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Chapter 6 No way, Chinese people are reserved by nature, I have to "picture it slowly" (2)
She resisted the urge to look up at Luca. She put the tax number slip into the folder and put it back in her backpack. She smiled and said goodbye to the staff, then pushed the chair away as usual, stood up and left.

"Hello!" Luka called her behind her, Gan Tiantian didn't answer.

Luca turned around from behind the desk, chased after her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Gan Tiantian blocked him with his exact words: "Guess?"

Luka caught up with her, turned around and faced her backwards, lowered his head and asked blankly, "Are you angry?"

Gan Tiantian raised her head and gave him a sideways glance with a half-smile, without speaking, and continued to walk forward.

Luca was confused, he blinked his charming brown eyes innocently, and said, "Did I offend you?"

There was a little smile on the corner of Gan Tiantian's mouth, and her eyes were straight ahead.

"I said," Luca followed her all the way back, paused a little at a loss, and changed the subject wittily, "Do you want to know about the burning house yesterday?"

Gan Tiantian didn't answer, and went her way as usual.

Luka was lowering his head and focused his eyes on her face, intending to observe her reaction, when there was a "boom", his entire back hit the glass directly.

Forgive him for not having eyes in his back, and the wicked Gan Tiantian was intentional at all.Luka gasped with a "hiss", he bowed slightly, frowning as if he really felt the pain.

Immediately, half of the people in the office turned to look at him.

Gan Tiantian laughed out loud with a "poof", smiled and shook her head, and jumped out from the open door beside him, laughing loudly.

Luka turned his head to watch her go out, and the figure disappeared in a flash. Then he put his hands on the back with his teeth grinning, lightly pressed the position of the back of his heart, and rubbed it carefully.The neckline of the open shirt was twisted by his crumpling, revealing the edge of a white bandage on his shoulder.

Gan Tiantian left the office, followed the address given on the Internet, found a large post office in the city center, and took a passport to receive a large envelope containing the residence materials.

She followed the online strategy, filled out the application form for international students, went to the machine to get a number, queued up at the window and bought a year's medical insurance, then put the copy of the insurance policy and other certificates in a large envelope Handed it to the window staff.

The staff is fluent in English. After asking her to pay a fee of more than 100 euros, she handed her a piece of paper and explained it to her with gestures and gestures. She asked her to hold the paper and press the above list after [-] days. It's time to go to the police station to get fingerprints.

Gan Tiantiantou expressed his understanding, and after thanking him, put the so-called residence slip into the folder.

She came out of the post office easily, stretched her waist towards the not-so-wide street in front of her, and thought to herself: At last, she will not meet Luca again this time.

fate?God's guidance?Pull it down.

Gan Tiantian was not in a hurry to go home. The weather in Modena in early September was just right, neither hot nor cold, and it got dark late.

She was strolling home from the city center, stepping through the door for dinner.

After simply eating dinner, washing the pots and pans, Gan Tiantian went back to the bedroom and was about to take the keys and go out for a walk when her phone vibrated.

She took out her mobile phone, and there was a text message on the screen with an unfamiliar number. This was the only text message Gan Tiantian received when she came to Italy, except for Tim's service text messages.

The text message, edited in Chinese, read: "Dlocinna, don't be angry!"

Even if there is no signature, it does not prevent Gan Tiantian from identifying the person who sent the text message.

Sweetly happy, she thought to herself: Luca must have peeked at the phone number on her tax ID application form, and then Google translated "Don't be angry" in Italian, and copied the Chinese translation into the text message.

She was going to go out, but because of a text message, she sat back in the chair again. Thinking back to Luka's embarrassment today, she couldn't help but smile sullenly.

Gan Tiantian's smile was discovered by Mao Jiajia.Mao Jiajia turned over and sat up abruptly, rolled her eyes, and said with a gossipy smile, "Did that policeman try to pick you up yesterday?"

