You study piano, and I am good at konghou. I don't have any guidance for you. If you want to find someone to guide you, you should find a teacher in your professional field. The help they can provide you is much greater than what I can give you."
The meaning is expressed very tactfully and clearly, just two words: not accepted.
Qiao Chen’s face turned pale.
He stood there like a fool, clutching the CD in his hand so tightly that his lips were almost bitten.
The interview classroom was deathly quiet.
No one expected that Nie Mi would directly reject such a good candidate, but no matter how you look at it, no one was too surprised.
The atmosphere is a bit depressing.
Cheng Wu looked at the girl standing in the middle of the classroom. All eyes were on her. Her eyes were red. She stood there at a loss. She opened her mouth several times but couldn't say anything. He felt a little sympathetic. Thinking of Fu Ge's relationship, he thought about it and said, "Qiao Chen, right? I see that you have good grades in math. Have you decided on your minor major? Are you interested in joining our Finance Department?"
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Outside the classroom, Qiao Nian waited for seven or eight people, watching as fewer and fewer people entered the classroom, until there were only a few people left besides her.
She finally took her eyes off the phone, checked the time, and frowned in confusion.
Why hasn't she come yet
She wasn't impatient, she just felt a little annoyed after sitting here waiting for so long.
The three or four people in the classroom also went to the next room one by one.
Qiao Nian was upset. She turned off her phone, put it back in her bag, stood up and walked towards the door.
Finally, the second to last person came out of the next classroom and bumped into her head-on. He looked her up and down and asked, "Are you Qiao Nian?"
Qiao Nian raised his eyes and replied in a rather bandit-like tone, "Yes. It is me."
The student didn't expect her to be dressed so casually for an interview. He was stunned for a moment, looked at her strangely, and said, "Oh, the teacher inside asked me to inform you that it's your turn."
Qiao Nian pressed down the brim of her hat to cover her dark eyes, and thanked him: "Thank you."
She was so polite that the boy felt embarrassed. He touched the tip of his nose and said shyly, "No, no need."
When I looked at her again, my attitude became much better, and I felt a sense of sympathy for her. I said to her, "Why are you ranked last? Hey, the teachers in front of us have almost all chosen the ones they should choose. We are at a disadvantage to be ranked last. I have no hope of being selected. You should work hard!"
Qiao Nian raised his eyelids, hummed, and walked inside.
(End of this chapter)