sweeping the empire every day

Just when there were different opinions, Zheng Yingxin's heart skipped a beat. How could she not understand the child she had worked so hard to conceive and raise in October?He has never been such a busy person.

Her eldest son went to the battlefield when he was young, and his will was honed in that cruel and cruel place. He was still a young boy with a bit of immature when he went there, and he was already a cold and tough man when he came back.

Song Changxiu's awakening and recovery caused a sensation as expected, but what was unexpected was that, for the first time in the reporter's interview, the child said such words, "There are many people I want to thank," he said slowly. After a slow pause, those sky-blue eyes were dark black, which seemed to contain a little guilt. Many thoughts flashed through Zheng Yingxin's mind, and finally she only heard her son's slow and firm voice, "Thank you very much The person? Of course it is An Qingjue."

He is helping An Qingjue create momentum!

Under Song Jinghua's surprised and puzzled eyes, Zheng Yingxin grabbed her youngest son and walked calmly through the reporter's home, with a gentle and dignified appearance and a natural and decent appearance. She just sighed slightly in a corner where no one could see.

Her son, she knows.

On the flying machine back, the thin man stood in front of him, hesitant and embarrassed, as if there was something hard to say, and finally, he lowered his head, just like when he made a mistake as a child and was punished to stand , whispered: "I'm sorry."

"Silly boy," Zheng Yingxin resisted the soreness in her eyes. She looked at Song Changxiu in front of her. His skin was still morbidly pale, which made her heart ache. She blinked and suddenly remembered that time Song Changxiu was alone, thin and tall, when his father took over his luggage and went to the battlefield, the back that was gradually going away,

She raised her head and said softly, "What can you do to me?"

"Master An saved your life," Zheng Yingxin said softly, "He has the grace of regeneration for you. In this matter, you should be most grateful to Master An,"

"He is on the cusp of the crisis now. You build momentum for him and repay his kindness. Our Song family knows how to repay his kindness." She looked at him quietly and said lightly, "What's wrong?"

Song Changxiu opened his mouth, his father's blue eyes were indescribably serious, he stared at her, and finally said slowly: "I'm sorry."

He is her eldest son, the child she has raised by herself, how can she not understand him?

She knew that he didn't like to meddle in other people's business, he didn't like others to take favors in return, he was a little indifferent and tough, like most men in the world, he was a little careless, but today, he stood in front of her, his blue eyes were full of words. Silently insisting, he was saying sorry to her,

"Changxiu," she said slowly, "Master An is the benefactor of our Song family who rescued you. Our Song family has always repayed you with gratitude."

"Do you remember the Song family's family training?" She looked at him and asked.

"You have a clear conscience." Song Changxiu replied.

"You just need to do these four words." After finishing speaking, Zheng Yingxin tilted her head, as if she had fallen asleep.

When she was in a daze, she felt that someone had covered her with a blanket, a teardrop rolled from the corner of her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly,

Lao Song, our son is awake, he has someone he likes, like a real man, he will create momentum for the person he likes, solve problems for the person he likes, ask for my support in front of me, and I agree;

I'm a little sad when my child grows up.

Yesterday, An Qingjue's name was circulated everywhere. Most of the students of Cavendis College followed their school's official Facebook, and most of them paid attention to this matter. Once the students found something, they were used to it. Once it was posted to the class group, the spreading speed was quite fast. In a short time, [-]-[-]% of the Cavendis College students knew about it, especially the students of the Department of Pharmacy, and those two videos were even more shocking. I watched it several times over and over again, and the blunt words were so satisfying that I slapped the faces of those who insulted Kafendis College. Among them, the pharmacy department of the middle department of Kaffindis College was the most excited.

An Qingjue is their direct teacher!

As a result, many students in the Pharmacy Department of the Middle Division of Cavendish College were looking through their schedules, and found that the students who had An Qingjue's class tomorrow were so excited that they tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. I dragged out several videos and watched them several times. At this time, there was a lot of news about this young teacher on the internal forum of Cavendis College. Write down the process and feelings of this class for your reference.

Because there are too many posts like this, a collection was published in the end, compiled by the students of these classes that An Qingjue attended, which raised the excitement of the students to a new level. The students who couldn't sleep that night couldn't I know how many there are, so that in the classroom of Class D the next morning, there are more than a dozen students with blue eyes.

