He faced the quiet oval face under the girl's cap and silently suppressed his worries. Then, he reached out, patted the girl's shoulder, and forced a smile. "Well, don't feel too pressured!"
Qiao Nian looked up. Her eyes were dark, and there was a hint of light in them. She raised her hand and tugged at the brim of her cap again. Her voice was hoarse. "Yes."
…
Qiao Nian entered the competition venue.
The teachers of the Computing Faculty gathered outside, almost like a hill.
They watched as Du Mingwei sent Qiao Nian in. After he returned, they immediately surrounded him.
"Professor Du, what did Qiao Nian say?"
"Did she look at the information we compiled for her? And did she watch all the videos of the past competitions?"
Du Mingwei fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and lit it. A big man said against everyone's pressure, "She said she saw them. Let's just wait!"
