Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Du Mingwei listened to her casual words of 'research' and handed it over to his robot operating system. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he felt a mixture of emotions in his heart. The biggest feeling in his heart was reluctance. He carefully placed the USB flash drive Qiao Nian gave him on his desk and brought up the previous topic without giving up: "Qiao Nian, you really don't think about transferring to our computer department. Come?"

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and looked at him with dark eyes, as if she didn't understand why he mentioned this again.

Didn't she reject it last time?

Du Mingwei saw what she was thinking from her face, smiled bitterly, and said: "I just think that you successfully entered the finals of the competition this time. Even if you didn't get the ranking in the end, in the computer field, you are already the best." The top group of people in your age group. It’s such a waste to study Chinese medicine if you have such a good talent.”

Du Mingwei has been teaching for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has seen a student as talented as Qiao Nian in computers.

Such a golden pimple placed in front of him was a student from someone else's department.

He wanted to vomit blood just looking at it.

When he thought that Qiao Nian's hands, which were born for coding, would be grabbing Chinese herbal medicine for people in front of a row of small drawers in the future, his heart was bleeding.

Every time he thought about this, he couldn't eat well or sleep well. He just wanted Qiao Nian to find his way back, quickly discover his talent, and choose the path he should take...

Du Mingwei stared at her with stern eyes, his eyes full of fanatical anticipation: "Really, it would be a waste if you don't learn computers. Come and teach us! We will definitely teach you well and teach you everything we have learned throughout our lives!"

When Qiao Nian heard that he was going to teach her what he had learned all his life, a string stretched across the back of her head and her brain ached. She pressed her temples helplessly and said in a hoarse voice, "Professor Du, why don't you come with me?" Teacher to discuss?"

Du Mingwei: "..."

Qiao Nian's teacher is Mr. Huang, one of the only two honorary professors at Tsinghua University and one of the honorary presidents of the World Medical Organization.

He ran to Mr. Huang and said: I have fallen in love with your old man's closed disciple, how about you give me your student?

Du Mingwei thought about Mr. Huang's reaction, and cold sweat broke out on his back, so he gave up the idea.

He reluctantly raised the corners of his twitching mouth and smiled uglier than crying: "Haha, let's forget it. I'm just a suggestion, a suggestion. Don't tell Mr. Huang."

Qiao Nian put her things into the bag, zipped up the shoulder bag, and responded casually: "What did you say?"

"Said I want you to transfer..." Du Mingwei said mid-sentence. He touched the girl's pure black and white eyes and immediately understood what she meant. He immediately closed his mouth and never mentioned the transfer: "It's nothing, nothing, I don't have anything." Said, you didn’t hear it either.”

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Nian had packed up her things, pulled down the brim of her hat, nodded, and greeted Du Mingwei and others coolly: "Professor Du, I'm leaving first."

"Okay, I'll go back and study your homework." Du Mingwei looked at the girl's carefree back and waved reluctantly.

Qiao Nian raised his hand coolly and neatly, and walked away without looking back.

She took out her phone with one hand, looked down at the message, and walked out.

When I was about to go out, I happened to meet a few students entering the office. They seemed to have formed a group to carry teaching materials.

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