Fake daughters are wealthy

Before she put down her phone, Nie Mi's news came again.

Qiao Nian really didn't look at the grades, just now she had dinner appointments and recorded videos, she almost forgot about it.

When Nie Mi mentioned it, she remembered the results of Tsinghua University's independent enrollment tonight.You can check your results by logging on to the official website with your admission ticket number, and students who have successfully qualified for tomorrow's interview will also receive a text message.

Usually there are too many spam text messages, so she wrote an interception software herself, Qiao Nian pondered, opened the text message trash bin, and sure enough, she saw a text message from a Beijing city number in it.

She didn't click to open it, just exited and replied to Nie Mi's message.

Nie Mi's message came back later.

The first student in the history of Tsinghua University to get a full score in the exam gave up the two popular majors of finance and clinical practice, and chose an unpopular major that no one wanted.

If you say it, I am afraid that few people will believe it.

If he hadn't heard from Qiao Nian that she was going to choose the Department of Chinese Medicine, he would have had his eyes drop like everyone else when he heard the news after the interview tomorrow!

Qiao Nian had heard of Huang Lao's name, known domestically as Sai Huatuo, a living fossil in the Chinese medicine field, and the only fig leaf of the Chinese medicine department, even more difficult to deal with than Nie Mi.

She originally thought that she could ask Uncle Chen some difficult and miscellaneous questions about surgery, but when she saw the message Nie Mi sent her, she felt regretful...

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Outside.

Gu San brought Ye Wangchuan a glass of water, saw that his master Wang was still playing with the toys and game CDs that Qiao Nian bought on the sofa, put down the glass, and couldn't help saying, "Master Wang, why are you not in a hurry."

Ye Wangchuan's long legs were resting on the edge of the table, his elbows resting on the edge of the sofa, and his body was leaning there relaxed. He was holding the imitation gun in his hand, and the one-to-one imitation gun was like a child's in his hand. Toys, he disassembled and assembled them at will, and when he heard Gu San's nagging, he raised his eyes and lifted his eyelids lazily, his voice was low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rest of the people inside.

"What's the hurry?"

Gu San hated that iron could not be made into steel: "Worried about the major that Ms. Qiao chose!"

He circled around in circles, in a hurry, as if he had passed the No. 1 exam in Tsinghua University: "I just thought you would talk to Ms. Qiao before she went in and ask her to change her major. Why didn't you say that! Qiao Miss's grades are more than enough for finance and clinical studies, and people are rushing to get them, but she insists on choosing an unpopular major, and she won't even be able to find a job after she comes out!"