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 dicine freshn without hesitation.
In this Comprehensive dical University, the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine is like a pearl, sealed by the passage of ti, appearing sowhat deserted compared to popular majors like clinical dicine 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 dicine, with its imdiate results and advanced dical equipnt, is highly favored by the public.
Traditional Chinese dicine, 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 na is Lin Shiyun, her hair black as ink, smoothly cascading down her back, gently swaying with her movents.
In her eyes and eyebrows, there was a gentle temperant unique to the won 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 so materials, she inadvertently looked up and caught sight of Chen Nan.
In an instant, her movents 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 deanor 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 dicine departnt? 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 na is Chen Nan."
At the ntion of the na "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 dical University, she had heard about this year’s college entrance examination situation.
Chen Nan’s na 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 Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine.
At first, Lin Shiyun wondered if this fellow nad 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 dicine.
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 handso appearance, a tall stature, and an outstanding deanor, 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, welco to the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine! Having a top student like you join us really brings glory to our departnt!"
Chen Nan blushed slightly, smiling sowhat sheepishly as he gently shook Lin Shiyun’s hand, replying: "Senior sister, I’ve had a deep interest in Traditional Chinese dicine since I was young and have always dread of making a mark in this field."
Lin Shiyun nodded vigorously, her eyes full of encouragent: "Traditional Chinese dicine is both extensive and profound, with endless potential. I believe with your capabilities, you will surely shine in our departnt."
With Lin Shiyun’s enthusiastic help, Chen Nan completed the enrollnt 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 environnt.
Along the way, she detailed each building and facility in the school, from the quaint and elegant library, to the modern experintal building, to the lively gymnasium, explaining every place ticulously.
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 ticulously grood, 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 na 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 ti, be my girlfriend!"
This sudden confession threw Lin Shiyun into disarray, her face quickly showing signs of panic and embarrassnt.
It happened to be the new student enrollnt, 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 t 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 mont.
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 soone 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
a straight answer."
Lin Shiyun took a deep breath, mustering her courage, "Zhao Shun, I appreciate your feelings for , 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 soone Zhao Shun fancies that he hasn’t gotten."
Chen Nan’s lips slightly curved, his smile sowhat mocking, "Brother, a twisted lon 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 ?"
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