Feng Liang's nose was really crooked this time: "It's useless to talk, but the competition depends on real skills!"

He deliberately told Qin Xin.

But obviously, Qin Xin didn't listen at all, but instead started playing with his cell phone under his nose!

slacker student!

A perfect poor student!

Only useless poor students can play with their mobile phones all day long!

If the examination room discipline did not stipulate that it was not allowed to bring a mobile phone, he really wanted to slap the female student's mobile phone away.

Feng Liang was so angry that he walked to the last row until he saw Qin Wenrou's stern experiment steps, and then he calmed down: "No, no, this classmate followed the steps of the anatomy textbooks I edited, very standard..."

Qin Wenrou became even more proud when she heard this, her lips were raised secretly, but her tone still seemed very modest: "Thank you for your advice, the students are not doing perfectly enough, and the test bench is not neat enough..."

The frog was dissected and a pool of blood splashed onto the desktop.

Feng Liang waved his hand indifferently: "This is a living frog, not a specimen, the blood must be produced. It's normal!"

Many classmates around him also looked at Qin Wenrou with envy.

As a female classmate, it is already very good to dare to dissect frogs so decisively.

He is worthy of being the number one girl.

What's more, he was praised by himself by Professor Feng, who has always been picky.

It seems that the rumors are true, Qin Wenrou is really going to be a famous teacher!

Ao Xinghao sneered disdainfully in the front row.

However, seeing that Qin Xin was slow to take action, he was still quite anxious, but it was useless to be anxious. He should dissect his frog well. Wait a moment, just exchange it for Qin Xin while everyone is not paying attention.

Qin Xin lowered his eyes, hung the frog on the laboratory bench aside, and checked the text messages on his mobile phone without distraction.

It was a message from Song Anjing: "Xinxin, I just encountered a car on the school road asking for directions and asked me where the dormitory of the female students in the medical school was. I also heard them mention Qin Xin. Why do I think this name sounds so familiar? Is it our senior sister?"

Qin Xin's heart was thrilled.

Who is asking about her?

Everyone in the Qin family thought she was dead and could not come to find her.

"What kind of car is it?" she asked.

Song Anjing sucked the purple potato milk and glanced at the car that had just driven past her: "I don't know, there is no brand... But the man in the back seat is so handsome and polite. He was so gentleman when he said thank you to me. His eyes attracted like a galaxy and I didn't dare to look directly at him... It's a pity that he was sitting in a wheelchair. Alas, Xinxin, why did he look so beautiful? His legs are so long, I think the car can't even hold his long legs..."

Man in a wheelchair!

Have a pair of starry eyes that are so beautiful!

A pair of long legs that are disabled but are very slender!

And the polite and gentlemanly words and deeds...

Mr. Nalan's appearance suddenly appeared in Qin Xin's mind.

She had a little difficulty breathing.

How did this man find the school?

No, she can't waste time here.

"Length legs are prone to fractures, so there is nothing to envy." She replied to Song Anjing and put down her phone.

I squinted my eyes and looked at the little frog stretching out my legs on the laboratory bench in front of me.

Well, the little kids seem to want her to get a decent match result...

Then let's fight quickly.

Qin Xin sat upright slightly and raised his hand: "Please take a pack of surgical sutures."

The whole audience was quiet for a moment.

Then I heard Professor Feng Liang ask angrily: "This is an anatomical competition, what do you want to do for sutures? Do you really understand what the content of today's competition is?!"

I just said that frogs would dissect themselves by themselves.

Now we need to stitch the thread again.
Chapter completed!