Old Comrade Song dragged Song Yi, who had not woken up, to run wildly on campus.

"Yiyi, be sober, you're going to be late for class soon, move quickly, move quickly."

Song Yi, who was holding the information with bread in his mouth, felt a little wrong.

Hasn't she already graduated?

Why do you still have to take classes?

Oh, she went to the school yesterday to report, she's a graduate student now, but didn't she take the exam for that experimental group?

Why do you have to go to class?

Didn't you go straight to the lab?

Song Yi, who really didn't wake up and had not finished activating his brain, turned his head and looked at the information in his hand, and who would have thought that an accident would happen with this twist.

Anyway, Song Yi couldn't think of it.

Before Song Yi could see what kind of information this was, she had already been dragged by her old father and hit a telephone pole.

That's right, I hit a telephone pole when I was dragged by my old father to run.

Some people may wonder how a big living person, who is not more breathing than a dead person, can run and hit a telephone pole?

Song Yi couldn't figure it out.

She was dragged by her dad all the way to run, she was just a turn back, so she hit a telephone pole?

Song Yi, who lay down due to the reaction force after hitting the telephone pole, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and began to think about the philosophy of life.

She was really relieved of her father.

It turned out that her father could not be trusted.

Also, finding a psychiatrist and a psychiatrist for her old father can be put on the agenda.

If she doesn't cure her old father, I'm afraid she will be cold.

Comrade Lao Song observed his own cabbage.

After finding that she didn't die with the telephone pole, he called her on 120 for the first time, and explained to people briefly and quickly.

"Yiyi, don't go away here, Dad, I'll go to class, and I'll go to the hospital to see you after class."

Song Yi: "......"

After finishing speaking, Comrade Lao Song trotted away towards the teaching building with arduous and resolute small steps.

Song Yi: "......"

Comrade Song, you don't deserve a daughter, do you know?

Mo Xiu came faster than 120, and when he saw Song Yi lying in front of the telephone pole with a serene and quiet expression, he fell into deep contemplation.

The medical staff behind him were silent.

They've seen a lot of fools, like something that can't be taken out of a light bulb when they put it in their mouth, or something that can't be taken out when they put their hands in a glass bottle......

But it's the first time I've seen someone hit a power pole headlong.

"Miss Song, are you still awake?"

Song Yi: "En." ”

"Can you tell me why you can't get along with this pole?" Mo Xiu smiled very politely, "If the reason is sufficient, I can consider telling the above and asking them to help you dismantle this telephone pole." ”

Song Yi: "......", forget it, I'm still not sober.

Just after Song Yi was carried away, a popular post suddenly appeared on the forum of the Institute of Physics.

[Physics makes people bald, quantum mechanics makes people give up life, with pictures with pictures. 】

The accompanying picture is a photo of Song Yi falling after hitting a telephone pole, and Mo Xiulai took Song Yi away.

Then it didn't take long for the post to be issued, and it immediately attracted a large wave of melon-eating people.

[What a girl, why don't you want to start physics and mathematics. 】

[It's a pity that these beautiful and thick hairs, I don't know how many years they can be kept well? 】