Gan Tiantian froze for a moment, and asked without raising her head, "Who are you talking about?"

"It's the fireman who didn't wear the fireproof suit!" Mao Jiajia blurted out, his face was still slightly flushed, "He's quite handsome."

Gan Tiantian said "um", and didn't say any more, her fingers stopped on the screen, thinking about whether to reply his text message, after all, it's not good for "Wai Guoren" to misunderstand that Chinese people have small belly and chicken intestines.

"Hello!" Seeing that she didn't answer, Mao Jiajia lay on her side on the bed and patted the bed board with her hands. After she successfully got Gan Tiantian's attention back, she couldn't help but want to give her a teaching popularization class, "Can you Be careful, Italian men are like this. The whole world knows that Italian men are the most sympathetic, even cursing is like talking about love, and bargaining is like flirting."

Now it was Gan Tiantian's turn to be upset, she looked up dully.When Mao Jiajia saw her expression, she knew she had hit the mark, and she continued to complain bitterly: "Tell me! Did you say he winked at you? Italian men can seduce people regardless of age! As long as you are a woman! You are a woman." They can wink and charm you!"

Gan Tiantian had already given up the idea of ​​replying to text messages. She opened her browser and Baidu checked the five words "Italian man". Ideas are gone.

It turns out that the Italian man is such a painful existence!
Du Niang said: Italian men are lustful, and people all over the world know it.

The next day, Gan Tiantian got up early again, and Mao Jiajia also got up with her to go to other cities to reapply for passports.

The secretariat sent Gan Tiantian an email saying that she should report to the general secretariat on Friday morning and arrange a professional interview for her in the afternoon.

The General Secretariat is located in the center of the city, in a small lane near the Grand Place.

Gan Tiantian found the location of the General Secretariat by relying on the route map of the advance positioning search.

It is integrated with the surrounding ancient buildings. The half-circle wooden door with a height of one person is half-open. Gan Tiantian passed back and forth three times before finally noticing it.She opened the door and went in. Behind the door was a long corridor, and the end of the left side of the corridor was the office area of ​​the General Secretariat.

The so-called general secretariat of Italian universities is almost the same concept as domestic teaching office buildings. There are a row of offices inside, and teachers performing their duties wear uniform work uniforms and work hard behind the computer.

Gan Tiantian didn't know which one she should enter, and all the signs on the door were in Italian, which she didn't know.So, she had to tap lightly on the window of the first office, poke her head out of the window politely, and ask in English, "Excuse me, I'm a freshman here to report, which office should I go to?"

The young man behind the window raised his head and smiled at her, compared to the door inside, and said to her, "The one on the right."

Gan Tiantian nodded her thanks, took out all her materials from her backpack, walked into the door next door, handed the document bag to the middle-aged lady sitting by the door, and said, "Hello, I'm here to report."

The lady is obviously in charge, and she has a stack of freshman admission lists on hand.

"What's your name?" The lady wore a pair of glasses with very small lenses. Blue eyes looked at her from above the lenses with kind eyes. "You don't speak Italian?"

"Gan Tiantian," Gan Tiantian reported her family background, shook her head with a smile, and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I teach in English and I don't know Italian."

"Oh, it's okay." The lady stretched out her finger, followed the capital letters of the first column of the list, and turned through three pages. "Are you Chinese?"

Gan Tiantian answered her: "Yes."

"Okay, I found it." The lady first laughed, and then she was stunned. She looked up in astonishment, and asked in disbelief, "Are you a master of forensic medicine?"

"Yes." Gan Tiantian nodded and said in surprise, "Excuse me, what's wrong?"

The lady shook her head and said in an incredible tone: "Miss, you will be the first lady in Asia to study forensic medicine in Modena, oh no, or I think I can make a bold guess, you are the first lady to come to Italy to study forensic medicine."

Gan Tiantian: "..."

She guessed it!Besides her, who else has such a convulsion? !Will you come to Italy to study forensic medicine?Although, forensic science in Italy is pretty good.

