Sheng Yiweng was caught in admiration and reverence, unable to extricate himself after a long time.
Then Gu Tong suddenly changed the topic and said, "However, I regret it now. The effect of fertilizing and watering is about the same. I can water first and then fertilize. So, is it too late to water now?"
Sheng Yiweng's abilities were unclear. They might lose this basketball game.
Maybe they should talk to them again, ahem.
"..." Sheng Yiweng's mouth twitched twice. He raised his hand to point to the trainees from Class Two of Internal Medicine who had finished lining up and said, "Teacher, do you think there's still time?"
Gu Tong turned around and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
It seems it might be too late now. Asking to add more people would be too embarrassing...
...
The students from Class Two of Internal Medicine had already been selected.
Of course, some were forced to join.
