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Chapter 61 Poor in Communicating with Girls
Chapter 61 Poor in Communicating with Girls
Chapter 61 Poor at Communicating with Girls
Natalie asked, "Can't I go in without it?"
The staff member nodded. "Of course, it is the rule."
Natalie pointed at the man who had just gone in and asked, "He didn't show it to you just now. Why did
you let him in?"
The staff member pursed his lips and asked, "Do you know who he is?"
"A Heavyweight guest?" Natalie casually replied and shouted, "Sir, please wait!"
When Owen turned around, he found Natalie stopped at the entrance, so he walked over.
Natalie said, "I paid for your taxi fare just now!"
"Thank you," Owen said, thinking he should not have forgotten to express his thanks.
"You're welcome!"
Owen had no change but a 20-dollar bill. When he had given it to her, she had said she had no change
either and told him to forget it.
Owen guessed she regretted it now, so he took out the 20-dollar bill, handed it to her, and said, "Please
keep the change!"
Natalie was speechless. What a weird man!
Then, she said, "I want to participate in this academic exchange meeting, but I don't have a ticket. Can
you please take me in?"
Owen said, "Huh? Okay, no problem."
Then, he walked to the staff member who was in charge of the check-in and politely said, "This is my
friend. We will attend the meeting together. Thank you."
After they left the check-in desk, Natalie said, "Thank you! They said you are a heavyweight guest
today."
"Really?" Owen modestly smiled, "I will deliver a speech on stage."
Then, he curiously looked at her and asked, "Are you a medical student?"
Well, her face always made people mistakenly think of her as a college student. Maybe it was also
because she was dressed casually today.
She casually replied, "Yes, I study at Goldburg Medical University."
Owen said in surprise, "I am your senior alumni!"
Natalie thought, “Senior alumni? I am your senior!”
But she did not want to continue this topic, so she waved her hand and said, "Hurry up and go in. The
meeting is about to start."
When they arrived at the door, an elder walked over and said, "Owen, you returned to Hamgrad
yesterday, so it must a bit hasty for you to attend the meeting today. Have you drafted your speech?"
"Why?" Owen said in confusion, "Mr. Shaw, I don't need to draft my speech."
Mr. Shaw was speechless.
Looking at Natalie, he asked, "Is this your girlfriend?"
Natalie sighed in her heart that matter where people were, their parents and mentors were always
concerned about their emotional lives. But she had also noticed the elder had called the young
man Owen.
"Mr. Shaw, you misunderstood. She is a student at Goldburg Medical University. I am just her alumni!"
"Really?" Mr. Shaw raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's your name? Are you an undergraduate or
graduate student? What is your major?"
Natalie was speechless.
When she was about to tell him about her research during her doctoral period, a group of people
suddenly came over.
Mr. Shaw hurriedly walked toward the leader and said, "Sir, nice to meet you."
When Natalie took the opportunity to slip away, Owen caught up with her and said, "I'll ask the staff to
add a seat for you next to me. The seats have the attendees’ names on the back, so you can't sit at
will."
Natalie looked at him and asked, "Are you Owen Gentry?"
"Yes." Owen asked in surprise, "Do you know me?"
Natalie nodded, calmly looked at him, and declined, "Thank you, but I can sit in the back row."
If she sat next to him, the media might photograph her. This was an exchange meeting co-hosted by
Goldburg Medical University and the Neurology Department of Goldburg Hospital. So, her face might
appear in the school newspaper or the hospital’s intranet.
She had a pretty face, and even her side face was unforgettable. So, she took out the mask and put it
on, saying, "Sorry, I have an allergy."
She had bluntly rejected Owen. However, he was not angry but nodded. "OK, I'll go to my seat now."
Then, he added, "What’s your name?"
Natalie said through the mask, "We will meet again."
Owen could hear this was a tactful refusal. Since she did not want to tell him, he politely smiled and
walked away without asking again.
The meeting started on time, and Natalie listened carefully. Even though they were talking about the Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
most advanced research progress, their medical technology lagged about ten years behind that in her
world.
She recorded the names of the presenters in her notebook, eliminated academic fakes, and marked
the names of the big shots in several fields, intending to form an expert team with them in the future.
Owen went on stage in the middle of the meeting and delivered a speech without notes, showing his
profound professional knowledge. Within the current technological boundaries, he was at the top set in
the industry. But he was quite humble. So, Natalie marked a big circle on his name and chose him!
After delivering the speech, Owen saw Natalie get up to leave, so he pursed his lips, got up, and
followed her out.
Seeing her wait for the green light on the side of the road, he asked, "Are you going back to school?"
Natalie looked up at him and shook her head. "No!"
"Would you like to have lunch with me?" Owen gently said, "I want to thank you for paying the taxi
fare."
"Haven’t you already thanked me?" Natalie said, "You took me into the meeting venue just now!"
Did he have a bad memory?
Owen was speechless, but he did not want to give up, so he said, "May I have your phone number?"
"Do you want to discuss academic issues with me?" Natalie quickly said, "You can follow me on the
question-and-answer platform. The number of my followers is growing steadily, and my account is in
the top set in my field."
Suddenly, Owen didn't know what to say. Later, he touched his forehead and said, "Okay, I will follow
you."
Natalie had just said it casually and had not expected him to agree so readily.
Owen then asked, "What’s your account name?"
Natalie kept silent.
"I answer questions on that platform too." Owen was very persistent, saying, "And I am looking forward
to discussing academic issues with you."
Natalie then opened the app and showed him her account.
Owen was stunned and asked, "Is that your account name?"
"Yes! What's wrong?"
Owen was from a family of professors, so he was well-bred. He pursed his lips to control his expression
and followed her. His account had millions of followers while she had just registered her account and
answered a few questions.
His followers affectionately called him God Owen. He had a handsome face and was a genius. So, he
had countless female followers like a movie star.
After counting the number of his followers, Natalie looked at her account with complicated emotions
and kept telling herself she was his senior!
"I'm going back." Natalie waved to him and said, "See you!"
Owen also waved his hand and said, "See you!"
Staring after her, he felt a little frustrated, thinking he was indeed poor at communicating with girls!
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When Natalie got on the subway, she found the number of her followers was growing exponentially.
And her account name #QTM and #Owen follows QTM had come trending topics!
In an instant, a large number of private messages flooded in.
She had stayed up late and worked hard on the 3,000-word high-quality answer about neuroscience,
but she had received only a few likes. And few people had sent messages to her before. She had only
received messages from the system, asking her to buy a membership to listen to lectures.
After Owen had answered a like, she instantly got more than a thousand likes.
Everyone was discussing who QTM was. They thought since God Owen had followed QTM and given
a like, the latter must be a big shot.