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Qiao Chenmao from the music department proposed himself, but Mr. Nie was indifferent and directly refused.

At this moment, he actively asked a student who had chosen the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine about his minor major.

Liang Lu and Cheng Wu's complexions became ugly again, completely confused by the scene in front of them.

——This Qiao Nian... What is the charm that attracts the only two honorary professors of Qing University? !

"You majored in Chinese medicine, and you have to minor in another major. You majored in medicine, and the minor can't still be related to medicine. That's so boring." Nie Mi didn't care what other people thought of his actions at the moment, he put all his heart and soul at ease. On persuading Qiao to read: "How about learning music?"

The teacher of the music department: ...

She hurriedly looked at Qiao Nian's student files.

There is not a single word written in the specialty column above.

Empty!

It's not that she remembered wrongly, this student named Qiao Nian did not mention that he has a specialty in music.

Unlike Qiao Chen, who was grade [-] in the piano and had simple involvement with other instruments, she didn't know any instruments.

The teacher in the music department was a little confused, wondering why Nie Mi fell in love with such a student with no foundation.

The music department is different from other departments in that it has strong professional requirements.Musical instruments cannot be learned overnight, and it is not possible to learn musical instruments well by doing well in foreign language and math tests. These require students to learn from an early age. With this foundation, they can guide students on the basis of their original skills and teach them more skills. on something.

Qiao read this... Excuse me, she didn't understand the meaning of Nie Mi's actions.

She didn't understand but didn't dare to intervene, and she didn't dare to challenge Nie Mi that what Nie Mi did was wrong and this student couldn't teach.

After all, the personality and temper of the honorary professor of their department is different from Huang Lao of the Department of Chinese Medicine.

Mr. Huang is called gentle knife.

Nie Lao from their department...

The teacher of the music department remembered his attitude when he mercilessly rejected the girl who offered to recommend herself just now, and silently closed his mouth.She didn't want to be slapped in the face by Mr. Nie in public, so she had to wait and see...

"Music can cultivate sentiment, and you can also take a break and have some fun after you are tired of studying Chinese medicine."

Shen Yugui: "..."

Boring TCM?

He was stabbed inexplicably.

Mr. Huang didn't react at all, and his face still had a faint expression. Obviously, it wasn't the first day he knew Nie Mi, knew Nie Mi's character, and knew that what he said was not malicious, but just said it badly.

He only looked at Qiao Nian in surprise, as if he was a little puzzled, he didn't understand why Nie Mi also fell in love with Qiao Nian.

Qiao Nian never thought that she would have to take two courses in college. She usually has a lot of things to do, so she forgets about high school, and even goes to school every day if she doesn't want to go to college.

"I don't necessarily have time."

This is almost tantamount to refusal.

But Nie Mi acted as if he didn't understand the meaning of rejection, and immediately said kindly: "It's okay, I have time, I'll wait for your time. We'll learn when you have time, and if you don't have time, you can just busy yourself with your affairs. I won't restrain you, how about it? "

Qiao Nian's temples twitched, and he really wanted to say 'not so'.

Naihe Nie Mi stared at her unblinkingly with a pair of expectant eyes, making it difficult for her to say the words of rejection.

She was a little irritable in her heart, and realized that since she came out of Qiao's house, her heart seemed to be getting softer and harder, and it was becoming more and more difficult to reject others. She was a little irritable, closed her dark eyes, and sighed: "I'm not sure. If you can spare time, if you think it’s okay to have a name, then I’m fine too.”