Zhou Yang noticed a junior among the applicants. "Oh, do you know that girl over there?"
Fu Ge was not interested in girls. He only took a look and found her familiar. He said, "1 think she's a freshman this year."
He thought for a moment and added, "From the Chinese Medicine Faculty."
He didn't pay much attention to the girls in school. He just subconsciously paid attention to the people around Qiao Nian.
He had seen Yin Wenzhi around Qiao Nian a few times and found her familiar, so he recognized her.
"Oh." Zhou Yang touched his head and said in a puzzled tone, "Why did a person from the Chinese Medicine Faculty come to sign up for the software competition?"
Zhou Yang realized that he had said something wrong after he finished speaking.
After all, Fu Ge was not a computer science major. So, he tried to smooth things over. "She probably has a specialty in this area. Junior girls nowadays are really awesome."
It was obvious who the other one was.
Fu Ge did not speak. He stood there with a cold expression, waiting for the form to be handed over.
This competition was very valuable.
Mostly because it was a world-class competition.
All computer science students with some confidence wanted to give it a try, so many students came to sign up.
Other than Liang Conglin, there were also a few computer science teachers in the principal's office.
They were mainly responsible for accepting students and recording their names.
Liang Conglin held the rosewood teapot and drank tea while standing at the side to watch the students enthusiastically sign up.
Initially, his attitude was very easygoing, as if he was not interested in the registration.
After all, Qing University had always been inferior to Nanjing University in terms of computing. In the past, the participants who represented the country were all students from Nanjing University.
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