The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Xiao Jingchuan chased people, which was really overwhelming.

There are no blind spots in all directions, which makes Tang Jiao very happy.

Everything goes well, everything goes well.

Tang Jiao has been very happy and prosperous recently, and his life and studies are both wonderful.

The experiment that had been going on for three months was about to bear fruit. Tang Jiao was very happy even when he was brushing the test tube.

She hummed a tuneless tune in a low voice and washed herself.

Wan Meimei walked in holding a bouquet of white roses, counting them with her fingers, and walked over.

"86, 87, 88, 89 flowers. Here, your flowers are here again."

She skillfully inserted the flowers into the vase beside the Tang Ziao experimental table.

Tang Jiao stopped what he was doing and touched the petals of the daisy with a gentle smile.

Wan Meimei folded her arms and leaned to the side, asking: "Who is it? Then there are 9 flowers on the first day, 19 on the second day, 89 on the eighth day today, and 99 tomorrow, right? It's different every time. of flowers.”

Tang Jiao smiled and said nothing, took a brand new mobile phone and took a photo of the beautifully blooming flowers. There was a crystal moon hanging on the phone case.

"Doctor Xiao Tang, you have been in trouble recently!"

"A bouquet of flowers every day, three meals and one afternoon tea, and I finally changed my mobile phone. You don't even watch the electronic pet that you had to watch eight hundred times that day."

Wan Meimei came up to Tang Jiao and asked three times:

"Is it because of that handsome guy with long legs? Is he really chasing you? So, that electronic pet is also him?"

Tang Jiao sent the photo to Xiao Jingchuan, carefully selected an emoticon of a cute kitten holding flowers, clicked send, and put down the phone without waiting for a reply.

Then he turned to look at Wan Meimei and said with a helpless smile: "Don't call him that, it's weird."

Wan Meimei: "Tell me first, you're going to kill me with gossip!"

Tang Jiao pushed her face away funny and admitted: "Yes, yes, gossip will kill you."

"It's true! I just said that on the day of the heavy rain, the two of you looked so... tsk tsk tsk. At that time, I directly imagined a sadomasochism idol drama about childhood sweethearts reunited after a long separation."

Wan Meimei dragged her chair and sat closer, "Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"Nothing, he just came back from abroad."

Tang Jiao picked up a notebook and patted Wan Meimei's face gently, "Stop your imagination that has nowhere to go, and go back to make your final report."

Wan Meimei caught her notebook and said plaintively: "You are such a heartless woman. You just talk when you talk. Why do you want to make a final report?"

Tang Jiao changed the subject in a dignified manner and asked her, "Have you decided on your internship direction for your fifth year?"

Wan Meimei: ... died.

Wan Meimei gets annoyed to death when she talks about this.

She leaned on the table and said dying:

"I'll probably go to my dad's place. Anyway, he talks about it every day, asking me to work in his hospital after graduation. I really should have studied to be a veterinarian!"

"Tang Jiao, when will you apply for postgraduate study? Are you planning to go to No. 1 Hospital to intern with your tutor next school year?"

Tang Jiao sorted out the data that had just been printed on the desktop and replied:

"Well, I'll mention it after the project is completed and the report is issued. Next month."

Wan Meimei's eyes hurt when she looked at her thick stack of information, "You must have been working on this project for almost three months. Are you sure?"

Tang Jiao lowered his neck and looked through it carefully, marking it while reading, and said in a calm tone: "It's almost the same."

Seeing her like this, Wan Meimei knew that she was sure of it. She pulled up a chair and sat next to her.

"By the way, Tang Jiao, I heard that Ye Xuewei and you are working in the same direction. Did she do this on purpose?"

Tang Jiao's hand holding the pen paused for a moment, and then he continued to write. He didn't pay much attention and said, "A lot of people are interested in this direction. You can choose the topic freely."

She turned her head and glanced at Wan Meimei, "You have a problem with Ye Xuewei? It seems that you have always been at odds with her."

Wan Meimei looked at Tang Jiao, sighed heavily, and said helplessly:

"I said, Doctor Xiao Tang, it's her who can't deal with you, not me and her."

Tang Jiao frowned slightly in confusion, "Why? I don't have much contact with her. We haven't even formed a study group before."

Wan Meimei lowered her voice and said, "Aren't you two competitors?"

"When?"

Tang Jiao became even more confused, his dark eyes full of pure confusion.

Wan Meimei counted on her fingers:

"Look, in the first semester of freshman year, you won first place in the subject you taught, and she took second place. In sophomore year, you also won her in any competition. In junior year... senior year... and... Not to mention scholarships, it’s all about you getting more, right?”

Tang Jiao was speechless, "It's not that exaggerated."

You always forget the steps of anatomy, but I remember this kind of thing quite clearly.

"Why not? Don't say it. If I were her, I would be aggrieved."

Wan Meimei gave Tang Jiao a thumbs up and praised:

"You are really irritating. If she hears this, she will probably be so angry that she can't sleep all night. The opponent I compete with every day actually doesn't take her seriously at all."

Tang Jiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing what she said: "Don't talk nonsense, Ye Xuewei is already very powerful, how can she compete with me?"

Wan Meimei pointed to the laboratory opposite and said, "Don't believe it, she is working hard to beat you now."

"Then you should learn from others and work hard to get your final report out first."

Tang Jiao didn't take it seriously and drove Wan Meimei, who wanted to be lazy every day, back to her seat.

After a while, the phone screen lit up.

Tang Jiao stopped writing, and before he clicked on the message, the corners of his lips were already raised.

Xiao Jingchuan: Doctor Tang, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?

Her delicate white fingers happily tapped the phone a few times to send.

Tang Jiao: That’s right.

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The next day, Tang Jiao got up early and quietly went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Gululu drank half a glass of milk, took one of the sandwiches, put on the bag, bit into it and went out to catch the bus.

There was a plate left on the table, with a generous Big Mac sandwich on it, and a big smiley face painted with sauce. Next to it was a cup of steaming warm milk.

There were classes all day today. Tang Jiao rushed to the laboratory early to deal with it for a while before going to the classroom for class.

Then I went to the classroom and took several theoretical courses and experimental classes. My mind was filled with a lot of knowledge.

Finally, get out of class was over, and Tang Jiao was in a daze when he walked out of the classroom.

The surrounding students also looked as if their bodies had been hollowed out. They waved to each other weakly and walked out.

Wan Meimei was even more dying, like a walking corpse, and said:

"Are the teachers looking at us for the last semester and rushing to squeeze in a little bit before the internship?"

"Everything must be reversed, God! At the end of the day, all the knowledge just passed through my brain and flowed out."

Tang Jiao walked on the campus road holding his textbook, looking at the beautiful scenery of Beijing University campus at dusk, and raised his head and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Cherish this time. When you get internship, you may not have enough knowledge."