Could it be that I haven't combed my hair well?

A habitual movement made Xie Wanying touch her braid. Unexpectedly, after her movement, the laughter in the classroom became louder. Her hands suddenly froze, as if she noticed something big had happened.

At the classroom door, someone walked in through the door. The laughter and laughter in the classroom stopped. From this, 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, short-sleeved white shirt, black trousers, and face without glasses. He broke away from the nerd's stereotype, but the corners of his eyes were slightly solemn. The image of a trendy young scholar seemed to have jumped from the book to reality, which was refreshing.

It seemed that some students recognized who this person was and whispered: "I am the main teacher of the teacher, right?"

Those who come to the National Association must have aspirations to the National Association. It is not surprising that students before coming to have a considerable understanding of the National Association. However, this type of news usually only exists within the National Association's internal news, unless the students have contact with 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, her original place is far from the capital.

As the leader? What does it mean? Xie Wanying is thinking about the origin and personality of her class counselor in her mind. Building a good relationship with the counselor is crucial for students in college.

"Didn't you say that the teacher is mainly to be our counselor?"

Others continued to whisper and privately talk about the counselors, and they all knew the importance of counselors.

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

"How is he?" This is a question that he didn't know the origin of the leader.

"You will know when you talk to him." Those who know about the matter must keep it in order to not easily reveal the secret of the counselor. He revealed that he was afraid that he would be beaten up.

"What is his name? Can you say it?"

When someone said this, the young scholar who walked onto the podium started to speak and said, "I want to know my name, I am writing it on the blackboard now, so you can recite it."

It immediately became silent under the podium.

He is worthy of being the leader. As long as a voice is released, everyone will bow down and surrender.

Dada, chalk is written on the blackboard, and strokes are typing on the blackboard. After accompanying the steady and arduous writing of young scholars, three words appear in the eyes of Xie Wanying and other classmates: Ren Chongda.

"How about it, my name is OK?" As soon as the chalk was thrown, the young scholar Ren Chongda's finger joints knocked on the blackboard, a standard teaching method.

No one dares to speak.

"Why are you laughing at when I came in just now?" Ren Chongda asked.

Some of the freshmen raised their eyelids, some lowered their heads, and some turned pens, and all kinds of postures were available. Only Xie Wanying sat quietly in the middle, with her face almost expressionless.

Ren Chongda was watching her alone. All the other students were about to laugh again and endured it hard.

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

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

Ren Chongda was shocked by her eyes instead, and his cool mouth curled up, and he smiled: "It seems you know."

After his words came out, the laughter that had been held in the classroom for a long time was released again, and the whole situation of laughter was filled with laughter.
Chapter completed!