A habitual action made Xie Wanying touch her braid. Unexpectedly, after her action, the laughter in the classroom became even louder. Her hands suddenly froze, as if she realized something big had happened.
Classroom door, beep, someone came in from the door. The talking and laughing in the classroom stopped. From this, it can be seen that the person who came in must be the 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, breaking away from the stereotype of a nerd, and the corners of Danfeng's eyes were slightly bright.
With solemnity, the image of a trendy young scholar seems to have jumped from the book to reality, 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 study in the National Association must be interested in the National Association. It is not surprising that the students before coming here have a good understanding of the National Association. However, this kind of information usually only exists within the internal information of the National Association, unless the students are in contact with the internal information of the National Association.
Xie Wanying definitely does not have these resources. First, she is only the daughter of a truck driver, and second, her original location is far away from the capital.
Ren dean? What does it mean? Xie Wanying was thinking about the origin and personality of the counselor in her class. It was very important for students to have a good relationship with the counselor in college.
"Didn't we already say that the teacher will be our counselor?"
Others continued to whisper about the counselor in private, and everyone knew the importance of the counselor.
"I was notified last night. It scared me to death when I heard it."
"How is he?" This was asked by someone who did not know the origin of the leader Ren.
"You'll find out just by talking to him." Those who know the information will definitely have to hide it, so as not to reveal the counselor's secret easily. If they reveal it, they will only be beaten.
"Can you tell me what his name is?"
When someone said this, the young scholar who stepped onto the podium spoke up and said: "If you want to know my name, I will write it on the blackboard now. You can read it carefully."
Immediately, there was silence under the podium.
As expected of the leader Ren, as long as he uttered one voice, everyone bowed down.
Click, click, click, chalk was written on the blackboard, strokes were struck on the blackboard, and along with the young scholar's steady writing, three words appeared in the eyes of Xie Wanying and other students: Ren Chongda.
"How about, is my name okay?" The chalk was thrown away, and the young scholar Ren Chongda tapped his knuckles on the blackboard, a standard pointer method.
No one dared to speak.
"Why were you laughing when I walked in just now?" Ren Chongda asked.
Some of the freshmen raised their eyelids, some lowered their heads, some turned their pens, and all had various postures. Only Xie Wanying sat quietly in the middle, with an almost expressionless face.
Ren Chongda was looking at her alone. All the other students started laughing 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. There was really no wave in her eyes.
Instead, Ren Chongda was startled by her eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, half-smiling: "It seems you know."
After he said these words, the laughter that had been suppressed for a long time burst out again in the classroom, making the whole room burst into laughter.
