Mr. Avalon unusually did not leave any grace for the other party and directly ntioned Master Carlo on Instagram, not saying a word, just waiting for him to check what he had posted.
*
Capital City Airport International Terminal.
This overseas dical trip was a total embarrassnt, and Evelyn Quarles also found herself utterly humiliated, with the group not in high spirits.
After posting angrily on Instagram, Master Carlo stopped caring.
He hadn’t intended to post on Instagram initially but did it in a fit of anger after seeing Nathalie Quinlan arrogantly imitating them and mocking them on Instagram. He posted screenshots of so of Evelyn’s achievents in international journals.
Though he retaliated, he kept his dignity and tried not to pick a fight with a freshman. He initially wanted to ntion her directly but restrained himself and didn’t specify anyone to look at the post.
But he was well-known abroad, and once his Instagram post was made, many people comnted.
Most people agreed with him, believing that Evelyn’s failure to secure first place was purely due to poor performance since she had effortlessly won first place three tis before.
The airport was announcing boarding information.
Master Carlo straightened his clothes, preparing to board.
Just then, his assistant’s face turned pale as he ca over with a phone, handing it to him, "Master Carlo, she has ntioned you on Instagram."
"Heh," the elder, with deep-set eyes, scoffed coldly, a trace of disdain in his frosty gaze as he took the phone from his assistant and said, "I didn’t go looking for her, yet she dares to ntion ..."
His words hung in the air, and as he looked, it wasn’t the freshman from Qing University’s Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt who had sought him out on Instagram, but Mr. Avalon. He shut his mouth, focused on the research paper and the link slapped at him, and opened them.
QN.
An S-level paper on the BMJ Forum.
Wasn’t that the nickna of the girl from the dical competition on Instagram?
QN = Nathalie Quinlan, freshman from Qing University’s Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt??
Compared to that, his displayed heap of Evelyn’s academic achievents felt like a joke, fiercely slapping his face, buzzing resoundingly.
His face suddenly turned the color of liver, and only after a while, urged by his assistant, did he board the plane.
Before boarding the plane, even in extre embarrassnt, he chose to frantically delete that laughable Instagram post he had made.
*
In Amadeus Yancey’s apartnt in Rhine, he had just changed into ho clothes and brewed a cup of coffee, not yet having a sip, when his phone lit up.
He casually placed the cup on a cabinet, leaned against it with his long legs lazily crossed, and picked up the phone to check the new ssage.
It was a ssage from Mr. Yancey.
[Is Nathalie around? Aren’t you guys out playing?]
Amadeus raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly amused, not understanding why his grandfather would send this ssage—was he that bored?
Had it been soone else, he might have ignored it, treating it like a spam text.
However, with elders, just like Nathalie, he always had the patience, glancing towards the quiet room upstairs.
Lowering his head, his long neck curved leisurely as he carelessly replied to Mr. Yancey.
[She is upstairs, said she’s busy with sothing, so didn’t go out. Are you looking for her for sothing?]
It had been five minutes since his ssage went through.
Mr. Yancey then seed to have seen the ssage, replying with a rather inexplicable one: [She’s busy, huh. No worries, I was just asking.]
"..." Amadeus had just put down his phone.
Another new ssage ca in.
Still from Mr. Yancey.
[Right, if she’s busy don’t bother her. You, a grown man, should find sothing to do every day, don’t be idle all the ti. You... need to strive harder!]
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