Hidden Identities Of The AI Heiress
/ Hidden identities of the AI Heiress Chapter 293
Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Why Look for Me?
Han Wang's icy gaze swept over to Lu Shiran's lower half, “You haven't even grown a full set of hair yet, not fit to have a puppy love with me.”
Lu Shiran: “…”
He reflexively covered his lower half.
Would it be too late to faint now, pretending none of this had ever happened?
Han Wang saw right through him, her tone icy as she said, “Pass out after I finish speaking.”
“You, you, you say say say…” Lu Shiran had now recovered, but he was even more nervous.
He knew who Han Wang was, at the age of twenty-five, she possessed some incredible skills.
She had even participated in the national aerospace program.
His mind was dizzy, why was Han Wang looking for him??
Han Wang gave Lu Shiran an up-and-down look, finding him utterly clueless and unable to see what was so special about him that could make Professor Qiao personally reach out.
“Do you want to enter the Tianqi Research Institute in the future?”
Without a second thought, Lu Shiran loudly said, “Yes! Very much.”
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Han Wang frowned, “I'm not deaf.”
Lu Shiran hunched his shoulders, “Okay.”
Man, the real deal is even colder! Worthy of being the Great God Han.
Han Wang didn't waste time and went straight to asking Lu Shiran a few questions.
About his area of expertise, Lu Shiran smoothly answered them.
Han Wang listened to his answers, just nodding without giving any comment, but in the end, she handed out a business card.
“Ask me directly if there's something you don't understand.”
Lu Shiran's hand trembled as he took the business card.
Han Wang glanced at her watch and said to Lu Shiran, “Next year there will be a training program at the Tianqi Research Institute, come and participate then.”
Lu Shiran's eyes went wide, his face expressing sheer amazement as if thinking, 'Who am I, where am I, did I hear wrong?'
Han Wang gave him a glance.
Professor Qiao's judgment was indeed accurate; this guy had some talent, just too stupid.
Like a simpleton.
She said no more, her goal accomplished, and turned to leave.
Lu Shiran hadn't come back to his senses when he saw Han Wang about to go, and quickly called out to her, “Wait, wait a minute, can I ask, why are you looking for me?”
The Lu Family and the Tianqi Research Institute had no intersections. Even if there were any, with his mother around, he would not have been allowed to come into contact with people from the Tianqi Research Institute.
It was weird to suddenly approach him and have him join the training program.
The Tianqi Research Institute had training programs annually, selecting geniuses aged fifteen to twenty from across the country to be personally mentored by researchers.
After the training ended, if selected, one could even sign a contract with the institute in advance.
Countless people were breaking their heads trying to get in, but they sought him out.
Were they coveting his talent, or were they coveting his good looks?
Han Wang turned her head to look at Lu Shiran, her tone indifferent, “You'll know in the future.”
Lu Shiran: “…”
He wanted to know even more now.
As Han Wang walked out of the academic building, Pei Ya's call came through.
“You're in Shangjing?”
“Yes.” Han Wang's voice, still as cold as ever.
“What are you doing here?” Pei Ya was somewhat curious.
“To see what Professor Qiao's favored talent looks like.”
“Did you see?”
“Hmm.” Reflecting on Lu Shiran, Han Wang commented, “Kind of stupid.”
Pei Ya said, “Fools have their own kind of fortune; see, he was noticed by Professor Qiao. When are you returning to Yuncheng? If you're not in a rush, let's meet up.”
Han Wang was enormously indifferent and heartless, “Meeting with you, will it expand my knowledge, or will it lead to a breakthrough in my research? It would simply be a waste of my time.”
Pei Ya: “…”
“I'm hanging up.”
Pei Ya: “…”
He couldn't help but grouse to himself – back in the day, little Han Wang was such a cute little girl. Now, having admired Professor Qiao too much, her personality had become twisted, just like that of Professor Qiao.
Chapter end
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