Could it be that I didn't do my hair properly?
With a habitual gesture, Xie Wanying touched her hair braid. To her surprise, the laughter in the classroom grew louder after her action. Her hand suddenly stiffened as if she sensed that something significant had occurred.
The classroom door creaked open, and someone walked in. The chatter and laughter in the room came to an abrupt halt. This indicated that the person entering must be the guidance officer.
The man entering was in his twenties, tall, with a stylish fringe. He wore a short-sleeve white shirt, black trousers, and his bespectacled face broke away from the stereotype of a bookworm; the slight sternness in the corners of his phoenix eyes painted the image of a trendy young scholar as if leaping out from the pages of a book, refreshing to all.
It seemed that some students recognized who the man was and whispered, "Is Instructor Ren going to be our guidance officer?"
