It seems like a lot of fun to play other roles once in a while, and Spike has this mentality to pull the fat woman into his own world, but that's just what he thinks.

Sitting at the desk in his room, the cold light hits the 1,200-page first edition of the book spread out, setting off the dense text and the outline of the illustrations of the human body structure cold and desolate, just like this house that accompanies the history of the Montgomery family, the only light can only be the existence of zài projected through the cold machine, the superficial formalism, which can never warm the heart that has lost the ability to breathe.

The tip of the pen rubs against the paper, the man's gaze is a little out of focus but very deep, as if he is very focused on thinking about one thing or a person, and the shadow floating picture gives people the illusion that the quill pen moves on its own.

It was in the midst of this meaningful passage of time that there were rhythmic three knocks on the door of the room.

"Come in."

"Young Master."

Spike knows who's coming in just by hearing the footsteps, but he doesn't know if it's intentional or not, so he doesn't look at the person.

"The coffee you wanted."

"Yes." In fact, he would never bother to answer the servant's statement in the past, but at this moment his own aberration is incomprehensible even to him.

Hearing the door close again, his tense muscles of feigned concentration relaxed for a moment, and he turned to look at the closed door, perhaps because the gap was too narrow for light to seep in from the side that had been cut off.

He picked up the cup of coffee on the table, took a small sip, and muttered to himself left a fleeting echo in the empty room.

- "Do you like to laugh?" I'm going to let you take a look at my world......"

****

On a whim, Spike would never let himself slack off for this reason.

In order to get through the hurdle of "anesthesia", he skipped class for several days in a row and locked himself in the exclusive real yàn room to do real yàn.

Diligence can make up for clumsiness, this is the creed he has always adhered to in order to fake his talent.

It's just that the more "industrious" he is doing now, the heavier the irreparable devastating consequences will be, and at the cost of his life, he has a sense of unbreakable bondage, and another layer of intention of his parents is also clearly pierced into the bone marrow.

It takes ruthlessness to keep your sanity at all times.

Although it is the basic essence of a good doctor to make the judgment that is most conducive to continuation in the face of unexpected situations, it is cruel and difficult to let a person who is on the verge of adulthood face it too early.

How can you push the potion without any mustard, a small mistake will aggravate the burden of blood on your body.

Maybe the pressure in his heart was too much, but on this day, Spike forgot to clip the hemostatic clip when he was doing the real yàn, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the slit of the cut artery, and the warm and wet liquid splashed his face, and the red liquid rendered the sight, and also rendered the analgesia that followed, which was the depth of pressure from the left chest.

Why? I obviously don't like it......

The swarming affection is spicy, sad and hesitant because of his lack of comprehension, Spike is overwhelmed and doesn't even know how to wipe the liquid from his face.

Push open the door, behind the back is a rabbit that has been disemboweled, that is the snow-white rabbit he has just raised for a month, because of his "not knowing how to improve" in the past few days, his father kindly demonstrated the anesthesia for the first time, leaving a new task for himself to complete, but again because of his "not knowing how to improve" and ended in failure.

"Don't ......" The oncoming fat woman stood there in a daze, and her smile stopped awkwardly on her bulging face.

Did you read it wrong? How could she have such an expression.

"Whew......" took a deep breath and returned to the usual level of calmness again, "a cup of coffee." ”

It seems to have become a habit, the self that goes to heaven and earth, the self that endures, but it is also himself who can do nothing about life and death.

More to come later.

Diligence can make up for clumsiness, this is the creed he has always adhered to in order to fake his talent.

It's just that the more "industrious" he is doing now, the heavier the irreparable devastating consequences will be, and at the cost of his life, he has a sense of unbreakable bondage, and another layer of intention of his parents is also clearly pierced into the bone marrow.

It takes ruthlessness to keep your sanity at all times.

Although it is the basic essence of a good doctor to make the judgment that is most conducive to continuation in the face of unexpected situations, it is cruel and difficult to let a person who is on the verge of adulthood face it too early.

How can you push the potion without any mustard, a small mistake will aggravate the burden of blood on your body.

Maybe the pressure in his heart was too much, but on this day, Spike forgot to clip the hemostatic clip when he was doing the real yàn, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the slit of the cut artery, and the warm and wet liquid splashed his face, and the red liquid rendered the sight, and also rendered the analgesia that followed, which was the depth of pressure from the left chest.

Why? I obviously don't like it......

The swarming affection is spicy, sad and hesitant because of his lack of comprehension, Spike is overwhelmed and doesn't even know how to wipe the liquid from his face.

Push open the door, behind the back is a rabbit that has been disemboweled, that is the snow-white rabbit he has just raised for a month, because of his "not knowing how to improve" in the past few days, his father kindly demonstrated the anesthesia for the first time, leaving a new task for himself to complete, but again because of his "not knowing how to improve" and ended in failure.

"Don't ......" The oncoming fat woman stood there in a daze, and her smile stopped awkwardly on her bulging face.

Did you read it wrong? How could she have such an expression.

"Whew......" took a deep breath and returned to the usual level of calmness again, "a cup of coffee." ”

It seems to have become a habit, the self that goes to heaven and earth, the self that endures, but it is also himself who can do nothing about life and death. 、

The swarming affection is spicy, sad and hesitant because of his lack of comprehension, Spike is overwhelmed and doesn't even know how to wipe the liquid from his face.

Push open the door, behind the back is a rabbit that has been disemboweled, that is the snow-white rabbit he has just raised for a month, because of his "not knowing how to improve" in the past few days, his father kindly demonstrated the anesthesia for the first time, leaving a new task for himself to complete, but again because of his "not knowing how to improve" and ended in failure.

"Don't ......" The oncoming fat woman stood there in a daze, and her smile stopped awkwardly on her bulging face.

Did you read it wrong? How could she have such an expression.

"Whew......" took a deep breath and returned to the usual level of calmness again, "a cup of coffee." ”

It seems to have become a habit, the self that goes to heaven and earth, the self that endures, but it is also himself who can do nothing about life and death. R1152