Did I not comb my hair properly?

As a habitual action, Xie Wanying touched her braid. Unexpectedly, after her action, the laughter in the classroom became louder. Her hand suddenly froze, as if she realized that something big had happened.

The classroom door, yike, someone walked in. The talking and laughing in the classroom stopped. It can be seen that the person who came in should be the counselor.

The man who walked in was in his twenties, tall, with handsome bangs, a short-sleeved white shirt, black trousers, and no glasses. He was free of the stereotype of a nerd, but his almond-shaped eyes had a slightly solemn look, and the image of a trendy young scholar seemed to have jumped from a book into reality, which was refreshing.

It seemed that some students recognized who this person was and whispered, "Is the teacher going to be our counselor?"

Those who come to study at the National Association must be interested in the National Association. It is not surprising that students who come here have a good understanding of the National Association. However, this kind of information usually only exists in the internal information of the National Association, unless the students have connections with the insiders of the National Association. Xie Wanying definitely does not have this resource. First, she is just the daughter of a truck driver, and second, the place where she originally lived is far away from the capital.

Ren Jiaozhu? What does that mean? Xie Wanying pondered the background and personality of her class counselor. It is very important for students to have a good relationship with the counselor in college.

"Didn't they say that the principal would be our counselor?"

Others continued to discuss the counselor in private, and everyone knew how important the counselor was.

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"They notified me last night. I was scared to death when I heard it."

"Is he okay?" This was the question asked by someone who didn't know Master Ren's background.

"You'll know if you talk to him." Those who know the secret will definitely keep it a secret and won't reveal the counselor's secret easily. If they do, they'll probably deserve a beating.

"Can you tell me his name?"

When someone said this, the young scholar who walked up to the podium spoke up and said, "If you want to know my name, I'll write it on the blackboard now. Please read it carefully."

Immediately, the audience below the podium fell silent.

As expected of Master Ren, as long as he speaks out, everyone will bow down to him.

Tap, tap, tap! The chalk was writing on the blackboard, tapping the blackboard stroke by stroke. Following the steady and rapid writing of the young scholar, three words appeared in the eyes of Xie Wanying and other classmates: Ren Chongda.

"How about it, is my name okay?" Throwing down the chalk, the young scholar Ren Chongda tapped his knuckles on the blackboard in the standard way of teaching with a pointer.

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 twirled their pens, and there were all kinds of 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 were about to laugh again, but they tried hard to hold it back.

"Do you know what the reason is?" Ren Chongda asked her alone.

Xie Wanying raised her eyelids and looked at the counselor calmly. There was really no trace of emotion in her eyes.

Ren Chongda was surprised by her eyes, and the corners of his slightly cool mouth curled up, as if smiling: "It seems you know."

After he said this, the laughter that had been suppressed in the classroom for a long time broke out again, and the whole class burst into laughter.