Our dormitory is all straight men

In his junior year, Xie Nuan failed in organic chemistry.

Xie Nuan howled in the dormitory group: "I'm going to make up the exam!!!"

Make-up exams have become commonplace for Xie Nuan, and everyone in the group is numb.

Even the considerate Yan Xiaoning didn't comfort him.

After all, milk tea shops are very busy.

The coffee shop was also very busy.

Your own business is very important.

After all, if there is no accident, they will spend three years of pleasant postgraduate time here.

(Except for Xie Nuan.)

After the make-up exam, the counselor found Xie Nuan:

Counselor: "Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing will not happen; but the probability of this kind of situation happening is not unheard of; since it has already happened, we have to find a way to solve it..."

Two hours later, Xie Nuan: "...so?"

Counselor: "...you are going to postpone 5555555."

Because Xie Nuan failed the make-up exam again, he needed to retake the exam, but the retake exam...after the graduation ceremony.

The counselor was even more sad than Xie Nuan: "5555555 The first class of students I lead will be delayed 1555555551"

In the end, it was Fu Hanjiang who came out: "In the next semester of organic chemistry, you can go to the medical school to retake medical organic chemistry. The credits are mutually recognized, but it is a little more difficult."

Xie Nuan: "...how much is one point?"

Fu Hanjiang confirmed it: "We have 120 class hours, and they are... oh, [-] class hours."

Xie Nuan flinched: "...then I'll delay the completion..."

Fu Hanjiang pushed his glasses, and the cold light flashed away.

Xie Nuan stood still: "We must complete the task assigned by the organization!"

Xie Nuan didn't know that they had underestimated the difficulty of this "point" until he got the medical school textbooks after the semester started.

Organic chemistry in medical school is not for anthropology.

Xie Nuan panicked, and no longer dared to take it lightly, and dared not miss every class.

However, the School of Medicine and their main campus of Ningda University are far away from each other in Ningcheng, and the one-way journey by subway takes two hours.

Xie Han said that it doesn't matter, he can drive his four circles every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to send his brother to medical school.

Fu Hanjiang looked at the three condoms that he had driven for almost ten years and had been kissed by Xie Nuan, and he gritted his teeth and bought a small BMW.

Xie Han came back from get off work at night and saw the new car in the garage, took a photo and asked Fu Jianchun, "Your family's new car?"

After getting a positive reply, Xie Han immediately ordered a Maybach.

Fu Hanjiang wants to rob my brother again!

It is absolutely wrong to lose on the starting line (mount)!

On Monday, Xie Han drove a big Maybach and Fu Hanjiang's little BMW met at the gate of Nanjing University.

The sword is on the verge of breaking out, and the undercurrent is surging.

Xie Nuan's legs are weak.

Xie Han is noble and glamorous: I think I won.

Fu Hanjiang looked at Xie Han thoughtfully for a while, then waved to him.

Xie Han was in high spirits: He surrendered! ! !

Fu Hanjiang stuck his head out of the car window and said calmly, "Do you have an A1 driver's license?"

Xie Han:?

Xie Han: "...No."

He is a domineering president, why does he need an A1 driver's license!

Xie Nuan rang the alarm bell in his heart.

Fu Hanjiang pointed to the Maybach 62S and said: "According to my country's motor vehicle safety inspection standards, vehicles with a length of more than six meters are considered large vehicles, and an A1 driver's license is required to drive a large vehicle."

Fu Hanjiang said politely: "So Mr. Xie, you are now driving without a license."

Xie Han:? !The president doesn't believe it!

Xie Nuan, who quickly searched through Baidu, grabbed Xie Han: "That's right."

Xie Han:? !

Xie Han: QAQ

Fu Hanjiang, who has an A1 driver's license, drove Xie Nuan to medical school in Mr. Xie's Maybach.

Aggrieved, Xie Han drove Fu Hanjiang's little BMW back home, and asked Fu Jianchun, "Why does your brother have an A1 driver's license?"

Fu Jianchun calmed down: "...he liked to play go-karts when he was young."

Xie Han: "?! Is there any necessary connection between the two before?"

Fu Jianchun: "?! Isn't there?"