Song Anjing stuck out her tongue, chuckling twice.
Suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Xin, I wanted to report to you, the sufocatingly difficult pharmacology basic theory exam, I actually handed in my paper first today. Every question felt so familiar, like I've seen them all before... It's the first time in my life I feel like getting a 100 was easy, please knock me out of it, am I dreaming, is it a dream..."
Qin Xin: "..."
Of course, or do you think the review materials I gave you were for nothing?
That was the notes personally compiled by your dean himself, if he doesn't set questions from there, where else would he?
Song Anjing asked again: "Xinxin, how did you feel about the exam?"
Qin Xin thought about it: "It was okay, quite stable."
Song Anjing said foolishly: "Oh oh, that's good."
Ao Xinghao glared at her.
What's so good about that, Xin's stability usually means just under the passing line.
Forget it.
No more talking about this unhappy topic of exams.
