"Alright, all students attending the first practical lesson today, please step forward voluntarily. I'm going to start calling names, and those on my list should line up and take a seat at the front."
Song Qingyun held the list, causing all those who hoped to escape to sigh inwardly. This professor was too serious.
Why do we need roll call?
The front row of the lecture hall was cleared, and all the freshmen voluntarily sat down in the front, including Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Song Qingyun's assistant came in carrying a box.
"All the needles in these boxes have been sterilized. You'll form pairs and draw blood from each other. Whoever successfully draws the first tube of blood will have completed the task, and this score will be recorded in your graduation grade.
Of course, if you don't complete it in class, you can come to me privately to submit your assignment. If the blood drawing isn't done, your credit will be deducted, putting your graduation score at risk.
