Hu Yi glanced at the people busy grilling skewers, as well as Qin Xin, who was carefully nibbling on skewers, and stomped his foot: "Who said I was leaving? I’m now with Class 2. I told Gou Dachun, I’m switching classes!"
He didn’t even return the call, just texted Qin Wenrou to talk next ti.
This made Qin Wenrou on the other end feel a pang of heartache.
Normally, upon hearing that her latest study notes were ready, Hu Yi would be the first to eagerly co check them out.
He would never drag his feet like today.
She thought to herself, isn’t that ugly person just cozying up to the big shot’s son? So what, she could win over the big shot himself!
She knew very well that her well-behaved and sensible deanor was most favored by elders. She just needed an opportunity to connect with the elder big shots.
Qin Wenrou thought for a mont and tightened her grip on Lan Yingjun’s arm: "Brother Jun, could you introduce to so capable ntors, to guide ?"
Lan Yingjun had been reprimanded by the principal and was irritated: "You’re just an auditing student now, what use is knowing a ntor?"
Qin Wenrou was at a complete loss for words once again.
Brother Jun seed to have changed a bit.
She had thought that after Qin Xin died, Brother Jun would completely belong to her.
But ever since that ugly person returned from the countryside, Brother Jun’s attention was always on the ugly person, and his attitude toward her had worsened a lot.
Could she not even compare to that ugly person?
She pouted in grievance: "Brother Jun, you know who got demoted to an auditing student. I also want to fight for you. Whether it’s dicine, design, or piano, any field’s ntor will do. I just want to learn from a famous teacher so that when I accompany you to important business events in the future, you introduce , it would be prestigious..."
Listening to this, Lan Yingjun’s heart wavered slightly.
Yes, Wenrou’s academic performance in dicine was the best among freshman girls, she had talent in design, and she had just passed grade eight in piano to join the orchestra... At such a young age, she was so talented. If she could be selected by a big shot as a disciple... she would outshine Lan Qingxin by far.
Lan Qingxin was just cozying up to the big shot’s son.
His girlfriend managing to win over the big shot himself, now that’s impressive!
"Perform well in tomorrow’s scholarship competition. If you win first place, I’ll have my ntor take you as a protégé!"
Qin Wenrou’s eyes lit up!
Lan Yingjun’s ntor, Feng Liang, was a famous professor in neurology and anatomy. Though not as esteed as Ao Xinghao’s father, who was a top astrophysics expert, in the dical College, he was a heavyweight.
"Brother Jun, you’re so good to !"
She couldn’t help but give Lan Yingjun a big kiss!
Lan Yingjun was taken aback.
He instinctively turned his head slightly.
The girl’s proactive kiss sohow wasn’t as appealing as he had imagined.
There was a ti when he lay awake many nights, yearning deeply to be closer to Qin Xin because she was cold and distant, not liking to be too close to others!
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The long-awaited scholarship competition for the new students at the dical College finally kicked off.
It was said that the Bai Family sponsored this competition, and the prize for the first place was a whopping one million!
A million, can any departnt’s scholarship division boast such generosity?
Can the Math Departnt?
Can the Physics Departnt?
Can the Chemistry Departnt?
Our dical College is just that impressive!
Not to ntion that the first place winner will also have access to countless sponsorship resources, the Bai Family’s laboratory usage rights, priority internship placents, and job opportunities...
So early in the morning, the freshn were all gathered at the competition site.
"This spot is for Sister Xin, quick..."
Class 2 students were bustling about, trying to find a good lab station and a lucky seat for Qin Xin.
But as soon as they placed a book down in the center of the first row to reserve a seat, it was snatched by soone from Class 1 who just sat down on it!
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