"Handsome guy, are you from our class?"

Jun Shilang didn't care about them, but just read Murong Bailu's book.

The notes are filled with dense notes.

Moreover, some even have their own unique insights.

It's a good seedling!

"Have you ever had a teacher in this class before?"

Jun Shilang was a little strange. Didn’t Su Wenyuan say that the teacher has not been found in this course yet?

Murong Bailu shook her head, "I wrote it all by myself. I have been following my grandfather since I was a child and have been studying traditional Chinese medicine."

"I see."

"I heard that the school wants to find a teacher for us, but I don't know what happened."

Jun Shilang smiled confidently, "It must be very good."

"Um?"

Murong Bailu tilted her head, and three question marks floated across her forehead.

Just so happened that the class ringtone rang.

Jun Shilang stood up, walked to the podium, and spoke slowly, "My name is Jun Shilang."

Then he turned around and wrote his name on it with chalk.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the simplified Chinese official script is vigorous and powerful, with a sharp edge.

"In the future, I will teach the course "Basic Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine".

The whole audience was silent!

Murong Bailu looked at him blankly, her cherry mouth slightly opened.
Chapter completed!