Li Xianglan's attitude towards herself, that polite and polite greeting, Yang did not feel uncomfortable in his heart.

Because she and others only met by chance at a banquet, and then there was a simple exchange, she couldn't talk about how familiar she was, and the person who knew her very well was called Ximen Fuxue.

I knew that I brought the dog with me, harmful. Yang remembered the whistling dog and remembered that Li Xianglan liked animals.

But the dog is actually a movie star now, and if it is a movie with a dog, I want it to make a cameo, it eats and drinks well, and it is accompanied by so many beautiful stars, which is more comfortable than a person.

Li Xianglan seems to be a popular figure among the new students, and there are quite a few people who know her.

After I arrived, I also went to the front to turn over the words.,Roughly I also want to be friends with everyone who comes.。

It is estimated that many of these male students came to Li Xianglan, and when she spoke, the eyes of those male students flashed with green light, including the fat man beside Yang.

The fat man regretted it a little, because this sorority was really different from the previous sorority he had participated in.

He was really an academic discussion, and he actually came directly to a debate.

"Brother Yang, shouldn't the sorority come up and drink and dance first, and then play a matching game?" the fat man grabbed Yang's clothes with a bitter face.

"If it goes on like this, how can there be room for our brothers to play, isn't this in vain?" The fat man is naturally a scumbag among the scumbags, and he naturally puts Yang and him on the same channel.

However, Yang was really a scumbag in the past, but now it is different from the past, Yang has a system and knows everything, but he is too lazy to be in the limelight.

The debate tournament has begun, and the first is the free debate.

One student goes up and gives a random topic for a debate, and the other students are free to go up and debate with it.

The topic of debate now is who is in charge of the house between men and women.

The fat man and Yang stared at the back of the crowd. The female classmate in front of her went up and quoted the scriptures, a girl with quiet eyes, her mouth opened and spit was flying, and she almost drowned the male classmate who came out of the question.

The male classmate took two steps back, and immediately went up to follow the relay.

The other students watched with relish, and the hall was filled with only the sound of heated debates in front of them, and the occasional enthusiastic applause.

Yang and the fat man only felt that their ears were going to be deaf from such a distance. Yang gave the fat man a gesture, and was immediately denied by the fat man, and finally came, and he didn't have a sentence with his female mythology, at least he had to leave a phone number to be worthy of today's efforts.

The form of a drinking party in the hall, without chairs, Yang and the fat man were trapped on the wine table next to them, struggling to survive.

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly I heard someone calling them.

"Two students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine over there. ”

"Classmate, I'm calling you. ”

Yang and the classmate in front of the fat man touched their table, and at this time, the two realized that all the eyes in the hall were focused on the two of them.

Yang shook his head and quickly wiped the scarf on his face, it turned out that it was still there, so he felt at ease.

The fat man was also afraid of being recognized, so he had already learned from Yang's style and surrounded his entire fat face with a scarf.

The two quickly glanced at each other, but they both saw that they didn't know anything in each other's eyes, and directly defined each other as pig teammates.

"Two students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, please come to the front. ”

The two of them were scoundrels, so they had to walk forward slowly, scanning around with their eyes as they went, but they couldn't get any information.

This reminded Huang Dalong of the time he slept in class, and he was also picked up by the teacher in this way, went to the podium to write the topic, and the road from the seat to the blackboard was the same as today, as dazed and helpless.

As soon as he arrived at the front, the fat man coughed continuously: "Ahem! I'm sorry, I have a bad cold." With a cough, the fat man was on the side, and everyone didn't want to be very close to a pathogen, so the fat man stood aside freely.

Yang's contemptuous eyes only made the fat man's spine cold, but he still hid behind the crowd, he would rather betray his brother than make a fool of himself in front of his goddess.

"Well, I'm sorry, I was discussing academic issues with my companions just now, is there anything wrong with letting us go on stage? Yang immediately made a nonsense without blinking his eyes.

But as soon as these words came out, everyone believed them.

There was only one girl in the field, and after hearing Yang's words, she suddenly looked at him with wide eyes, and the fists in her hands were clenched tightly.

"It's such a classmate... The bespectacled girl recounted the incident to Yang in detail.

While Yang and the two of them were stunned, a student of modern medicine went up to the topic of a debate, pointing out that the arguments of ancient Chinese medicine for the meridians had no scientific basis.

The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, also known as the Department of Ancient Medicine, has few students, because it is not one or two who can achieve success in learning Chinese medicine, and it is possible that they will do nothing for a lifetime, because it is too broad and profound, complicated and difficult to learn.

Today, there are only two people in the Department of Ancient Medicine, and there are more than a dozen students from the Department of Modern Medicine, including the girl who wears glasses, who is also a student of the Department of Modern Medicine.

The two students of the Department of Ancient Medicine have been debated by others, and they secretly wiped their tears on the side, they have just entered the school for half a year, how much medical knowledge can they learn, and Chinese medicine is obscure and difficult to understand, so naturally they can't argue with those people.

Yang saw that it was two girls who were crying, and this was still flirtatious? These people are too much.

"May I ask if the classmate is from the Department of Modern Medicine or the Department of Ancient Medicine?" the girl with the eyes asked again, because she really didn't have any impression of the two classmates, so she thought that the two should be from the Department of Chinese Medicine, so she called the two to the front.

Department of Modern Medicine, Department of Modern Medicine, the fat man kept giving Yang a look.

"Below is a student of the Department of Chinese Medicine. Yang pulled the scarf upwards as he spoke.

Yang blurted out the words, almost made the fat man angry, is the IQ of this newly recognized brother a little low?

"Okay, do you want to argue with me?"

Before the girl who was the temporary host could speak, the shouts of a man in front of the stage came.

The pimples on this man's face were all over his face, and at first glance, the adolescent hormones could not be vented, and he was so ruthless that it all rushed to his face.

The pimple boy looked at Yang proudly, just won the two of them, and they were both crying by their own debate, he now feels that he is the god of debate, and his knowledge is unparalleled, and he has never thought about why he is still single.