It was already one o'clock in the morning when the car arrived downstairs at the graduate dormitory.
Ding Junhui took out a small, exquisitely packaged box from the back when Wenshan unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
Wen Shan was stunned for a moment, seeing that Ding Junhui didn't take the box in his hand immediately, "Teacher Ding."
"Wenshan, actually—"
"Ah, it's getting late. Bye bye, teacher, thank you for sending me back." Wen Shan shouted and got out of the car in a hurry. Fortunately, the graduate dormitory building did not have particularly strict access control, so you could enter by swiping your card.
Ding Junhui looked at the gift in his hand, then looked up at Wenshan who had already entered, as if he had scared her
Wenshan ran all the way back to her dormitory and threw herself on the bed. What on earth was she running for
Wenshan rolled around on the bed twice with her doll in her arms. She became even more irritable. She lay on the bed and looked at the roof, her big eyes darting around. Then she quickly sat up again. No, no, no. If this doesn't work, she'd better write her thesis first.
Wenshan thought about it, took out her laptop, and when she turned it on, she saw the message Xiao Yaojing had replied.
[Fair-skinned and beautiful Mrs. Wen: Your brother is a pervert and confiscated my phone. I only got it after he fell asleep. How do you do? are you back
Wenshan: Inexplicably, I feel that after being hurt by Brother Gu and others, I was tortured severely by you again.
Wenshan: I've arrived at the dormitory. Sister-in-law, congratulations.
Wen Shan: But my brother’s fighting ability is acceptable. Is he a pure honeymoon baby?]
After Wenshan finished sending the message, she turned on the computer. After she clicked on the document, she didn't see Xiao Yaojing reply.
[Fair-skinned and beautiful Mrs. Wen: Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night? Don't send messages to your sister-in-law lately, she can't see them.]
Wen Shan: “…”
Critical hit!
If he doesn't say it, he won't. Her brother is already neurotic.
Wenshan snorted, put her phone aside, looked at the blank document, and decided to go to the forum first to see if there was any response to the paper she had posted before.
One good thing about this forum is that even if you don't win, the judges will still give some suggestions. This is why this forum is authoritative.
"Ding-"
Sure enough, there was news. Wenshan hurriedly opened the email and saw some suggestions given in it. Basically, she had problems with her data.
Who would have known that she, a Ph.D. in physics, is simply lame when it comes to data.
After reading it, Wenshan started typing, thanking the other party for his guidance.
[If life is just like the first time we met: Keep working hard, you may be nominated for the best paper next time.]
If life were just like the first meeting, Wen Shan held her chin and looked at these words. This judge must be a young lady, and a young lady who knows Chinese culture very well, with such a literary name.
This sentence is a sentence in Nalan Xingde's poems. It is Nalan -
Wenshan shook her head, going crazy.
[Lately arrived: Thank you, young lady, for your kindness!]
The person over there didn't reply. Wenshan revised the last report with suggestions, but this one can no longer be published, and she has to write it again.
[If life is just like the first meeting: I just went to take a shower, sorry, or you can send it to me before publishing your paper next time, and I will check it for you.
Belatedly: Really? Does this count as cheating
If life is just like the first meeting: it doesn’t count.]
Wenshan almost jumped up when she saw this sentence. She was indeed destined to be wealthy and could meet noble people in the middle of the night.