Yan Yixuan and the others looked forward with Jiang Ranran's gaze, and sure enough, they saw a "little white face" with dyed yellow hair. A few girls next to him were looking at him from time to time, their eyes were peachy. If you don't pay attention, you really don't know that a girl is looking at him.

"People who dye their hair are so annoying!" Zhang Shao gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey! Is it good for people to dye their hair? ”。 Jiang Ranran pursed her rosy lips and winked at Zhang Shao dissatisfiedly.

'I don't mean you'. Zhang Shao said impatiently.

"Alas, don't make any noise," Yan Yixuan greeted the two of them. "Did you hear anything? The goddess seems to be coming."

As soon as Yan Yixuan's words fell, Li Weiming walked onto the podium like a host. An expression of "excitement". "Students, let us welcome our first beauty in the guitar profession and our goddess - Wang Xier with warm applause."

As soon as Li Weiming finished speaking, thunderous applause rang out instantly, most of the applause were boys, and most of the girls were disdainful or irrelevant, and they didn't even want to move. Among the boys, Zhang Shao especially drummed the loudest, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him.

'Wow! An exclamation followed. The boys suddenly stood up in unison and stared straight at the door. The emoji is like a two-color ball draw. I saw a girl who was more than 1.7 meters tall walking in slowly, she looked beautiful. She wears a white dress and canvas shoes underneath. Her long hair is draped around her waist, and she smiles at the corners of her mouth, like a princess in a fairy tale. I saw the boys screaming.

"Be quiet." Li Weiming waved his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet. "Let's sit down with our goddess first."

As soon as Li Weiming finished speaking, many boys started to coax. "Sit here." "Handsome guy is here".

As if she hadn't heard it, Wang Xi'er walked to the yellow-haired boy who Zhang Shao and the others had discussed before at the end of the second row.

The yellow-haired boy's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything, and sat down in the vacant seat next to him, giving up his original position.

Wang Xi'er grabbed the white skirt with both hands, sat down gently, and "communicated" with the yellow-haired boy. I don't want to deal with Wang Xi'er at all.

"Yi Xuan, does the little white face with yellow hair have a leg with Wang Xi'er?" Zhang Shao asked secretly.

"I don't know". Yan Yixuan casually agreed. On the bright side, the relationship between the two is definitely not simple.

"You can inquire again when you have time." Yan Yixuan added.

"Why me?"

"She's your goddess!". Yan Yixuan said with a humble heart.

Eight o'clock soon arrived, and the enthusiasm for the arrival of Banhua gradually faded, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of the counselor.

The counselor is the most familiar figure for college students, because everything you do in your future college life is related to him, such as asking for leave and group day activities. All need his involvement. It can be said that a good counselor can make your college life smooth and healthy, if it is a bad counselor, hehe, then wait for the painful memories!

While everyone was whispering, the mysterious counselor finally arrived. A chorus of boos rang out, and many people put their fingers to their lips to signal quiet, lest they make a bad impression on the counselor. Yan Yixuan looked carefully. He had seen this counselor, and it was the bespectacled female teacher at the time of registration. About twenty-seven or eighteen years old, he was very pretty, dressed in a professional teacher's outfit, but the lipstick on his thick lips was too thick, and his hair was curled like a sauerkraut. The whole person looks a little old.

Yan Yixuan still understood the attitude of the female teacher when Yang Wen cut the queue in the morning, after all, few people could withstand the oppression of power.

The female teacher slowly walked up to the podium, cleared her throat, and said slowly: "First of all, welcome to the First Conservatory of Music, we also know the history of the First Conservatory of Music. You are lucky to be here. The female counselor straightened her glasses. Then he said: "I am your counselor, let me introduce myself, our name is He Yueqin." You will all be under my leadership for the next four years. Become a well-rounded artistic talent. You can also come to me if you have any questions about your life and studies. He Yueqin smiled slightly.

Yan Yixuan stabbed Zhang Shao. "Ask her if she has a class schedule?"

"Why don't you ask?" Zhang Shao was a little unhappy.

"I'm embarrassed." Yan Yixuan smiled. "You're thick-skinned."

"Forget it," Zhang Shao raised his hand helplessly. He asked, "Counselor, is there a class schedule?" ”。

'Class schedule?' He Yueqin was slightly stunned. The timetable will be printed in a few days, today is Saturday, Monday will be the class, and the timetable will be sent to you later."

"Oh". Zhang Shao nodded and put his hand down.

"Teacher". As soon as He Yueqin's words fell, Li Weiming couldn't help but jump out. "Since it's going to be distributed to everyone, let's have a person in charge, right?"

"Hmm". He Yueqin nodded. The person in charge is a must, and before the class is selected, the person in charge is the class leader of the class.

"Is there anyone who would like to be a leader? He Yueqin looked at the entire classroom and said.

"I do! Li Weiming hurriedly expressed his position.

He Yueqin's gaze swept over the whole class, and when she saw that no one expressed her position again, she said: "Then you will be responsible, and I will leave contact information here in a while."

"Students must pay attention to safety and adapt to our university life as soon as possible, and wish you all success in your future university life." He Yueqin said loudly. The whole classroom burst into applause.

"Okay, tonight's class meeting is over, if you have any questions, you can stay and come to me, if not, you can leave." He Yueqin said, and at the same time beckoned to Li Weiming and motioned for him to come over.

"Yixuan, let's go back too, maybe the rich second generation is here without a key, and is standing at the door waiting!" Zhang Shao said.

Yan Yixuan agreed, and slowly took his eyes off Wang Xi'er. It's half past eight now, and it's time to go to bed when I go back to play.

"Ranran, gone.' Yan Yixuan pulled Jiang Ranran, who was still playing with his mobile phone to fight the landlord.

"Wait for the rest of the world to finish!".

"Play with your sister! Zhang Shao snatched Jiang Ranran's mobile phone and ran out of the classroom with a smoke.

"Give it back to me". Jiang Ranran shouted loudly and hurriedly chased out, and the sound of the two beating and scolding soon came from outside the classroom.

Yan Yixuan shook his head helplessly, looked at Wang Xi'er again, and saw that she was still talking to the yellow-haired boy by herself. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Secretly comforted himself, Yan Yixuan stood up with a body of one meter eight and walked slowly outside the classroom, and when he left, he deliberately walked past Wang Xi'er, but unfortunately people didn't look at him. There were a few girls who pointed at him like nymphomaniacs, and he pretended not to see it, and hurriedly caught up with Zhang Shao and the others and returned to the dormitory.