Dashing Student

The two leisurely moved forward, accompanied by the gentle breeze.

Suddenly, a quaint and elegant building appeared before their eyes.

It stood quietly, like a scholar walking out from the depths of time, oozing a unique charm.

Lin Shiyun raised her hand, slender fingers lightly pointing to the building, her voice soft as a whispering breeze: "Chen Nan, this is our teaching building."

Chen Nan’s gaze followed her fingertips, and in that instant, he was deeply moved by the sight before him.

The teaching building was entirely in an ancient style, with intricately carved beams and painted rafters, and elegantly crafted flying eaves and brackets.

Each detail seemed to be an artwork meticulously sculpted by time, all revealing the charm of antiquity.

The vermilion pillars, tall and straight, were like loyal guards, firmly supporting the exquisite roof.

Despite the passage of time, the colorful paintings on the roof were still vibrant and eye-catching, as if they were softly narrating the history and telling stories buried by time.

The entire building was grand and majestic, dignified yet not lacking in elegance.

It formed a stark contrast with the surrounding modern buildings, yet it also blended wonderfully, like a poetic painting, exuding an irresistible charm.

"This teaching building really has character!" Chen Nan couldn’t help but exclaim with surprise and curiosity in his eyes, as if he wanted to etch every part of the building in his heart.

Watching Chen Nan’s excitement, Lin Shiyun’s eyes brimmed with a smiling warmth, like flowers blooming in spring: "This teaching building is a landmark of our school, and even in the entirety of University City, it’s hard to find a building with a longer history." Enjoy more content from Freewebnovel

Following that, Lin Shiyun led Chen Nan into the teaching building.

Upon entering, a rich scent of antiquity hit them.

They walked along the corridor that exuded an ancient charm, the stone path beneath their feet as if recounting years gone by.

Before long, they arrived at the freshman class.

Standing at the classroom door, Lin Shiyun stopped, turned her head slowly, and looked tenderly at Chen Nan: "Chen Nan, this is your class. I’m a sophomore and can’t accompany you in class, but you must study hard, okay?"

Her eyes were full of encouragement and expectation, like stars twinkling in the night sky, offering endless strength.

After speaking, she gently waved goodbye to Chen Nan.

Chen Nan watched her departing figure, growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared at the end of the corridor, before he slowly turned and entered the classroom.

Upon entering, Chen Nan noticed that the spacious room contained only about twenty new students.

Everyone sat at their seats, some engrossed in their books, while others were whispering among themselves.

The classmates’ curious eyes turned to Chen Nan as he walked in, their gazes full of inquiry and friendliness.

Chen Nan was momentarily taken aback, and couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotion.

In his imagination, university classrooms should be packed, filled with the noise of laughter and a lively atmosphere.

Yet now, the classroom before him appeared somewhat empty and forlorn.

His thoughts drifted. Traditional Chinese Medicine really seemed to be declining, with fewer and fewer people willing to learn it.

But Chen Nan was not disheartened or discouraged; on the contrary, a firm belief quietly took root and sprouted in his heart.

He silently made a resolve to himself, determined to promote Traditional Chinese Medicine, to let more people experience its profound and immense charm.

He took a deep breath, calming his emotions, a resolute expression appeared on his face as he strode over and sat down in an empty seat.

At that moment.

A boy sitting beside him warmly initiated a greeting: "Hello, my name is Li Yang, I’m very happy to meet you!"

Li Yang was a cheerful and outgoing boy, his face beamed with a radiant smile like the sunshine, which immediately made him likable.

Chen Nan also responded with a smile: "Hello, I’m Chen Nan. Please take good care of me in the future."

The two of them hit it off and chatted happily, their conversation flowing continuously like a babbling brook.

Just as they were engrossed in their conversation, the bell for class rang clearly. Chen Nan immediately sat up straight, his eyes filled with anticipation and longing.

He knew deeply that from this moment on, his college life had officially begun.

The bell had just stopped when the classroom door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in with steady steps.

He was dressed in a slightly faded dark blue shirt along with a pair of black trousers, looking simple and unpretentious.

His hair was neatly combed back, with strands of silver glinting in the sunlight, revealing the traces of time.

Wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, the eyes behind the lenses were deep and spirited, as if harboring endless wisdom.

He held a stack of thick books in his hands and walked steadily up to the lectern, placing the books gently on the desk.

He slightly lifted his head, his gaze sweeping around the classroom, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. That smile, like the warm sun in winter, instantly dispelled the students’ nervousness and strangeness.

"Hello, students, I am your class advisor, my name is Wang Hong." His voice was deep and charismatic, with each word resonating clearly and powerfully in the classroom.

Afterward, Teacher Wang Hong began distributing books to everyone.

He picked up the brand-new textbooks one by one, handing them to the students in the front row, while not forgetting to remind them: "Students, these are the textbooks we’ll be using this semester. Please take good care of them and study hard."

The students received the books and thanked the teacher in turn.

The classroom was suddenly filled with the sounds of pages turning and soft murmurs of conversation.

Chen Nan took the book, carefully flipping it open, and a faint scent of ink rushed to his face, prompting him to inhale deeply twice, seemingly very fond of the smell.

After distributing the books, Teacher Wang Hong walked up to the lectern, cleared his throat, and said: "Traditional Chinese Medicine is a treasure of our Chinese nation, with a long history and a profound cultural heritage."

"Although there are relatively fewer people studying Traditional Chinese Medicine nowadays, I believe that as long as you study with dedication, you will certainly discover its charm."

"The teacher does not expect you to glorify and elevate Traditional Chinese Medicine, as that task is too great and burdensome. I simply wish that you all pass down the tradition of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

"Let’s chat up to here for today, and now, let’s welcome Director Su with a round of applause, who will explain the theoretical knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine to everyone!" Saying this, he led the clapping and then looked towards the direction of the door.

Upon hearing this.

Everyone spontaneously applauded, welcoming the arrival of the theory teacher with enthusiastic applause.

Amidst the resounding clapping.

A beautiful figure holding a book appeared before everyone’s eyes, walking elegantly to the lectern and shaking hands with Wang Hong.

And at the very moment Chen Nan saw her, a chilling feeling suddenly surged to his heart: "How could it be her?"