Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian is probably the No. 1 one who went to the postgraduate re-examination with a wound.

The wound at the corner of her mouth couldn't be healed in a day or two. Mu Qianqian tried her best to cover it up with makeup, but she always felt dissatisfied after painting and painting, so she simply put on a plain face.

Fewer people interviewed than expected.

Mu Qianqian thought that there would always be twenty interviews in one interview, but there were only eight, and half of the eight interviews were chosen.

This news made Mu Qianqian relax a lot.

Sitting next to her was also a girl who came for an interview, and her gaze had been fixed on Mu Qianqian for a long time.

Mu Qianqian looked back, then raised the corners of her mouth to say hello, "Hello."

The girl also laughed, "Hi, are you here for the interview too?"

Mu Qianqian nodded.

"We have already interviewed two people before, and their expressions are not too bad. I don't know what will happen if we lose us."

Compared to girls, Mu Qianqian felt that she was relatively unnerved, "Don't worry, it shouldn't be difficult, and you have been preparing for such a long time, so you have to have confidence in yourself."

The girl nodded.

"Lin Fanfan is ready."

"To!"

The girl next to me stood up, "It's coming to me soon, I'll go get ready first."

Mu Qianqian said yes.

The order of the interview was determined by lottery. Mu Qianqian silently glanced at the number six in her hand, hoping it would go well.

Lin Fanfan was the third one, and the other four or five were boys, and they were far away, so they hadn't communicated with each other in advance.

But Mu Qianqian saw that they went in and out very quickly, so it was her time.

"Mu Qianqian, come in."

Mu Qianqian stood up and straightened her clothes.

During the interview, there were six professors from the college, sitting in a row, and the whole room consisted of a table and a stool, and those who sat down were the big professors.

Mu Qianqian was a little nervous.

"Mu Qianqian?"

"Correct."

The professor sitting in the middle took Mu Qianqian's self-introduction, "Don't be nervous, it's just some routine questions, and you can answer them as you usually handle them."

Mu Qianqian nodded.

It is true that this battle makes people not nervous, but it is also true that the tension cannot be controlled.

Mu Qianqian placed her hands a little above her knees, her back straight.

"The first question, if you had the opportunity to choose the main direction of attack, which aspect would you choose, specifically."

Mu Qianqian recognized the professor who was talking, and she wanted to follow him.

"If I could choose, I would definitely choose Western Combination and focus on pharmacology."

The professor nodded, "Can you tell me your reason?"

When Mu Qianqian talked about what she likes and what she wants to learn, her whole person is different, she is in a relaxed state, and her answers are natural and smooth.

The professor who was watching nodded frequently, and patted the shoulder of the professor who asked the question, "This time you will make money, you can have such a student, and you are still a student of Lao Zhang."

The professor just smiled.

After Mu Qianqian finished answering the question, she thought it was almost over, but the professor next to her suddenly mentioned a sentence in English.

Mu Qianqian was taken aback, and immediately answered in English.

This responsiveness is very good.

"Our interview is over here, you can go back and wait for news."

Mu Qianqian nodded, stood up and bowed, "Thank you, professors."

She walked out the door, and the professors inside chatted for a while.

"It is indeed a good seedling, mainly because it is not impetuous."

"Old Zhang is very precious. Aren't you two joint graduate students? If this girl can get in, she will probably be taken by Lao Zhang."

When Mu Qianqian walked out of the school, her steps were still floating, until she saw a person wearing a sportswear not far away.

Mu Qianqian was a little surprised, this was the first time she saw Jun Jiuyan dressed like this.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Jun Jiuyan looked at her, "No way?"

Mu Qianqian looked at her twice, "It's not impossible, it's just very strange."

"Ok?"

"It feels like you're suddenly younger."

Jun Jiuyan's expression changed slightly, "I was very old before?"

"No." Mu Qianqian tilted her head, "It's just like this now, with the temperament of a college student."

"What aura?"

"Young and tender."

"..." Jun Jiuyan, this is the first time someone uses the word "tender" to describe himself, and he has an indescribable feeling.

Students come and go, and most of their eyes will stay on Jun Jiuyan.

Mu Qianqian snapped back to her senses, "You won't dress up like this to deceive people, will you?"

"Cheat who?"

"College student!"

Jun Jiuyan poked her forehead, "I'm not interested in other college students."

Mu Qianqian blinked her eyes.

"Only interested in you."

"But I'm not a college student anymore."

Jun Jiuyan held her in his arms, "You will return to college life soon."

"how do you know?"

"Graduate, there must be you."

Mu Qian smiled slightly, "I was in a daze during the interview today, and I felt like I was drifting away. If you are so sure, you might get slapped in the face."

"No," Jun Jiuyan said firmly, "With your strength, you can definitely do it."

"What did you eat today?"

"What's wrong?" Jun Jiuyan pursed her thin lips lightly.

"The mouth is so sweet." Mu Qianqian raised Jun Jiuyan's chin, "It's like drinking honey."

"Do you like it?"

Mu Qianqian nodded, "I like it."

Jun Jiuyan touched his chin, thoughtfully, "So you like this."

"what?"

"It's okay," Jun Jiuyan walked back with her in his arms, "What do you plan to eat?"

"Is hot pot okay?"

Jun Jiuyan frowned, "No."

"It's the only thing I want to eat right now."

Mu Qianqian didn't even walk properly, and it was a rare time like this, "I feel that my physical strength and spirit have been overdrawn, so I must have something with passion and appetite."

Jun Jiuyan squinted.

Mu Qianqian hesitated for a second, "I, I really want to eat."

"You didn't have breakfast."

"How do you know?" Mu Qianqian was surprised, she brought her own breakfast this morning, but she just didn't want to eat it.

"It's just you," Jun Jiuyan curled his lips, "You can't do your little tricks."

Mu Qianqian was full of doubts, "What kind of trick doesn't make it home?"

"here."

She put the chocolate in the pocket of her coat.

This is Mu Qianqian's habit, adding sugar.

As a result, I didn't move a single piece today.

"Are you so careful?" Mu Qianqian touched her pocket, "I was too nervous and forgot to eat today, but it doesn't matter, hot pot is fine!"

"No," Jun Jiuyan remained expressionless, "If you still want to eat porridge after waiting for an hour or two, then eat hot pot."

"Okay," Mu Qianqian compromised, "then have brunch first."

The two walked and chatted, crooked, not paying attention to a figure hiding under the tree at the school gate.

The camera kept flashing, recording all the movements of Mu Qianqian and Jun Jiuyan at the school gate.

And these photos were exposed after Mu Qianqian finished eating hot pot.