Chapter 987 Soda Water and Pomegranate Dress (Ⅱ)

Ryan walked up to the table with the stick in hand, observing the angle of the shot, and casually congratulated him.

Joan was drinking iced soda water, and he was slightly taken aback when he heard his congratulations on the publication of his thesis.

"Publication? It's nothing, it just entered the review process."

Ryan turned his head and gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "The "Ofa Review" that published your article was published more than half a month ago, and it is still kept secret now, which is too embarrassing!"

"Oh! So that's the article you were talking about!"

Joan suddenly realized that Angel's so-called congratulations were referring to his first paper, not the one he submitted last week.

Ryan heard what he meant, and asked in surprise: "It's not that one, which one could it be? Joan, have you written a new paper recently?"

"There is indeed an article about 'Insectization'."

Before the paper passed the review, Joan was not sure and didn't want to reveal it. However, Ryan had already asked. He couldn't lie to his friends, so he talked about the summary of the second paper. He didn't have the nerve to talk about the details of awards and the like.

"Joan, you are amazing. Before the first semester is over, you already have two papers!"

In addition to admiring Ryan, he couldn't hide his envy.

"In fact, writing a paper is not difficult. You can also find a topic you are interested in and try to write one. Maybe it will be published in a core journal." Qiao An encouraged.

Ryan blushed and shook his head, looking lacking in confidence.

"I can't even write the big homework assigned by my tutor, so I don't dare to think about core journals."

"Homework may not necessarily be a subject that you are good at and interested in, and it cannot represent your true level."

"Thank you for your encouragement, maybe I should really give it a try..." Ryan's eyes glowed with longing, "I'll discuss it with Angel later, maybe he has the same idea, Joan, if we encounter difficulties, You need help!"

"Be sure to do your best."

Joan now has a little experience in writing and submitting papers, and with the skills taught by his tutor, it shouldn't be a problem to give advice to Ryan and Angel, two rookies.

Perhaps because his mind was full of papers, Ryan's game skills were not as good as Joan's. Coupled with distraction, he was quickly defeated.

Joan took the black ball with one shot, returned to the sidelines to rest, and waited for the next opponent to qualify.

Ryan handed him a glass of iced soda and pointed behind him with a smile.

Joan looked back, only to find colored chalk drawings drawn on the blackboard in the activity room, and a line of titles written in cursive letters.

"The first 'Soda and Pomegranate Cup' pool tournament... what the hell is this?!"

Joan couldn't help complaining.

"This long-winded name, who chose it?"

"Of course Holden." Ryan shrugged helplessly.

"Our Mr. Poet insisted on giving this competition a poetic name. He also said that it should be in accordance with the season and fully display the enthusiasm and colors of summer. The result is like this..."

"What do you think of the name?" Joan asked.

"I don't think so, but Angel and the others say it's very poetic, and the girls especially like it, and they all put on red dresses for the occasion."

Ryan touched his head in a daze.

"This probably shows that we lack artistic cells?"

Joan nodded, expressing deep sympathy.

After winning two rounds in a row, Joan has successfully advanced to the top 16 of this year's "Soda Water and Pomegranate Skirt Cup" billiards tournament, and her next opponent is Audrey.

"How about it?"

Her Royal Highness held the cue gracefully and spun around in front of him, and the long skirt floated up like a pomegranate flower in full bloom.

In the past, Qiao An would definitely ask straightforwardly: "How about what?"

However, after all, he and Audrey live under the same roof, and they have been together for a long time, and they have formed a tacit understanding with each other.

Coupled with the experience in the hot spring resort during this period, under the guidance of the countess, he learned some social common sense, and faced Audrey's sudden question, he was calm and handled it appropriately.

"The red dress is beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment." Her Royal Highness smiled sweetly, "It's rare that you are so good at talking, so you don't have to guess coins. How about you kick off first?"

"Then I'm welcome."

Joan walked up to the table, touched the table habitually, and felt the friction of the velvet with his fingertips. Next, when he mentally calculated the trajectory of the ball, he needed this key data to participate in the calculation.

Qiao An's calculations were very thorough, but he was caught off guard as soon as he got started. There were errors in the actual hitting force and angle, and the traveling route of the billiard ball after impact could not completely match the theoretical calculation.

With superb computing power and third-rate golf skills, Qiao An's overall strength has reached the second-rate level, and he is okay with dish abuse, but against a real first-rate player... it will be for nothing.

The kick-off was not smooth, but fortunately, Audrey also performed poorly, which gave him a chance to make up for it afterwards.

After a hard fight, Qiao An won two sets in a row after losing one game first, beating Audrey and reaching the quarterfinals.

Audrey's golf skills are actually better than hers, and they belong to the second-rate level.

After losing to Joan, Her Royal Highness attributed it to bad luck and poor performance. In fact, it is not ruled out that there is an element of intentional release.

Although Audrey refused to admit that there was a handicap, Joan could feel it, and suspected that the reason why she gave in was mostly because he praised her beautiful dress to make her happy.

Joan's eight-to-four opponent is Hailar.

He wanted to verify whether girls would be merciful when they were praised, and would take the initiative to praise her new dress for its beauty without waiting for Hailaer to hint.

"Of course it's beautiful, I'll know it even if you don't tell me!" Hailaer proudly puffed out his chest, paused his cue, and urged, "Stop talking nonsense and kick off! I really don't understand how you, a rookie, got into the quarterfinals. Next, I will let you see what a real master is."

Well, it seems that compliments are useless, at least Hailar doesn't like this.

Hailar's skills, how should I put it, are like the "goalkeeper" of a first-class player, not as good as hers, and they are not top-notch.

Joan's skills are not top-notch, he lost two games in a row, and was eliminated by Hailar.

"Miss Cai, your style of play today is particularly fierce. Could it be because Qiao An offended you?"

Holden just defeated Arnold and successfully advanced to the semi-finals. He came to observe the opponents he might encounter in the semi-finals.

"Joan is such an obedient child, how could he offend me?" Hailaer was in a good mood after winning the game, and smiled and sucked on the iced soda. "On the contrary, he just praised my skirt for being beautiful, which made me happy!"