All Stars Are My Food Fans

It was a message from the assistant dean.

Of course, it is estimated that only a layer of skin was approved.

Because of this tone, it is familiar disgusting.

——Do you feel tired facing these civilians?

- Don't want to treat so many people, right?

——I also think that an excellent spiritual healer like Jiang has more choices.

He pretended to send a message, as if sympathizing with Qiuqiu's experience.

【Is it your arrangement? 】

- Arrange a well-known nursing home at random? I can't do it.

But the reality was the opposite of what he sent, and he did.

Such a huge institution, like a hall of his own.

Zhao Xun is like a man who is trying his best to show his 12-pack abs on stage. He thinks he is charming and shows off his rights to Qiuqiu.

But Qiuqiu only felt cold.

She can see the whole picture of society from a corner. From Q3 to the present, the nobles show off their power and change the rules at will.

A corrupt collective is such a stench.

Qiuqiu didn't reply, but Zhao Xun didn't stop either.

He was still saying in a playful tone: I can't go back if I'm so angry, I still need to graduate with credits here.

Are you going to go back to school like this? Young people need to resist pressure.

However, when weeds in the wild are really tiring, if you are willing to grow in a greenhouse, I believe that someone will be willing to water you and shelter you from the wind and rain.

Sometimes the opportunity to choose is important, right?

Qiuqiu felt disgusted, and Qiuqiu stood up.

She moved, and Mo Si on the other side naturally noticed it, and quickly asked, What's wrong?

How to feel angry.

I have something to deal with, when will you arrive?

It's coming. Mo Si glanced at the navigation, About an hour.

Okay, then I'll wait outside the door later, we'll leave when you come.

As Qiuqiu said, he took off his white coat, temporarily turned off the communication, and pushed open the door of the dormitory.

She went straight to the therapy building.

Unsurprisingly, the dog skin plaster was still in the office, and he was sitting on the chair she had sat on with his legs crossed, maybe looking at the treatment plan, maybe smiling at the table.

When Qiuqiu opened the door, he heard the voice raise his head with an undisguised smile on his face.

Is it back?

You're not a healing major, why can you come here as an assistant?

Zhao Xun raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

It's not allowed to exchange this matter, what did you do?

Qiuqiu asked one question after another, and Zhao Xun did not reply, but his expression was enough to explain everything.

Huh, it's him.

Such a man with 'electricity and brilliance'.

Jiang Qiuqiu slammed the door shut, Do you think I can't do anything about you?

Maybe it was because her expression was too cold, maybe it was because the closing of the door made Zhao Xun feel the danger, or maybe the man suddenly remembered that she was not only a spiritual healer, but also a mecha soldier, Zhao Xun was a little panicked.

He frowned and stepped back slightly, Are you going to hit someone?

You as a... hit someone and you're done!

He was stern.

Qiuqiu chuckled lightly, What are you talking about, Your Royal Highness, I have no power to hold a chicken, how could I possibly hit someone.

Do you need to beat someone to teach someone a lesson?

unnecessary.

Just take a few steps forward, hold his head, and press him against the table.

At first, Zhao Xun would struggle desperately, but his level is not high, and he is used to being pampered, how could he be better than Qiuqiu.