He Qing walked into the classroom, looked at the piles of clinical postgraduate examination review questions on the table, sighed, opened the book and started reviewing. Those sitting around were all fellow researchers who were preparing to cross the single-plank bridge with him. They were all writing furiously at this moment, but now he could not read a single word. It is not easy for medical students to take the postgraduate entrance examination, especially those in clinical majors. Not only did I go to college for one more year than others, but I also have internships every day. It is really rare to find dedicated time to read. Throw down your pen, walk out of the classroom through the aisles filled with fellow students on both sides, and gently close the door. During the whole process, no one raised their head. He Qing sighed again. Walking to the window, although summer has passed, J City is not called the "stove" for nothing. The entire city is now shrouded in a sultry low pressure. He Qing suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette. He searched all over his body and only found a plastic lighter. Thinking about it, I didn't know how to smoke at all before. Ever since Lin Yue left, he has been looking like this decadent person. "Maybe it's because of the pressure of taking the postgraduate entrance examination," He Qing could only console himself. He turned around and went to the toilet, wiped his face with cold water, and then returned to the classroom door. He opened the door and returned to his seat, but no one was paying attention to him. I picked up the pen and looked at the options for the first question for the 40th time. Lin Yue's shadow was all in his mind. He finally gave up and pushed the information aside. Take out a notebook. "Instead of continuing to review ineffectively, it is better to write down the story between him and Lin Yue, just to prevent my long-term focus on studying from causing neurological disorders." He Qing comforted himself, "Before, she always said that I was a typical medical student, not artistic at all. Today I will be artistic... Although she may not care anymore."