Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 333 What Kind Of Person Am I?
"I don't mean talking."

He Li said dumbfoundedly: "I mean communication. Don't you think that people really need communication? You don't like to communicate with others very much!"

Zhao Yifan said with a smile: "Minister He, when we met for the first time today, you already knew that I don't like communicating with others? Are you too subjective?"

"I'm not subjective!"

He Li shook her head and said proudly: "I have been the head of the student union for two years, and I have met thousands of students. No matter who they are or what their personality is, I just need to chat with them briefly, and I will know Already!"

Zhao Yifan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and kindly reminded: "Minister He, as the saying goes, if you know people, you don't know their hearts, and you just talk to others, and you can know everything. That's too confident." ?”

To put it bluntly, He Li is self-confident, but to put it bluntly, it is arrogance.

Even Zhao Yifan doesn't have the ability to know what kind of person the other person is after a few words of chat!

You know, the most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart.

"It's not self-confidence, it's just skill."

He Li glanced at Zhao Yifan, and said proudly: "After all, I have also been the head of the student union for two years. If I don't even have such a little ability, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Zhao Yifan wanted to laugh, so he asked, "Minister He, since you are so capable, tell me, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"You."

He Li said confidently: "Although I haven't known you for a long time, I can guess that you must be a student who likes to be alone, withdrawn, and doesn't like to communicate with others. Your academic performance should be pretty good... Well, by the way, I belong to the kind of taciturn, hard-working students, but their academic performance should be average, and their grades belong to the middle type in the class, am I right?"

She looked at Zhao Yifan with full confidence.

Zhao Yifan's answer was very simple, he shrugged his shoulders, hehe smiled, and didn't bother to say anything - He Li's guess was far from the truth of the matter!
Wrong not even stick to the side!
But He Li took Zhao Yifan's faint smile as a tacit consent. She tossed her hair and said, "Student Zhao Yifan, how are you doing? Have you seen it?"

"Yeah, I see."

Zhao Yifan nodded, and said perfunctorily, "Sure enough."

While talking, the two arrived at the logistics department, where three or four teachers were busy registering, counting, and checking.

"Teacher Wang, I'm here."

He Li greeted a teacher very familiarly.

"Hehe, He Li, you are finally here."

Teacher Wang looked up at her, wiped off his sweat, and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mr. Wang, are you still counting items as before? Let me come, and you go to the side to rest for a while."

While talking, He Li said to Zhao Yifan: "Student Zhao, come on, come and count the number, and I will register."

Anyway, he came here, and seeing that these teachers were really busy, Zhao Yifan didn't say anything, and started to count things according to what He Li said.

After two or three hours of busy work, I finally finished all these tedious tasks.

"He Li, and this classmate Zhao, thank you for your help."

Teacher Wang thanked the two of them politely.

"You're welcome, Mr. Wang, this is what we should do."

He Li smiled and waved her hands, and said to Zhao Yifan, "Okay, it's fine, let's go."

After leaving the logistics department, I found that it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. He Li thought about it and said to Zhao Yifan: "Student Zhao, you haven't eaten yet, right? That's good, shall I treat you to dinner?"

Before Zhao Yifan could speak, He Li's cell phone rang. She picked it up to look at the phone number, and smiled apologetically at Zhao Yifan, "Wait a minute, I'll answer the call first." Press the connect button: "...well, it's me, oh... oh, ok, I see, I'll go there now."

"I'm sorry, Classmate Zhao."

He Li put the phone in her pocket and explained to Zhao Yifan: "There is something else, I can only treat you to dinner another day."

"It's ok."

Zhao Yifan waved his hand and said, "Then I'll go first." As long as he didn't drag himself to go with her, it would be fine.

"Okay, then I will go to work first."

He Li smiled at him, and told him again: "Student Zhao, don't always dislike communicating with others. It's not good to bury your head in studying dead books. It won't help your grades. By the way, leave me your phone number. When I'm not busy another day, treat you to dinner."

"Just eat."

Zhao Yifan smiled.

"How can this work?"

He Li put on a pretty face, and pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "You are doing me a little favor today, besides, you are too lonely, you have such a character, I can't do it, I have to enlighten you next time To enlighten you and help you improve, anyway, I am also the head of the student union, although you did not join the student union, but we are all classmates, I have the responsibility and obligation to help you!"

"Go, go, go."

Zhao Yifan raised his hands in surrender, and said dumbfoundedly: "Minister He, can I give you the phone number?"

"That's right."

He Li nodded in satisfaction, and recorded Zhao Yifan's mobile phone number. Immediately, she dialed it, and when Zhao Yifan's phone rang, He Li put the phone away and said, "Wait for my call!"

