Ye Linlang, a genius surgeon with the "Hand of God," returned to 1980, and unexpectedly became the beloved treasure of her entire family.
The self-made richest man in the country is h...
The junior class of Imperial Capital University is composed of geniuses from all over the country.
This was the first exam where all the geniuses gathered together, and everyone spent a lot of energy before the exam.
After all, no one wants to admit that they will lose to others at this time.
It is precisely because they are geniuses that they all have a competitive spirit.
win.
In the quiet classroom, the students were writing furiously.
The pen tip made a rustling sound on the test paper.
Outside the window, sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves of the tall sycamore trees onto the geniuses in the window. The spots of sunlight look like a layer of fine gold sprinkled by God.
Occasionally, one or two unknown birds fly past the window and then return to the vast blue sky.
After Ye Linlang finished the test paper, she checked it again.
She only raised her hand when she was sure that it was within her knowledge and there was no problem.
At the same time, Ji Qian also raised his hands and looked at Ye Linlang provocatively.
The person closest to Fu Cheng was Ji Qian. After taking the test paper, he said to Ji Qian, "Go to the garden outside the classroom and take a rest."
"Yes, teacher."
Ji Qian walked out of the classroom leisurely, holding a French book.
Fu Cheng collected Ye Linlang's test paper and said, "Wait outside the classroom."
Ye Linlang nodded.
She didn't take a book, paper or pen.
Instead, he left the classroom alone.
When Ji Qian looked at Ye Linlang's tender and lively face, a hint of jealousy flashed through his heart.
However, soon she will no longer have to see this face that she hates in the junior class.
"Ye Linlang, I suggest you go back to the dormitory and pack your things now." Ji Qian leaned close to Ye Linlang's ear and said with her red lips slightly parted, "After all, you're doomed to lose!"
Ye Linlang glanced at Ji Qian calmly, "Ji Qian, people who feel good about themselves often end up hurting others. Besides...you didn't check the test paper thoroughly in order to hand it in before me, did you?"
Ji Qian's heart skipped a beat.
How did she know that her test paper had not been checked?
"Ye Linlang, even if I haven't finished checking the test paper, my score will still be better than yours. I hope you will accept the bet and keep your word. After the results of this exam are announced, you will be kicked out of the Imperial Capital University Junior Class."
Ye Linlang looked at Ji Qian with sympathy and sat lazily on the wooden bench in the garden.
Because this is a university, there are many benches in the garden. After Ye Linlang sat down, Ji Qian also sat on the bench opposite Ye Linlang.
After Ji Qian lifted her skirt and sat down, she opened the collection of French essays in her hand and read the French essays in the campus filled with the faint fragrance of cassia flowers.
Ye Linlang, who was sitting opposite Ji Qian, was practicing stitching in surgery with her eyes closed.
Her slender white fingers performed simulation exercises in the air without any objects.
For surgeons, practicing basic skills is particularly important.
Boldness, carefulness, prudence, and skill are all key to becoming a surgeon.
Ji Qian had been paying attention to Ye Linlang. She watched Ye Linlang's fingers moving up and down in the air.
I just couldn't figure it out.
What is she doing?
oh.
She knew.
She is a peasant from the countryside.
I don't know anything at all.
Maybe she saw someone playing the piano and felt envious.
Ji Qian's sense of superiority instantly exploded, and there was a hint of intriguing contempt in her eyes when she looked at Ye Linlang.