Feng Qingfeng walked in with his class in his arms and saw the students sitting in their seats in an orderly manner.

After eleven years, the nearly sixty-year-old 놛 stood on the podium again. 놛놛 was much calmer than this group of students. The excitement made 놛놛 touch his neat collar.

"Hello everyone, I am your teacher, Feng Qingfeng. I will be teaching your professional courses from now on.

Since the college entrance examination has just been resumed, our books have not been delivered yet. It is estimated that it will take another month. During this time, please follow our courses closely and take your own notes.

If you need help, please come to my office anytime. I will take attendance now. From now on, the 14 students in our Chemical Engineering and Pharmaceutical Manufacturing class will be a whole. I hope we can help each other.

After saying this, Feng Qingfeng pushed up the frame of his glasses that had slid down a little on his nose, took out the list clipped in the book and started calling the roll.

Each student stood up and shouted when he heard his name.

At the same time, the teacher and the students also looked over, which further deepened their impression.

When the class started, Feng Qingfeng did not open the book. He glanced at the time and stood in front of the podium.

It was as if an old man was looking at his own children, looking at this group of knowledge-hungry students in the classroom.

"How much do students know about our chemical pharmaceutical course or what are their own opinions?"

After saying this, he scanned all the students, waiting for their own answers.

When Song Zhenjun heard Teacher Feng's question, he glanced at his classmates and raised his hand high.

"Student Song, you go ahead and say it." Teacher Feng said to the student who raised his hand.

Song Zhenjun stood up and placed the pen in his hand on the desk in front of him.

That's right, because there is only one class like this in the entire chemical pharmaceutical industry, and there are only about a dozen people.

Fortunately, we all have our own desks, unlike some overcrowded majors, which only have rows of stools.

"For our chemical pharmaceutical profession, I believe pharmaceutical manufacturing is a sacred profession that requires us to treat it with caution and rigor...."

Song Zhenjun expressed his views on the pharmaceutical profession. He did not mention the name of the profession based on his knowledge, but instead expressed his views and thoughts on the impact of the development of this professional technology.

Feng Qingfeng nodded, waved his hand and asked Song Zhenjun to sit down, and looked at his classmates with satisfaction.

Inspired by Song Zhenjun, several other students stood up and expressed their own views.

Lin Weiwan sat in a corner and watched. She was not surprised by her classmates' explanations.

Those who choose these special majors are those who have a certain understanding of the profession, purpose and future development direction. This is not surprising to her.

What surprised her was Teacher Feng on the podium. Lin Weiwan felt that this teacher was the surprise.

When we met for the first time, I was able to call out every classmate's name accurately just by calling the roll once.

She thought that Teacher Feng had prepared the lesson in advance, and it seemed more like she had an extraordinary memory.

"Okay, the students all answered very well. So, I will give you one class in the afternoon so that you can get to know each other better.

Then the students themselves elected representatives for each subject and the class monitor. Next, we talked about our majors. Chemical Engineering Pharmaceuticals.

As he spoke, Feng Qingfeng picked up the chalk and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"The experts' views on chemical pharmaceutical manufacturing are correct. Now let's take a closer look at the main courses of our major..."

(Uh... this is beyond my knowledge. As an art student, I really don't understand it. You can just read it as it is. Professionals, please don't criticize it. If there are any problems with the vocabulary, you can just treat it as a fictional article.

I have to describe this paragraph in detail. Thank you for your support and understanding.

After a month of laziness, I have recovered enough brain power on Thursday. Haha, give me some time to recover. I am working hard. Love you guys.)

After coming out of the cafeteria in the afternoon, Lin Weiwan and the other two walked together, preparing to go back to the dormitory to rest for a while.

After all, the weather was very good, and I could walk around the campus in the morning and evening and return to the dormitory.

Lin Weiwan took off her coat and hung it in her closet, took off her shoes and got on the bed, ready to fall down.

She had no interest in the class monitor and subject representatives in the afternoon.

Xiao Mi is already a little cat, and she feels relieved to have her with Man Man. God knows how powerful Xiao Mi is.

Its speed is slower than that of a leopard. It is fed with spiritual spring water all year round, so it is much more psychic than other animals.

Lin Weiwan closed her eyes and drew the earthen curtains to block out the inquiring gazes from outside. She felt very good to have her own private space.

It was better than having people staring at you while you were sleeping. She didn't notice that three of the four people opposite her were more curious about her than usual.

Suddenly, Lin Weiwan sat up and thought for a long time before finally figuring out something.

At the end of 1978, the country's open policy was implemented, but there were regional restrictions.

Lin Weiwan thought about the things in the space and had a plan in mind.

After thinking it over, it seemed that everything would fall into place as long as the right time came. I nodded with satisfaction and fell down to take a nap.