Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1000 Global Netizens: Finally Seeing the True Face of Professor Qiao!
Jiang Jing’s mind went completely blank.
She suspected that she must have been hallucinating. Otherwise, how could she have heard the winner’s name as Qiao Yun??
Qiao Yun? The Qiao Yun she knew?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!!
Not only was Jiang Jing stunned, but the livestream audience was equally dumbfounded. The comments on the livestream chat skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
[Wait, what? Which Qiao Yun? Did he just say Qiao Yun?]
[It can’t be the Qiao Yun I know, right!! Is it really her? No way, this is too surreal.]
[It must just be someone with the same name, right? There’s no way Qiao Yun could be Professor Qiao, unless the sky was falling.]
[First, they clung to the Technology Association, and now they’re trying to ride on Professor Qiao’s name? Qiao Yun’s fans are addicted to clout-chasing, it’s disgusting.]
[Qiao Yun, stop! Stop! Stop! Don’t try to attach yourself to Professor Qiao, you’re out of your league, okay?] 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
[Professor Qiao is on a completely different level. Qiao Yun doesn’t even qualify to mention her name.]
[Is it Qiao Yun or Qiao Yun (alternate pronunciation)? Foreigners always mess up Chinese names, but there’s no way it’s this Qiao Yun.]
Some netizens even flooded Lu Zhanxing’s social media accounts with comments.
[Can you tell your sister to stop hyping herself up?]
[Does she honestly think she’s worthy of Professor Qiao?]
At that moment, Lu Zhanxing was filming a night scene on set. During a break, he quickly checked his phone and saw those comments. Rolling his eyes, he deleted them all with a single click.
Heh, the more arrogant you all are now, the harder you’re going to fall later.
To be fair, it wasn’t surprising that netizens were this furious. After all, Qiao Yun was far too young for anyone to naturally associate her with the legendary Professor Qiao. Seeing her name tied to Professor Qiao’s, many assumed she was desperately chasing fame, trying to grab attention everywhere she went. Fortunately, someone reminded everyone in time.
[What’s the point of all this bickering? Didn’t they announce that Professor Qiao would appear? Once she shows up, the truth will come out.]
These words brought everyone to their senses. They immediately stopped speculating and focused their attention on the conference. They were eager to see: just which Qiao Yun was this?
Meanwhile, Jiang Jing, after being flustered for a while, snapped back to reality when Xu Qiao anxiously questioned her with confusion. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone, her eyes glued to the livestream.
Xu Qiao was startled by Jiang Jing’s agitated behavior and was worried she wasn’t feeling well.
"Jingjing, are you okay?"
Could it be that being cooped up for too long had made her mentally unstable?
Jiang Jing didn’t reply. Her entire focus was on the livestream.
Seeing Jiang Jing staring so intently at her phone, Xu Qiao decided to look over her shoulder and watch too.
When she saw it was the award ceremony for the global computing conference, her tone carried a touch of admiration as she said, "Professor Qiao has done China proud this time. I heard this conference is considered the Nobel Prize or Academy Awards of the research world. Jingjing, if you work hard, maybe one day you could win one too."
Despite saying so much, she got no response from Jiang Jing, so she eventually shut her mouth and focused on the livestream.
...
It wasn’t just the netizens and Jiang Jing who were nervously waiting with anticipation. Many others were eagerly awaiting Professor Qiao’s first public appearance, one of whom was Huo Lin.
He had always been curious about Professor Qiao. Despite being entangled in troubles of his own, he still made time to watch the livestream.
When Professor Brute announced Qiao Yun’s name as the winner, Huo Lin was momentarily surprised but didn’t think too deeply about it. He assumed that the professor’s real name just happened to sound like Qiao Yun’s.
As he watched the livestream, his phone suddenly rang.
Huo Lin frowned slightly, his brows furrowing with irritation at being interrupted. Answering the call, his tone was indifferent: "What is it?"
"Young Master, Pei Ya has gone to see Madam."
Huo Lin’s expression flashed with surprise. At this late hour, why would Pei Ya choose now to visit Fu Yun?
The person on the other end, sensing Huo Lin’s silence, respectfully added, "Young Master, should we take any action?"
Huo Lin tapped his fingers lightly on the table, hesitating for only a moment before replying indifferently, "No, let him be." After a short pause, he added, "Report immediately if there’s anything unusual on Madam’s side."
"Understood."
Huo Lin hung up the phone, his expression unreadable.
Whatever Pei Ya was planning with Fu Yun, it couldn’t be anything good.
His feelings toward Fu Yun were now deeply conflicted. Adding to that, Pei Ya had once said that if Huo Lin intervened in Fu Yun’s affairs, Pei Ya would drag down the Huo family with him.
Between the Huo family and Fu Yun, Huo Lin ultimately chose not to interfere in Fu Yun’s matters.
As long as Pei Ya didn’t harm Fu Yun’s life, Huo Lin could turn a blind eye.
Fu Yun was meant to bear the consequences of her mistakes.
After learning that he wasn’t Fu Yun’s biological child and seeing her attitude toward him, Huo Lin had completely lost hope in her.
Huo Lin took a deep breath, pulling his thoughts away and refocusing his attention on the livestream.
...
Back at the conference, Professor Brute spoke in his usual unhurried manner: "Due to personal reasons, Professor Qiao is unable to attend the event in person. Now, let us connect with Professor Qiao remotely and hear her thoughts on winning this award!"
The camera then shifted to the large screen, which displayed a "Connecting..." message.
On the other side of the network, viewers around the world held their breath. No one dared to look away.
Finally, they would get to see Professor Qiao’s true face!
They were about to witness a miracle!
Jiang Jing swallowed her dry throat, her breathing quickened, and her hand holding the phone trembled so much that Xu Qiao almost thought she was sick.
Perhaps due to a slight delay in the network, the connection wasn’t established immediately. In just that brief moment, Jiang Jing felt as if an entire century had passed.
At last, after an excruciating wait, the video call was connected.
Everyone gasped audibly, only to be greeted by darkness.
Netizens: ???
Where was the person?
Where was Professor Qiao?
Just as everyone was feeling confused, the video began to shake, and with the movement of the camera—
They first saw a dimly lit sky.
Then the camera tilted upward, revealing a portion of a petite, fair chin.
Next were soft, pink lips.
Then a delicate, slightly upturned nose.
Dark, dense lashes framed a pair of bright, ebony eyes.
Finally, the camera steadied, allowing everyone watching the conference worldwide to clearly see what Professor Qiao looked like!
It was a flawlessly beautiful face, and at that moment, her expression was indifferent and calm, exuding a kind of languid fatigue.
"Hello."
She spoke, her voice soft and pleasant, with a hint of sweetness and gentleness.
Her voice wasn’t loud, even carrying a trace of laziness, as if she weren’t participating in the prestigious global computing conference but just an ordinary meeting. Her face displayed no trace of nervousness at all.
Yet, the moment she spoke, it was as if a bomb had been dropped into a still lake.
The entire world went silent.
Even the previously clamorous livestream chat, with viewers calling for Professor Qiao to appear, vanished the instant she appeared.
It was as if the livestream room was completely empty.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment!
—Author’s Notes—
Feeling scatterbrained today and couldn’t organize my thoughts well. Since this Chapter is short, I’ll add more tomorrow!
