Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Du Mingweiâs lips twitched when she said she âstudied itâ. He had all kinds of feelings. Most of all, he couldnât bear to part with it. He carefully placed the USB drive that Qiao Nian had handed to him on the desk and brought up the previous topic. âQiao Nian, are you really not going to consider transferring to our Computing Faculty?â
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and glanced at him with dark eyes as if she didnât understand why he had brought this up again.
Hadnât she already rejected him last time?
Du Mingwei could tell what she was thinking from her expression. He smiled bitterly and said, âI just think that since you successfully entered the finals of the competition this time, even if you didnât get a ranking in the end, youâre already the top group of people in the computer field at your age. Itâs really a waste for you to study Chinese medicine with such talent.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Du Mingwei had taught for more than ten years, but this was the first time he had seen a student as talented as Qiao Nian in computing.
Such a genius was placed in front of him, but she was a student from someone elseâs faculty.
Just thinking about it made him want to vomit blood.
His heart bled when he thought about how Qiao Nian, who was born with a pair of hands made for codes, would catch herbs for others in front of a row of small drawers in the future.
He couldnât eat or sleep well every time he thought of this. He only wanted Qiao Nian to repent and quickly discover her talent and choose the correct pathâ¦
Du Mingwei looked at her with a burning gaze, his eyes filled with fanatical anticipation. âReally, itâs a waste for you not to learn computer science. Come and let us teach you! Weâll definitely teach you everything weâve learned in our entire lives!â
The back of Qiao Nianâs head tightened until her head hurt when she heard this. She pressed her temples helplessly and said in a slightly hoarse voice, âProfessor Du, why donât you discuss it with my teacher?â
Du Mingwei was speechless.
Qiao Nianâs teacher was Mr. Huang, one of the only two honorary professors at Qing University and one of the honorary presidents of the World Medical Organization.
Could he run to Mr. Huang and say, âI like your disciple. Why donât you give her to me?â
Du Mingwei thought about Mr. Huangâs reaction. Cold sweat broke out on his back as he dismissed the thought.
He forced the corners of his mouth to twitch, and his smile was uglier than crying. âHaha, forget it. Iâm just suggesting. Donât tell Mr. Huang.â
Qiao Nian put her things into her bag and zipped it up. She replied casually, âAbout what?â
âThat I want you to transferâ¦â Du Mingwei stopped mid-sentence and met the girlâs pure black and white eyes. Understanding what she meant, he immediately shut his mouth. He refused to mention the transfer. âNothing, nothing. I didnât say anything. You didnât hear anything from me.â
In the blink of an eye, Qiao Nian had already packed her things. She pulled down the brim of her cap and nodded, then said her farewells to Du Mingwei and the others coolly. âProfessor Du, Iâll leave first.â
âOkay, Iâll study your homework later.â Du Mingwei looked at the girlâs carefree back and waved reluctantly.
Qiao Nian raised her hand coolly and did not look back.
She took out her phone with one hand and looked down at a message as she walked out.
She happened to bump into a few students entering the office when she was about to leave. They seemed to have come in a group to move the teaching materials.