on Monday.
Su Yan's first day of school.
The four of them got up at seven o'clock.
Because Su Yan needed to find her counselor to pick up her books, the four of them left home at 7:20 a.m., bought breakfast at the school gate first, and then went to find their counselor.
The counselor's office for the integrated Chinese and Western medicine major is located on the second floor of the teaching building.
When the four arrived, the office door was open.
"Knock knock—!"
Su Yan knocked on the door. "Hello, may I come in?"
"Come in."
Su Yan responded and then went inside.
Chen Ting and the others waited at the door.
The office was small, with only six desks, a cement floor, and yellowed walls. There was only one young male counselor inside.
Su Yan walked over and thought for a moment, then said, "Hello teacher, I'd like to find a counselor who combines Chinese and Western medicine. When will he be here?"
The male counselor, who was squatting at his workstation looking for something, looked up when he heard this. He looked Su Yan up and down before saying, "I am Yang Qing, the counselor who combines Chinese and Western approaches. Is there anything I can help you with, student?"
Su Yan quickly said, "Hello, Instructor Yang, I am Su Yan, a student majoring in the integration of Chinese and Western medicine who just registered last Friday. Director Zhong asked me to come to you on Monday to pick up my books."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qing adjusted his glasses, stood up, and said, "I know you. Director Zhong spoke to me about it."
As he spoke, he pointed to a stack of books on the table, "These are all your books, six in total."
"Okay, thank you, counselor."
Su Yan hugged the books to her chest. Although there weren't many books, each one was incredibly thick, and it felt like the books were about to sag.
"Su Yan, you've missed two weeks of classes. Remember to review hard when you get back. There's a test this Wednesday, so you need to be prepared, okay?" Yang Qing instructed.
Su Yan nodded, "I understand, counselor. I started reviewing over the weekend."
"It's good that you're self-disciplined. Go to class and don't be late."
"good."
Yang Qing stroked his chin, watching Su Yan's departing figure, and muttered, "She's really beautiful."
At the entrance.
Deng Ziyi stared wide-eyed in shock at the book in Su Yan's arms. "Wow, your book is so thick!!"
She gestured and added, "It's half the length of my middle finger."
"Pervert!" Bai Meng exclaimed.
“We’ll each take one to help ease your burden,” Chen Ting said.
Su Yan didn't stand on ceremony with them and took out the Traditional Chinese Medicine class she was scheduled to attend that morning.
With three fewer books, she didn't have as much trouble carrying them.
"Okay, we'll take you to your classroom," Deng Ziyi said.
"No need," Su Yan said, half-laughing and half-crying. "I can still find the classroom. Don't think of me as so naive, okay?"
Bai Meng said, "Deng Ziyi and I are in classroom 208. Come find us if you need anything."
Su Yan responded.
She went to find the classroom after the three left.
The Traditional Chinese Medicine classroom is in room 404.
When she arrived, half of her classmates had already arrived.
Everyone in the classroom was stunned when they saw the new face.
Su Yan glanced around and then looked away. She found a quiet corner to sit down and took out a book to start reading.
The other students finally realized what was happening.
"Squad leader, who is this? I don't think I've seen him before."
"Yes, she's really pretty. Is she a transfer student?"
"Look at the dress she's wearing, I've never seen that material before, and she's sitting so far away, she must be hard to get along with."
"She's prettier than Zhang Ziyi, who studies nursing."
"I think Zhang Ziyi is prettier."
"Hmph, you guys all like girls with good figures. Although the new classmate's figure isn't that hot, she has such a great temperament, so ethereal, like a fairy, she's miles ahead of Zhang Ziyi!"
"Class monitor, hurry up and ask her if she's a new student, or we might forget her name during roll call!"
The crowd egged them on, urging them to hurry.
The class monitor of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Integration Class 2 was a fair-skinned boy with delicate features and simple clothes. He couldn't help but blush when he heard his classmates teasing him.
But in the end, he couldn't withstand the pressure and went through with it.
The class monitor stopped in front of Su Yan's desk and stammered, "You... hello, I am Ling Zhi, the class monitor of Class 2. Are you a student who transferred to this class or changed majors? I have never seen you before."
Su Yan only looked up from her book when she heard the sound.
Looking at the person in front of her, she remained silent for a few seconds before standing up and replying, "Hello, my name is Su Yan. I am a student who just started registering. I had to take leave for the past two weeks due to family matters."
Ling Zhi's face grew increasingly red, and he stammered, "Oh, so...so that's how it is. Then write down your name. The TCM teacher requires roll call before each class."
Su Yan responded and wrote her name on the paper he handed her.
After taking it, Lingzhi returned to his seat.
He glanced down at her handwriting discreetly.
It is delicate and strong, neat and beautiful, and pleasing to the eye.
"Hey, why is the class monitor's face so red? Did he fall in love with the new classmate at first sight?"
"The class monitor likes people with beautiful handwriting. Look at the new students' handwriting, it's like it was printed. No wonder the class monitor is blushing."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Ling Zhi's fair face was now so red that it looked like it would bleed.
He hurriedly explained, "A woman's reputation is very important; don't cause any trouble for the new student."
Just then, the school bell rang.
The traditional Chinese medicine teacher was extremely strict, and no one dared to misbehave in his class. As soon as the bell rang, everyone quickly returned to their seats.
After the class monitor finished taking attendance, the traditional Chinese medicine teacher arrived.
Su Yan also looked up from her book and towards the podium.
The traditional Chinese medicine teacher was an old gentleman wearing a Zhongshan suit, with a blank expression, sharp eyes, and a very imposing presence.
In his classes, people usually don't dare to sit in the front because he likes to call on the people sitting in the front to answer questions.
As luck would have it, out of dozens of students in the class, only Su Yan was sitting in the first row.
The second and third rows were empty.
At this moment, she was very conspicuous.
The TCM doctor spotted her immediately and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Alright, today we'll learn Part 3. Turn to page 34."
The class was halfway through.
The TCM teacher pointed at Su Yan and asked, "This student, can you explain why your pulse is weak and slippery? What's the problem?"
Su Yan blurted out the answer as a reflex, without even glancing at the book.
In the following second and third periods, she was called on to answer questions five times.
The key point is that every time she finished answering, the TCM teacher's expression became even more amiable.
Everyone else was stunned.
They've been attending all those days of Traditional Chinese Medicine classes, and they've never seen this teacher smile once!
There are three classes in the morning.
As soon as the bell rang, Su Yan immediately packed her things and was the first to leave the classroom.
The others who originally wanted to strike up a conversation with her: "..."
The new classmate is so aloof!
Su Yan, who was being treated coldly by Guoguo, ran back to her dormitory.
She clutched her stomach the whole way, her face growing increasingly pale.
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