Dashing Student

Stepping into the campus, Chen Nan’s gaze sharply caught the direction of the signposts, and he walked steadfastly towards the registration point for Traditional Chinese Medicine freshmen without hesitation.

In this Comprehensive Medical University, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is like a pearl, sealed by the passage of time, appearing somewhat deserted compared to popular majors like clinical medicine and dentistry.

At the registration point, the sparse crowd starkly contrasted with the bustling scenes of other majors.

In today’s fast-paced era, where technology advances swiftly, Western medicine, with its immediate results and advanced medical equipment, is highly favored by the public.

Traditional Chinese Medicine, with its profound theoretical system and relatively slow results, is gradually being marginalized, with fewer and fewer young people willing to devote themselves to studying it.

At the registration area, a girl in a white dress was busily moving around.

Her name is Lin Shiyun, her hair black as ink, smoothly cascading down her back, gently swaying with her movements.

In her eyes and eyebrows, there was a gentle temperament unique to the women of the Jiangnan water towns, as if she stepped right out of an ancient painting, each smile and frown radiating a captivating charm.

Just as Lin Shiyun was sorting out some materials, she inadvertently looked up and caught sight of Chen Nan.

In an instant, her movements froze, and a trace of surprise flashed through her beautiful eyes.

Chen Nan was dressed in a plain Daoist robe, flowing sleeves, his hair neatly tied up and secured with a simple wooden hairpin.

His posture was straight like a tall pine, with an elegant and cultured demeanor yet carrying a transcendental loftiness, standing out in the crowd, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

Lin Shiyun moved towards him with light steps, her face blossoming into a sweet smile, her voice soft as a spring breeze: "Hello, fellow student, are you here to register for the Traditional Chinese Medicine department? I’m Lin Shiyun, a sophomore responsible for the reception of new students."

Chen Nan politely returned the smile, his lips curving slightly, revealing a row of white, neat teeth: "Hello, senior sister, my name is Chen Nan."

At the mention of the name "Chen Nan."

Lin Shiyun almost dropped the materials in her hand, her eyes widened in disbelief, her lively pupils now full of shock, and she couldn’t help but inhale a breath of cold air.

As a student of Provincial Medical University, she had heard about this year’s college entrance examination situation.

Chen Nan’s name was well-known throughout the province, and with a rank of sixth in the entire province, he could have chosen any popular major at any top institution in the country.

However, unexpectedly, he chose the relatively unpopular Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

At first, Lin Shiyun wondered if this fellow named Chen Nan had perhaps made a muddled decision due to his studies.

After all, to the average person, it was incomprehensible to bypass popular majors and devote oneself to the lesser-known field of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

But when she saw Chen Nan in person, she realized she had been utterly wrong.

Chen Nan in front of her not only had a clear mind but also a handsome appearance, a tall stature, and an outstanding demeanor, his every move radiating a distinctive charm.

Coming back to her senses, Lin Shiyun’s lips curved into a sincere smile, and she extended her fair, delicate right hand, saying warmly: "Chen Nan, welcome to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine! Having a top student like you join us really brings glory to our department!"

Chen Nan blushed slightly, smiling somewhat sheepishly as he gently shook Lin Shiyun’s hand, replying: "Senior sister, I’ve had a deep interest in Traditional Chinese Medicine since I was young and have always dreamed of making a mark in this field."

Lin Shiyun nodded vigorously, her eyes full of encouragement: "Traditional Chinese Medicine is both extensive and profound, with endless potential. I believe with your capabilities, you will surely shine in our department."

With Lin Shiyun’s enthusiastic help, Chen Nan completed the enrollment procedures in an orderly manner.

Not only that, Lin Shiyun also took the initiative to show Chen Nan around the campus to familiarize him with the environment.

Along the way, she detailed each building and facility in the school, from the quaint and elegant library, to the modern experimental building, to the lively gymnasium, explaining every place meticulously.

While they were talking,

suddenly, a young man in his twenties appeared in front of them without warning.

This person was wearing clothes from internationally renowned brands, each item valuable, accentuating his tall figure.

His hair was meticulously groomed, sleek and shiny under the sunlight.

He was holding a large bouquet of bright and dripping roses, with water droplets glistening on the petals, clearly well-prepared.

He had a confident smile on his face, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of arrogance in that smile.

His name was Zhao Shun, a native of the provincial city with a wealthy family background. His parents ran several large enterprises, making him a true second-generation rich.

In everyday life, he was quite well-known in the upper circles of the provincial city, always surrounded by a crowd of flattering people, which fostered his haughty character.

Zhao Shun strode majestically to Lin Shiyun, knelt on one knee in front of everyone, raised the flowers in his hand high, and said loudly, "Shiyun, I have liked you for a long time, be my girlfriend!"

This sudden confession threw Lin Shiyun into disarray, her face quickly showing signs of panic and embarrassment.

It happened to be the new student enrollment, and the campus was bustling with people coming and going.

Seeing this, surrounding students stopped and curiously gathered around, starting to cheer. Calls of "Agree to him! Agree to him!" were heard in succession.

Lin Shiyun instinctively stepped back, her eyes full of helplessness.

In her panic, her gaze fell on Chen Nan, as if grasping a lifeline, hoping he could help her out of this situation.

Although she knew that she had just met Chen Nan and had no actual relationship with him, and that he was under no obligation to help her escape this awkward situation, she was out of options at the moment.

Chen Nan noticed Lin Shiyun’s plea for help, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He stepped forward, standing firmly in front of Lin Shiyun, his expression calm, his tone mild, "This student, it seems inappropriate to press someone like this in a public place."

Zhao Shun stood up, his smile disappearing in an instant, replaced by a look of disdain.

He looked Chen Nan up and down, sneering, "Who are you to interfere here? Shiyun, don’t mind him, just give me a straight answer."

Lin Shiyun took a deep breath, mustering her courage, "Zhao Shun, I appreciate your feelings for me, but I really don’t think we’re suitable."

The expression on Zhao Shun’s face instantly darkened, a chill flashed in his eyes, his tone icy, "Shiyun, you better think it through. There hasn’t been someone Zhao Shun fancies that he hasn’t gotten."

Chen Nan’s lips slightly curved, his smile somewhat mocking, "Brother, a twisted melon is not sweet. If you keep pestering like this, you might devalue yourself."

Zhao Shun was furious: "Who the fuck are you? Do you know the consequences of offending me?"