Quan Yan used to study medical school at a medical university, and when he didn't go home on weekends, he would squat at a meat stall in the vegetable market with a few snake spirits in the dormitory. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Squatting next to him staring at the joints and tissues of pork bones and pork, the butcher uncle who sold meat had a big waist and a round waist, and the eighteen-foot man was furious in his heart when they saw it.

One day, the uncle couldn't help it: "The little girl can't buy meat?"

Then a few of them discussed the similarities between human bones and pig bones with relish, and were so obsessed that they completely ignored the uncle with a meaty face.

As we all know, the topic of medical school students is quite bloody, and the uncle and aunt who buy vegetables are too old to stand this stimulation, and the business of the uncle's butcher stall was once disturbed by them.

I don't know what kind of kinship the uncle has with the school leaders, but when they taught the director to hold the grade assembly, "...... Let's talk about the anatomy class of Allah......" The teaching director of the Hokkien dialect compared his orchid finger and his index finger to poke the old-fashioned glasses of 800 degrees.

"I'm a graduate of the School of Management, I don't know how to dissect you. But oh, some of the little girls from our house, I'm going to criticize you very much. You study and study, don't disturb other people's business. I don't understand your interest......"

Some of the students who were highlighted by the insinuation had their cheeks flushed under the puzzled eyes of the people around them.

Thinking of the past, Quan Yan lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth curved. "If you really find the lecture too boring and you don't have any real images in your mind, I suggest you go to the newly opened vegetable market east of the family home in your spare time. There must be pork sellers there, go and see the texture of the pork, the bones and joints, and the femoral head—"

"A reminder to you, you will inevitably be blacklisted by the stall owner, you go every once in a while, and go to other vegetable markets every few weeks. Don't discuss it when you watch it, it will affect people's business, and I can't guarantee whether you will use a knife to cut you. ”

It's rare for the power banquet to make a playful little joke, and now these simple older students are still very face-saving and coaxing.

After class, Kwon Yan went back to the office to sort out the documents required by the main campus.

He Zhi brought Quan Xin, who was crying, to find Quan Yan.

"Principal He is here!" The squad leader was about to take a group of boys to play football, when he saw the resolute and handsome He Zhi suddenly came, and when he saw that it was not yet time for dinner, he said hello rarely.

"What about you Dean Quan?" the little fat man hugged his thigh, and He Zhi carried his schoolbag.

The squad leader scratched his head and worried: "I don't know, the dean will leave after class." ”

He Zhi patted him on the shoulder and carried Quan Xin, who was crying louder, onto his shoulder, "Let's play, I'm leaving." ”

"Principal He, let's go!"

A group of boys were just about to go out, when the old professor who taught pathology came in with a book in his arms.

"What are you going to do. ”

"Teach us to play. ”

"What are you playing, you're back in class. ”

"Teach us this recess for thirty minutes. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, boy, hurry up and put the ball away, go to class!"

The audience suddenly wailed, and reluctantly moved to the position and sat down.

The old professor put the briefcase on the lectern, opened the large white porcelain teacup, and took a big sip of the cow.

Then I turned my head and looked at the blackboard, and I wanted to ask why I didn't wipe the blackboard after class, but I took a closer look, "The dean's class in the last class." ”

"Don't talk, class!" The squad leader finished his discipline and trotted up to wipe the blackboard, "Yes, Dean Quan just left." ”

"Then what do you think, how is Dean Quan's class? For the first time, the old professor did not rush to give a lecture, but sat down and chatted with them about his idle days.

It's good not to go to class, this old man has just finished class and has not loosened his muscles, and the lala gossip students are more willing than anyone else.

"The dean never laughs in class!" The study committee members used to go to the countryside to work as an accountant in the village, and they were usually very quiet, and basically did not speak except for studying.

The old professor smiled while holding the teacup and closed the tea lid, "You Dean Quan, she doesn't usually laugh much. Think about it, she is young and a girl, so she can only hold it up with majesty. ”

"Our dean's lecture is particularly bloody!"

"She's also very brutal!"

The old professor waved his hand, "Don't be in the midst of blessings, do you know how much effort our old principal has put into letting the dean teach the anatomy class." She's brutal? This is well known in our family home, do you think Principal He is murderous?"

"Fierce!"

"You Dean Quan are the number one person that even Principal He can fight every day!"

"Wow!!" The audience seemed to explode, and everyone sighed, "Principal He is so pitiful!"

"I finally know where the injuries on Principal He's body came from!"

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