Gan Tiantian kept a decent smile and told her with her eyes: I am proud to study forensic medicine.

The lady put an X in front of her name, and after typing a few times on the computer keyboard, two A4 papers with exactly the same content were spit out from the printer next to her.

The lady handed her both pieces of paper, pointed to the blank space at the bottom right and said, "Sign your name here."

Gan Tian said thank you, and nodded to do so.

The lady took one of them away for filing, and handed the other back to her, and said with a smile: "You take this paper and go to the interview place designated by the medical school for an interview in the afternoon."

Gan Tiantian put the paper into the folder, and the lady returned the document bag she put on the table to her: "Put away your registration materials first, and after you pass the assessment, you can take it to the college secretariat to register for admission." .If you can’t pass, you can consider changing departments or schools.”

Gan Tiantian was startled, put all the materials back into the backpack, and said, "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." The lady who had always been dignified and gentle suddenly stood up with her hands raised, clenched her fists to cheer Gan Tiantian, "Come on! Asia's number one woman!"

Gan Tiantian's feet softened, and she almost fell to her knees in front of her.

Italians...are they so enthusiastic and smart?
When Gan Tiantian arrived in front of the small bungalow of the medical school, she couldn't believe it. Standing beside her was a tall black man, obviously over 1.9 meters tall. He had a big headset around his neck, and he also looked dazed. .

"Excuse me, is this the medical school?" Gan Tiantian raised her head, poked her fingers towards the bungalow, and asked him in English.

The black buddy shrugged and spread his hands: "I think so."

Do you want to be so poor...Gan Tiantian stretched out her hand to stroke her forehead, there was only a row of small bungalows, there were no more than a dozen classrooms around, and a row of trash cans of different colors were surrounded by walls.

"Are you here for the interview too?" The black buddy said "Hey", gestured at her with a gesture commonly used by hip-hop singers, and enthusiastically introduced himself, "My name is Giotto! Bachelor of clinical medicine. Beauty, what's your name? "

"Dolcinna" popped up unconsciously in Gan Tiantian's mind. She pursed her lips and said with complicated eyes, "Gan... Tiantian."

"Catch Tiantian?" Giotto looked down at her blankly, "Catch Tiantian? Are you Chinese?"

Sweet Sweets nodded, Giotto's five senses were tangled, and after repeating "Catch up with every day", he felt that his whole tongue was bad: "Do you have an Italian name? Or... an English name?"

"Dolcinna" appeared in Gan Tiantian's mind again, she ruthlessly dispelled it with her thoughts, and gritted her teeth: "No! Just call me Tiantian. Chinese people pay attention to—"

She used her eyes to stop the black buddy who tried to give her a foreign name, translated an old saying, and said: "—Chinese people are particular, they don't change their names even if they die!"

Giotto glanced at her with aggrieved eyes, rolled his tongue in his mouth, and said unwillingly, "Oh, yes, every day."

This can be regarded as a nickname...Gan Tiantian thought with interest, not bad...

There were more interviewees in the clinical medicine department than in the forensic department. When the professor called the name "Forensic medicine department, catch up every day" outside the waiting room, Giotto's nodding head stopped in mid-air, his eyes widened. , like a frightened rabbit, jumped up three feet high, "Oh oh oh oh oh" shouted repeatedly: "You are actually a forensic medicine department!"

The attention of the entire classroom was drawn to Giotto.

Gan Tiantian proudly gave him a thumbs up, patted his shoulder, and followed the teacher out. Giotto clapped loudly behind his back and whistled: "Come on! Hurry up every day!"

The veins on Gan Tiantian's forehead twitched, and the corner of her mouth grinned, but she smiled.

It seems that even the foreigners in Italy are a little too enthusiastic.

The classroom where Gan Tiantian interviewed was relatively small. Five professors sat in a row under the desk. The professor with white hair and white beard in the middle pointed to the seat on the podium and said to her in strange English: "Hurry up!" Miss Tian Tian, ​​please sit down."

