It's getting colder.
The course work of the Federal University is also coming to the end of the year.
According to past experience, the holiday time of the spiritual healing department is earlier than that of the mecha individual department.
Then the exam time of the sophomore year is earlier than that of the freshman year.
This also means that in less than 15 days, Qiuqiu will go to participate in the second round of testing.
Since Dean Zhu is one of the school's examiners, and the questions have not yet been announced, Qiuqiu always feels that everything is unfair to go to him for training.
So Qiuqiu is taking a mock exam at Mrs. Al's place right now.
As a family member accompanying the examination, Mo Si stood outside the courtyard.
From impromptu question and answer theoretical knowledge to on-site operation, Qiuqiu basically went through it all at once. After reading the process, Mrs. Ayer nodded, "It is possible to skip a level."
"At your level, it's a waste to go to sophomore year to stay for a year."
"Having this time to practice more, and do more practical training, it will be much more useful."
"I think so too!" Qiuqiu raised her fluffy hand.
"Are you good at the class in the mecha department?"
"Very diligent! I think strength makes me grow!" Qiuqiu said: "My mental strength can be promoted because the training of the mecha department is full enough."
"Recently, I feel that I can even break through the shackles of genes and board a heavy mech."
It's just a few tens of seconds before it can't hold on and it's about to fall.
But Qiuqiu feels confidently that S is not her end, as long as she has enough mental strength, she can drive heavy armor.
"Very good." Mrs. Al gave a thumbs up.
Qiuqiu raised her head, her eyes crooked with laughter.
The movement was too big, Mo Si saw that she had finished the exam, so he walked into the yard.
"Qiuqiu."
"Mosi!" She rushed up and took his hand.
Mrs. Ayer looked at the two people standing together, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, and she yelled twice, showing an auntie smile, "I haven't seen you for a while, it's so sticky."
Mo Si wouldn't respond to this kind of ridicule, but Qiuqiu would, "Only when we have a good relationship will we stick together."
"Grandma Al, we want to have dinner together at noon today! Let's bring the dishes over and eat together!"
"This is too much trouble..."
"Oh, what's the trouble with this! It's all done, Mosi made it, there is an incubator, just bring it over!"
She took Mosi and trotted to the courtyard.
Mrs. Ayre was very upset when she saw the way the two got along.
The Saw Gourd found his saw.
Very good.
At noon, I had a lively meal at Mrs. Al's place. Not to mention, Mosi's cooking skills are getting better and better because he cooks more and more.
It was already half past two when the robot butler came to clean up the mess.
Back in the courtyard again, Mo Si originally wanted to chat with Qiuqiu, otherwise it would be fine to build a snowman, or go out to buy clothes and watch a movie.
Unexpectedly, just after returning, the company sent another message.
Mingmei, Wanxing, and President Xiaoqian, together with Merlin, talked about the new party live broadcast by the Federation in the joint newsletter.
Recently, the attention of Federal Live Broadcasting Company has been greatly improved.
The ultimate reason is that the format of the new party is too novel.
Qiuqiu has been busy studying and live broadcasting recently, so she has no time to watch the gossip. After listening to it today, she feels very complicated.
Qian Xingxing: This time it is actually a joint selection, there is no division, and voting is also released. Almost all participants can vote.
Evening Star: Well, it uses live broadcasts, various talent shows, and invites some celebrities to be judges.
Bright: Allowing the general public to participate in the live broadcast and voting is almost letting the public decide the life and death of the contestants.
Push the unknown people onto the high stage and kill the popular anchor with the tickets in their hands. All life and death on the stage are decided by the audience.
This feeling of controlling life and death has fascinated countless people.
The more Qiuqiu heard it, the more strange it became: …
Wait, novel way
This, how does this look like a draft in the 21st century.
So, is fashion really a circle
After a circle of three thousand years, it returned to the original point.