Holding a teacup in his hand, he walked over like he was just strolling around, but once he stood there, the whole place's attention was on him...
"Fuck, Mr. Ye?!" Qin Si stood up immediately.
Feeling somewhat at a loss, he turned around and asked the young man beside him, "Why didn't you tell me that Master Ye was coming? Should I go over and say hello?"
This old man is different from the old men of several top families in Beijing. He usually stays in Ye Garden and rarely shows up.
But his status is above that of several other people.
He never participated in public events, except for meetings that were on TV news and he needed to attend. Usually, the activities of the top circles in Beijing were rarely able to invite this old man. The last time he came to attend Qiao Nian's graduation banquet, Qin Si was already very surprised. This time he was a guest at a medical competition... Qin Si couldn't express the complicated feelings in his heart...
Don't say it, it must be Master Wang who asked the old man to come, but the problem is that Sister Qiao's reservation is in the bottom three this time, why did Master Wang ask Master Ye to come, to witness the birth of the third from the bottom? !
"Mr. Wang, does Miss Qiao know that Mr. Ye will come?" Gu San looked at Ye Wangchuan with complicated eyes, almost the same reaction as Qin Si.
He was more pessimistic than Qin Si. He estimated that Qiao Nian would be the last one this time. If he was luckier, the second to last or the third to last would have to glide on dog shit.
Otherwise, all the participants in the medical competition are juniors and seniors from universities across the country. Miss Qiao is a freshman who has not yet enrolled and has not even finished reading professional books. It would be normal for one or two participants to perform poorly, but the probability of more than three performing poorly is too small!
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Backstage.
Qiao Nian found a seat in a corner and leaned back to read a book, with earphones in one ear, through which the sound of the book could be faintly heard.
Almost all the students who came to participate in the competition have arrived.
People from several universities in Beijing know each other and gather together to chat as soon as they arrive. People from other places basically form small groups based on their provinces.
She was the only one who didn't seem to hang out with anyone else, just doing her own thing.
In her hand, an entry-level book, "Collection of Questions from the Nine-Year Medical Competition", stood out. The girl sat there lazily, not caring about the curious looks from people around her. She did what she had to do, put on her earphones, calculated the time, took out her phone, and turned the speed of the audiobook up to twice as fast. At the same time,
Her cell phone just happened to vibrate.
Two or three messages came in at the same time.
Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes, tapped with her fingertips, and clicked it.
"I'm waiting for you at the judges' table. Your teacher is here too. We'll support you. Don't be afraid. Do your best in the exam and don't feel stressed."
This was sent by Nie Mi.
Qiao Nian lowered her eyes and clicked on another WeChat message.
"Grandpa is here."
"I guess my aunt told him that you participated in this year's assessment."
She frowned, and finally reacted, looking at the nickname of the person who sent her the message, Ye Wangchuan, with a headache.
The old man is coming
Or was it Aunt Ye who called him
Originally, when she participated in this competition, she didn't intend to alarm anyone, she just came to have fun.
As a result, with so many people coming, it feels like there is an extra sense of responsibility on my shoulders.
She had a headache, so she held her temple with her hands, pressing for a few seconds before releasing them, forcing herself to calm down and finish the last few questions...
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At 9:20, most of the contestants were already waiting backstage, ready to go on stage.
(End of this chapter)