Qin Guan had a random system for managing his contacts, so he trusted Sister Xue with it.
After a whole morning of activities, he lay down on the back seat, exhausted. He asked the question he was most concerned about, "Sister Xue, I want to try the two movies recommended by Wang Jingcao."
Sister Xue was surprised for a moment before she smiled. "That's fine. Try your best. When you leave, you'll achieve something she can't even imagine."
"You'll be busiest in the second half of the year. I've found an assistant for you. She'll be in charge of your daily life and work. I'll bring her with me the next time we meet."
Sister Xue waited for his reply, but the back seat was quiet. She turned around and found Qin Guan sleeping soundly with his head down, his long eyelashes fluttering with the car.
Busy days passed. The annual application season had arrived on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
It was the beginning of the application season, not only for foreign applications, but also for universities in the United States.
The audit work of various universities was also in full swing. The public mailbox was full of application emails as soon as it was opened.
The teacher in charge of the audit rubbed his sore neck. The repetitive work was boring for him.
When he opened another application, it was as if he had fallen into a snow hole in Alaska. He instantly sobered up and felt a chill in his heart.
The staff member, who was known for his silence and rigid image, shared the news with his colleagues. "Jason, come and take a look at this."
Jason was curious about his gloomy colleague's rare conversation. He couldn't help but lean over. "What's up? TOM?”
Tom opened Qin Guan's application and resume one by one. Jason's mouth fell open as he listened to the clicking sound of the keyboard and mouse.
He had an average score of 98 in all subjects and a perfect score for TOEFL and other rigid standards. He had published two basic theses in national economic journals in his sophomore year and three professional theses in his junior year.
The recommendation letters from the professional teacher and the dean of the department were so beautiful that Tom couldn't look at them directly. This was the standard of a straight-A student!
Tom looked at the colleague beside him, whom he usually ignored the most. In the past, he would talk endlessly in front of women, and just like how he often laughed at him, he had also become a dull goose.
Tom was excited. He opened Qin Guan's resume with evil intentions.
A ridiculously beautiful photo was displayed on the computer screen.
"Puff!" Jason didn't know if what he had just spat out was water or the old blood in his chest. This child was too outrageous!
People always said that because of the difference in race, people from different countries and skin colors would easily have a blurred recognition, which was commonly known as face blindness.
If it wasn't someone with a unique appearance, it would be very difficult to recognize an ordinary person who rarely came into contact with different races.
However, beauty had no boundaries, no race, and no gender.
She had also traveled through time. True beauty was able to withstand all tests.
In the cubicle, there was a group of people watching and admiring Qin Guan on the other side of the ocean.
Jason couldn't stand his colleague's constant stretching of his waist, so he grabbed the mouse and clicked on it. This kid also had a lot of social experience. He had even done volunteer work and a lot of work.
This student's influence in the country was like a shot of adrenaline to the recruiters who had just experienced 9/11.
Although the accident didn't have much of an impact on an Ivy League school, it didn't have much of an impact.
However, compared to the number of deliveries in the past, it was indeed a lot less. It was exciting news that they could find such an outstanding student among them.
For the examiners with such standards, it was like the staff who accidentally dug out a top-grade pearl in a fishery.
Jason handed the mouse back to Tom. Looking at the name, he touched his chin. He remembered that Professor Martin had come to ask if an Asian name had been approved. It was Q.
Thinking of this, Jason kindly reminded Tom, "I remember that Professor Martin asked this student before. Do you think this kid is a genius in finance? We haven't even applied for it, but our country's top economist is already paying attention to it? "
Tom looked at Jason in surprise. Aiyo, if this person was not fickle, lecherous, fickle, and promiscuous, he could be considered a good person.
With Jason's reminder, he forced a stiff smile on his face, which was rare for him.
Then what were they waiting for? Since the professor was paying attention to him, Tom decided to send the student's application and resume to him.
This person's future achievements might not just be a master's degree that was not valued by the academy. It was very likely that he would be promoted to a doctorate directly because of the appreciation of his mentor.
In the United States, a master's degree was not as valuable as it was in China. A master's degree only lasted for one to two semesters, so big companies treated it like a bachelor's degree. It didn't have many advantages.
What really attracted attention was the application for a doctor's degree. Those were the students who really loved their major.
In 2002, the craze for studying abroad had just started. At that time, Americans didn't know how useful a master's degree would be for a job in China.
They simply thought that the words written on the application, such as passion, concentration, and wholeheartedly learning, were affirmation of their major.
At that time, anyone who wrote "I love my major" would be approved automatically.
Qin Guan's application and resume were transferred to Professor Martin's desk. The bearded old man sent an email to his old friend in China leisurely. In a few minutes, he received a reply.
The old man is in good spirits. Why hasn't he gone to bed yet?
Puzzled, Martin opened his old friend's boastful email. He thought that the other party would brag about how proficient and clear-minded the student was, but in the end, he received a compressed package.
If Martin had studied Chinese, he would have realized that the package was suffixed with "Qin Guan's Photo Collection".
Martin sipped his coffee and opened the package with his right hand.
A beautiful full-body photo of Qin Guan appeared on the screen. It was a photo taken by the university when he had been the flag bearer at the University Games.
If Martin didn't know his old friend well, he would have thought that his account had been hacked. We are both in the academic field, so please don't show off your face.
Childishly, Qin Guan signed a message in English, "My most beautiful student, do you have one?"
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