Chapter 49

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as soon as class was over, everyone saw Qin Kaiwen leave the classroom, and immediately they were boiling.

Many boys began to surround themselves with Yang Zimei, who generally introduced themselves. Yang Zimei also smiles one by one, remembering everyone's faces and names.

"Hello, Yang Zimei. I'm Xia mo

The monitor xia Mo turned to greet Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei saw that xia Mo God asked her to show her eyes. Her face was dignified and atmospheric, and her manner was sincere. She fell in love with her, and said with a smile, "Hello, please take care of her in the future."

"We are all classmates. We should take care of things naturally." Summer foam smile way, "later, in the school what do not get used to, or do not understand, you can ask me."

"Yes, thank you."

"You can also ask me, I will be happy to solve problems for my classmates." Chen Xiaoqiang yelled.

Yang Zimei took a look at him, and suddenly found that his printing hall was very dark, and the mountain roots were dark and blue. He could not help staring at him for a while. Looking at him with the eye of heaven, a fragment appeared in his mind. At the crossroads, he was suddenly hit by a car and flew away, bleeding everywhere.

She slightly frowned, as a classmate, she couldn't help but remind: "Chen Xiaoqiang, after school, it's better not to cross the crossroads, be careful of the bloody disaster."

Chen Xiaoqiang looked at her suspiciously, wondering how she could say so.

"Yang Zimei, why do you say this to Chen Xiaoqiang? Do you know him? Do you know that every day he has to go through the intersection without traffic lights Xia Mo asked curiously.

Yang Zimei smiles and doesn't answer. She can only remind so much. She is not a universal Bodhisattva and has no obligation to help others solve difficulties. Even if she is a classmate, it depends on his own life whether he follows his own advice or not.

When the bell rang, xia Mo saw that she didn't answer, so she didn't ask too much questions. She just felt that Yang Zimei's black eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

Seeing that the boys around his desk finally left, Huang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then became nervous about his body odor.

He was really afraid that his bad smell would pollute his clean looking deskmate, so he wrote a line on his book and pushed it to Yang Zimei.

"I'm sorry, I have a bad smell. If you feel uncomfortable, please apply to the teacher for transfer. I won't mind." When Yang Zimei saw such a writing in the book, he looked at Huang Yifeng. Seeing that he lowered his head, even his breath seemed to be repressed. It was estimated that he was afraid of being disliked by himself, so he felt pity.

"I know acupuncture and moxibustion. If you believe me, you can find a place where I can treat you after class to ensure a radical cure." She went back in her book.

Huang Yifeng saw her reply and looked at her in surprise.

In the withering of traditional Chinese medicine today, acupuncture and moxibustion for everyone, it is just exist in the TV, not many people really understand, except some senior Chinese medicine.

Now, as a teenager girl, he said she could do acupuncture. He was not surprised.

He thought for a moment and wrote in his book: Yes, thank you, but do you have a silver needle?

Yang Zimei nodded to him.

Since her mother miscarried in front of her eyes when she was five years old, she devoted herself to the study of medical skills, and the silver needle did not leave her body.

It is different from changing one's life against the weather. It is a matter of accumulating happiness and can be done more.

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