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Qin Zimo shook his head.

"No, no, I have to practice driving tomorrow."

"I can't come to this speech."

Teacher Zhao shook his head and comforted him.

"Learning to drive will not be affected."

"As long as you promise to be the image ambassador of this event."

"My published papers add a name to you."

"You know, this is a great honor."

"You can add a lot of points to your future file resume."

Qin Zimo immediately sat upright with a serious expression.

"Actually, I think it doesn't matter whether you add points or not."

"The most important thing is that being an ambassador can improve myself and increase my experience."

"..."

Ever since.

Next Monday, Qin Zimo will be able to speak on stage again.

There's nothing wrong with being a publicity ambassador.

Writing a manuscript is nothing to Qin Zimo.

Mainly because he finds it troublesome.

I've been in a dead house for a long time, and I don't want to go anywhere.

I don't want to do anything.

Now that it is a great honor to be able to sign the paper published by Mr. Zhao.

Of course he was happy to oblige.

...

After leaving the office.

Qin Zimo went to find Tong Xiaoya and Lin Qianqian.

Tong Xiaoya also heaved a sigh of relief after knowing this.

...

seven o'clock in the evening.

Qin Zimo returned to the dormitory.

I turned on the computer and watched some promotional videos and drafts about AIDS prevention.

Combined with my own ability, I wrote a 1,500-word speech in less than half an hour.

After browsing at random, I recited it.

Recite it again on Monday, and it shouldn't be a problem to get out of the whole process.

At nine o'clock, Qin Zimo played auto chess for a while.

At ten thirty, ready to go to bed.

At this time, Lin Qianqian's aunt Zhang Jing called.

Qin Zimo picked up the phone and took a look.

Most of this guy has also made an appointment for tomorrow's practice car.

Just call and ask.

Answering the phone, Qin Zimo said.

"Hello, who is it?"

Zhang Jing laughed on the phone.

"Handsome Qin, do you want to practice driving tomorrow?"

Qin Zimo yawned.

"Practice, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jing said happily.

"That's great."

"Let's take a car together."

Qin Zimo was speechless.

"You don't have an appointment?"

Zhang Jing said awkwardly.

"I wasn't there when the driving school called."

"When I called back, it was already fully booked."

"I'm free again tomorrow, so I don't want to waste it."

Qin Zimo smiled coldly.

"You really know how to plan."

Zhang Jing said coquettishly.

"Then would you like it?"

"You promised me."

"After practicing the car, we can go anywhere."

Qin Zimo was full of disdain.

"Okay, okay."

"That's it, I'm going to sleep, bye!"

After speaking, Qin Zimo immediately hung up the phone.

Lie on the bed, squint for a while, and immediately fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Qin Zimo got up at seven o'clock and went to the dining hall to have breakfast.

Today is the weekend, the students don't have to practice.

Everyone is sleeping.

Qin Zimo took the leave note and asked the guard to let him go.

After walking for five minutes, Qin Zimo used Didi software to hail a taxi on the main road outside.

At this time, a Mercedes-Benz came by the side of the road.

The Mercedes-Benz stopped, and three people got off the car.

Among them were two middle-aged women and a student.

The student was the senior who was beaten by Qin Zimo.

He is 1.89 meters tall and weighs more than 180 kilograms. He is very burly.

It seems that he has recovered and was discharged from the hospital, and returned to continue military training.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Qin Zimo waiting for the bus on the side of the road. After being taken aback for a moment, he pointed at Qin Zimo and said to the woman.

"Mom, I was beaten by him."

The middle-aged woman pulled her son.

"Forget it, don't make trouble."

"We who wear leather shoes don't need to argue with someone who wears straw sandals."

Qin Zimo took out a piece of gum and chewed it in his mouth.

Then he walked towards the three of them.

He looks rather scary.

The faces of the three of them turned black with fright.

The middle-aged woman took out her mobile phone and said in a panic.

"What are you going to do?"

"I called the police."

Qin Zimo froze for a moment, then walked to the taxi and opened the door.

Then he looked back at a few people.

"Neuropathy!"