Rebirth of the Firstborn Daughter: Life is like a Dream

In addition to learning needlework, the arts department also offers cooking techniques and 100% handmade work.

Wei Bingyan didn't choose this technical job because she had a strong interest in it. It just happened that she was good at needlework. If she chose arts, she might be able to save a lot of time.

Even the test should be passed easily.

Chu Xuying seemed to have not expected that Wei Bingyan would choose arts. Although there is nothing wrong with arts, but when it comes to passionate performances in public, if one can play a good piano, recite a good poem, or write beautiful calligraphy, the reputation one can gain is always better than being able to embroider a handkerchief.

Moreover, no one was asked to embroider in front of a crowd, so many people chose music and calligraphy first, and only considered arts at the end.

No one would take needlework and cooking skills as the first and most important daily subject to learn.

Wei Bingyan was one of the few exceptions. There were other students in the arts classroom, but she had already studied in the music, calligraphy and etiquette departments for some time.

Xie Shujing, who was taking formal classes in the Department of Etiquette, heard from others that Wei Bingyan chose to go to the Department of Arts. She thought that Chu Xueying had used some insidious tricks in the analysis process, so she deliberately came to pull Wei Bingyan and said, "Bingyan, you are so smart, you should go to the Department of Music or the Department of Literature first. The Department of Arts is just about learning technical skills. Even if you don't learn it well, no one will say anything."

Chu Xueying also said this, and Wei Bingyan just smiled.

"Chu Xueying must not want you to steal her momentum, so she lied to you and put you in the Arts Department. Bingyan, tell the teacher that you still want to go to the Music Department first, and then learn needlework later." Xie Shujing looked indignant, feeling that Wei Bingyan had been deceived by Chu Xueying.

"It doesn't matter if I study arts first and then learn other things. Miss Chu didn't deliberately guide me. It was my own choice." Wei Bingyan said lightly.

Xie Shujing reminded Wei Bingyan for a long time, but she still turned a deaf ear to her, so she had to let go and return to her own classroom.

Wei Bingyan returned to her seat and looked at the classroom with only a few people in it. She felt that this was good. At least it was quiet enough.

Today they are learning needlework, and the teacher is a female teacher who is about 30 years old. Her surname is Ran, and everyone calls her Ms. Ran.

The so-called "middle-aged woman is still graceful and elegant" basically describes people like Mr. Ran.

She is clearly past her bright and attractive youth, and clearly not born with the appearance that would bring disaster to the country and the people, but her demeanor, words and deeds are endlessly memorable.

She had flowing hair, tied up simply in a high bun and secured with an ordinary silver hairpin, with two buns arranged patiently and meticulously, and a clean and refreshing forehead.

The skin is smooth and radiant, the thin eyebrows are like phoenix eyes that always have a smile, and the soft and rosy lips are frivolous.

She wore a skin-friendly midi gown with wide sleeves made of milky cloud gauze, and an exquisite skirt with peony flowers that trailed on the ground. The egg yolk-colored peony flowers bloomed on the hem of the skirt, which was very bright and charming.

Even though Wei Bingyan had experienced two lifetimes, she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw such a prominent man. This... he really didn't look like a role model.

As expected, there are all kinds of talented people in the women's college.

Mr. Ran walked slowly into the classroom. The floor of the classroom was paved with the finest pine wood, so no footsteps could be heard. Other students in the classroom had seen Mr. Ran before, so they were used to his expression.

"Are you here for the first time today?" Mr. Ran suddenly stopped and stopped beside Wei Bingyan, looking down at her with a smile.

Wei Bingyan raised her body and saluted respectfully, "My student greets Mr. Ran."

"Well, not bad. As expected, you have excellent vision and a bright future. I like it." Mr. Ran pinched Wei Bingyan's soft face a few times and nodded with great satisfaction. This is the first student who chose to study arts right after entering the college. Could it be that he has the same good vision as himself?

Wei Bingyan's spine stiffened. She didn't know how to react to the gentleman who was a little too enthusiastic. It sounded like he was praising her, but it felt like... he was more like praising herself.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Wei Bingyan hung her head and spoke blankly.

Mr. Ran nodded with a smile and walked towards the solemn podium.

"After taking a break for such a long time, I hope everyone has not forgotten the needlework skills they learned before. Today, you can embroider a handkerchief and hand it in. You can embroider anything you like." Mr. Ran sat down on the recliner behind the desk. He did not lecture, but still arranged the daily homework.

On the other side of the classroom, there are a lot of bamboo racks and needlework, all of which are ready-made materials.

They had basically become accustomed to Mr. Ran's teaching style. Other students had already stood up and left their seats to select materials.

Wei Bingyan secretly admired it, and went to select a piece of silver cloth and various balls of thread, then returned to her comfortable seat.

"Mr. Ran is just so strange, you just have to get used to it." The girl sitting directly in front of Wei Bingyan suddenly turned around and said softly. The girl had a very elegant and cute face with a friendly smile on her face, "Although it's strange, Mr. Ran is extremely powerful, you will know later."

"Is Mr. Ran a local?" Wei Bingyan asked curiously.

"You don't know? Mr. Ran is from the capital, and I heard from others that he has a very important background. But we don't know what the current situation is." The girl replied softly.

Wei Bingyan was stunned for a moment. Mr. Ran was from Beijing?

How come she has never heard of such a famous person in the capital?

Even in her previous life, she had never heard of it.

With Mr. Ran's demeanor, he would definitely attract attention even in the capital, but she had never heard of him...

"By the way, you don't seem to be from Jinyun. My name is Yang Tang, what's your name?" Yang Tang tilted her head and looked at Wei Bingyan. She had lived in Jinyun for so long, but had never seen Wei Bingyan before, so she was curious.

"Wei Bingyan, we just moved to Jinyun recently." Wei Bingyan said with a smile.

Yang Tang suddenly realized, "So you are Wei Bingyan, I've heard of you, oh, you are very beautiful, no wonder everyone likes to be with you."

Wei Bingyan had never met Yang Tang, and guessed that she was probably not from Jinyun City. Just listening to her words, she felt embarrassed, "Miss Yang, being pretty is what makes people like you, it's really not just about beauty..."

"Ah, haha, that's not what I meant. I mean, you are really good-looking." Yang Tang forced a smile on his face.

"Thank you so much!" Wei Bingyan said with a smile. She felt that Yang Tang was a good person, at least better than Chu Xueying and Xie Shujing. He made her feel that he was a very sincere person.

Yang Tang waved the embroidery needle in her hand and said, "Do your daily homework immediately. If you cannot complete it, Mr. Ran will definitely punish you severely."

Just when she was about to ask what kind of severe punishment there would be, Yang Tang had already turned his head away. Wei Bingyan had no choice but to stop and bent down to show a blooming Ceylon rosa on the handkerchief.

When the get out of class was over, Mr. Ran appeared in the classroom again and asked the students to hand in their daily homework. Then he let everyone go back.

Wei Bingyan breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly had an intuitive feeling that life in college might not be boring. However, this sense of novelty was still far from ending in the afternoon. She was even more excited about learning the magical acupuncture points.