"My name is Zhou Cailiang, and I come from Chengdu. In my spare time, I like to listen to music, paint, practice calligraphy, and play badminton. I especially like the works of Monet and the slender gold script of Emperor Huizong of Song, but my badminton skills are very poor."

"I have seen Tsinghua University in my dreams countless times, and now my dream has finally come true. I have become a part of Tsinghua University."

"And now, I stand on this platform, meeting you all amidst the vast sea of ​​people. This is a precious connection."

"I hope to be friends with everyone, not just classmates in the literal sense. In Tsinghua, a sacred place with infinite possibilities, I want to cultivate together with everyone, reap the rewards together, and eventually bear brilliant fruit."

"Thanks."

The first boy to go up made a good impression. He was wearing a gray T-shirt, had an outgoing personality, and his medium-length hair gave him the artistic temperament of a male lead in a current idol drama. However, his eyes were a little small, which ruined the overall impression.

Jiang Xia couldn't help but take a few more glances. There was no way around it; Qingmei was unlike other colleges, where the number of students was often in the dozens, and it was common for a department to have hundreds or even thousands.

There are only ten people in this class, and I'm not familiar with eight of them. I can remember most of them after the introductions are over.

Moreover, since he's moving the company to Beijing and expanding the studio, he'll need to hire more people. So why not target his classmates instead?

Being able to get into Tsinghua University's Academy of Fine Arts means you must have good drawing skills. If you familiarize yourself with it for a few days like Wang Ming, you can probably create a Tom and Jerry animation. If you also study animation-related professional courses, you can definitely fill in for Jiang Xia when he starts other types of animation in the future.

The following personal introductions are pretty much the same: name, hometown, hobbies, and goal of studying hard and living up to expectations.

Everyone approached the class with humility, after all, the students were all elites who had broken through the fierce competition of the college entrance examination. No one was weaker than anyone else. On the contrary, they might be outshone by all sorts of geniuses in various classes.

Only one young man from Shanghai displayed an arrogant and self-important attitude as soon as he stepped onto the stage.

"Hey everyone, my name is Song Qingshu, not Song Qingshu from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, but Shu from the tree. I'm from Shanghai. I've loved animation since I was a child, and I'm currently writing my own short story. I want to study abroad in the future and start a company like Disney."

"You're really putting on an act."

The chubby guy behind Jiang Xia muttered something under his breath. Hearing this, Jiang Xia almost burst out laughing. It seems that not everyone who gets into Tsinghua University is a smart, normal person.

Of course, that's not entirely true. Perhaps many people in the room share the same thoughts as him; he was just expressing his feelings.

After all, it's quite common for Tsinghua students to go abroad, especially in this era of rampant public intellectuals.

Next, it was Su Qing's turn. He first looked at Jiang Xia, and then slowly walked onto the podium with measured steps.

He first bowed to his mentor, then to his classmates, and then turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard.

Su Qing's chalk handwriting was excellent, clearly the result of practice. Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall with handsome, sunny features, he immediately attracted the attention of all the girls.

"My name is Su Qing, and I love animation."

He looked at the other students and said slowly, "Just as Teacher Zeng said, Qingmei is like a honey pot. How much honey we can get in the end depends on our abilities."

"My dream is to strive to become an animation producer, to contribute my humble efforts to the animation industry in our country."

"Thank you everyone." (Reading)

Zeng Yixing listened attentively and nodded frequently. There aren't many students these days with such awareness. In his years as a mentor, he has seen too many sophisticated egoists.

Many people use Tsinghua University as a stepping stone, and after going abroad, they never return, causing Tsinghua's reputation to plummet.

Jiang Xia chuckled as he watched Su Qing walk down from the podium. He had already decided that he would recruit Su Qing into his studio no matter what. So what if he was an animation producer? He would use his own hands to help others achieve their dreams.

"What Su Ma said is right."

Su Qing patted Jiang Xia's shoulder helplessly: "It's your turn."

Jiang Xia smiled slightly and strolled onto the podium.

"Hello Teacher Zeng, hello classmates, my name is Jiang Xia, and I am someone who is willing to dedicate my heart to the animation industry."

Bai Yansong said, "You should do what's appropriate for each stage of life," and university is precisely the time in our lives when learning is most suitable.

"Therefore, I only want to do three things when I come to Tsing Mei University: study, study, and study some more."

"First, learn professional knowledge; second, learn ideological understanding; third, learn practical application."

"Once I have completed my studies, I want to do something meaningful for this country and for this society."

"Thanks."

Jiangxia bowed to everyone in gratitude.

His initial plan was to simply announce his identity as the creator of Tom and Jerry in a high-profile manner, since at Tsinghua University, the more outstanding a person is, the greater the resources they can receive.

It's even possible that teachers could directly help set up the startup base.

But after careful consideration, he decided against it.

Making a big fuss about it is unnecessary and will only cause trouble. If you really need to use school resources for free, it's better to tell the teacher privately.

After listening to everyone's self-introductions, Zeng Yixing smiled and clapped his hands. This year's students are all pretty good. They are thoughtful, ambitious, and hardworking. It's just that a few students are visibly biased, but there are also students with a strong sense of national pride.

"Okay, everyone should know each other pretty well now. Let's move on to the second item. Who wants to be the class monitor? Our class is small, so one class monitor is enough. They'll be responsible for handling all the big and small matters in the class. Anyone want to volunteer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu raised his hand without hesitation, while the others remained silent.

Being a class monitor in college is definitely a thankless job. There are so many trivial matters to deal with all day long. The only advantage is that you can get closer to the counselor, but what's the point?

Jiang Xia glanced at Su Qing: "Su Ma, won't you take the job? I will definitely support you wholeheartedly."

"I'm tired of this job, it's boring, I want to take a break," Su Qing said.

"It's really boring."

Zeng Yixing looked at everyone and said, "Since no one objects, then Song Qingshu will be the class monitor. Welcome."

Applause erupted from the audience.

Song Qingshu was like a gentle spring breeze.

"Now we will proceed to the third item."

"From August 28th, which is the day after tomorrow until September 20th, is the time for freshmen's military training. Class leaders, please go to the Student Community Management and Service Center of Zijing Apartment tomorrow to pick up your military training uniforms and textbooks, and then distribute them to everyone."