Fake daughters are wealthy

Liang Lu flipped through the documents in hand, looked up at the girl standing in the center, and leaned on the chair absent-mindedly, with a rigid face, looking very serious.

She has been like this since the day she saw her grades, she has no good looks towards anyone, and those who don't know think who offended her.

Everyone else knew that she was in a bad mood and no one would touch her. Most of their attention was on Qiao Chen and Nie Mi.

They all waited for Nie Mi to answer.

After all, Mr. Nie had been attending Tsing University’s independent admissions interview for the first time with them for so many years. If he didn’t want to accept students, why would he come?

Since Mr. Nie has this idea, and the female student in front of him looks like a good seed, it is very likely that Mr. Nie will accept him as an apprentice.

They are all waiting for the historic moment.

Who would have thought that Nie Mi only raised his eyelids indifferently, and what he said was similar to what he had said to Cheng Wu in private: "You are studying piano, and my field of expertise is harp. I have nothing to teach you. If you want to Look for someone to advise, you should look for a teacher in your professional field, they can help you much more than I can help you.”

This meaning is very euphemistic and clear, two words, not acceptable.

Qiao Chen's face turned pale.

The whole person stood there dumbfounded, clutching the CD in his hand tightly, his lips were about to be bitten.

The interview classroom was dead quiet.

No one expected that Nie Mi would directly reject a good seedling, but no matter what, everyone was not too surprised.

The atmosphere was a little dull.

Cheng Wu looked at the girl standing in the middle of the classroom, his eyes fell on her from all directions, her eyes were red, she stood there at a loss, opened her mouth several times without saying a word, felt a little sympathetic, thinking of Fu After thinking about his relationship, he said, "Qiao Chen, right? I think you have good grades in mathematics. Have you decided on a sub-major? Are you interested in coming to our finance department?"

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Outside the classroom, Qiao Nian waited for seven or eight people. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in the classroom, there were only a few people left besides her.

She finally looked away from the phone, looked at the time, and frowned wonderingly.

Why hasn't she arrived yet?

She wasn't impatient, she just sat here and waited, a little annoyed after waiting for a long time.

The sporadic three or four people in the classroom also went to the next door one by one.

Qiao Nian was upset, turned off the phone, put it back in her bag, got up and walked to the door.

Finally, the penultimate person also came out from the next classroom, ran into her head-on, looked her up and down, and asked, "Are you Qiao Nian?"

Qiao Nian raised her eyes, and replied angrily, "Yes. I am."

The student didn't expect her to come to the interview dressed so casually. He was taken aback for a moment, then gave her a strange look, and said, "Oh, the teacher inside asked me to inform you that it's your turn."

Qiao Nian pressed down on the brim of her hat to cover her dark eyes, and thanked him: "Thank you."

She was so polite, but the boy felt embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly, and said shyly, "No, no need."

When I saw her again, my attitude changed a lot, and I felt sympathetic with each other. I said to her, "Why are you ranked last. Hey, the teachers in front of me chose the same ones. We are at a disadvantage because we are ranked last. I have no hope of being selected, so please do your best!"

Qiao Nian raised her eyelids, hummed and walked inside.