Returning to ’90s, She Became Famous in Major Surgical Fields

   Chapter 49 [49] 1 girl 49 boys 1

   Could it be that you haven't combed your hair properly?

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

  Classroom door, ah, someone came in through the door. The chatter and laughter in the classroom stopped. 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, and a face without glasses. With awe, the image of a trendy young scholar seems to have jumped from the book to reality, which is refreshing.

   It seems that some students recognized who this person was, and whispered: "It's the teacher who 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 before coming here 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 insider of the National Association. Xie Wanying definitely does not have this resource. First, she is only the daughter of a truck driver, and secondly, the place where she used to be is far from the capital.

   As the leader? What's the meaning? Xie Wanying pondered the origin and personality of the counselors in her class in her mind. It is very important for students to have a good relationship with the counselors in the university.

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

   The others continued to whisper about the counselor in private, and everyone knew the importance of the counselor.

   "Notified last night. It scared me to death."

   "Is he okay?" This is the question asked by someone who does not know the origin of the leader.

   "You'll know when you talk to him." Those who know will have to give up, so that they won't easily reveal the counselor's secrets.

   "Can you say his name?"

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

   Immediately it became silent under the podium.

   As expected of the sect leader, as long as the voice was released, everyone bowed their heads and became ministers.

  Da da da, the chalk was written on the blackboard, and the strokes and portraits were tapped on the blackboard. After the young scholar's steady illness book, three words appeared in the eyes of Xie Wanying and other students: Ren Chongda.

   "What, is my name ok?" The chalk was thrown, and the young scholar Ren Chongda's knuckles tapped on the blackboard, the standard pointer style.

  No one dared to speak.

   "Why did you laugh when I walked in just now?" Ren Chongda asked.

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

   Ren Chongda was looking at her alone. All the other students were about to laugh again, struggling 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 corner of his slightly cool mouth tickled, with a smile that was not a smile: "It seems you know."

   After he said these words, the laughter that had been held back in the classroom for a long time was released again, and the whole room was full of laughter.