It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 292
Qiao Yue had a dream. She dreamed of the gate of her elementary school. There were people coming and going. She walked to a small alley, and then a tall man walked towards her. She didn't remember his appearance.

But she then lost consciousness.

Later, she was lying on the operating table, a small person who could only stare at the doctor wearing a mask and a white coat with eyes full of fear, holding a syringe in his hand.

Since then, she has known that not all doctors will save lives and heal the wounded.

She forgot a lot of things during that time, only vague fragments, and the most impressive thing was when Lu Shibai carried her out of the underground laboratory later.

What impressed me the most that year was the scene where her mother took off the oxygen mask by herself.

That woman who had been chic all her life, just because the doctor said she couldn't survive Valentine's Day, was born two days before Valentine's Day, and killed herself with her own hands.

Everyone thought she didn't know, but she was watching from behind the door through the crack of the door.

"I can't leave on my daughter's birthday," she told doctors.

How ruthless she is.

Before leaving, he left her a green apple-flavored lollipop.

Later, she lost the lollipop.

The things I was reluctant to eat, just disappeared.

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Qiao Yue woke up sweating profusely, sitting on the head of the bed and panting.

She was too scared.

Her psychological defenses are too fragile.

People who have lost things are always prone to worries about gains and losses, like people who have been bitten by snakes and are still afraid of well ropes after ten years.

Qiao Yue clearly remembered what she forgot, but she also clearly remembered what she was afraid of.

She checked the time, it was only five o'clock.

She had only slept for less than an hour and a half.

The frequency of nightmares has recently started to increase, and she has recently started taking sleeping pills.

But all in all, it is three-point poison of medicine.

Feeling so dazed, she didn't even have the energy to take herself, Qiao Yue thought, she should go see a doctor.

It's hard to say whether it's a physical problem or a psychological problem.

Lin City has started to take the three-mode exam. A large-scale horizontal comparison of the whole city shows that although her mind has been muddled recently, she is always invincible in the matter of doing the questions.

The night when the results came out, the whole city was a sensation.

Lin City had a student with full marks in comprehensive science, full marks in mathematics, and full marks in English.

Chinese 142.

Against the background of this kind of abnormality that is close to full marks, No.2's score is suddenly not enough.

As a result, Qiao Yue became what everyone expected.

That report card is too dazzling.

While Qiao Yue didn't care, she was given the title of learning model by the school, and she was appointed to share her learning experience after the flag-raising ceremony on Monday.

This is not the first time she has given a speech in front of the teachers and students of the school, but her achievements this time are so dazzling that when she took the stage, all she received were envious and admiring eyes.

The strength is crushed too much, and no one refuses to accept it.

Qiao Yue took a piece of paper to the stage in a dignified manner, and began to talk about her learning experience in a serious manner.

"Hi everyone, I'm Qiao Yue..."

It’s really a serious learning experience sharing. She talked about the importance of previewing, listening to lectures, and writing questions after class. At the end, she said, “Learning is mainly based on the individual. Everything is possible. Don’t underestimate anyone who is behind you. students, they will most likely let you know what a Jedi counterattack is."

After she finished speaking, she stepped off the stage, not forgetting to take the piece of paper with her, but she missed the piece of paper, and the piece of paper was blown by the breeze to the open space in the front row below.

(End of this chapter)