Yun Qiao hummed, "The early stages of medical study require a lot of memorization, and the knowledge points are numerous and dense. You were chosen because you have a good memory and can memorize things quickly, so you'd better be mentally prepared in advance."
Guan Ce nodded again to show that he understood.
It’s just memorizing things!
He is good at it!
He can recite it!
Guan Ce was a serious student. Since Chinese medicine contained many uncommon characters, he even brought a Chinese dictionary from home to help him identify them. The pages of his dictionary were yellowed and curled, with rounded corners, a testament to the fact that it had been read frequently.
In the days that followed, Guan Ce spent almost all his time reading and memorizing books, except for eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom. Only when someone came to see him would he temporarily put down his book and come to Yun Qiao to observe and learn. This way, he could practice, relax, and relieve eye strain, without wasting any time.
Yun Qiao saw Guan Ce's performance. He was indeed hardworking and diligent, and he thought he should be able to complete his studies within the expected time.
Zheng Yujing was envious and jealous when she saw this, and she almost started to doubt him.
As everyone gathered, Zheng Jing couldn't help but speak up: "Yun Qiao, tell me, what's wrong with this guy's brain? He memorized such a long and difficult technical term after reading it twice?"
"People are different," Yun Qiao said objectively, "so he can be a security guard, but you can't."
"I don't plan to be a security guard either." Zheng Yujing snorted softly and said stubbornly: "I studied dance, and I want to be a dancer in the future."
Yun Qiao sighed, "It's a pity our company doesn't have an art team. If we could, your skills wouldn't be completely useless."
"Yeah, it's a pity that the company doesn't have a dance troupe, so I, a future dancer, can only dance for the chickens in the chicken farm." Zheng Jing laughed at herself.
"In ancient times, people played the lute to cows, and now people dance to chickens. Wonderful!" Yun Qiao spread his hands.
Angry Zheng Jing threw herself on her and scolded her with a smile: "You bad Yun Qiao, how dare you make fun of me!"
"No, no, I was just following your words." Yun Qiao held his head with both hands, begging for mercy.
"It's no use even if you agree with me!" Zheng Jing grabbed Yun Qiao's neck and shook him back and forth.
She was so weak that Yun Qiao wanted to laugh. "You can say it yourself, but I can't just learn a sentence? You're too domineering!"
"Yes, I am the tyrant! I can't say it, I can't say it, I just can't say it!"
The two girls quarreled until they were out of breath and then stopped.
The two of them lay side by side on the kang, breathing heavily.
Yun Qiao said, "Jing, I remember there's an art propaganda team at the farm. You dance so well, maybe you can take the exam to join the propaganda team. If you're lucky enough to be selected, it would be a better choice for you than wasting your time on the chicken farm."
"No chance." Zheng Jingjing shook her head. "I asked around when I first came to the company. The art propaganda team at the farm headquarters only has fifteen people. They said it was open recruitment, but they've only recruited one in the past two years. We have over three thousand educated youth on our farm, and there are over a thousand women alone. The competition is too fierce."
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