"Haha, I really forgot." Qian Zhi touched her face, sat in her seat and prepared to turn on the computer.

Tang Jiujiu looked at Qianzhi like this and smiled as he came up and touched her hand, "It's so soft."

Qian Zhi pinched it back unceremoniously, waited for the computer to turn on, logged into WeChat, and downloaded all the documents posted in the group, "Huh? It seems that there will be internships in the future, will they be assigned by the hospital?"

Tang Jiujiu's extra noodles were ready. She opened the lid and said casually, "Maybe? There will be a grade meeting in the courtyard and the details will be announced. I think it should be based on appearance. Three or four people will be divided into groups. It depends on luck.

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"It feels like everything is piled together." Qian Zhi said with emotion.

From what Tang Jiujiu said, there should be activities in the class. She will recently start working on the first draft of the design competition, and then she will have to look at the internship tasks assigned by the hospital.

"You seem to have a laboratory to prepare reagents and so on. It sounds like you are pretty awesome.

"Actually, you can only touch it a few times a year. It's really expensive." Qian Zhi recalled the previous scene and spoke slowly.

She and she were in the same professional training direction, but they couldn't form a football team. Some people along the way felt that they were not suitable, so they applied to the hospital and then left.

Fragrance mixing is expensive and time-consuming, and the process is very troublesome. The school does not have such good facilities and equipment yet, so it was only later that we cooperated with an art university in France that specializes in this aspect.

Tang Jiujiu's professional division was different from Qian Zhi's. He didn't know the details. Seeing that the time was coming, he packed up in a hurry and said, "Okay, I have to go."

Qian Zhi waved her hands and turned back to continue reading the document.

Then, the computer screen beeped.

In the lower frame of the desktop, the WeChat window lights up.

Qian Zhi opened it and found that the message was from Song Qishen——

[q: My brother will pick you up after class next Friday. Are you still coming to Nanyuan? 】

Qian Zhi thought for a while and slowly typed the word "Okay". Before she clicked send, a long-lost avatar appeared in the WeChat chat box.

She quickly clicked in.

[Mom: Zhizhi, I’m going back to China next Friday, so remember to go home then. 】

Qian Zhi's eyebrows relaxed, and she returned to the chat interface with Song Qishen. She carefully knocked out those two words and replaced them with--
Chapter completed!