Li Xuedong took a taxi back to Jiangzhou Medical College for two classes on Chinese herbal medicine in the morning and afternoon.

The teacher of Chinese herbal medicine is an old professor with gray hair, who is said to be a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor in Jiangzhou City, although his popularity is not as high as Fan Wenzhong, but it is basically a household name for Jiangzhou people.

The old professor brought a box of Chinese herbs to the students and told them about the medicinal properties and special properties of these herbs.

Even though Li Xuedong was already familiar with the knowledge of these Chinese herbal medicines, he still sat up straight and sat patiently taking notes.

All the professors of Chinese herbal medicine are ladder professors, and the students are free to choose their seats, and the people sitting next to them know each other, and some do not know each other.

At this time, sitting next to Li Xuedong was a girl with an ordinary appearance, but a very comfortable smile.

The girl has been staring at Li Xuedong since she sat down, because she found that Li Xuedong listened very carefully in class, and his notes were also extraordinarily dedicated.

He actually wrote the entire blank notebook to the brim, knowing that the knowledge points taught by the professor were not as many as he wrote.

Li Xuedong noticed that the girl next to him was staring at him, and he couldn't help but glance at him, and saw that the girl was staring at him with surprised eyes.

"Excuse me, did I affect you?"

Li Xuedong noticed that he was writing brush-by-brush when he was taking notes just now, and he didn't pay attention to the people around him at all, and immediately showed an apologetic smile.

The girl hurriedly shook her head and whispered, "No, it's just that I think you are so good, you can write so many notes, can you lend me a look?"

Li Xuedong smiled gently, handed the notebook to the girl and said, "Of course you can, it's just that my handwriting is not very good, don't laugh at me." ”

The girl took Li Xuedong's notebook, shook her head like a small wave, and said with a smile: "How come, I think your handwriting is very good." ”

The girl said and looked down at the notes made by Li Xuedong.

The more I looked, the more frightened I became, and the more I watched, the more shocked I became.

She looked up at Li Xuedong, widened her eyes and asked, "...... you How did you make this note, I think there are so many degrees that the professor didn't mention!"

Li Xuedong was a little embarrassed by the girl's question, his eyes rolled, and he found a suitable excuse for himself, that is, he had done his homework in advance, so he checked the medicinal properties of these herbs.

The girl looked like she had suddenly realized and let out an oh sound.

The girl glanced at it a few times and suddenly felt a little dizzy, so she returned the notebook to Li Xuedong and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Your notes are too much, I can't digest them, so I'll give it back to you." ”

Li Xuedong actually understands the girl's embarrassment very well, let alone her, even the knowledgeable old professor on the podium, maybe he will find it difficult to digest when he sees Li Xuedong's notebook.

Li Xuedong introduced himself to the girl, and it turned out that the girl next to him was named Zhu Lingling, who was a student of the Department of Chinese Medicine like him, but she was still a member of the school's sketch club.

"Sketch?"

Li Xuedong had heard of sketching, but it was the first time he had come into contact with someone who loved sketching.

The girl nodded when she heard this, she took out her drawing board from behind her, handed him to Li Xuedong and said, "Yes, I studied sketching, you see, these are all drawn by me." ”

Li Xuedong took the sketch board and opened it to inspect it, but saw the lifelike sketches presented in front of him, whether it was a porcelain vase or a static figure, they were all so realistic.

Looking at the lifelike character scenes, Li Xuedong suddenly had an idea, he wanted to draw Tang Xueyan and give her his sketches as a gift when the time came.

Li Xuedong looked up at Zhu Lingling and asked, "That, can I join your sketching club, I don't have sketching skills, I just want to draw a person." ”

Zhu Lingling carefully put away the sketch board, she looked at Li Xuedong and said: "Of course you can, there are actually only five or six people in our sketching club, and our president asked us to find someone to come in before, but now there are not many people who are interested in sketching." ”

Saying that, Zhu Lingling seemed to remember something, she tilted her head and asked Li Xuedong's name, she didn't know his name yet.

Li Xuedong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly introduced to the other party: "I'm really sorry, my name is Li Xuedong." ”

Li ...... Li Xuedong, you are that Li Xuedong?!"

Zhu Lingling has long been familiar with Li Xuedong's name, that is the man of the year in the school, no one knows who knows, but she didn't expect that the boy with a gentle and sunny smile in front of her turned out to be Li Xuedong.

Li Xuedong smiled: "I don't know who Li Xuedong you are talking about, but my name is indeed Li Xuedong." ”

Zhu Lingling once heard people talk about Li Xuedong, who was a ruthless character who beat many elites in the school's karate club, and he was also the boyfriend of Tang Xueyan, the school flower of Jiangzhou Medical College......

So many halos are on Li Xuedong's body.

In Zhu Lingling's impression, Li Xuedong is a suave, arrogant and domineering rich son.

Zhu Lingling tilted her little head and thought about it, thinking that these two people were likely to have the same name, how could the boy in front of her who looked like the brother next door be the rumored Li Xuedong.

Zhu Lingling said a little embarrassedly: "Maybe I admit my mistake, I'm sorry." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Li Xuedong smiled faintly.

Ten minutes after the bell rang, the old professor left the lecture hall with his pot of Chinese herbs.

Li Xuedong stood up to say goodbye to the old professor, and then began to pack up his books and utensils.

After Li Xuedong packed up his things, Zhu Lingling tugged at his cuffs and said, "Didn't you say that you wanted to join our sketching club, then let's go now, maybe we can catch up with the president to give the main class." ”

With that, Zhu Lingling picked up the drawing board and pulled Li Xuedong out of the back door of the classroom.

The Sketch Club is located in the western corner of the building, the entire site is the size of an office, and is stacked with various plaster statues and easels.

However, the light of the sketch club is very good, just shining by the sun, so it will not be gloomy.

When Li Xuedong followed Zhu Lingling to the sketching club, he saw that the entire sketch club was empty.

There is a line of words written on the blackboard in front of her, which is a message to Zhu Lingling, saying that the other members of the club have something to do in the afternoon, so just let her work hard to clean up the club.

Zhu Lingling showed a lost expression, she put the sub-board on an easel, and looked at Li Xuedong with some embarrassment: "I'm really embarrassed, I didn't know that everyone had something to do today, so let you run for nothing." ”

Li Xuedong stood in front of those plaster statues and observed, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm going to come over sooner or later anyway." ”

(End of chapter)