Chapter 650

"Yes, when?" Jiang Chan promised. She was always in the classroom. She was a little bored. She hadn't seen the competition class in senior one and senior two. Who made her brush the competition experience almost?

"It's better to study at night," said Lao Jiang, frowning. "I guess it's false to share experience. It's true to want you to give them a lecture. You should pay attention, little cicada. Don't be fooled away by those teachers."

"That's not good. The little cicada belongs to all of us. We also need the little cicada to give us a lecture at night."

Chen Wei, who didn't know when to touch him, suddenly sprang out. Lao Jiang stared and wanted to curse. Chen Wei ran away and held his words in his mouth.

"Then go to the self-study on Monday night. I don't study on Saturday night. I want to have a rest."

After calculating the time, Jiang Chan decided next week.

"Yes, I'll talk to the teachers." Lao Jiang nodded, glanced at Jiang Chan, and suddenly frowned: "usually eat more. Look at your appearance of bean sprouts. Be careful to be a dwarf in the future."

Jiang Chan was helpless: "teacher, I'm growing my body. I'm already one meter six. I'm not a dwarf. I'll grow again in the future."

"You are seventeen, only one meter six. How tall can you grow in the future?" Lao Jiang stared: "eat more calcium tablets and exercise more."

"I see, teacher, there's nothing wrong. I'll go first." Jiang Chan smiled and knew that Lao Jiang was cold and hot and cared about her. Although the words are not pleasant to hear, they are bean sprouts and dwarfs.

In fact, she is only 15 years old. She can grow to 1.6 meters at the age of 15. There is still a lot of room for her growth in the future. Don't ask for anything else, at least one meter and seven?

Thinking about these, Jiang Chan slowly walked back to the classroom. As soon as she entered the classroom, she was surrounded by everyone.

"Little cicada, are you going to teach the students of the competition class? Don't. do you have the heart to abandon us?"

"We are comrades in arms in the same class. You can't do this, little cicada."

"Yes, the four classes in the competition class have their own teachers. You can't be busy, little cicada, otherwise it's too hard. It's already very hard in senior three."

"It's not hard for little cicada to study in senior three. What's hard is to go to the competition class. Competition. At the beginning, in order to compete, I hung my head and pricked my shares. I got up earlier than a chicken and slept later than a dog every day."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said. Just share your experience for a week at most." Jiang Chan smiled: "the teachers in the competition class are so powerful that I can't give them a lecture."

She just won a gold medal. The students really think she can do everything? In fact, it's a pity that she hasn't even won a professor these years.

"No matter what, if little cicada goes to the competition class to share her experience, we will send her there on time and pick her up on time, so as not to be robbed by others."

Chinese class representative clenched his fist: "little cicada belongs to our class!"

"Yes, that's a good proposal. It depends on whether they dare to compete with us!"

Jiang Chan cried and laughed, "well, you can do it if you like."

She thinks she has a few more bodyguards. In fact, it doesn't affect her at all. If she doesn't like to be in the competition class, can others force her to fail?

Leaving aside the matter of the competition class, Jiang Chan entered the bedroom with ink. There is no evening self-study at night. She can relax and have a good sleep. During this time, she needs to be refreshed urgently.

Mo Mo lies down beside Jiang Chan's pillow and sleeps soundly with Jiang Chan's dense breathing.

Early in the morning, Jiang Chan opened her eyes on time. She was in high spirits after a night's rest. Hearing the movement of Jiang Chan, Mo Mo opened his eyes and leaned against Jiang Chan's pillow again. His head reached Jiang Chan's cheek.

Jiang Chan got up lightly. Mo Mo took a look and continued to sleep. My sister is going to wash and exercise. Meow can sleep again. When meow wakes up, delicious food will be brought back by my sister.

In fact, Jiang Chan ran two laps on the playground and met Lao Shi who was doing morning exercises.

"Little cicada, you have a rest this afternoon and go to eat at home at noon." old Shi ran beside Jiang cicada. The cold wind was blowing. He was not red and breathless, and his physical quality was very good.

"Teacher, I don't have any luck today. I have a patient on hand. The situation is still serious," Jiang Chan smiled. "Please help me convey my teacher's mother and let her stop worrying. She should have more rest and keep her spirit."

"Your teacher's mother is a busy person," old Shi smiled. "She didn't have time to have dinner? What kind of patient is she in such a hurry?"

"It's hard to say. He's really serious. His assistant will pick me up at the school gate at noon. Teacher, I really don't have a blessing in mouth today. I'm really sorry."

"OK, then I won't force you. You little girl should pay attention to yourself. You should have more heart and mind to treat people." old Shi touched his head and told Jiang Chan. Now doctors are making trouble one after another. Jiang Chan is still a little girl and really needs more snacks.

"I know. Thank you for your concern."

"By the way, after you went back on Friday, my little Yuanzi pestered us to buy him books on traditional Chinese medicine. He took me to teach him to read last night, but there was no less trouble."

"What books did you buy, teacher?" Jiang Chan became curious. Unexpectedly, Yuanyuan's three-year-old child was so determined that he didn't know whether it was three minutes of heat or true love.

"Tang tou Jue, synopsis of the golden chamber, Huang Di's Internal Classic, theory of typhoid and miscellaneous diseases, compendium of Materia Medica, etc." Lao Shi shrugged: "at present, we just teach him to recite Tang tou Jue first. In addition, he doesn't know words."

Jiang Chan smiled: "there are 320 Tangtou songs in total. If Yuanyuan can recite them within three months, I can take him to see old Zheng."

"320 songs, that is to say, I have to recite nearly 100 songs a month, and every day it looks like three to four songs." old Shi drum his eyes: "OK, I don't know if this boy can insist on coming underground."

"We have to work harder to teach him to recite and recognize words." Lao Shi sighed, wondering if the boy would be frightened.

"I think Yuanyuan has great potential in traditional Chinese medicine. It depends on whether he really likes it or just a moment of curiosity." Jiang Chan said objectively: "even if he has a higher talent, if he doesn't like it, he won't really calm down to learn."

"Traditional Chinese medicine itself is broad and profound. If you want to get started, you must first familiarize yourself with these introductory classics. It will inevitably be boring. Many adults may not be patient."