3081 Junior, Can You Give Me Your Contact Information?

Qiao Nian did not respond even after a long time, so Ye Maoshan could not help but call her name. "Nian Nian?"

"Huh?" Qiao Nian looked up and noticed that Old Master Ye was looking at her with concern.

Returning to her senses, she put down her phone and explained. I'm sorry, my friend asked me something just now and I got distracted.

"What did you just say?" Qiao Nian narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and sat up straight.

Ye Maoshan saw the serious expression on her fair face and was stuck. He smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was just telling you about a few restaurants. It's not anything important. It's just that you were in a daze and I called out to you."

Qiao Nian understood and nodded indifferently. "Any restaurant is fine. We can go to whichever one you like. I'm not picky."

"Oh, you!" Ye Maoshan rebuked her, but he was secretly happy. He immediately said, "Then I'll discuss with the young brat later and choose one that everyone likes."

Although he said that, it was not the first time he had eaten with Qiao Nian. He knew very well.

Qiao Nian was indeed not picky.

Basically, she could eat anything.

However, she ate very little food she was unfamiliar with. She mainly accompanied him.

Ye Maoshan made up his mind to find a private restaurant with spicy flavors that were a little unique to Beijing when he returned. No matter what, he had to find some dishes that Qiao Nian liked.

"Sure! The girl was not picky and agreed readily.

Ye Maoshan took a sip of the lemon water as he thought about which old restaurant had the best chef. At this moment.

The man and woman at the table closest to them on the left had long stopped chatting and kept looking in their direction. Finally, one of them seemed to have mustered up the courage and was urged by the others to come to their table.

"H-h.e.l.lo, Senior Qiao."

Old Master Ye looked up in confusion at the young man in his early twenties standing in front of their table with red earlobes. He was holding his phone and staring at. Qiao Nian with s.h.i.+ning eyes.

Unable to figure out the situation, he asked Qiao Nian, "Nian Nian, do you know him?"

Qiao Nian had just replied to Jian Jin's message. She looked up at the young man, sized him up carefully, and shook her head before replying to Old Master Ye, "I don't know him."

The young man quickly explained, "Senior Qiao, I'm a second-year Qing University Civil Engineering student. You probably haven't seen me, but I know you. I've seen your post on the school forum and Weibo. I admire you very, very much."

"Ahem."

Qiao Nian didn't expect to b.u.mp into juniors when she came out for a drink. In addition, Old Master Ye was beside her. Her head hurt. She looked at the young man and said with clear eyes, "I'm in my first year. Don't call me senior.

She dropped out of school after a year in her freshman year.

She was still a freshman.

The other party was one batch above her, so she felt awkward being called a senior.

"Oh, oh, oh" The young man was at a loss. Then, he thought of the cla.s.smates behind him, mustered his

courage, and handed over his cell phone with a red face. "Qiao... Junior, um... can you give me your contact information?"

Although Old Master Ye did not understand young people much, be still realized what this boy wanted now. His sharp gaze immediately sized him up from head to toe.

He was young, sunny, and cheerful.

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