"Have you brought the admission ticket?"

“What about this.”

Ye Sanjiang shook the A4 paper in his hand, Jiang Wange took it over, and carefully checked it for Ye Sanjiang, mainly looking at the date. After all, someone had printed last year's CET-4 admission ticket to take the exam, but was stopped by the invigilator and suffered a loss. He missed an opportunity and spent 40 yuan in vain.

"Your photo is pretty good."

Ye Sanjiang looked over, Jiang Wange stared at the one-inch photo in the upper right corner of the admission ticket, looking like a fool.

"I feel like I've made me ugly, and my eyes feel like I'm not open."

"I'm ugly."

"show me."

"No."

There was already a long queue in front of the teaching building. It was not yet time for the exam, so the security guard refused to go in.

Jiang Wange continued to remind: "Card-painting pen, black water pen, eraser..."

“It’s all in one.”

"Then do you remember to write an essay first? The first one to receive is an essay."

Ye Sanjiang was stunned and hesitated: "Of course I remember, it's not that I haven't passed the exam..."

"Does the headphones still have electricity?"

Jiang Wange was nagging like a mother, but Ye Sanjiang suddenly lost confidence in his memory. He took off the headphones hanging around his neck, turned on the switch, and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the displayed channel numbers.

“There is electricity.”

"Um."

After Jiang Wange finished speaking, he turned on his headphones and checked.

The two lined up at the end of the long queue.

There was someone eating buns in front of her. The heat mixed with the smell of bun filling spread in the air. Jiang Wange frowned and slapped her nose. She suddenly didn't like to smell the smell of buns recently, especially meat buns, which made her sick.

After slapping for a while, Jiang Wange turned around unhappily. She opened the zipper on Ye Sanjiang's down jacket and stuffed her little head into his chest. Ye Sanjiang lowered his head and felt a ball of black chest hair growing on his chest and the fragrance of shampoo.

“Have you not been weaned yet?”

"I don't like smelling buns."

After saying that, Jiang Wange beat Ye Sanjiang's shoulder. Without looking at her eyes, she could find the right position of the punch.

In fact, I was a little nervous before the exam. The smell on Ye Sanjiang had a calming effect on Jiang Wange.

Ye Sanjiang hugged her, as if he was holding a ball, and the down jacket was bulging, and it didn't feel like he was holding her.

"I want to bury my chest, too."

"No."

"It's too overbearing."

"Shut up."

Jiang Wange pulled his head out and rolled his eyes at Ye Sanjiang with a charming look.

"Isn't that your roommate?"

Ye Sanjiang looked over and said, indeed, Shi Keduo stood in front of the team, straight and the people around him laughed.

But he put one hand behind his back, and the other hand was still holding the word book, and looked down from time to time.

He looks like an ancient Confucian scholar.

But Ye Sanjiang felt like a mighty man with a banner on his back, and the lyrics were a spear, and the noise around him could not reach half a foot.

It's like a battle against the enemy, although we can still fight again next year.

Come on, a big drop.

Ye Sanjiang silently blessed in his heart. He was a cheater who was not very reasonable and could explain his mood at this moment, but from the bottom of his heart, he hoped that he could pass Level 4 this time.

"My palm is sweating! Ye Sanjiang!"

"My God! Really?"

Ye Sanjiang felt that she was fussing, but she still made a solemn expression.

Jiang Wange spread out his white palms, feeling complicated, and wiped Ye Sanjiang with disgust.

She looked up, her little face was depressed, and even the curve of her mouth was pouting seemed to be wilted.

"Why are you not nervous at all?"

"I'm nervous...but you may need a fat boyfriend who is calm."

Ye Sanjiang talked nonsense, but Jiang Wange's face was clear and the mist was dissipated.

...

December 24.

Christmas Eve seems to have nothing to do with medical students' review.

Many people didn't even realize that it was Christmas Eve, and they didn't even know that tomorrow was Christmas. They were just stunned when they saw the Christmas tree at the gate of Mixue Bing City on campus.

Oh, it turns out tomorrow is Christmas, and today is Christmas Eve.

Finished, it's 24th!

The final exam will be about a week left!

So far, I have only finished memorizing the anatomy, and there are still many embryos?!

This is the psychological activity of most students in the 18th grade anesthesia majoring in level 18.

Of course there are even more pitiful children.

Jiang Wange didn't even finish the autopsy...

All of this is wrong with Ye Sanjiang!

Of course she thought so, especially when Jiang Wange felt even more upset when she saw Ye Sanjiang's calm and gentle look.

Ye Sanjiang's calm clouds and winds mainly come from two aspects.

1. He has two million in deposits.

2. Don’t worry about endorsement.

Ye Sanjiang's income in November was one million. With the active efforts of the members of the love club, a total of 23 couples were promoted. December was the exam month. Ye Sanjiang gave the group of workers a vacation and cared for each of them to have a self-selected meal at his own expense.

The enthusiasm of the workers continued to rise, and gradually felt that the president had a matchmaker spirit, which was worthy of praise.

This is a spirit of selfless dedication and silently giving for the great love in the world.

When Zhang Guying repeated the matchmaker's spirit in the activity room, he received deep praise from Ye Sanjiang.

So everyone's enthusiasm became even higher.

...

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the last row of the stairs classroom.

The 24-hour day test month is a twenty-four hours a day except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, for medical students, the remaining time should be placed on the endorsement.

Ye Sanjiang usually just accompanied Jiang Wange to the classroom, memorizing the book on the spot, and playing games in secret, but he didn't play under Jiang Wange's nose, otherwise this silly woman would have been stubborn with Ye Sanjiang for an hour or two on the grounds of teaching her lesson.

She really doesn't want to endorse her, she just wants to be with Ye Sanjiang. Teaching him a lesson is the best reason.

Jiang Wange's elbows were supporting the tabletop with his elbows, and his eyes were sweeping the dense words. He had forgotten what he had just recited, and now he could not recite the one he carved. After a long period of vicious cycle, Jiang Wange once again grasped the source of the problem.

She turned her head and looked at Ye Sanjiang next to her, with a bad expression.

I really wanted to find some fault in Ye Sanjiang and talk to him on this grounds. If I delay the time to endorse the book, it will be Ye Sanjiang's fault and have nothing to do with her.

But what reason should I use this time?

Jiang Wange held his snow-white chin with his little hands and looked at Ye Sanjiang from beginning to end.

Today he zipped his pants...

There is no oil stain on the clothes either.

The collar is neat and the nails are neatly trimmed.

The edges of the shoes are cleanly brushed.

The beard was shaved too.

Can smell the facial cleanser.

Hair is a buzz cut, and you can't find any messy problems.

No dark circles.

The clothes he wore were also bought for him online by Jiang Wange, and the upper and lower bodies were also the ones he had advised him to match.
To be continued...