National Treasure Level Scholar

CHAPTER 14

    I'm sorry, in her eyes, appearance is not justice, but history is!

    Hearing this, Hou Yuanhua was a little surprised. Originally, he thought that she would be so excited to defend the history major, so she should be a history major, or at least a humanities college.

    But I didn't expect that it was really just out of love for the history class.

    This kind of simple and strong liking is really rare in today's society where "hard to find high-paying jobs = garbage majors" cannot be found.

    Hou Yuanhua's heart softened, and the look in her eyes became more cordial: "Then you have to work hard, study hard, and you must come to our college to study next year."

    "Yes!" Ming Xia nodded heavily.

    Although Ming's father and Ming's mother knew that Ming Xia's current goal was to major in history at Jinghua University, but in fact, they had no hope of enrolling at all, and even thought that Ming Xia's admission to the undergraduate course was already very good.

    This time when they came to visit Jinghua University, they fully activated the tourist mode, taking pictures all the way, walking half way, only to find that Ming Xia didn't follow, and hurried back the same way.

    Ming Xia introduced Ming father, Ming mother and Hou Yuanhua to each other.

    "What a coincidence! You are actually the dean of the School of Humanities!" Father Ming strode forward, shook hands with Hou Yuanhua, and said in an excited and admiring tone, "Our Xiaxia likes history the most. Girls go shopping on Taobao , being attracted by beautiful clothes, she couldn’t go out when she was shopping on Taobao, and she wanted to buy all kinds of history books, and the shopping cart was full.”

    “Hahahahahaha, it’s good to like history.” Hou Yuanhua smiled heartily, “We Jinghua University's history major is the best in the country, in the future, Ming Xia must come to our school to study."

    Ming Xia nodded like a chicken pecking at the side.

    Out of the corner of Hou Yuanhua's eyes, he caught a glimpse of her action, and almost stopped his presidency, and laughed outright.

    I used to see that there are research madmen in other science majors. Although there are many people who focus on studying history, I have never seen her like history so much that she looks like a star.

    This little girl is so cute.

    "Mingxia, do you have WeChat?" Suddenly, Hou Yuanhua asked.

    Ming Xia subconsciously nodded, and before she could react, Ming's mother beside her couldn't help it anymore, and directly elbowed her: "Hurry up and add WeChat with the teacher, if there are any historical issues that you don't understand in the future, It’s also convenient to ask the teacher.”

    Ming Xia finally realized, quickly took out her mobile phone, and added WeChat with Hou Yuanhua.

    As the dean of the Humanities College of Jinghua University, there are not many people who want to meet Hou Yuanhua, let alone add WeChat.

    In fact, Hou Yuanhua was softened by Ming Xia's extraordinary love for history, so he offered to add WeChat. decline.

    Hearing Ming's mother's words, Hou Yuanhua said very bluntly: "I'm very busy at work, and I don't have much time to read WeChat. If you have any questions, it's best to ask your current history teacher or check online. I add you because I plan to add you if you succeed next year. You have been admitted to the history major of Jinghua University, and I will give you a small gift to make sure you like it."

    For Ming Xia, Hou Yuanhua, a person of this level, is lucky just to meet him by chance, and it is even more surprising to be able to impress him , Finally adding WeChat is a miracle.

    In this regard, she was very self-aware. Hearing this, she nodded repeatedly, expressing that she would not disturb the teacher at will.

    Hou Yuanhua nodded with satisfaction.

    After returning home from Jinghua University, for the next whole week, Ming Xia was immersed in the joy of getting to know a big man in history, and she seemed to have a lot of blood in her studies.

    Although she worked very hard before, she was obviously biased towards history, but now, she works equally hard in every subject.

    The 5v1 stalemate among the teachers in class 9 of senior high school was finally broken. Wu Weiping finally stopped being targeted by other teachers and entered the stage of friendship and harmony, but he always felt a sense of loss. Fortunately, Ming Xia's seriousness in the history class remained unchanged, so he was relieved and relieved.

    Ming Xia was obsessed with studying and didn't notice this little change. Wang Fei, who went to the office with her to report to the office every night between classes, discovered it and ran over to share it with her.

    "Sister Ming, do you know what it's called?" Wang Fei raised his eyebrows meanly while lying on the edge of Ming Xia's desk.

    "What's your name?" Ming Xia asked casually, with her head lowered, as she was reading the full-score essays for the Chinese college entrance examination over the years.

    Wang Fei: "All the rain and dew, the harem is peaceful."

Ming Xia refused: "No, the other courses are just a shield. My true love is history."