For a mont, cries were rising one after another, Mr. Fang was so overwheld that his scalp exploded, and his face showed utter embarrassnt.
All the people around looked at Qing Song Primary School’s award-winning team with blank expressions.
While others received their awards with joy and delight, why were these kids crying as if they’d been rejected?
The makeup was all ruined!
Could it be they were upset because they only got a bronze prize?
Were their expectations that high?
Even the host was completely baffled, unsure if he should continue with his congratulatory speech.
"Stop crying! Please, stop crying!"
Seeing that his efforts to console them were futile and the situation continued to go out of control, Mr. Fang felt like crying without tears and couldn’t help but cast a resentful glance at the "culprit" responsible for all this.
Xiao Yu covered her face.
Well, this was a typical case of the aftermath of a ’chicken blood’ injection.
Watching Mr. Fang’s helpless figure amidst the crying, he finally could not help but turn back and glare at everyone.
"Enough! Stop crying! I’ll trade you a video ga console to stop!"
The crying stopped abruptly.
The children lined up neatly again, and the atmosphere beca peaceful and tranquil.
Mr. Fang: "..."
For the first ti, she started to doubt whether she was really cut out to be a teacher...
...
As the award presentation ended and the performance officially concluded, the audience gradually left the venue.
"Today was incredibly enlightening, I think Mr. ng’s points are truly worthy of being singled out for further research as a scientific project."
"Those were just so immature ideas, but I think Dr. Ou’s ideas are very mature and definitely worth a try."
"Yeah! Once I get back, I’ll think it over. My parents are dical professors, I might try applying for a research topic."
"So you’re also from an academic family, huh?"
"What?"
"Oh! I an, that’s even better!"
ng Lang looked up and realized that most of the audience had already left.
Even Doctor Fang next door had quietly left without him noticing, which slightly surprised him.
As for Doctor Fang, he thought:
Why stick around? To keep wallowing in this sad place and watch others being happy?
"Ti really flies, it’s already the end of the event. I was delighted to have such a great discussion with Dr. Ou today."
" too, I’m glad to et a like-minded colleague like Mr. ng," Ou Lu said with a smile.
ng Lang nodded satisfactorily and stood up.
Today’s mission was more than accomplished!
Now just to wait for the results to co in.
"Dr. Ou, I have to pick up a child in a bit, if you don’t mind I’ll be heading off first," ng Lang said with a smile, shaking hands with a sowhat dazed Ou Lu before turning to leave.
Pick up a child?
Ou Lu was montarily stunned.
"Hey, wait a sec!"
"Hmm?" ng Lang turned around, puzzled.
"That... could I add you on ’Fei Xin’? I was thinking if possible, I could further consult with Mr. ng about contagious diseases another day."
Ou Lu took out her phone, pulling up the QR code, her clear eyes looking at ng Lang.
emm...
Consult another day?
The ’ink’ in my stomach you could scoop out has been pretty much scooped clean, what else is there to discuss?
During our discussion just now, I was already feeling out of my depth, wouldn’t more discussion just give away?
Besides, keeping in touch, and if you think of during a future pandemic and report to the FBI, wouldn’t I be walking right into a trap?
Even if there’s no evidence, it would still be a hassle, right?
Therefore, it’s best to rember what I said, and forget about as a person.
In life, it’s often better to forget each other than to interact too much.
Parting is the purpose of our eting.
Together we travel in the sa boat, but once we reach the shore, we go our separate ways!
"Oh dear, sorry, I forgot my phone today!"
Ou Lu: "..."
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