Stewin Hoffman noticed there was a freshman girl registering, and couldn’t help but look over: "Um, do you know that girl over there?"
Zayn Fisher wasn’t interested in girls and just glanced over, feeling she looked familiar, so he said: "Seems like a freshman this year."
He thought for a mont, then added: "Chinese dicine departnt."
He didn’t really pay attention to the girls in school, only unconsciously followed people around Nathalie Quinlan.
He’s seen Velnisa Irvin a few tis around Nathalie Quinlan, felt she was familiar, and recognized her.
"Oh." Stewin Hoffman scratched his head, speaking in a puzzling tone: "How did soone from the Chinese dicine departnt co to register for a software competition?"
After speaking, Stewin Hoffman realized he might have misspoken.
After all, Zayn Fisher wasn’t a computer science major either, so he vaguely tried to smooth it over: "Maybe she has a talent in this area. The current freshn are really sothing else."
It goes without saying who the ’sothing else’ referred to.
Zayn Fisher said nothing, holding his belongings and standing there coldly waiting to submit the registration form.
...
This competition is extrely prestigious.
It’s essentially a world-class competition.
Any computer science student with so confidence wants to give it a try, so there are many students registering.
Inside the president’s office, besides Jackson Wafford, there were also several computer science teachers.
The primary responsibility was collecting the software submitted by students and recording nas, departnts.
Jackson Wafford himself was holding a rosewood teapot, sipping tea, while standing by watching students enthusiastically signing up.
Originally, he had quite a casual attitude, seemingly not interested in this registration matter.
After all, Tsinghua University has always been less impressive in the computer science field compared to neighboring Southern University, and in past years, representatives for international competitions were always Southern University students.
Tsinghua University... every year, it’s all about participation!
It’s likely the sa this year.
He’s gotten used to it.
Until a bold figure appeared, handed a USB flash drive to the registering teacher, speaking quite nonchalantly: "I want to register. Chinese dicine departnt, Nathalie Quinlan."
"Pfft!" Jackson Wafford almost choked on his tea, it got stuck in his throat, he nearly spit it out, coughing violently as he patted his chest: "Cough cough cough!"
Several computer science teachers saw him coughing with a red face and quickly offered him paper towels.
Jackson Wafford struggled to swallow the water stuck in his throat, the redness on his face hadn’t faded, and he hurriedly widened his eyes looking at the calm girl standing not far away, feeling incredibly complex: "Uh... Nathalie Quinlan, you want to compete?"
Nathalie Quinlan looked at the USB flash drive she had already placed on the table, seemingly thinking he was stating the obvious, but still responded politely: "Yes."
"Aren’t you from the Chinese dicine departnt?" Jackson Wafford couldn’t drink his tea.
Mr. Avalon and Mr. Norton have been so idle lately, both industry giants took on apprentices and have no ti to teach?
Nathalie Quinlan gave him a rather baffled look, leisurely retorting: "Can’t soone from the Chinese dicine departnt compete?"
"Not at all." Jackson Wafford imdiately denied.
Several computer science teachers had heard about this year’s top scholar being really impressive but had never t Nathalie Quinlan in person.
They overheard Jackson Wafford speaking to Nathalie Quinlan and knew she was the only seedling from the Chinese dicine departnt; suddenly, their gazes at Nathalie Quinlan changed.
Earlier, there was also a girl from the Chinese dicine departnt registering for this software competition.
Now there’s another one.
This year, the Chinese dicine departnt is unstoppable!
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