Since Qiao Nian was not going to the afternoon party, Ye Wangchuan naturally didn't want to go either.
In the end, only Zhang Yang and Tang Ning and a large group of people were left to attend Qin Si's group's party. They booked a private room at Lanting, the old place.
Qin Si was afraid of being bored, so he called some more people over. Since Qiao Nian didn't go anyway, his celebration party was no smaller than the one held by the Medical Association.
…
Return to the apartment.
Qiao Nian first went back to her room, took a shower, changed into a bathrobe and sat at the desk.
She crossed her legs, revealing a section of her fair collarbone under her bathrobe. She looked very casual, and when she sat there she had an extremely cool aura.
Because he hadn't drawn a design for a long time, Qiao Nian had no inspiration for a moment.
She turned on the old-looking laptop, called up the drawing software, took out a sketchbook from the drawer, unzipped her shoulder bag, found a 2B drawing pencil from the pencil case, took out a knife, and slowly began to sharpen the tip of the pencil.
Just as the pencil was about to be sharpened, the cell phone she left on the table lit up.
Qiao Nian glanced over there, thinking it was Yuan Yongqin calling to urge her to start writing, but who knew it was actually from Mr. Huang.
She dropped the half-sharpened pencil and picked it up with a headache. Although she was a little irritated, Qiao Nian's tone was still patient and polite: "Hello. Teacher."
"Am I disturbing you?" Old Huang had a more steady power than Nie Mi. His voice sounded muddy but clear, giving people a gentle feeling.
Qiao Nian leaned back in his chair, staring lazily at the paintbrush and white paper on the table, drooping his eyelashes, and said, "No."
"Teacher, do you have something to ask me?"
She knew that Mr. Huang was not someone who would bother her for no reason.
At least from the joint entrance examination to now, Mr. Huang has not called her many times. He only called her once on the day when the college entrance examination results came out to congratulate her on winning the top spot in the national exam.
Later, when she came to Beijing, her family held a graduation party for her. Mr. Huang also called her to explain that he didn’t know she was going to hold a graduation party, and he was not in Beijing and couldn’t come back for a while, so he couldn’t attend her graduation party...
Apart from these two times, Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, as if he couldn't remember when else he had called her.
Just today, the other party called me twice in a row.
She asked directly, and the other party did not play Tai Chi, and asked her gently: "Something. Have you published any academic papers in academic journals or websites?"
"???"
Qiao Nian was distracted for a moment and hummed, as if she didn't expect Mr. Huang to ask her this.
Mr. Huang spoke in a very calm tone, and said softly, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't have it, I'll just ask you."
Qiao Nian placed his hand on the desk and tapped it lightly. He tapped twice and thought for a moment. Just when the other party was about to give up, he said, "No? No matter..."
She seemed to remember something and answered slowly: "…I think I have published one."
Mr. Huang's tone on the other end of the phone was obviously a little surprised, or he didn't expect it: "You sent it?"
"Yeah." Qiao Nian turned on his computer, dug out his old document records, and asked briefly, "A website is also OK?"
“As long as it’s an academic website, it’s fine.”
"Okay." Qiao Nian flipped through his records, leaned back in his chair, and said, "I'll send you the link."
*
On the other side, the Imperial Mansion lounge.
The Medical Association's celebration banquet was being held in the banquet hall on the third floor and it had not yet ended.
(End of this chapter)