I have to say that Jesse's sixth sense is really accurate.

Sure enough, she guessed correctly, as soon as Tang Yi drove the BMW into the school, it attracted the attention of many classmates and parents who accompanied the registration.

When he opened the door and got out of the car, more people paid attention to him.

Among them, I will faintly hear a few words of "Wow, so handsome", "Oh my God, so temperamental", "This is also a freshman who came to sign up, I really want to go and tease, but I don't dare".

Seeing the senior sisters who were responsible for guiding and receiving new students in various majors under the parasol, most of them were looking at him whispering to his companions with bright eyes, Tang Yi was a little helpless and could only smile bitterly.

"When I was in high school, I really didn't know, I was handsome and temperamental, and I would have some unnecessary troubles when I got to school. ”

"However, this is a true portrayal of college life, and the seniors are so enthusiastic and direct. ”

Tang Yi took the admission notice and related registration materials in his heart, swept around, and then walked straight to one of the freshman consultation reception desks.

"Hurry up, the male theologian has walked towards us, do you think he will also be from our Chinese department?"

A girl with a short hair with a round face excitedly stabbed the girl next to her under the table and whispered excitedly.

"Nymphomania, I really can't stand you, our Chinese department is originally few, and the boys are even more pitiful, do you think a rich boy like someone would choose a boring Chinese department?"

The girl next to her helped the pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose with lenses similar to the bottom of a beer bottle, looked up at Tang Yi who was walking over, and continued to look down at the Song Dynasty essay in her hand.

"Then maybe, I heard that this year's super unpopular major in classical literature has admitted a boy, isn't it normal for us to have a few new students in the Chinese department." ”

The round-faced girl blushed, and quickly lowered her head and pretended to tidy up the things on the table.

Tang Yi walked straight over and asked politely with a bright smile: "I'm sorry, is this the reception and consultation office of the Chinese Department?"

"Yes, this is the reception and information office of the Chinese department. ”

The round-faced girl's little heart was pounding wildly, and she didn't even have the courage to raise her head and look at Tang Yi, or the girl with glasses next to her put down the essay collection in her hand and got up to answer.

"Hello senior sister, I am a freshman in the Department of Chinese Classical Literature, where is the admission registration, I didn't see it when I turned around just now." ”

"Classics?!"

The round-faced girl subconsciously exclaimed, and suddenly looked up at him in disbelief.

Not only her, but even several students from other departments in the vicinity who were in charge of reception and counseling subconsciously looked this way, as if even the air was quiet at this moment.

Tang Yi raised his eyebrows with a puzzled expression: "Yes, is there any problem?"

Is there something wrong with majoring in classics?

When he first filled in the volunteer, because his score was just a little past the undergraduate score line, and Tang Yi wanted to come to the imperial capital to go to university, when choosing a school and major, he accidentally found this unpopular major.

In his opinion, the more unpopular the major, the greater the probability of being admitted.

As for the question of whether it will be good to find a job after graduation, it was not within the scope of his original consideration.

After all, there are very few people who actually work in their major after graduating from university.

In addition, as long as you enter the university, you will also have the opportunity to change majors.

It turned out that Tang Yi's original choice was wise, and as a result, he was really admitted to the classical literature major of this little-known ordinary undergraduate college.

"No problem, Tang Yi, please come with me, and I will take you to go through the admission procedures. ”

The girl with black-framed thick-bottomed glasses helped her glasses, looked at him deeply, and then handed the essay book in her hand to the round-faced girl next to her.

"Senior sister, how do you know my name?"

Tang Yi was taken aback, since he said that he was a freshman in classical literature, he always felt that the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

"The number of people admitted to the Chinese Department this year is not much, and the number of people admitted to your classical literature major is even smaller, there are only 16 people in total, I know that your name is normal, and I still have a list of freshmen in this class. ”

The black-framed thick-bottomed glasses girl picked up the list of freshmen on the table and gestured, then accurately found Tang Yi's name and made a √ in the back.

"Let's go, I'll take you to go through the admission procedures, and you're the only one left in your major who hasn't reported it. ”

Tang Yi noticed that the senior sister in front of him was wearing black-framed thick-soled glasses, and his eyes were clear and calm from beginning to end, without the slightest shyness, excitement or peach heart like other girls.

In her eyes, he seemed to be no different from the other freshmen.

In her, Tang Yi felt a strong bookish atmosphere, which was very special, somewhat similar to the temperament of those old pedants who had been engaged in literary research all year round.

"That's hard senior sister, I don't know what to call senior sister. ”

"Li Zhi. ”

"Lychee?"

"Mu Zi Li, wandering under the garden tree, hanging the branches of the southeast branch. ”

Tang Yi: "......"

She is really worthy of being a senior sister in the Chinese department, even her name is so distinctive, and the way she introduces herself is different from others.

When Tang Yi walked away behind Li Zhi, the girls who were in charge of reception and consulting work in other departments next to him swarmed around.

"Oh my God, your Chinese department is too happy this year, there is such a junior male god with a fairy temperament among the freshmen. ”

"Doesn't it mean that boys don't like literature? ”

"Little cutie, tell me what the male theologian's name is and whether he has his phone number. ”

"Suddenly, it seems to be repeating a grade and changing departments, I don't know if it's too late now. ”

......

The round-faced girl turned the list of freshmen on the table and pressed her hands tightly, like a mother chicken protecting food.

"Go and go, you play so many boys, you are not allowed to beat our drama juniors, there are hundreds of girls in the huge Chinese department, and there are less than 20 boys, we are easy!"

"Cut, this kind of immortal junior, you Chinese department are afraid that you can't keep it if you want to." ”

"Like, I bet his name, photo, and social media account will be on the school forum tomorrow, can you believe it?"

"The person is super handsome, the clothes are super tasteful, the temperament is super good, no, no, no, I feel like I've fallen in love. ”

"Hey, hey, don't drool while thinking about my male god, okay!"

Seven or eight girls chattered and laughed together, they didn't really want to chase Tang Yi, they just played the nature of girls who like the best boys.

The round-faced girl was tempted by KFC, McDonald's, and even Pizza Hut, but in the end, she stuck to her heart with great difficulty, and did not leak Tang Yi's name and phone number for half a word.

After finally sending this group of old aunts away, she sighed and whispered to herself: "Is the unpopular major of classical literature going to rise this year, first there is a primary school girl who is like a stranger, and now there is a peerless junior brother of the son, I estimate that the most unpopular major in the school will become the hottest topic in less than three days." ”

The round-faced girl even seemed to have seen the scene of the senior sister and the junior sister disguised as passing by and passing by the classical literature classroom.

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