Mr. Huang rarely gave the other party any courtesy and directly tagged Master Carlo's Instagram without saying a word, waiting for the other party to see what he had posted.
*
Beijing Airport International Terminal.
Overseas medical science was completely disgraced this time, and Qi Lanyin's face was also rubbed on the ground, so everyone was in low spirits.
After Master Carlo posted a status on Instagram in anger, he stopped caring about it.
He had not originally thought of posting that Instagram post, but mainly because he saw Qiao Nian was so arrogant as to imitate them and posted an Instagram post to mock them. He could not swallow the anger in his heart, so he posted screenshots of some of Qi Lanyin's achievements in international publications.
Although he fought back, he was proud of his status and didn't want to argue with a freshman. He originally wanted to tag the other party, but later he held back and didn't specifically mention who was going to see it.
But he is very famous overseas. Once he posts an Instagram message, many people will leave comments below.
Most people agreed with him, thinking that Qi Lanyin didn't win first place this time simply because she didn't perform well. She had won first place three times before, and if she hadn't performed poorly, she wouldn't have lost so badly this time...
The airport is broadcasting boarding information.
Master Carlo straightened his shirt and prepared to board the plane.
Who would have thought that at this moment his assistant's expression suddenly changed, he came over with a mobile phone and handed it to him: "Master Carlo, the other party tagged you on Instagram."
“Heh.” The old man with deep eye sockets sneered, his eyes were cold and showed a little disdain. He took the phone from the assistant and said, “I didn’t contact her, but she dared to tag me…”
Before he finished speaking, he saw that it was not the freshman from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Tsinghua University who was looking for him on Instagram, but Professor Huang. He closed his mouth, stared at the papers and links the other party had sent out, and clicked on them to take a look.
QN.
S-level papers in BMJ Forum.
Isn’t this the name of the Instagram account of the girl from Traditional Chinese Medicine who participated in the competition
QN=Qiao Nian, a freshman in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Tsinghua University? ? In contrast, the pile of academic papers and achievements of Qi Lanyin that he showed off were like a joke, slapping him hard in the face and making him buzz.
His face suddenly turned purple, and it took him a long time to get on the plane at the urging of his assistant.
Before boarding the plane, even though he was extremely embarrassed, he still chose to hastily delete the Instagram post that looked like a joke.
*
In Rhine's apartment, Ye Wangchuan changed into home clothes and made a cup of coffee. Before he drank it, his cell phone lit up.
He casually placed the cup on the cabinet, leaned against it, draped his long legs lazily, picked up his phone, and clicked on the new message.
It’s a message from Mr. Ye.
[Where's Nian Nian? Didn't you go out to play?]
Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes showing some interest. He couldn't understand why his grandfather sent this message. Was he so bored
If it were someone else, he might ignore it and treat it as spam.
However, like Qiao Nian, he was always patient with his elders. He raised his eyes and looked at the quiet room on the second floor.
He lowered his head, curled his long neck, and nonchalantly sent a message back to Mr. Ye.
[She was upstairs, saying she had something to do, so she didn't go out to play. What do you want to talk to her about?]
It's been five minutes since he sent the message.
Mr. Ye seemed to have seen the news and replied him with a puzzling message: [She is busy. It’s okay, I just asked.]
“…” Ye Wangchuan just put down his cell phone.
Another new message came.
It still belongs to Mr. Ye.
[By the way, if she is busy, don’t bother her. You are a grown man, find something to do every day, don’t just sit there doing nothing. You… need to work hard!]
(End of this chapter)