The person who spoke was an expert from the overseas scientific research organization MPG, who was very famous internationally. There was no malice in his pair of blue eyes, he was just purely curious about Qiao Nian.
Bo Jingxing was unable to answer for a moment.
"She..." He was just about to say that Qiao Nian was not from their ninth institute.
Who knew that Ye Wangchuan beside him would look past him, his eyes slightly narrowed, quite dignified and lazy, his voice clear and slightly proud: "She is a newcomer to our ninth institute this year, not a doctor."
"Not a PhD?" The blond middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looked at the girl on the stage, then turned to look at him, quite interested: "Oh, no wonder, why does she look so young? Which university does she have a master's degree from?"
The Ninth Institute is the top research institution in the country. Anyone who can work in the Ninth Institute has a doctoral degree.
A master's degree is the worst level the other party can think of.
who knows.
Ye Wangchuan smiled, put his hands on the conference table, looked at the girl who walked onto the stage from afar, and said with a smile on his thin lips: "No, and not a master's degree either."
"… Not a master's degree?" The other party looked at Qiao Nian's overly young face, hesitated for a moment, and although it was a little unbelievable, he still asked: "Is she a college student?"
“Tsinghua University?”
"Nanjing University?"
The other party only knows these two universities in China and is not particularly familiar with other schools.
Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids, his dark pupils deep and unfathomable as he looked at him, and uttered an answer that shocked all the overseas experts.
"Neither. She's a senior in high school and hasn't started college yet."
The experts from two top overseas institutions, MGP and MIT, were all silent. They looked at each other, and none of them understood what Institute 9 was doing.
What does it mean that nine universities invited a high school student to attend such a top-level academic exchange conference
Bo Jingxing could see that the atmosphere in the conference room was becoming strange. The twenty or so experts looked at each other, all confused.
His temples throbbed fiercely a few times, and he lowered his voice: "Wangchuan, what are you doing? Are you really planning to let Qiao Nian replace Luo Qing to speak?"
"Why not?" The man with narrowed eyes looked calm and composed. He leaned back in his chair. His relaxed look did not show any worry on his face.
I'm not worried at all about Qiao Nian replacing Luo Qing.
Bo Jingxing took a deep breath, and no matter how deep it was, he couldn't make himself as calm as him. He turned his head and looked at the podium.
The girl had walked to the computer on the stage and inserted the USB drive she brought into the projector computer. When everything was ready, she raised her head. Her cold and stunning face was very eye-catching. She opened her eyelids, revealing a pair of dark eyes like stars in the dark night, with a strong aura: "Hello, experts. I am Qiao Nian. Today I will introduce driverless technology to you..."
The girl's voice echoed in the conference room. It was a sparse, slightly hoarse voice that sounded inexplicably eye-catching.
Bo Jingxing was originally fidgeting, but now he couldn't help but focus his attention on the girl on the stage and was inexplicably attracted to her.
Qiao Nian bent her legs, which were straight and long under her jeans. She bent over, operated the mouse with one hand and tapped the keyboard with the other hand. Without raising her head, she said slowly in a slightly cold tone: "Before demonstrating the driverless operating system, I will show you how to solve the Lizard Tail virus."
(End of this chapter)