My Sister is Very Obsessive

I turned my head and glanced at the patrol car that was already blurred in the rain, and my brows were slightly wrinkled. I didn't believe what Xia Xiaoman's father had said to him before.

Then, why is he so devoted to Xia Xiaoman...

Xia Xiaoman's father...

"Oh, I told you to stop frowning and thinking nonsense,"

Xia Xiaoman couldn't take it anymore, he raised his hand and punched me in the stomach,

"The big deal is that when I go back, I'll just ask him to take you with me, what a big deal!"

"He's still coming to pick you up?"

"He said that if it rains after school, he will wait for me at the door of the teaching building."

I gave her a thumbs up again, leaned over my head, and asked in a low voice,

"What are you doing at home?"

As soon as I asked about her family situation, Xia Xiaoman's face suddenly turned cold.

I stood there and smiled awkwardly, and then followed into the teaching building.

There are not many professional courses in the freshman year, plus "Zhongji" on Monday and "Chinese Medicine" today, there are only two courses in total.

The teacher who taught "Chinese Medicine" was a woman in her early fifties, dressed to look like the so-and-so specialist printed on the so-and-so hospital brochures posted outside.

Maybe she is really a so-and-so specialist in our school's affiliated hospital.

In the first class, according to the usual practice, she would not enter into the study of textbook knowledge. From Shennong, she tasted all kinds of herbs and "Huangdi Neijing", and told us about Sun Simiao and "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Especially when talking about Hua Tuo of the Three Kingdoms, he is full of praise for his Mafei Powder and surgical operations.

I have already understood what she said before. Recently, the more popular Bian Que Sanlian and Huatuo Sanlian, I have specially read it on Baidu, so when I listen to it in class, I don’t know it. God walked.

As for the content of mind wandering, it is naturally about how to design a couple's sweater.

I kept recalling the operation steps of the UP master in my mind. I thought it was quite simple, but when it was my turn to actually operate it, it was extremely difficult.

So, I took out my pen and started writing and drawing on the scratch paper.

Girls are not very interested in history or anything, but they still like stories. At least Xia Xiaoman likes the stories told by this teacher very much, so she listened very seriously in this class.

After class, she was still unsure.

When she saw me, who was immersed in painting, she leaned over her head curiously,

"What are you doing?"

"The design of the sweater!"

I put down the pen, snapped my fingers, and sent the drawing to her.

"what do you think?"

Xia Xiaoman glanced casually, "I didn't even recognize it if you didn't say it was a sweater."

This is a blow to people. I know that my painting skills are average, but if you say that you can't see the appearance of a sweater, I don't believe it.

So, after I rolled her eyes at her, I handed the blueprint to Shen Liuli's hand next to her,

"Liu Li, can you see what I'm drawing?"

Shen Liuli glanced down, then looked at me with a smile,

"You said it just now, you painted a sweater."

"Can you tell if I don't say it?"

Shen Liuli lowered her head and looked at it seriously again, her tone was a little uncertain,

"Should be able to?"

Should be able to? What should it be? If you can, you can, if you can't, you can't. You should be able to do it. You can hit people better than Xia Xiaoman.

Seeing my speechless expression, Xia Xiaoman couldn't help laughing.

"I told you, don't draw by hand, what design is not using computer drawing now, your original hand-painted, and you still don't like it, the clothes you don't make will be like what you drew, how can you wear them out? See someone!"

This girl can really hit people, I gave her a blank look in a speechless way.

"You think I don't want to use a computer to draw!" I crumpled up the drawings on the table, "I don't know how to use it. I downloaded the software in the morning, and watched several N teaching videos. But it's just not good."

"You just download software on the Internet, watch two video tutorials, and want to learn fashion design, then professional fashion designers don't starve to death on the streets!"

Xia Xiaoman shook his head contemptuously, then looked at me sympathetically,

"Forget it, I'll show you a clear path, do you want to listen?"

"Speak!" I silently held the pen and drew random lines on the scratch paper.

"Sister Mengmeng's family owns a clothing company. You ask her to teach you!"

Hearing what Xia Xiaoman said, I suddenly heard that the handbag that my sister had when she and her sister took an elective the night before yesterday was said to have been designed and made by Sister Mengmeng herself.

However, although she can design handbags, she doesn't necessarily know how to design clothes. Just like she can design houses, she doesn't necessarily know how to design bridges.

"She seems to be able to design handbags!" I said uncertainly.

"You are so stupid!"

Xia Xiaoman reached out and poked my arm, looking at me with disgust,

"No matter if sister Mengmeng can design handbags or clothes, at least she can use design software, you can ask her to teach you how to use software, learn to use software, you can add relevant theoretical knowledge yourself, no better than you. Is it much easier for people to think blindly?"

I am really obsessed with the authorities. I was all thinking about designing clothes, and it was heartbreaking to have Xia Xiaoman come to explain such a simple question to me.

I gave Xia Xiaoman a thumbs up, looking at the lead-filled sky outside the window,

"Today's cloud filled with lead and affected my thinking."

"I said you are a poor man and blame the house foundation."

Xia Xiaoman rolled his eyes at me and expressed contempt, giving me no face at all.

However, I'm not the kind of person who has a particularly good face. It's good for friends to fight each other, but if they are too polite, they seem a little reserved and distant.

I decided to find a time to chat with Sister Mengmeng and see if I could trouble her to teach me.

In the second class, the teacher still focused on storytelling, but it was different from the ancient stories told in the first class. Now, many of the stories she tells are about modern and modern Chinese medicine masters.

Finally, when the get out of class was about to end, the teacher couldn't help but teasingly asked us:

"Are there any boys in our class who like to read urban medical fairy texts, please raise your hand!"

As a result, almost two-thirds of the dozen or so boys in the entire class raised their hands.

I turned my head to look curiously, just smiled, but didn't speak.

"Well, you can put your hands down."

The teacher smiled slightly and pressed his palm,

"For students who like to read urban medical fairy tales, studying medicine is the right thing to do, especially Chinese medicine. After sophomore and junior year, if you are interested, you can also write it yourself. Reasonable and well-founded will always be better than random thoughts. It's more attractive."