Juvenile Medical God

In a twinkling of an eye, I reached the weekend again.

In the next two days, Qin Lang still went to the study room to make up the class at night. In the morning, he still insisted on practicing. His "sickle boxing" became more and more sophisticated, and he had already developed the marrow and reached the realm of "practice". The reason for this progress is that Qin Lang’s foundation is playing well, and because he has a “good teacher”. Because every morning, Qin Lang will release the **** sputum for a while, feed it a little bit of insect food, and then let it accompany his own practice. From this **** body, Qin Lang has more and more understanding of the "sickle", and with the blood The tacit understanding is getting better and better.

This blood is not a zerg, the spirituality is far from normal, and after the feeding of the worm food, Qin Lang found that this little guy is even quite human, and he can understand his words most of the time. However, it is not surprising that many Zerg and exotic animals have been humanized after being domesticated because their talents are inherently strong. Even some Zerg and other beasts can practice like humans, but whether this **** belongs to this category, Qin Lang does not know.

On the other hand, the last time Qin Lang and Anderson took a battle, but also a lot of gains, if there is no war with Anderson, Qin Lang is afraid that it is difficult to play the sword and play the "fist".

You should know that it is easy for a martial artist to learn to move, but it is difficult to make a "intention". The realm of "practice" is also a watershed. Many martial arts fighters, as long as they are willing to endure hardships, refining, piling, and moves, are all able to come. However, at the level of “practice”, it is not achieved by hard work and hard work. It also requires a certain talent and comprehension.

In the same way, only when a set of punches is really "fist" is considered to be a door to the martial arts practice.

In these few days, when Qin Lang applied the sickle again, she felt that it was smoother and there was a feeling of natural beauty.

However, what puzzled Qin Lang is why this **** martial arts is intrinsic. Is it born with it?

After practicing in the morning, Qin Lang went to the classroom as usual.

But I don't know why, Lobin and his sense of distance have been opened again, as if everything has returned to the past, when the two did not meet.

Qin Lang's heart is faintly lost, but he thinks this may be God's arrangement. The last time he made a spring thunder, it may be a warning from God to himself. Maybe he and Lobin are like this, it is the best choice. After all, Lobin is so good, her future is definitely in the best universities, and the future of Qin Lang is already doomed: the prodigal son!

Rivers and waves. One!

If this is Lobin’s choice, Qin Lang decided to respect her choices, not to influence her. If she did not get into the ideal university, wouldn’t it be her biggest regret in her life?

In addition, Jiang Xueqing's appearance is like a glimpse. Since the last time I sent a towel to Qin Lang, I have never appeared in front of Qin Lang. It is really "lightly coming, leaving only a towel."

On Saturday afternoon, under the strong request of parents, Qin Lang returned to Anrong City for the weekend. Because of his work, his parents were stationed in Anrong City, and the old house in Xiayang City has rarely come back.

Qin Lang knew that the last time he was caught in the game, the parents worried, so this time back, the mother made a lot of delicious dishes to Qin Lang to make up the body, so that on Sunday afternoon, Qin Lang left the time left. A lot of dishes.

In the afternoon, Qin Lang returned to Xiayang by train.

The train drove out of Anrong City, and the high-rise buildings outside the window finally disappeared. Instead, the strong green embellishment was used as the keynote. The red brick and tile were decorated with strong Chinese ink paintings. It is a successful species that has a history of 8,000 years of planting in China from south to north.

However, Qin Lang’s attention was not on the field outside the window, because he suddenly remembered one thing: when he was leaving school on Saturday afternoon, Zhao Wei gave him a plan, and Qin Lang had not read it carefully.

Speaking of it, Qin Lan does not have much confidence in Zhao’s plan. After all, Zhao Wei’s kid is a slap in the face, and his academic performance is not very good. The company plan that is produced may not be feasible.

However, when Qin Lang opened the plan, he immediately changed his mind. Because the structure of this plan seems to be more professional, it is completely impossible to see what a high school student has come up with. It seems that Zhao Xiao’s boy is still It is very useful. Could it be that this kid is a business genius, just like many entrepreneurs, high school can not drum up the company without graduation?

Therefore, Qin Lang patiently looked down, the overall feeling that this plan is much better than Qin Lang expected, at least from his point of view, this plan is still feasible, the heart said that Zhao Xiao this kid seems really good .

At this time, the speed of the train gradually slowed down and stayed in a small station for a few minutes.

Although it is only a small station, there are many people who get on the bus from here.

However, Qin Lang’s attention was placed on the plan in his hand, but he did not pay attention to the people on the train.

"Sorry - the number is on the window!"

At this time, a familiar and cold voice rang in Qin Lang's ear. He looked up and suddenly stopped:

Because it is called Qin Bin, it is Luobin!

Qin Lang's position is No. 26, while Luo Bin's is No. 25. The small sign on the side of the seat number is marked with a small window. That should be the meaning of the single number by the window.

"Sorry." Qin Lang quickly got up and gave up.

"No... It doesn't matter, sit down." Luo Bin saw Qin Lang, but he was embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter, you come in, anyway, I don't look at the scenery at this time." Qin Lang insisted that Luo Bin sat in the window, because he found that since Lobin came up, there are many men in this car. The eyes fell on Lobin's body, and Qin Lang blocked out, at least can isolate a lot of harassing eyes.

It may be because of the weekend, Luo Bin did not wear a school uniform, she had a white floral dress, covered with a thin sky blue knit cardigan, such as the long hair of the waterfall poured freely on the shoulder, between the collar Exposed to the chest, a white snow-like skin like a white jade, a green Buddha statue on the neck, a stylish little satchel on the shoulder, the skirt of the long skirt seems to be fast, a pair of yellow short boots When the skirt is under the cloak, she has a youthful and fresh taste on her body. In the eyes of Qin Lang, her appearance makes this troubled car instantly become a beautiful scenery.

But men are always selfish. Qin Lang doesn't want to share this beauty with others, so he blocks the eyes of others as much as possible.

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