Hearing the teasing from Director Qi Lingyu, female teacher Yang Siyu blushed slightly, but spoke frankly.

As Yang Siyu was processing Wang Yueheng's enrollment procedures, the other teachers who were working nearby also stopped what they were doing.

He raised his phone and quietly took a picture of Wang Yueheng standing there.

To avoid embarrassment, Wang Yueheng could only stare at Yang Siyu's computer screen, pretending not to see the behavior of the teachers in the office.

"Okay, the information has been entered."

"Wang Yueheng, male, 19 years old, School of Humanities, Tsinghua University, Class of 2024, majoring in Chinese Language and Literature..."

"According to the tradition of Tsinghua University, you belong to the Class of 2004."

"Teacher Tong Hua, please take a look and see if there are any problems."

Yang Siyu then gestured to Tong Hua, Wang Yueheng's mentor, to take a look.

"No problem, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Yang!"

Tong Hua stepped forward and carefully checked the information on the computer screen. After confirming that it was correct, she smiled and thanked the female teacher.

What does "the fourth-generation class" mean?

Wang Yueheng listened to their conversation and curiously interjected with a question.

"Xiaoxue, you're Yue Heng's senior, why don't you explain it to him?"

Upon hearing this, Tong Hua seemed to have anticipated Wang Yueheng's question and smiled at Mo Zixue.

"Yes, this is actually a class division tradition at Tsinghua University."

"Simply put, the undergraduate class grouping method is based on the last digit of the year of enrollment, which determines the class number. For example, those who enrolled in 2010 are in the 'Zero' class, and those who enrolled in 2024 are in the 'Four' class..."

"Many Tsinghua alumni will ask you what class you were in when they meet. Outsiders will definitely be confused. This makes it easier to tell if someone is a Tsinghua person."

"Of course, besides the traditional classes, there are also some special class numbers, such as the 'Yao Class,' 'Qian Class,' and 'Qiu Class,' which are full of top scorers and geniuses admitted through special admission programs...etc. Those who can enter these classes are all top-notch geniuses..."

"Another important point is that the predecessor of Tsinghua University, Tsinghua Academy, officially opened in Tsinghua Garden in 1911. This is the historical origin of Tsinghua University!"

Mo Zixue earnestly explained to Wang Yueheng the unique naming rules for the university's academic levels.

"I see, that's quite unique..."

After understanding the university's unique grade system, Wang Yueheng suddenly realized.

"There are a total of 32 classes in the Department of Literature this year, and you happen to be in Class 1 of the Class of 2024, which is Class 01 of the Department of Chinese Language and Literature."

Yang Siyu handed over the newly made student ID and campus card, saying...

"Understood, thank you!"

Wang Yueheng reached out and took the newly made certificate.

This means that he has officially become a student at Tsinghua University.

"There's one more thing I need to tell you. At the beginning of this year, we had friendly consultations with Peking University, and the two universities implemented a seamless travel system, with mutual recognition of campus cards, student IDs, and other documents."

"You can also freely enter and exit the Kyoto University campus or the library with your Shui-Fu University student ID."

"I'm here to remind you," said Qi Lingyu, the director of the admissions office, looking at the documents in Wang Yueheng's hand.

"Oh, that's great!"

Upon hearing this news, Wang Yueheng's first reaction was that his campus paradise had gained another place.

If you get tired of staying at Tsinghua University in the future, you can go to Kyoto University, which is also a top university, to relax.

This provides another place where people can move freely in public.

"Yue Heng, um..."

"I've finished registering. Could you sign this for me? This is a book of yours that I just bought!"

After completing the enrollment registration procedures.

The female teacher from the student records department couldn't wait to take a copy of "The Storm" from her desk drawer, hand it to Wang Yueheng, and ask him expectantly.

Not only that, the other teachers around who were secretly taking photos also quietly prepared their own paper, pens, or photos.

I'm just waiting to complete the registration so that this celebrity freshman can sign his autograph for me.