Didn't he comb his hair well
A habitual movement made Xie Wanying touch her braids. Unexpectedly, after her action, the laughter in the classroom became louder. Her hands froze suddenly, as if she had sensed that something important had happened.
The classroom door, hey, someone came in from the door. The chatter and laughter in the classroom stopped short. It can be seen that the person who came in should be a counselor.
The man who walked in was in his twenties, tall, with handsome bangs, a short-sleeved white shirt, black trousers, a face without glasses, out of the stereotype of a nerd, with Danfeng eyes slightly With awe, the image of a trendy young scholar seems to have jumped into reality from the book, which is refreshing.
It seemed that some students recognized who this person was, and whispered: "The teacher is our counselor, right?"
Those who come to the National Association to study must be interested in the National Association. It is not surprising that the students who came before came have a considerable understanding of the National Association. However, this kind of information usually only exists in the internal information of the National Association, unless the student has contact with the insiders of the National Association. Xie Wanying definitely didn't have such resources, firstly, she was just the daughter of a truck driver, and secondly, she originally lived far away from the capital.
Teacher? What's the meaning? Xie Wanying was thinking about the origin and personality of the counselor in her class. It is very important for students to have a good relationship with the counselor in college.
"Didn't you say that the main teacher will be our counselor?"
The others continued to whisper about the counselors in private, and everyone knew the importance of counselors.
"It was notified last night. I was scared to death when I heard it."
"How is he?" asked someone who didn't know the origin of the leader.
"Just talk to him and you'll know." Those who know the truth must keep a secret, so as not to easily reveal the counselor's secret, and if they reveal it, they are afraid of being beaten.
"What's his name, can you tell me?"
When someone said this, the young scholar who stepped onto the podium spoke up and said, "I want to know my name. I'm writing it on the blackboard now. Please read it carefully."
Immediately, there was a complete silence under the podium.
As expected of the leader Ren, as long as a voice is released, everyone bows their heads and bows their heads.
Da da da, the chalk was written on the blackboard, and the portraits were tapped on the blackboard stroke by stroke. After the young scholar's steady writing, three words appeared in the eyes of Xie Wanying and other students: Ren Chongda.
"What, my name is okay?" Throwing the chalk, the young scholar Ren Chongda tapped his knuckles on the blackboard, in the standard way of teaching the whip.
No one dared to speak.
"Why were you laughing when I walked in just now?" Ren Chongda asked.
Some of the freshmen raise their eyelids, some bow their heads, some turn their pens, and there are all kinds of postures. Only Xie Wanying sat quietly in the middle, her face was almost expressionless.
Ren Chongda was looking at her alone. All the other students were about to laugh again and tried their best to hold back.
"Do you know the reason?" Ren Chongda asked her alone.
Xie Wanying raised her eyelids and looked at the counselor calmly. She really couldn't see the slightest wave in her eyes.
Ren Chongda was startled by her eyes instead, the corners of Weiku's mouth hooked up, with a half-smile: "It seems that you know."
After his words came out, the laughter that had been suppressed for a long time in the classroom was released again, and the whole room burst into laughter.