Chapter 937 Where are you going to celebrate the New Year this year, Qiuqiu?

   "That's where we might ask us to give a new gift—"

  "Go to the value area and select one."

  The two people chatted casually, as if they were talking about the coming and going of goods.

   "That person likes a hard bone."

   "Then change one."

   "But I like that, Dad, should I run it?"

  A lot of money, now I’m afraid of Qian Song’s words, "What does it work?"

   "Spend money."

   "Yes." It is reliable to use money to seal it.

  Everything is decided like this.

  Think of a lot of money, money stars must be eaten up, live broadcast companies, such a place with bad debts all the year round can withstand investigations? After investigating a hole, it is estimated that it is necessary to make up money.

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  Spiritual Healing Department, the exam wind is getting stronger.

  All college students are very nervous before the exam, and they like to worship the big brothers. This fine tradition has been the same after three thousand years.

  For example, the strong in the field, such as Mrs. Al, and Dean Zhu and other veteran spiritual healers, have many more qualified people.

  Recently, in the teaching building on the side of the Mental Healing Department, one can often see a spiritual healer walking along the road, and a steady flow of spiritual power is spilled out of his body.

   is obviously walking and meditating.

  Qiuqiu has a different path from these students. She is in the library and is breathing in the storm in the spiritual healing area.

  The broad and magnificent spiritual sea, and the continuous improvement of spiritual power, have steadily improved Qiuqiu's brain power and memory.

  Although she can't remember it now, but after reading it a few times, she has a general impression in her heart. In time, she can't repeat each word completely, and she can also say that she is inseparable.

  So she came to supplement the theoretical knowledge, and it would be too embarrassing if she could not pass the theoretical examination when it was saved.

  Qiuqiu is reading a book seriously, reading and flipping.

  On the other side, a few sophomores who came to review looked at her and whispered.

   "...final exam syndrome? What's wrong?"

   "Can you remember when you flip the book so fast?"

  "Which class is it?" Because of the small number of people, students from the Mental Healing Department here can occasionally distinguish the class.

   "Looking at it familiarly... Only the side face, I might be able to recognize it when I look up."

   "I look at the girl who was driven crazy by the theory test again."

   "Let me take a video."

There is a school sister who is also bound by this kind of theoretical knowledge and took a picture of Qiuqiu. The storm that is faster than turning his face inhaled the book, and he typed a profile picture and posted it in her circle of friends. [The end of the term, I can’t wait to write Eat this book in your stomach! 】

  A picture of friends and roommates hahaha.

  It was night. I loosened my muscles and used my ID to borrow a few books. Qiuqiu was walking on the small road back to the dormitory, and Mosi’s communication came over.

   "I will have an exam in two days?"

   "Yeah, I'm so nervous."

   "You won't be nervous." Mo Si laughed.

   "Why, can't I be nervous?!"

   "If you need 100 points in genocide, you will get nervous."

  "Do you believe in my strength so much?" She said in a sweet tone.

   is too sweet and too soft, Mosi took off his hand and whispered into the microphone, "Otherwise, you are the strength, I know best."

  "We will have a holiday after the exam. How are you going to spend the holiday this year?"

  "Just like last year, I wandered through the stars." Asking this, isn't it about seeing the parents? ! Qiuqiu was a little bit resistant to seeing his parents.

  It always feels... so strange.

  Mosi asked, just wanting to know Qiuqiu’s attitude, "Then I will stay with you just like last year."

   "No, you go back, not at home for the New Year for two years..."

  (End of this chapter)