Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me Chapter 259: Boiling!

"*cough* *cough*."

Wang Ye coughed twice and started speaking to Zhong Ling, "That, um, the way of showing thanks, I don't dislike it or anything... it's just that it feels a bit inappropriate. Let's use another thod in the future."

For so reason.

When Zhong Ling heard those words from Wang Ye.

She suddenly felt a sense of loss.

But Zhong Ling still snorted, putting on a proudly aloof front as she said to Wang Ye, "Even if you liked it, I'm not going to use that way to thank you ever again."

Perhaps she felt that lingering on this topic was sowhat embarrassing and that if it continued, she might lose her composure.

So, Zhong Ling quickly changed the subject and asked Wang Ye, "What are you here for this ti?"

"It's like this."

Wang Ye began, "The Swan City College of Social Administration recently opened a new College of Traditional Chinese dicine, and they invited to be the honorary dean."

"Now, although the College of Traditional Chinese dicine doesn't have students yet, the site is ready."

"They called over this ti to attend the unveiling ceremony of the college, and to hold a Traditional Chinese dicine lecture there."

"I want to bring you, along with Zhao Tu, Li Shuishui, and God of Fortune Tang with ."

"Is that so," Zhong Ling considered for a mont and said to Wang Ye, "Since that's the case, I've either been learning from you or conducting my own research recently."

"And I am a bit tired."

"So, I will join you and make the trip."

...

The next day.

Wang Ye parked the Spyker C8 in front of the entrance to the Swan City College of Social Administration.

Wang Ye, Zhong Ling, Zhao Tu, Li Shuishui, and God of Fortune Tang, all five of them, got out of the car.

So leaders of the Swan City College of Social Administration were already waiting there.

Upon seeing Wang Ye, they ca over to him.

The one who ca to receive Wang Ye was not the college president, Liu Dongke,

but another dean of the College of Traditional Chinese dicine, Jiu Xinghong.

Jiu Xinghong approached Wang Ye with a plump figure and an inexplicably jolly air. After coming to Wang Ye, he complinted, "Master Wang, I am the vice dean of the College of Traditional Chinese dicine, Jiu Xinghong."

"In our future work, I hope we can support each other and build the College of Traditional Chinese dicine together."

Although Wang Ye was the honorary dean, he wasn't expected to involve himself too much with the affairs of the College of Traditional Chinese dicine.

But at this mont, Jiu Xinghong was still speaking like this.

Just from this alone, one could tell that Jiu Xinghong was quite emotionally intelligent.

They walked along the college paths.

Looking at the environnt of the college,

Swan City College of Social Administration, in fact, was a junior college, and compared to a university, whether in terms of educational facilities or architectural aspects, it was sowhat lacking.

However, looking at the environnt inside the college, Wang Ye still felt sothing indescribable in his heart.

He lanted, "Sotis, I really regret not having gone to college and not experienced campus life."

From a young age, Wang Ye was taken to the mountain by Wang Yifeng, and he truly grew up on the mountain.

He had never been to school.

So, seeing the campus made Wang Ye actually feel like he wanted to attend college and experience campus life for once.

Jiu Xinghong, who was by his side, heard what Wang Ye said and was just about to console him.

When he heard Wang Ye continue, "What I didn't expect was that my first campus life experience wouldn't be as a student, but directly as a dean instead."

"..."

Jiu Xinghong, upon hearing Wang Ye's words, instantly fell silent.

For a mont.

He didn't know whether Wang Ye's remarks were sarcastic or truly reflective.

Then.

Wang Ye and the other four, led by Jiu Xinghong, went to the college auditorium to attend a Traditional Chinese dicine conference first.

After that, they would proceed to the unveiling ceremony.

Arriving at the backstage of the auditorium.

The students had already been assembled.

But today was the day of the high school entrance exams, and the students, who could have used the occasion to skip class and rest, were called here under the burning sun instead.

Naturally, the students complained.

"It's too hot, and the school still makes us co here for a lecture? Damn, it's so annoying!"

"The school is shabby enough, and yet it's so fussy. On such a hot day, wouldn't it be nicer to stay in the dorm with the air conditioning? And yet we have to co and listen to a lecture on Traditional Chinese dicine."

"Exactly, it's cutting into my gaming ti!"

Because the students' voices were so loud, Wang Ye, even though he was backstage at the auditorium, could still hear clearly the voices of the students outside.

Jiu Xinghong, his gaze on Wang Ye, spoke sowhat embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, Master Wang, these are just a bunch of kids who don't understand yet."

"It's no problem."

Wang Ye, listening to Jiu Xinghong, shook his head and didn't take the matter to heart.

After Jiu Xinghong had sorted out the order, the Traditional Chinese dicine lecture officially began.

And the students below, as the lecture officially began, went from speaking loudly to whispering softly.

The host at the front did an introduction to Traditional Chinese dicine and then addressed the students below, "Next, we'll have our Traditional Chinese dicine physician keynote speaker to share so knowledge about Traditional Chinese dicine with everyone."

The host finished speaking.

Wang Ye began walking towards the stage.

As Wang Ye walked towards the stage, he could still hear the whispers of the students below.

"Why do I always feel, when the host just spoke, like I'm back watching those local TV comrcials."

"I have that feeling too, I can even co up with a few of the phrases now, 'No more back pain, no more leg pain, even climbing several floors without getting tired.'

"It's just like that!"

"I also wonder what they're going to pitch to us in this lecture."

Wang Ye listened to these murmuring voices, sowhat helpless.

Nowadays.

Traditional Chinese dicine, in these students' eyes, had beco synonymous with deceitful advertising.

The mont they heard Traditional Chinese dicine, even if it was a lecture on the subject, they felt as though they were being subjected to advertising...

Thinking this, Wang Ye had already reached the stage.

He cast his gaze on the students below.

Bowing to the students below, he began, "Hello everyone, I'm your keynote speaker for today, and also the upcoming honorary dean of the College of Traditional Chinese dicine."

"My na is Wang Ye."

The students below, upon seeing Wang Ye, felt he looked sowhat familiar.

At that mont.

Upon hearing the na "Wang Ye," the crowd below erupted into excitent!