Surgeon Master Andrology

Here it is necessary to mention our young master Gong's major, as an inferior student in a third-rate school, but he has taken the art test, although he only signed up for a name.

Gong Zhaonan is a painting major, but he has almost never used a brush. In the words Lu Ping scolded him at the time, "You are the cheapest art major I have ever seen."

Entering the school is purely for being stuffed with money. It is not a good school in the first place. As long as you are rich enough, you will naturally enter if you want to. got him in.

But although the school is third-rate, it cannot withstand the pressure from the leaders above.As the saying goes, the first-level government crushes people to death, and the new officials take office and come down to conduct joint investigations. Gong Zhaonan's third-rate school is poor in all selections.Bear the brunt of it, the leader issued a death order, and the professional courses must be caught by me!

So our Young Master Gong is out of luck.

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"Cen Yan, did I never tell you what my major is?"

Gong Zhaonan took a cigarette from Cen Yan's pocket, and prepared to start a long speech with a serious expression on his face.

"painting."

Gong Zhaonan was so frightened that his hands trembled, "Handsome guy, can you pinch and count?"

Cen Yan glanced at the cigarette in his hand, and said to himself that when he knew he had fallen in love with the wrong person, he wanted to go through your family tree in order not to make any mistakes. How could it be possible that you didn't even know your major.

Seeing that Cen Yan ignored him, he was not interested in wondering whether Cen Yan would count on this matter, so he curled his lips and said, "The school organized a blood-based organization to go to the mountains to sketch. Unfortunately, I was elected as the worst student representative. If I don't go, I will retake my professional courses. , so, you will not see me for at least a week."

"Ah."

"Just "um" and it's gone?"

"when are we leaving?"

"tomorrow morning."

"Ah."

Gong Zhaonan was displeased, "Hmm! The point I want to express is that we will not see each other for more than a week, you understand?"

"so?"

"Oh!"

Gong Zhaonan rolled his eyes at him, and as soon as he got up, Cen Yan stretched out his hand to pull him back, and sat directly on Cen Yan's lap.

"What are you doing? Let me tell you, I'm the one who will reverse the car back and forth into the mountains tomorrow, and I'm not suitable for strenuous exercise."

Gong Zhaonan stated the facts with his mouth, but his body did not struggle, and he sat obediently.

"What do you want to do before you leave?"

"No, Cen Yan, you have to be clear about one truth. You are the stallion, and I am just a little lamb that was killed by the stallion."

"Why is this still being planted together?"

"..."

Gong Zhaonan had no ability to fight back after being attacked by Cen Yan. He sat down facing Cen Yan with his legs apart, and yelled maliciously from his neck on the bracelet, "Husband~"

When Cen Yan heard the "hundred and thousand turns" tone, he knew that something was going to happen, "Shut up."

"Fuck!" Gong Zhaonan almost got angry, but he still faced the difficulties and asked with a smile, "Don't you like it? Then...wife~"

"Don't mess around with me, talk about something."

"Come to school to see me off tomorrow!"

"I'm not free tomorrow."

"You didn't see me for the last time?!"

"Are you going to die?"

"almost!"

"Then do something meaningful before you die."

"...Three sentences stay true to your old profession! You are still wronged to say that you are a stallion!"