After quickly weighing the pros and cons, he looked up and seemed to have made up his mind. He looked at Qiao Nian with a deep gaze. "But Miss Qiao, you don't know the contents of the speech... There's so much time. Even if you can resolve the trojan horse virus, you don't have a script..."
Qiao Nian didn't know what to say when she went up. She had never done a PowerPoint before, so she didn't know the procedure at all.
The girl wasn't wearing a cap today. Her facial features were exquisite and bright, making her extremely eye-catching.
Hearing this, she only raised her eyes slightly and stared at him with her beautiful black eyes. When their eyes met, he felt inexplicably relieved.
"Do you have a script?"
Luo Qing paused for a moment and returned to his senses. His brows were tightly furrowed. "I do, but not really either. I only have a simple manuscript."
He had originally wanted to go on stage without a script, but he didn't have the complete version of the script. He only printed out the important content and sorted out a simple script.
Even the simplified version had more than ten pages.
It was filled with professional terms.
There were also many foreign languages.
Qiao Nian didn't waste her breath and said simply, "Let
me see."
"Now?" Luo Qing asked. He took a deep breath, then searched for the script and handed it to Qiao Nian.
"This is it. This is just a simple version."
Qiao Nian took the script and began to flip through the pages. The light shone on the side of her face as if there was a faint layer of light.
For the next ten minutes, everyone in the room watched as she flipped another page every two minutes.
She was so fast that it was as if she wasn't reading a scientific research report with obscure words, but a comic book.
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