Mage Joan

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

Joan was drinking ice-cold soda, listening to him congratulate his paper for publication, can not help but stunned.

"Publish? Nothing happened, just entered the review process."

Ryan glanced back at him and said angrily: "The Austrian Review" that published your article was published more than half a month ago, and it is still confidential, so it's not interesting enough!"

"Oh! It turns out that you are talking about that one!"

Joan suddenly awakened. The so-called congratulations of Angler refers to his first paper, not the one that was submitted last week.

Ryan heard his implication and asked in surprise: "Not that one, what else could it be? Joanne, have you written a new paper recently?"

"There is indeed an article about "Insectosis"."

Before the manuscript passed the review, Qiao An had no idea, and he didn’t want to reveal it. However, Ryan had already opened his mouth. He was not easy to deceive his friends, so he talked about the summary of the second paper. As for the referral to the Journal of Austrian Law, apply He didn't mean to say details like awards.

"Joan, you are so powerful. There are already two papers before the first semester!"

Ryan couldn't hide his envy beyond admiration.

"In fact, writing papers is not difficult, you can also find an interesting topic, try to write an article, maybe it can be published in the core journal." Qiao An encouraged.

Ryan blushed and shook his head, appearing weak.

"I can't even write the major assignments assigned by the instructor. How dare you think of any core journals."

"Homework is not necessarily a subject you are good at and interested in, and it does not represent your true level."

"Thank you for your encouragement, maybe I should really give it a try..." Ryan's eyes gleamed with longing, "I look back at Angel to discuss, maybe he has the same idea, Joan, if we are in trouble, You have to help!"

"Do your best."

Joan now has a little experience in writing and submitting papers, plus the skills taught by his instructors, pointing the two rookies, Ryan and Angel, should not be a problem.

Perhaps it was because he was thinking about the thesis. Ryan was not as good as Joan, and with the distraction, he quickly lost.

Joan closed the black ball with a stroke and returned to the sidelines to rest, waiting for the next opponent to qualify.

Lane handed him a glass of cold soda and smiled and pointed at him behind him.

Joan looked back, only to find that the chalkboard was painted on the blackboard in the activity room, and there was a line of headlines written in cursive letters.

"The first "Soda and Pomegranate Skirt Cup" Billiards Championship... what the **** is this?!"

Joan couldn't help vomiting.

"Why did you get the name of this wordy word?"

"Of course Holden." Ryan shrugged helplessly.

"Mr. Poet, we must give this game a poetic name, and say that we must keep up with the seasons, and fully show the enthusiasm and color of the summer. The result is like this..."

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

"I don't think it's great, but Angell said they are very poetic, and girls especially like it, and they all wear red skirts as appropriate."

Ryan touched his head in a daze.

"This probably shows that we lack art cells?"

Joan nodded, feeling the same.

After two rounds in a row, Joanne has successfully advanced to the top 16 of the current "Soda and Pomegranate Skirt Cup" billiards tournament. The next opponent is Audrey.

"how about it?"

Her Royal Highness held the club elegantly, and turned a circle in front of him, and the long dress floated like a blooming pomegranate flower.

In the past, Joan will definitely ask directly, "What's the matter?"

However, after all, he and Audrey lived under the same roof, and they have been together for a long time, and they have formed a mutual understanding.

Coupled with the experience in the hot spring resort during this time, I have been taught by the countess, and I have learned a lot of social common sense. In the face of the awkward inquiry of Audrey, I am calm and cozy.

"The red skirt is very beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment." Her Royal Highness smiled sweetly. "It's rare that you talk so much, you don't have to guess coins. How about kicking off first?"

"Then I'm welcome."

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

Joan calculated very carefully, but he was in a hurry as soon as he got started. There was an error in the actual batting force and angle. The course of travel after the billiard ball's impact did not fit the theoretical calculation completely.

Super first-class computing power, combined with third-class ball skills, Joan's comprehensive strength reached second-class level, dish abuse is okay, against the real first-class master...just give it away.

The kick-off was not smooth, but fortunately Audrey also played poorly, giving him the opportunity to remedy afterwards.

After a bitter fight, Joanne lost two games in a row and defeated Audrey to the quarterfinals.

Audrey’s ball skills are actually better than her, and they belong to the second-class level.

After losing to Joanne, Her Royal Highness was attributed to bad luck and poor performance. In fact, it did not exclude the intentional release of water.

Although Audrey refused to admit that there was a handicap, Joan felt it, and suspected that she let herself, mostly because she praised her beautiful skirt and made her happy.

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

He wanted to verify whether the girl would be merciful even if she was praised, so she didn’t wait for Hailar to suggest that she would praise her new dress beautifully.

"Of course it's beautiful, I know it if you don't say it!" Hailar stood proudly, paused his cue, and urged: "No nonsense, kick off! Really don't understand how your little chicken is in the quarterfinals, Next, let you see what a real master is."

Well, it seems that the compliment is useless, at least Hailar does not eat this set.

Hailar's game skills, how to say, is like a "goalkeeper" of a first-class player.

Joanne's ball skills are not first-class, losing two games in a row, was eliminated by Hailar.

"Sister Cai Fan, your style is particularly fierce today, wouldn't it be because Joan offended you?"

Holden had just defeated Arnold and advanced to the semifinals. He came to observe the opponents he might encounter in the semifinals.

"How could Joan, such a good boy, offend me?" Hailar was in a good mood after winning the game, smiling and sucking on iced soda. "On the contrary, he just praised my beautiful dress and made me happy!"

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