The Department of Physics at Jingcheng University, a place whose name alone is enough to inspire awe in countless people.

This place brings together top students from all over the country, and is truly a "genius concentration camp."

The classroom where freshmen of the Department of Physics report is located in an old red brick building. The mottled walls record the traces of time, but the brand new course schedule and the slogan "March Towards Science" on the wall herald a brand new beginning.

Lu Qingyang was dressed neatly but simply, carrying a simple canvas schoolbag, and walked into the designated classroom.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the classroom, most of them dressed simply, with blue, gray and black being the main colors, and occasionally there would be a green military uniform or shirt that was washed out.

Most of the male students have simple flat heads or side-parted hair, while most of the female students have short hair that reaches the ears or wear simple braids.

The desks and chairs are old-style wooden rows of desks and chairs, the table tops are worn smooth and even have some pits.

Some students who had just come in were chattering about something.

When Lu Qingyang appeared, only a few of them looked up and then continued to busy themselves with their own things.

I found an empty seat by the window and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, a boy in the front row, wearing thick black-framed glasses and a washed-out blue Mao suit, turned around. His face had the seriousness and a hint of shyness that were typical of intellectuals of that era.

"Hello, comrade. I'm Chen Peng, from Shanghai." He spoke with a southern accent and a very formal tone.

"Hello, Comrade Chen Peng, I'm Lu Qingyang, a native of Beijing." Lu Qingyang also used the common address at the time, with a calm tone.

"Beijing?" A girl with two short braids, bright eyes and wearing a gray Dacron shirt turned her head immediately and spoke in a clear voice with the crispness of a northern girl.

"That's great! My name is Li Wei, and I'm from the Northeast! I'll be relying on you to find my way around the city!"

Her words caused a few people around her to laugh in a friendly manner, and the atmosphere became a little more lively.

"Hello, Comrade Li Wei." Lu Qingyang smiled and nodded.

At this moment, a tall, thin, and somewhat cold-looking boy who had been quietly reading a book, sitting diagonally behind Lu Qingyang, raised his head and pushed up his equally thick glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Zhou Zhe, from Hunan Province."

He spoke briefly and to the point, then lowered his head and continued reading.

"Hello, Comrade Zhou Zhe." Lu Qingyang also nodded in greeting.

"Lu Qingyang?" Zhou Zhe suddenly raised his head, frowning slightly, as if trying hard to recall something.

"This name... I seem to have heard it somewhere before."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, but the sound was just loud enough for the few people around him to hear.

Chen Peng and Li Wei looked at Zhou Zhe curiously, and then at Lu Qingyang.

Lu Qingyang's heart was slightly moved, but his expression remained calm: "There are many people with the same name."

"Maybe..." Zhou Zhe didn't delve into it further, but his eyes lingered on Lu Qingyang for a moment longer.

Just then, a slightly abrupt voice came from the corner of the classroom, with a somewhat careless tone:

"A name is just a code. Does knowing whether it's Zhang San or Li Si help me understand the Feynman path integral?"

The person who was talking was a boy sitting on the back of a chair. He had slightly long hair and was considered to be quite unique at the time. He was wearing an old sweater with a frayed collar.

He was playing with a pencil in his hand, his eyes a little vague, as if his thoughts were in another dimension.

"Zhao Rui! You've already started!" Li Wei glared at him in anger, but her tone was familiar, and it was obvious that they had known each other on the way or when they reported in.

"This is Comrade Lu Qingyang, a new classmate. That's Zhao Rui, from... uh, he's a bit weird, I don't know where he's from, but he's actually in our class too." Li Wei introduced Lu Qingyang.

Zhao Rui just casually raised his chin in the direction of Lu Qingyang as a greeting, and then immersed himself in his own world.

Lu Qingyang didn't take it seriously. Such mavericks exist in every era.

"Alright, alright, everyone, be quiet!" A seemingly competent male student knocked on the table. "The counselor will be here soon, everyone, get ready."

Soon, a middle-aged male teacher wearing glasses walked in.

He looked around the classroom, his eyes lingering on every young and hopeful face, filled with expectation.

"Students, welcome to the Department of Physics at Jingcheng University. I am your counselor, Wang Aiguo.

You are the second batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination. You are the future pillars of the country. Being able to sit here proves that you are the best among your peers!

Physics is a fundamental discipline for exploring the mysteries of nature and the foundation of a strong nation! I hope you will cherish this hard-earned learning opportunity, study diligently, and bravely scale the pinnacle of science!

After a brief opening statement full of contemporary characteristics, the roll call was held.

When "Lu Qingyang" was called, he answered calmly, "Yes."

The counselor, Mr. Wang, looked at him for a moment, as if he had some impression of the name, but he didn't say anything.

After the roll call, the class committee members will be elected and familiar with the course schedule.

The course schedule was handed out: "Advanced Mathematics," "Mechanics," "Thermodynamics," "Basic Physics Experiments," "Politics"...

The courses are packed and substantial.

During the break, everyone started to communicate on their own.

Chen Peng immediately asked Li Wei and Zhou Zhe a physics problem, and the three of them were very engaged in the discussion.

Li Wei would exclaim from time to time, “Oh, so that’s how it is!”

Zhou Zhe doesn't talk much, but occasionally he points out the key points, showing his solid foundation.

When the bell for recess rang, the tense atmosphere relaxed a little.

Lu Qingyang sat quietly aside and opened the new "Mechanics" textbook.

At this moment, a voice with a distinct local accent sounded next to him:

"Comrade Xiao, could you please tell me about the grouping for 'Basic Physics Experiments' that Teacher Wang mentioned earlier? Are they based on individual combinations or by student ID?"

Lu Qingyang raised his head and saw a male classmate sitting at the next table.

He looked to be in his thirties, wearing a blue work suit with indelible oil stains on his cuffs.

His cheeks were thin, wrinkles were clearly visible at the corners of his eyes, and his temples were a little gray, but his eyes were unusually focused, with a calmness rarely seen in young people.

In his hand, he held a badly worn notebook with the words "Yan Qiang" written on the cover.

Lu Qingyang immediately realized that this person was one of the few "big brothers" in the class.

After the resumption of the college entrance examination, students like Yan Qiang, who were from the "old three classes" or "new three classes" and who picked up their studies again and were admitted to top universities, were not uncommon on the university campuses of the class of 1978.

"Teacher Wang didn't tell us the specific grouping method just now. I guess we have to wait for the experimental class teacher to arrange it, or decide it at the next class meeting." Lu Qingyang put down the book and answered seriously.

I noticed that there was a fountain pen in the upper left pocket of Zhang Jianjun's work clothes. The pen cap was polished to a shine, and it was obviously my favorite.

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Comrade 께."

Yan Qiang nodded, a simple yet somewhat reserved smile on his face. "Just call me Old Yan. You young people are smart and quick to respond. I'll need your help in my studies in the future."

놛's tone was sincere, without any hint of seniority, and 꿯땤 had an attitude of humbly seeking advice.