"Jiu, I'm glad to see you here. May I take you to agree?"
Professor Robin sat in his old swivel chair that looked as old as he did.
Looking up from a pile of manuscript paper, there was a hint of joy in those pale green eyes.
Then he got up and hurried into the next room.
There was a commotion inside.
"Professor, do you need my help?"
Jiujiu is very disciplined, especially in the professor's office, without his consent, he never walks around.
Even as a teaching assistant, I occasionally wait here for the professor to finish class.
And that only stopped at that desk.
As for the room next door behind the desk, I have never even visited it.
"No, but you can come in and help me."
"Good professor."
Jiu Jiu finally walked into the door that she had seen countless times.
The moment she entered, she was almost frightened.
She only knew that this was his private studio, but when she saw it, it looked more like a specimen room.
And the whole room is twice as loud as the outside room.
In the cabinets against the two walls, there are containers of different sizes for storing specimens.
On the other wall, there are crooked photos posted, many of which are not so bright anymore.
But those photos with Amy have one thing in common, they are full of death.
If anything, Amy's room was filled with the beauty of death, while the professor's studio was filled with the horror of death.
Moreover, what made her stop was that in the middle of the house, on a platform made of cement and tiles, lay a dead body!
Although the major Jiujiu has learned will come into contact with corpses sooner or later, he never thought that it would be so fast and sudden.
It really didn't make her mentally prepared at all.
"What, scared? Keep calm and take a deep breath. Your grades are so good, I thought you were used to it."
Jiujiu felt a little nauseous.She covered her mouth and tried to steady herself.
The professor took out a can of juice from the refrigerator and walked up to Jiujiu: "Drinking some may be good for you. I'm really sorry, maybe I should prepare you a little bit first."
Jiu Jiu took the drink, opened it and took two sips.
After eating something cold, I feel better. "I should be the one who said I'm sorry. Did I disappoint you? If you think I'm not suitable, you can tell me directly, I won't have any complaints."
She also secretly felt that she was really unworthy.The professor valued himself so much, but his own performance disappointed him so much.
I am afraid that such an opportunity will never come again in the future.
Professor Robin looked at Jiujiu who had stabilized, his eyes were like a kind old man looking at his granddaughter.
"Don't blame yourself too much on the child. You know, when I first saw this, I passed out completely and didn't wake up until two days later."
He had a smile on his face when he said that, and it looked like it was a good memory.
"You can stand here, and you have not been carried out, which means that you are many times stronger than me back then. So you can't doubt or rush to deny your ability."
As he spoke, he stretched out his old hand and led Jiujiu into his studio.
Professor Robin sat in his old swivel chair that looked as old as he did.
Looking up from a pile of manuscript paper, there was a hint of joy in those pale green eyes.
Then he got up and hurried into the next room.
There was a commotion inside.
"Professor, do you need my help?"
Jiujiu is very disciplined, especially in the professor's office, without his consent, he never walks around.
Even as a teaching assistant, I occasionally wait here for the professor to finish class.
And that only stopped at that desk.
As for the room next door behind the desk, I have never even visited it.
"No, but you can come in and help me."
"Good professor."
Jiu Jiu finally walked into the door that she had seen countless times.
The moment she entered, she was almost frightened.
She only knew that this was his private studio, but when she saw it, it looked more like a specimen room.
And the whole room is twice as loud as the outside room.
In the cabinets against the two walls, there are containers of different sizes for storing specimens.
On the other wall, there are crooked photos posted, many of which are not so bright anymore.
But those photos with Amy have one thing in common, they are full of death.
If anything, Amy's room was filled with the beauty of death, while the professor's studio was filled with the horror of death.
Moreover, what made her stop was that in the middle of the house, on a platform made of cement and tiles, lay a dead body!
Although the major Jiujiu has learned will come into contact with corpses sooner or later, he never thought that it would be so fast and sudden.
It really didn't make her mentally prepared at all.
"What, scared? Keep calm and take a deep breath. Your grades are so good, I thought you were used to it."
Jiujiu felt a little nauseous.She covered her mouth and tried to steady herself.
The professor took out a can of juice from the refrigerator and walked up to Jiujiu: "Drinking some may be good for you. I'm really sorry, maybe I should prepare you a little bit first."
Jiu Jiu took the drink, opened it and took two sips.
After eating something cold, I feel better. "I should be the one who said I'm sorry. Did I disappoint you? If you think I'm not suitable, you can tell me directly, I won't have any complaints."
She also secretly felt that she was really unworthy.The professor valued himself so much, but his own performance disappointed him so much.
I am afraid that such an opportunity will never come again in the future.
Professor Robin looked at Jiujiu who had stabilized, his eyes were like a kind old man looking at his granddaughter.
"Don't blame yourself too much on the child. You know, when I first saw this, I passed out completely and didn't wake up until two days later."
He had a smile on his face when he said that, and it looked like it was a good memory.
"You can stand here, and you have not been carried out, which means that you are many times stronger than me back then. So you can't doubt or rush to deny your ability."
As he spoke, he stretched out his old hand and led Jiujiu into his studio.
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