Chapter Twenty-Four: A Rotten Peach Blossom

March 16, 2017 gale

Just now, I obviously felt that the classroom trembled twice, and nervously straightened my waist and looked around, the fleshy anatomy teacher was still talking about muscle groups on it, chattering about the sagittal and coronal surfaces, and the students were still sleeping, drawing books, and playing with mobile phones. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lowered her voice and quietly asked Bai Xue if there was an earthquake? Bai Xue shrugged at me with wide eyes, and a sentence floated out of her eyes: You are napping and dreaming, right?

I looked at the front and back doors of the classroom were still open, and the front windows were also open, thinking that even if the earthquake was stronger, there would still be a passage, and I was at ease, and glanced at the teacher who was wrapping around the biceps and triceps, and silently turned on the phone, and I hadn't recorded my mood for almost a month.

Since the beginning of school, the mood is like this warm and cold spring, there seems to be a lot of vitality, but it is still cold and gloomy.

Finally, there is a rush for professional classes, but it is a bit boring and boring. I've just counted the bones for a few weeks, and I can't imagine that I'm a female man who can fall asleep with a skull in her arms!

What sphenoid bones, temporal bones, ethmoid bones, what indentations, ethmoid sinuses, all kinds of holes, I have been wise and foolish, but when I hold the skull, I can count the treasures.

All the sisters are possessed by the god of medicine, just before the class stood up Xuemei seemed to stumble, asked her what was wrong, she said that my anterior iliac thorn knocked the corner of the table!

Since I started to contact professional classes, I have already understood why the seniors used to say that science students who study medicine are equivalent to switching from liberal arts, a bunch of memory things, that is the jugular foramen, it can't be anything else, there is no romantic situation and human factors.

So we science students are materialists through and through. Ding is Ding Mao is Mao.

Everything is the existence of objective science.

For example, the corn on my toe, whether it hurts or not, it's all there. To put it bluntly, it is the keratin hyperplasia of the skin, which is just a small pimple on the surface of the aging and worn skin. But it is also a wildfire that cannot be burned out, and the spring breeze blows and grows again.

It's like a silent active volcano, when it erupts, it is full of fire, and it hurts so much that I scratch my ears and cheeks and I can't walk or wear shoes.

What's even more depressing is that Shang Ke actually gave me hot water every day, and also gave me all kinds of suggestions and corns on WeChat......

I must not have thought much of it, it must have been what I thought.

However, I think it is...... Unbelievable!

How could it be? Didn't he still hate me for my dirty clothes? Didn't he still tease me?

Also, I didn't give him a hint that I didn't tell him anything? I just joined a modeling group, not for him!

Of course to refuse, to tactfully refuse.

So I replied to him thank you for your concern, I can do it myself.

I am very glad that he has a good eye, he didn't have to fetch water for me anymore, he didn't send me WeChat again, and he didn't even appear in my field of vision anymore.

Will he deliberately take revenge because of love and hatred? Will he accumulate grudges and become ill? Will he never get along with each other from now on? Will he be ready to go, stalk, fish, and die?

What the hell should I do? It must be that I have seen too much of Sansheng III, and I will also bloom a rotten peach blossom!

When will this peach blossom fail!