Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 875: Chapter 849: Senior Meds, Never Stop

Qian’s position is still a bit far from the stage, and if Minglang looked up, he should be able to see her, but Minglang was fully focused at this moment, staring straight ahead, fixated only on the electronic question board in front of her, exuding a resolute aura that, at first glance, really resembled Qian.

No wonder she is a protégé personally trained by Qian; she can hold the ground at critical moments. Qian was satisfied. For someone with no prior experience in major competitions, Minglang’s performance was really commendable.

The sound of a text message alerted Qian, and it was from Yu Minglang.

”Don’t worry.”

She curled her lips, understanding what he meant.

The ring of the phone brought back Qian’s attention. She carefully deleted the text and looked up at the big screen where the host announced the content of Minglang’s debate.

For others it might not seem too difficult, but for Minglang, it was like walking into a trap.

The topic assigned to Minglang was: What is your view on disputes between counselors and clients?

Qian frowned. This seemingly simple debate was actually the hardest to achieve high scores in.

After the topic was announced, there would be half an hour of preparation time, during which Minglang was thinking while jotting down her thoughts hastily on paper.

Her mind was still a bit chaotic. The topic looked simple, but answering it well was not easy.

Moreover, her appearance order by lottery in this group of 4 people was relatively late; she was third to appear.

Although everyone answered separately without hearing each other’s arguments, the judges definitely had a sequence in mind. If her viewpoint wasn’t novel or if it repeated the previous ones, the scores given would definitely not be high. Minglang was trying hard to find a way.

Qian stared intently at Minglang from below, judging her current level of confidence from her subtle expressions.

She could feel that Minglang’s thoughts were clear at the moment, and she certainly had her own ideas.

If Minglang continued writing, there would be no problem at all with her completing it independently, yet at this moment, something went wrong.

The lights on the scene flickered, and Minglang instinctively glanced around in the direction of the lights.

She immediately spotted Qian among the audience below, even ignoring Mrs. Yu.

Minglang excitedly took a small step toward Qian’s direction, and Qian gently shook her head, prompting her to retract her foot.

Minglang’s response in the moment was still quite good.

She knew that with Qian sitting in that position, she couldn’t possibly come up.

At the moment Qian and Minglang’s eyes met, Qian’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh no!

If Minglang hadn’t seen her, she would probably have had her line of thought by now. But seeing Qian present, Minglang’s thoughts instantly broke off, thinking only about what Qian should do.

This is an understanding that anyone who has raised a child knows: when a parent is beside the child, the child becomes especially hard to appease, acting up in all sorts of ways, yet when the parent’s not around and the child’s left with someone else, many children become particularly independent.

Minglang’s admiration for Qian had reached an unprecedented height; upon seeing Qian, all her ideas vanished.

Qian was now in the audience... Minglang anxiously looked at Qian, hoping Qian, who couldn’t go on stage, could give her a hint.

Qian was also thinking of ways to pull Minglang’s scattered attention back... and then she got it!

Qian clenched her fist, made a gesture to her own face, then returned to a natural position; no matter how Minglang looked at her, she no longer reacted.

What does this mean...

This long-term familiarity meant something; the tacit understanding was there. If it were someone else, they might think Qian meant to say, ”Do poorly and I’ll hit you,” with that gesture.

But Minglang understood Qian’s nature; there must be something crucial in that gesture for her answer, what could it be...

Considering Qian’s style of never saying unnecessary words or taking unnecessary actions, this gesture had to be closely related to her recent studies or work. Recently she hadn’t been studying theoretical material much, just interning at the hospital—internship!

Minglang came to the realization, her eyes lit up.

Right, domestic violence!

Qian was certainly reminding her that the approach to the question should follow the track of domestic violence!

In cases of domestic violence, what Qian wished for her to grasp was nothing more than the four characters that imply finding oneself.

So at this moment, Qian must mean for her to write along her original train of thought, and it could also be interpreted to make ”the healer’s compassion” the theme.

Once her thoughts were opened up, it was simply unimpeded, and Minglang quickly wrote on paper. Qian also breathed a long sigh of relief.

”What did you say to her just now?” Mrs. Yu saw Qian make a gesture to Minglang, and then Minglang seemed to be extremely energized.

”I told her to write freely, don’t hold back.”

”...Was it really that simple?” Mrs. Yu felt it was quite unbelievable.

”That has to be based on her own solid grounding; if she hadn’t worked hard herself, no gesture of mine would have worked.”

Qian relaxed. She knew she wasn’t mistaken in her judgment.

The competition procedure was divided into several groups, with a few people taking turns to come on stage to debate. Once done, they would wait for the results at a designated place, without hearing others’.

But the audience could hear the entire session.

Qian listened intently to what the two other members in Minglang’s group wrote. It was all right; there were no major issues, but nothing exceptional either. If Qian were a judge, she’d give them a passing score at most.

When it was Minglang’s turn, both Qian and Mrs. Yu focused intently; Qian was ready to watch her protégé’s wonderful performance when a bottle of soda mysteriously appeared in front of her.

”Hi~” Qio Yu Xuan was again in a completely white outfit, seeming to have a special fondness for white.

Shaking the soda in front of Qian, she took it and handed it over to Mrs. Yu.

”I thought I’d see you on stage.”

Qian shrugged, ”There’s no accounting for variables.”

”Who is this...?” Mrs. Yu hadn’t seen Qio Yu Xuan before.

”This is the famous psychiatry authority, Professor Qio Yu Xuan,” Qian introduced, mentally adding a sentence, also a seasoned medication enthusiast with undefined mental issues.

”Hello there, in-law!” Qio Yu Xuan extended his hand to Mrs. Yu.

Mrs. Yu was taken aback, and Qio Yu Xuan explained.

”I am Qian’s PhD advisor, isn’t it fine to call you in-law?”

”Uh...” Mrs. Yu didn’t know how to respond; it seemed such a term was inappropriate, no?

Qian’s temple pulsated.

”He’s lived abroad for a long time, some of the domestic terms confuse him, and my PhD isn’t with you either.”

”Hehe~” Mr. Qio chuckled and did not further the conversation.

Mrs. Yu observed her daughter-in-law’s indifferent reaction towards Mr. Qio, her mouth opened then closed again; never mind, let the children decide for themselves.

”Beauty, can I sit here?” Mr. Qio asked the woman next to Qian.

The woman was about to say the seat was taken when Mr. Qio stealthily slipped two shopping cards to her and gestured towards his original seat, which was even more forward than her current one.

The woman stood up, allowing Mr. Qio to sit next to Qian as he wished.

”This is already the VIP area, how could you confidently assume money wouldn’t offend someone?” Though Qian hadn’t seen Mr. Qio slip the money, she had observed the woman pocketing it in a grasp of shopping frenzy.

”It’s simple, her family may be well off, yet she has a shopping addiction; how can such a person resist the temptation of shopping cards?” Mr. Qio smiled at Qian.

Qian was surprised, turning to look at him.

The woman had sat next to her for quite some time, yet Qian hadn’t discerned her shopping addiction, while Qio Yu Xuan had figured it out in just a glance?