Shen Guoxiong is chatting with old TCM masters from other schools.

The old master of traditional Chinese medicine joked with a smile, "Lao Shen, did you reserve a seat for us?"

"Yes, we've already come. If we don't have a seat reserved for us, we won't agree!"

Shen Guoxiong rolled his eyes directly at them and said, "you have all said that, of course, I have left it for you. How dare I not leave it for you?"

These old guys, even if they don't leave them, they will certainly have the cheek to stay, but they will blame him in their heart.

Since that is the case, he is also happy to be a good friend.

"Ha ha ha, Lao Shen, you are really on the road!"

"Yes, this is a rare opportunity for thousands of years. If you don't leave us a seat, you won't think about my good tea in the future!"

"Ha ha ha..."

The old masters of traditional Chinese medicine all laughed happily.

Just at this time, Qiao Huan came to the lounge.

"Dean!" Qiao Huan called Shen Guoxiong worried.

Seeing Qiao Huan coming, Shen Guoxiong was surprised and puzzled. "What's the matter?"

Qiao Huan said anxiously, "Dean, there are many students gathered outside the auditorium now! Come to listen to muyue's lecture

Hearing Qiao Huan's words, those old Chinese medicine doctors all laughed.

"Ha ha ha, it seems that there are many people who want to listen to muyue's lecture."

"Yes, I didn't expect that there would be so many people willing to listen to muyue's lectures!"

"It seems that moyue's reputation is still very big, attracting so many students to listen to him!"

Even these old TCM doctors came to listen to Mu Yue's lectures, not to mention the students. When they heard the news, they naturally came.

When Shen Guoxiong heard them, he only felt that he had face. Who let Mu Yue be a student of his school now!

"It's OK. Didn't I ask you to give them the rest of the seats?" Shen Guoxiong still doesn't care about waving his hand and says to Qiao Huan.

But Qiao Huan laughed bitterly again and said, "Dean Shen, those are not enough!"

"Well? How could it not be enough? " Shen Guoxiong listened and frowned at Qiao Huan.

Although Qiao Huan is proud, but at this moment is depressed, "because a lot of other majors come, and even some other schools around the students also come to listen!"

When Shen Guoxiong heard Qiao Huan's explanation, he suddenly felt as if he had been strangled and staring at her.

He did not expect that moyue's lecture would cause such a sensation.

"How many people?" Shen Guoxiong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked Qiao Huan in surprise.

Qiao Huan thought about it and said, "there are at least one or two hundred people! I can see that there are still a lot of people coming on the road. This number is the most conservative. Moreover, it's not time yet. It's estimated that there will be more than 500 or 600 people by then! Now the rest of the seats have been occupied by those who came earlier, and those who come now have no seats. Even if they are put in, it is impossible to squeeze them in! "

At the end, Qiao Huan's face was sweating.

"This..." Shen Guoxiong heard Qiao Huan's words and didn't know what to say.

The other TCM masters also looked at each other and drew their lips.

They did not expect that moyue's lecture would cause such a sensation and attract so many students.

Is this to break the record of students' lectures?