"Ok."

Zhao Yifan hummed, and He Li left.

The report of the new students just made the teachers and students of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine busy for two days, and soon, life returned to normal.

Zhao Yifan went to work, got off work, and returned to Luo Yun's house at night, all of which seemed to be in order.

However, after seeing the reports of these new students, Zhao Yifan remembered Zhao Baliang who was on the mountain, and calculated with his fingers. Zhao Yifan planned to find a rest time at the end of September, and go back to the mountain to see his senior brother, Zhao Baliang, etc. people.

During this time, Luo Yun came back from get off work every day, just talking about the making of jasmine perfume with Zhao Yifan, as if he was possessed.

It's just a pity that the progress is not very ideal.

Zhao Yifan took the time to call Tang Yuntao and asked about the internship at the Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He learned that the professor who will lead the student internship this semester was booked last year.

The graduate student led by this professor will graduate next year, and this year is the last year of his internship, so Zhao Yifan can only wait another year behind.

On the phone, Tang Yuntao repeatedly apologized to Zhao Yifan several times in fear and sincerity. Tang Yuntao was finally relieved when he heard that Zhao Yifan was fine, and swore that Zhao Yifan would be arranged by the logistics department this semester. Go up, next year's internship will definitely be given to Zhao Yifan.

Regarding this, Zhao Yifan didn't care about it. He turned around and talked to Zhu Zhigang. Zhu Zhigang naturally sighed and regretted. Anyway, he still has two years to graduate, and it doesn't matter if he waits another year. He can't let other students, three years Not even an internship opportunity.

In this way, Zhu Zhigang had to make room for the professor, so he could only return to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine for the time being.

Zhu Zhigang knew that his school career would be the last time in his life, so when he had nothing to do in school, he was happy to go to other teachers' elective courses or open classes every day.

As for Lu Jiaxuan and Feng Bo, who share the same office with Zhao Yifan, they have been preparing their lessons honestly and conscientiously for the past few days, for fear that when the so-called "capital leaders of Kyoto" come to the school, they will randomly find a classroom and listen to a lesson. It happened to be his turn.

If the speech is good, then that's all. If the speech is bad, wouldn't the face of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine be lost?

Not only the two of them, but almost all the teachers in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine thought so—except of course, Zhao Yifan, who had no classes to teach at all, so naturally he wasn't worried about meeting him.

"...Old Feng."

After Lu Jiaxuan prepared the class, he put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his temples. Seeing Zhao Yifan sitting next to him leisurely, he said to Feng Bo enviously, "I'm a little envious of Xiao Zhao. Look, tomorrow morning, The leader from Kyoto City is about to come to our school, today I guess all the teachers are checking their own lesson plans, only Xiao Zhao is comfortable here, don’t worry about anything.”

"Yes."

Feng Bo nodded, and said: "However, Xiao Zhao is the last year of this year... Hey, that's right." Speaking of this, Feng Bo patted his forehead and said: "Xiao Zhao, this semester, you The Academic Affairs Office should arrange for you to sit in, let’s study, haven’t you received the notice yet?”

"No."

Zhao Yifan shook his head, pretended to be stupid and said solemnly: "I guess the Academic Affairs Office will arrange it after the leader comes to our school." He knew very well, how could the Academic Affairs Office arrange him as a professor How about going to sit in and study?

"Well, I guess so."

After listening to his explanation, Feng Bo suddenly understood and nodded, and said, "Xiao Zhao, according to the rules, at the end of this semester, the Office of Academic Affairs will definitely arrange for you to randomly give freshmen freshmen a class. , and then they go to sit in and see if next semester, you can be promoted to be a lecturer and officially substitute, so your comfortable life will soon come to an end, how about this, anyway, you are fine if you are idle, I will have something later After class, you follow to the classroom, find a seat at the back and listen to it, try to figure out the rhythm control of the lecture that I told you before, so I can demonstrate it to you."

"Well, Old Feng is still thoughtful."

Lu Jiaxuan nodded in agreement and said: "Xiao Zhao, when I was a student, I used to learn a lot from Lao Feng. This thing seems simple, but in fact, it is also very delicate. You need to listen more and think about it. "

"This……"

Zhao Yifan thought about it for a while, and indeed, even if he wanted to put on a show, he had to do it, otherwise, he would just sit in the office doing nothing every day, and after a while, Lu Jiaxuan and Feng Bo would definitely I began to doubt myself as an "assistant teacher".

Thinking of this, Zhao Yifan said with a smile: "Okay, Lao Feng, where will you teach the next class? I will stroll over to listen to it by myself in a while, and learn from you."

(End of this chapter)