"It's just that there might be a new present for us to—"
"Go to the beauty section and choose one."
The two chatted casually, as if they were talking about the arrival and departure of goods.
"That person likes a hard bone."
"Then change it."
"But that's what I like, Dad, how about I work it out?"
Qian Duoduo is now very afraid that Qian Song will say this, "What works?"
"Splash money."
"Yes." It's reliable to seal it with money.
And so it was settled.
Qian Duoduo thinks that Qian Xingxing will definitely go bankrupt, the live broadcast company, this kind of place with bad debts all the year round, can it stand the investigation? Once you check a hole, it is estimated that you have to make up for it.
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In the Department of Spiritual Healing, the wind of exams is getting stronger.
All college students are very nervous before the exam and like to say goodbye to the boss. This fine tradition has passed three thousand years, and it is the same.
For example, strong people in the field, such as Mrs. Al, Dean Zhu and other old spiritual healers, have many more qualified people.
Recently, in the teaching building of the Department of Spiritual Healing, I can often see a spiritual healer walking, with a steady stream of spiritual power overflowing from his body.
Apparently meditating while walking.
Qiuqiu's path is different from those of these students. She is in the library and is inhaling a storm in the spiritual healing area.
The ever-broader and magnificent spiritual sea and the ever-increasing spiritual power have steadily improved Qiuqiu's brain power and memory.
Although she can't remember it with a photographic memory now, after reading it a few times, she has a general impression in her heart. Even if she can't repeat every word completely, she can still say it exactly.
So she came here to supplement theoretical knowledge, so that it would be too embarrassing to fail the theoretical exam.
Qiuqiu was reading the book seriously, flipping the pages while reading.
On the other side, a few sophomores who came to review looked at her and whispered.
"... Final Exam Syndrome? What's going on here?"
"Can you remember by flipping through the book so quickly?"
"Which class is it?" Because of the small number of people, students from the Department of Spiritual Healing can occasionally tell the class.
"It looks familiar... only the side face, I might recognize it when I look up."
"Looking at the girl who was driven crazy by the theory exam again."
"Let me take a video."
A senior who was also constrained by this kind of theoretical knowledge took a picture of Qiuqiu's stormy inhalation flip book, typed a profile picture, and posted the accompanying text on her circle of friends [The end of the term, I can't wait to post it Eat this book into your stomach!]
Friends and roommates are all hahaha.
It was night, I loosened my muscles and bones, borrowed a few books with my ID and walked, Qiuqiu was walking on the path back to the dormitory, when Mo Si's message came.
"The exam is going to be in two days?"
"Yeah, I'm so nervous."
"You won't be nervous." Mo Si laughed.
"Why, can't I be nervous?!"
"If you get 100 points in all subjects, you will be nervous."
"Do you believe in my strength so much?" She said sweetly.
It's too sweet, too soft, Mo Si pinched the things in his hand, and whispered into the microphone, "Otherwise, you are the strength, I know best."
"It's going to be a holiday after the exam. How are you going to spend the holiday this year?"
"It's the same as last year. I wandered in the starry sky." Asking this, isn't it to meet the parents? ! Qiuqiu is still slightly resistant to seeing her parents.
It always feels... so weird.
Mo Si asked, just wanting to know Qiuqiu's attitude, "Then I'll spend it with you as I did last year."
"No, you can go back, you won't be at home for the New Year for two years..."