375: Miss Qiao Is Most Important!

Miss Qiao Is Most Important!

Ye Wangchuan had gone before, and he thought he would also go this time.1

Who knew that the handsome man would get up with the notebook in his hand. His bangs fell in front of his eyes, which seemed to be lit in a fine light, and his voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Nian Nian has an exam tomorrow, I have no time!"

Silence ensued for a moment.

Gu San dissed him in his heart. What did Miss Qiao's exam have to do with him?

However, he understood Master Wang's idea. Miss Qiao was most important!

He nodded and said very understandingly, "If Miss Jiang tries to make an appointment, I'll just reject her."

"Mm-hm," Ye Wangchuan replied lazily.

Gu San glanced up at him. "Miss Qiao isn't home today, so Master Wang…" He wouldn't stay at home all day and wait for her return, would he?

Ye Wangchuan thought of what he had found last night and frowned. He took his notebook and said, "I have something to do, I'm going out."

He had tracked down the news in the illegal zone last night and had found something of that force, so he wanted to find someone to find out more.

…

After coming out of the apartment, Qiao Nian didn't rush to Cheng Feng Corporation and took a ride to Qing University first.

The exam was taking place tomorrow. According to Qing University's rules for independent admissions, each reference candidate needed to submit a copy of their own materials.

After the written test, the teacher would use it during the interview.

At this time, there were already many people at Qing University, along with many vehicles parked at the entrance of the campus. Some parents had even traveled thousands of miles to accompany their children to hand in the materials.

It was rarely so lively on the campus.

The trails were full of people chatting, but few people came alone like her to hand in information.

Qiao Nian didn't care, she just lowered her peaked cap, revealing only her delicate chin. She walked slowly to the office with her information.

She was heading to the office to submit her information. It was actually a temporary storage place created by a few tables moved in front of the school building. A few teachers and students were sitting on the side to collect the information.

The number of candidates participating in the independent enrollment this time was 2,000, if not 3,000. There were too many people, and they didn't have time to register them one by one, so they usually put them away directly. After the first round of written examination, they would come to find the information of candidates who had taken the written examination.

"Just put your things there."

When Qiao Nian walked over, the person in charge of the reception commanded without raising his head.

"OK." She put her information on the table casually, turned around, and walked outside without any delay after submitting the information.

Although she was extremely low-key throughout the whole process and didn't even say anything, the gangster aura around her was so outstanding. In fact, many students had noticed her and were peeking at her from time to time.

Not far away, Qiao Chen was carefully dressed in designer clothes prepared for her by Shen Jingyan. Biting her lip and holding her own information, she looked at the outstanding girl in the crowd and whispered to the man next to her, "Brother Fu, isn't that Qiao Nian?"

Fu Ge was in charge of the reception of the new students. His student union badge was pinned on the neckline. He was tall and had long legs, and was handsome enough that many people looked at him with envy.

While busy with the reception, he raised his head subconsciously and asked, "Where?"

Qiao Chen pointed in a direction.

He looked in the direction of Qiao Chen's finger and indeed saw an unruly figure with a chilly temperament, very similar to Qiao Nian.

He grabbed the document in his hand for a while, and an inexplicable emotion flashed across his face quickly. However, he withdrew his gaze and said with a cold expression, "I don't know, maybe it is."

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