Insomnia

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What happened last night did not leave any marks on his face, that face was still clean and beautiful, brighter than the rising sun.

At least that's how it seemed to Tao Ling.

Tao Ling also smiled, stretched his waist, and got up to wash up.

After washing up, Wen Qingying was typing on his mobile phone. Tao Ling passed by him, and gently stroked the hair on the back of his head.

Wen Qingying looked up at him, smiled, and held up the phone to him.

Tao Ling understood, picked up the phone, and saw the message he sent: "Sir, I'm going out by myself today, will you send me a message after the meeting?"

"I'm fine. I won't go far and wait for you to come back." He said.

Tao Ling thought for a while, and replied: "Then tell me in time if something happens, and I won't stop looking at my phone today."

Wen Qingying responded with a smile.

They went downstairs to have breakfast together, and Tao Ling wanted to take a taxi to the school where the meeting was held. When he was leaving, he turned his head and looked at the hotel entrance. Wen Qingying stood where he was and waved to him.

The meeting process was still the same. Tao Ling's paper was reviewed in the morning, and the meeting meal was arranged in the school cafeteria. When we arrived, a familiar teacher next to us asked Tao Ling: "Teacher Tao, would you like to sit at the same table?"

Tao Ling nodded politely.

When the participants get together, they will inevitably talk about each other's universities, which are all in the same field, and there is always a network or chain of relationships involved.

After all, the teacher next to him asked about Tao Ling's situation, and when he heard the provincial capital university, he asked, "Teacher Tao Ling?"

"Yes." Tao Ling didn't have this person's face in his memory, so he couldn't talk more, so he simply responded.

The teacher smiled: "Is Teacher Xia okay?" "y" "x" d" "j".

Tao Ling was stunned for a moment: "Huh? You mean?"

"Teacher Xia Chaoyang." The teacher said.

Someone next to him said something, the teacher's attention was drawn away, and the words on this side were dropped.

Tao Ling was surprised, but he didn't want to take the initiative to bring up the topic. He thought he could finish the meal quietly, but the teacher finished talking with others, and turned to look at him again, saying: "Teacher Tao's paper is indeed very good. We also discussed the previous rejection for a long time, but fortunately we didn’t miss it.”

Tao Ling frowned. The meaning of the teacher's words was self-evident. During the entire afternoon meeting, except when reviewing the paper he was reading, Tao Ling was absent-minded the entire time.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting ended.

After taking a group photo, the teachers gathered together in twos and threes to communicate. When no one was paying attention, Tao Ling came out of the conference room and immediately called Kou Huai.

Kou Huai picked up the phone and asked, "Is the meeting over?"

"Senior brother," Tao Ling asked as he left the complex, "did you tell Mr. Xia...Xia that my thesis was rejected?"

Kou Huai said doubtfully: "No." He paused for two seconds and added: "It's possible that I told him, but I forgot. I talked to him about everything, and maybe I mentioned it once."

Tao Ling took a breath: "My paper was rejected, and later the journal issued a manuscript notice. Did Teacher Xia help me get through the relationship?"

The other end didn't speak for a long time. Tao Ling understood and said, "I'm going to tell the editor now that I won't publish that paper."

"Don't be impulsive," Kou Huai said bitterly, "I didn't tell you because I knew you didn't want to do this. What do you say now? Other journals have entered the typesetting stage. Now you say you want to withdraw the manuscript. After you really withdraw it I can’t even get into that publication. How hard is it to publish a good core? What do you want to do if you cut your own way?”

"I don't care," Tao Ling said, "I can't possibly accept Xia Chaoyang's help with my relationship."

Kou Huai asked: "What's the matter with you, Tao Ling? It's not just your fault that you are withdrawing the manuscript now. Where do you ask other editors to find high-quality manuscripts to fill in the blanks? Listen carefully, high-quality! High-quality! Your own quality is not as good as it is. Who would want your manuscript? Such a good journal has nothing to do but ruin its own brand for personal favors?"

Tao Ling rubbed his temples and turned onto a quieter road to avoid bumping into people attending the meeting later.

"How old are you, Tao Ling? You'll be 30 when you turn the new year, haven't you seen reality?" Kou Huai asked, "Are you living in vacuum glass? You have the ability to bury yourself?"

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