With dizziness and irritation at the end of her eyes, she answered the call and put the phone to her ear.
"Hello."
The voice is hoarse.
It's cold and dry.
A thick nasal voice.
The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to expect that she would answer his call. He was stunned for a full two or three seconds before reacting. He suppressed his excitement and whispered: "Is this classmate Qiao Nian?"
Qiao Nian frowned, took away the phone and looked at the caller ID. The location was not a city, but a Beijing number.
She got up from the bed in annoyance, put on her slippers, opened the closet, and said casually: "It's me. Is there something wrong?"
The person on the other side made sure that the number was correct.
He immediately introduced himself: "Hello, Qiao Nian, I am the admissions teacher at NTU."
"It's like this. We saw your joint entrance examination results on the Education Network and wanted to ask if you are interested in coming to our Nanda University. Our Nanda University is as famous as Tsinghua University. Our professional choices are richer and more diverse, and our teaching staff is second to none in the country.
In addition, we also set up a scholarship mechanism every year. For outstanding students, not only will our tuition be free, but we will also provide an additional scholarship of about 50,000 yuan every year. When they are in their junior year, they can also be sent to well-known foreign universities at public expense.
As an exchange student, as long as you are willing to come, we guarantee that when you are in your junior year, one of the exchange student places in your year will belong to you. What do you think? Are you interested in coming to NTU?"
Qiao Nian took out a change of clothes from the closet, and then listened to the chatter on the phone, which made her brain hurt.
She suppressed the depression that almost swelled in her eyes, threw her clothes beside the bed, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not interested."
Very simple.
I can no longer refuse outright!
The admissions teacher at Nanjing University, who refused to introduce her confidently, was stunned and remembered the military order he had given to the principal.
He said hurriedly: "Student Qiao Nian, don't be too busy to refuse now. We can still discuss the salary issue. For example, in terms of majors and scholarships, you can put forward any requirements you have, and I will try my best to satisfy you.
…”
Qiao Nian's face was full of irritation. She raised her eyelids and looked at the girl in the mirror. She looked sleepy because she hadn't slept well. Then she looked at the time on her phone.
eight thirty.
A string jumped tightly in her head, she pursed her lips, suppressed the cold light in her eyes, and laughed: "I hope you won't call me again, can you satisfy me?"
Especially not early in the morning, when others are probably still sleeping, it is like taking a chicken blood injection, and you have to wait until she receives it.
"..."
After she said this, she didn't want to care about the reaction of the person on the other end, and said coldly: "Hang up."
Then briefly hang up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, she didn't rush to wash up. She stood there and flipped through her phone. Good guy, in addition to missed calls, there were also a lot of text messages sent to her phone.
Many of them are unfamiliar numbers just like the ones just now.
Available all over the country.
She picked one of the text messages and clicked on it.
[Hello, Qiao Nian, I am a teacher at University Z. Do you know our University? Are you interested in coming to University Z? Although University Z is not as good as Tsinghua University and Nanjing University, it is also a first-class university in China. If you are willing to come to University Z,
Big, we promise to use the best teachers to train you...]
Qiao Nian took a deep breath, suppressed her irritation, and looked through other text messages. They were all school admissions messages, asking her if she wanted to study at X University.
What are these people doing so early in the morning?