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, and finally laughed outright. Some students didn't know the situation, and they felt quite baffled when they saw everyone's smiles. In the end, they were popularized by their friends and turned on their optical brains to look through their classes. Group, I picked up the neglected information again. Those few videos have been recommended at the top of the class group. It’s hard to go in and miss it. The students who were too lazy to watch yesterday saw this kind of atmosphere in the class today. One and two couldn't do without the words An Qingjue, and in the end they couldn't hold back their curiosity, so they went to watch the two videos. Once they saw them, they couldn't stop.

Five minutes before the bell rang, the classroom was terribly quiet. The entire classroom was full of people. Some of them were not from their grade at first glance, and many of them were students from the higher department. However, I found out that An Qingjue After the class, by the way, those who have no class decided to come out to take the class, and some even skipped one or two unimportant classes, sneaked to the last row, and came in to take the class. And some people really have no choice but to ask someone they know who has no class to record a video for themselves. When the class is about to start, the whole classroom is terribly crowded, and there are even two people who squeeze a stool. Some people simply squatted in the corner, waiting for class.

When An Qingjue arrived in the classroom in the morning, she found that the number of students in the classroom was wrong. The number of students in each class of Cavendish College was about the same, with an error of no more than three students. Nearly half the number of people on board.

An Qingjue stood there indifferently, and the students below were even more excited. I saw this teacher on the video was young and cold, with outstanding temperament. Unexpectedly, in reality, this teacher looked younger, colder, and even more outstanding!

I felt a little excited for no reason.

"I'm An Qingjue, the teacher of your class," An Qingjue said briefly. When he left this morning, the moon-white bird hadn't woken up. Although the answer from the mental wave was that it was fine, But An Qingjue was inexplicably not very excited, her tone was short and cold, but very attractive, and some students were even more enthusiastic, and deeply felt that an expert should be as cold as Teacher An,

Now a pharmacist who is capable is as cold as a lily in the sky. He can only look at it from a distance and not be short-sighted. Only with high skills can he be able to play cold!

The students who had some doubts about An Qingjue also began to look forward to it.

"Students sitting in the back, first, those who have classes in the morning, go back to class; second, keep quiet; third," he raised his thick black eyes carelessly, and said slowly, "sit here, just My students, there is no difference."

There was silence in the classroom. A few students stood up one after another and walked away. An Qingjue tapped on the light brain, and the huge light curtain slowly descended. He said slowly: "I have seen the progress of your class. " The teaching content of the subject of "Pharmaceutical Basics" has been completed this year, how do you master it?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the hearts of most of the students present tightened up. Isn't this rhythm the same as that of class A!

Are you going to the woods?

The class d student who has been studying at Cavendish College for so many years and has never been in the forest once, suddenly became excited and looked at An Qingjue's face expectantly.

An Qingjue seemed to sense the expressions of the students. She lowered her head and glanced at them. With just one glance, she saw three students in the first row with blue under their eyelids. At first glance, they looked haggard from having not had a good rest. frown.

He clicked on the light curtain, with a cold expression on his face, "All the pharmacy students here, I assume, you all hope to become a pharmacist in the future."

"Then the first thing you need to do is to learn how to take care of yourself." His eyes were a little colder. "I thought you already knew the basics, but I didn't expect that you would even need me to teach you common sense from scratch."

"Li Xinwu!" An Qingjue yelled suddenly, a tall girl stood up, he lowered his eyes, his tone could not detect any emotion, and said slowly, "What is the most important thing about a pharmacist?"

The girl paused for a few minutes before tentatively asking: "Talent?"

Her tone was ethereal and uncertain, but she had heard others say countless times that people with your talent cannot become an excellent pharmacist; people with your talent are at most low-level pharmacists; People of your talent...

To become a pharmacist, the most important thing is of course talent.

An Qingjue was silent for a while, then said lightly: "Zhang Yi,"

A tall boy stood up, An Qingjue said flatly, "Say it."

The boy was silent for a while, and tentatively asked, "Affinity?"

"Wang Jia," An Qingjue's eyes became colder and colder, "tell me."

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