Stephenson stood in front of Tang Kexin, shook his head slightly at her, and then continued to say to the person in front of him: "Miss Ivy, you are mistaken, it was not Miss Tang who asked you to bow.
This is just normal etiquette. You don’t have to abide by it, and no one will embarrass you. But if word spreads... it means that you, Miss Ivy, don’t understand normal etiquette.
I don’t know if your academia is the same as our fashion industry. We care very much about this kind of etiquette, and we don’t even understand the most basic apology etiquette.
We can suspect that his abilities are not good enough, and then we also have doubts about her other aspects."
These words seemed to be sharing experience, but every word hinted to Ivy that if she did not bow as Stephenson said, then everyone could doubt her scientific research ability.
Ivy is so concerned about face, how could she allow people to doubt her like this?
She pursed her lips, suppressed the displeasure in her heart, took a deep breath, and told herself that it didn't matter, it was just temporary, and she could take revenge later.
She will never let these people be proud.
After thinking about it, she closed her eyes, slowly opened them, and then said: "I can bow for three minutes."
But before she bowed, Dingdang came over, held her hand and said: "To prevent you from continuing to cheat, we have to count the seconds."
"What?" Ivy was very angry.
It's enough to ask her to bow for three minutes. Do we need to count the seconds?
This is so insulting, these women are really pushing their limits.
One or two, if the villain succeeds, he will be rewarded sooner or later.
Seeing that she was angry, Dingdang glanced at Tang Kexin, and then continued: "You heard me right, let's count the seconds together, three minutes and six hundred seconds. I think everyone has no objection, right?"
The scientific research teams from other countries that Ivy had just mocked appeared at this moment.
"That's right. Anyway, the awards ceremony will be held for a while. We can all count together."
"I think someone as noble as Miss Ivy would not refuse us all to count together for a few seconds."
"Miss Ivy has the best family background, the most beautiful appearance, and the best natural manners in the academic circle."
At this moment, these words were more harsh than the last, and Ivy felt as if she had fallen from the clouds into hell.
She wanted to get angry, but the assistant beside her quietly patted the back of her hand and kept giving her winks.
With reporters around, she had to endure it.
Ivy closed her eyes, took a deep breath again, and tried to keep herself calm. She pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Okay, you count!"
After saying that, she pretended to be grand and came to Tang Kexin, held her hands on her waist, bowed deeply, and said loudly: "You can count the seconds!"
Everyone felt happy when they saw Ivy like this.
After they looked at each other, they slowly spoke for a few seconds.
Ivy used to think that three minutes was not a long time and it passed quickly.
But now she didn't think so at all. She blinked her eyes and felt that every day seemed like a year.
She said over and over again in her heart that she would remember whatever made her look foolish today, and don't give her a chance in the future, otherwise she would come back with revenge.
She wanted them to know how much she hated them.
The three hundred seconds were quickly counted, and there were small beads of sweat on Ivy's forehead. She pursed her lips, her face full of resentment.
Such a look made Tang Kexin very uncomfortable. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Ivy lift her skirt and turn around gorgeously. (To be continued)