"Military training uniform?"
Tang Ming blinked, walked to the desk, picked up a set of clothes, and couldn’t help but laugh, "The quality is really bad, isn’t it?"
"It’s just for military training. What do you expect? You’re going to throw it away after seven days anyway."
Other student pursed their lips impatiently, "There are only three sizes: large, dium, and small. I got you a dium. See if it fits."
"Sigh, going to university is even more troubleso than high school."
Tang Ming sighed, tossed the military training clothes, hat, and shoes onto the bed, "I rember I went to the report with you guys. How did I end up back first?"
"You have the nerve to say that. Do you know you offended the counselor?"
Seeing Tang Ming with a face full of confusion, "The counselor has already spoken; you need to go to the office right away to see him."
"Why?"
Tang Ming was puzzled.
"Did you forget what happened before?"
Hua Yingjie looked at Tang Ming curiously and then recounted Tang Ming’s incident of falling asleep during class.
"That does sound like sothing I’d do."
After hearing the story, Tang Ming rubbed his chin. Given how sleepy he can be, there’s no telling what he might have done.
"You should quickly go apologize to the counselor. Otherwise, if he makes trouble for you later on, you’ll have a tough ti."
Hua Yingjie seriously advised.
"What’s he gonna do, hit ?"
Tang Ming couldn’t care less, waving it off.
"He won’t hit you, but he can tell your teachers to fail you, or prevent you from signing up for benefits like scholarships or party applications."
Hua Yingjie gave Tang Ming a aningful look, solemnly reminding him.
"That can’t be. I’m such a good student, who can fail ?"
Tang Ming frowned slightly. Zhou Xiong wanted him to perform well and strive for an exchange opportunity. If the counselor really held a grudge, it would indeed be troubleso.
"You don’t get it; university is different from high school. Grades are split into final exam scores and continuous assessnt. Finals account for sixty percent, continuous forty. Even if you score full marks on the finals, that only gets you sixty percent. A single point deduction by the teacher, plus losing continuous assessnt marks, you think you can pass?"
Other student looked at Tang Ming with a grin, "The counselors know the instructors well. A word can fail you."
"What a hassle. I guess I have to go apologize."
Tang Ming pouted, feeling annoyed. After getting dressed, he headed out, "Where’s the counselor’s office?"
"In the dical College counselor’s office, obviously. You go yourself; we’ll go grab seats at the cafeteria."
Other student replied without lifting their head.
"Got it."
Tang Ming waved his hand and left the dormitory.
"Old ng, the dical College has three counselors for new students but also others for upperclassn. Are you sure he can find Zhang Mingli’s office?"
After Tang Ming left, Hua Yingjie looked at Other student worriedly.
"He just has to ask soone where Zhang Mingli’s office is."
Other student smiled indifferently.
"What if he doesn’t even know the counselor’s na?"
Hua Yingjie snickered.
"Damn. That guy doesn’t even rember what he’s done; how could he know it’s Zhang Mingli?"
Other student’s face changed, and they quickly ran out, only to find that Tang Ming had vanished.
Tang Ming arrived at the dical College building, looked at the grand edifice, feeling torn, "What floor is the counselor’s office on?"
After hesitating at the entrance for a while, he stopped a male student carrying books, "Hey, can you tell what floor the counselor’s office is on?"
"The administrative building of the dical College is on the fourth floor, and so is the counselor’s office."
The student replied with a smile.
"Thanks."
Tang Ming thanked him gratefully and headed for the fourth floor.
As soon as he arrived on the fourth floor, he saw an office sign with the word ’Counselor’ written on it, the nearest one to him.
"Heh, that was easy to find."
Tang Ming grinned and knocked on the door.
"Co in."
A lodious voice sounded.
Entering the office, Tang Ming saw a woman in a small suit sorting through a pile of docunts at the desk.
"Ahem, sorry, teacher, I’m here to apologize."
Tang Ming walked to the desk, sincerely apologizing.
"Tang Ming?"
The woman, busy at work, suddenly looked up, staring at Tang Ming in disbelief, "Why are you here?"
"Whoa, Ms. Li, is it you?"
Tang Ming’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the counselor, who turned out to be his English teacher Li Wenxuan.
They stared at each other wide-eyed for quite a while.
"You’re the counselor for dical College freshn?"
After a mont, Tang Ming hesitated to ask Li Wenxuan.
"Yeah. You got into Imperial University, and you’re a dical College student?"
Li Wenxuan looked at Tang Ming with surprise and confusion, carefully observing him. It was quite the coincidence.
"Yeah! I’m a new dical College student, and you’re my counselor?"
Tang Ming stared disbelievingly at Li Wenxuan. The coincidence was too uncanny. Plus, wasn’t Li Wenxuan supposed to be taking graduate exams, how did she end up at Imperial University?
And how did a foreign language major beco a dical College counselor?
"This is interesting, really interesting."
Li Wenxuan looked at Tang Ming with a complex expression, "I never thought you’d escape my grasp after entering university, and still be under my managent."
"Haha, awkward."
Tang Ming chuckled, looking at Li Wenxuan with playful annoyance, "Since we’re acquaintances, you should know I didn’t an to offend you. Is there any need to summon for a lecture?"
"What do you an? I didn’t call you over."
Li Wenxuan frowned slightly, looking at Tang Ming puzzled, "Did you want to see for sothing?"
"Aren’t you the freshman counselor? The counselor told to co to the office because I fell asleep in class."
Tang Ming looked at Li Wenxuan uncertainly.
"Oh my! That sleeping student at the freshman assembly was you?"
Li Wenxuan looked at Tang Ming with surprise, then burst into laughter, "Makes sense; only you would pull sothing like that. I wondered who had the guts to offend the counselor on the first day of school."
"Is it that funny?"
Tang Ming looked at Li Wenxuan, speechless.
"It’s just hilarious."
Li Wenxuan waved, trying not to laugh, "You’re in Class One, but I’m the counselor for Classes 4, 5, and 6, so your counselor isn’t but Zhang Mingli in the next office."
"There’s such a distinction?"
Tang Ming was slightly stunned, realizing he had found the wrong person.
"Your habit of sleeping in class needs to change. I don’t bla you for not rembering the counselor’s na, but at least get the gender right,"
Li Wenxuan looked at Tang Ming helplessly. As his forr English teacher, she knew how troubleso his sleeping habits were.
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