Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian saw him sitting at his desk, taking out the fake note and signing it, and then stood quietly waiting. His relaxed figure looked free and relaxed.

Besides her and Liang Conglin, there were always people in the office.

But since she came in, Liang Conglin hadn't looked at anyone else, and that person was obedient and stood aside to reduce his presence.

Liang Conglin quickly approved the new leave note and handed it to Qiao Nian, with some reluctance in his eyes: "You won't think about it anymore?"

Qiao Nian took the leave note from his hand and said 'thank you'.

Liang Conglin couldn't help but sigh again, but he thought of something: "By the way, do you have time to participate in an international arrangement competition on behalf of Tsinghua University these days?"

"kindness?"

Qiao Nian got the leave request and was about to leave, but he stayed after hearing this.

Liang Conglin hurriedly said: "This is a highly authoritative international competition. Several other Western musical instrument groups in the music department have found suitable student candidates. Only the traditional musical instrument group has been unable to select a representative... Mr. Nie means that he would rather give up this competition. I don’t want to discredit traditional musical instruments. I’m having a headache. Now that you’re back, do you have time to write an arrangement these days?”

Everyone in Qingda University knows that Qiao Nian is a famous person who pursues the spotlight. Of course, Liang Conglin, as the principal, also knows.

So when he saw Qiao Nian, he remembered the difficult problem he had recently faced.

Qiao Nian probably understood what he meant, so she asked him with a deep look: "Each country will choose a traditional musical instrument to represent?"

Liang Conglin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled bitterly at her: "Yes. You know that the instruments represented by Western countries are originally common instruments such as violins and saxophones. We don't have many students learning traditional instruments here. There are fewer people, and those who can arrange music are even rarer..."

"Under this situation, Mr. Nie thought of giving up. At least the loss will not be too ugly then."

"After all, our ancestors' thousands of years of inheritance are lost to instruments that are hundreds of years old. Mr. Nie is not willing to accept it, and neither am I!"

Qiao Nian put away the leave note without any unnecessary expression on her face. She just stretched out her hand to pull down the T-shirt of her hat and said calmly: "I have time."

"Really?" Liang Conglin was surprised and happy.

Qiao Nian nodded and said seriously: "Just write an arrangement, right?"

Liang Conglin was so surprised that his reply became full of enthusiasm: "For the arrangement competition, just write an arrangement and give it to the organizer."

"OK."

Qiao Nian agreed and asked him about the deadline.

The time is neither long nor short, there are still five or six days.

She can probably write a tune.

Qiao Nian told Liang Conglin that she would write the music score for the traditional group. Of course, Liang Conglin was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly.

Then Qiao Nian chatted with him in detail, and after seeing that it was almost time, she said goodbye to Liang Conglin, walked out of Qingdao University, and prepared to go to the nursing home where Mr. Jiang was.

Jiang Li and the others still didn't know she was back.

As Qiao Nian walked, she touched the bottle of small pills she had brought for Mr. Jiang in her pocket, and was thinking about how to get there.

Suddenly, a man chased her out from behind and stopped her on the roadside outside Qingdao University.

Qiao Nian frowned slightly and raised her eyes impatiently. When she saw the face of the person who stopped her clearly, she was surprised for a moment, but only for a short moment.

She pretended not to see it and prepared to go around.

Fu Ge didn't give her a chance to get around, and opened his arms to block the way: "I think we are at least friends. Do you need to pretend that you haven't seen me when you see me?"