Boss, she's acting as a good girl again

Chapter 87

A professor glanced at the message on his phone and said, "The doctoral group has a few good topics..."

After hearing this, Zhang Jinghua nodded in relief.

The professor went on to say: "This year there is a dark horse in the master's group. I heard that the level of the topic can be used as a doctoral dissertation."

Hearing what he said, everyone became interested: "Oh? Which school's team?"

The professor smiled, "Our school!"

He flipped through the chat records in WeChat, and introduced: "Oh, it's Wang Jian's graduate student group, researching a new comprehensive probability calculation logic."

"They combined the S-theory proposed by the xx conjecture, made fusional improvements to the probability calculation logic, and constructed a neural network accelerator that can speed up by 41 times..."

Following the professor's introduction, everyone didn't notice that Zhang Jinghua's brows were slightly frowned, and his usual elegant and easy-going expression became more serious.

After the professor finished speaking, he asked casually, "Old Li, do you have an opening report for this topic?"

Professor Li said: "Mr. Zhang, do you want it? I'll go to Lao Xie for a copy."

Zhang Jinghua nodded and said, "Okay, please send me an email address, and I'm sorry to trouble you."

……

After school in the afternoon, at the gate of Yuhua Middle School.

Ning Miao just came back from the outside, carrying a bag of books to the school.

When passing by the parking lot, I saw Ji Siyuan standing in the tree-lined alley, and standing in front of him was a majestic middle-aged man in a suit.

"Ji Siyuan, you let me down so much!"

"If you don't get in the top 100 in the monthly exam next time, don't go home and embarrass me!"

"You are just like your mother, let's draw your broken picture!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man turned and left with a cold face, and got into an S-Class Mercedes in the parking lot.

Ji Siyuan stood with his back straight, lowered his head and covered his mouth, his shoulders shrugged slightly.

Ning Miao looked away and walked into the school gate without stopping.

Until the evening self-study, Ji Siyuan returned to Class 17, sat down on his seat as if nothing happened, and was about to take out his sketchbook.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!"

Ning Miao leaned in front of her, blinked her bright smiling eyes, and then took out a stack of books tied with ribbons from behind her.

"Thank you for taking care of me during this time, this is a birthday present! I know you like CG illustrations, but I wonder if you have read these textbooks."

Ji Siyuan is a person who knows how to live. The quilts are folded neatly and beautifully. Although there are many things, they are stored in an orderly manner. The small dormitory is arranged neatly and warmly by her.

Ning Miao learned a lot of little life knowledge from her that she had never seen before, and she also took a lot of care from her.

Ning Miao never treats those who are sincere to her badly.

Ji Siyuan was stunned.

The girl smiled like a warm little sun, sweet and warm, and told her happy birthday that even her brother and father hadn't mentioned.

In their eyes, birthdays are just a form of social opportunity.

Now that she has poor grades, she doesn't deserve it at all.

Those little sisters from aristocratic families who once said they would be friends for life have long since stopped contacting her...

Ji Siyuan had a sore nose, and suddenly hugged Ning Miao and began to cry.

"Hey, don't cry..."

Ning Miao was stunned, hugged her in a hurry, patted her on the back lightly, sighed again, and said, "Forget it, cry if you want to, it's not good for your health to hold it back."

……

After crying for a while, Ji Siyuan unwrapped the gift in embarrassment.

What Ning Miao sent were some books about painting, including advanced tutorials on perspective and light and shadow, as well as sketching and color exercises.

They are all textbooks that cannot be bought in the market and are only circulated in famous studios.

Color printing, hundreds of books a book.

I don't know where Ning Miao found it.

　Slap Ning Yu in the face and start the countdown.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)