Gan Tiantian thanked her, sank into the seat, leaned her back against the back of the chair, and let out a breath with her eyes slightly closed, implying that she should relax.

After a while, she opened her eyes, which were full of confidence.

The interview lasted nearly four to ten minutes, with the central examiner as the main examiner who asked her a total of six or seven professional questions.

Italian teachers seem to prefer discussion over listening.

The examiner was particularly curious about Gan Tiantian's four-year work experience. He kept asking her to give examples to illustrate her point of view, and discussed with her intensely.

"Bravissima!" When Gan Tiantian finished her interview, the examiner took the lead in applauding.This is the second time Gan Tiantian heard this word. After repeating it humbly, she asked in English: "Excuse me, what does Bravissima mean?"

"Sorry, I don't understand Italian," she said.

The young professor sitting on the far left adjusted his glasses with his hand and said with a smile, "The professor is praising you."

"Thank you." Gantian thanked with a smile.

"But, hurry up," the examiner frowned, with an exaggerated facial expression, "you should speak Italian when you come to Italy. You know, no matter how good my English is, there may still be some things that cannot be expressed accurately. If , you speak Italian, I think we can communicate better."

Gan Tiantian listened carefully to what he said, turned her head to think for a while, and respected and admired cautiously: "Good professor, I think, I will work hard to learn Italian. It has nothing to do with teaching and communication, just because I think , it is a very beautiful language, ancient and full of charm."

The head professor became excited when he heard the words. He stretched out his hands to compare his thumbs, and his upper body twisted into a sense of rhythm. He cheered and said: "Come on every day! I like your aesthetics!"

look!Flattery has to be like this to be useful!

Gan Tiantian smiled and exited.

Complimenting their beautiful and rhythmic language in front of the Italians is the same as saying "Oh, your Chinese is too difficult to learn" in front of the Chinese, which has the same effect.

Gan Tiantian thought, her interview was pretty sure without any accidents.

As a result, after she spent a weekend, plus Black Monday and Embarrassment Tuesday, on Wednesday morning, she received a phone call that surprised her: "What?! Say it again?"

Gan Tiantian was dumbfounded, and repeated to the receiver of the phone in disbelief: "Say it again?"

"I said..." The lady on the other end of the phone paused every single word, and said at a speed slower than the slow VOA, "I'm sorry, Miss Tiantian. Because of the construction of the World Expo next year, the national government has withdrawn the capital from the Modena government. Therefore, our education funds this year are not enough to support the opening of all majors, and some of the majors that will be temporarily closed without enrolling students happen to be your Department of Forensic Medicine."

"There is no enrollment...then what should I do?" Gan Tiantian wanted to cry without tears, "I crossed mountains and ridges, crossed the Pacific Ocean, and flew halfway around the world, but you told me that there was no enrollment?"

"This is not the result we want to see." The lady of the general secretariat was also very sorry, and took this opportunity to complain to Gan Tiantian, "Our university, even with the strong support of the Ferrari consortium behind it, cannot stand the crazy exploitation of the Milan government. .”

Sweet and painful, can you be more reliable? !can it? !

"Then what can I do now?" Gan Tiantian was leaning against the sink wearily, she reached out and turned off the gas stove that was heating soybean milk, her whole body was extremely depressed.

"Since your interview was very exciting," the lady changed the subject and vaguely lit a small candle for her to light her way forward, "The professors of the Department of Forensic Medicine jointly recommend you to study clinical medicine."

"Huh?" Isn't this a bit of a stretch?Forensic and medical, after all, there is a difference.One is to save people, the other is to move the dead... They dared to let her learn it, but she didn't dare to learn it... Gan Tiantian frowned and hesitated for a moment, then said uncertainly, "The professional span is obvious, I don't know if I can do it." ..."

(End of this chapter)