Chapter 25 Campus Life

"…The deadline for submitting final papers is next Friday at 6:00 p.m. Western Standard Time. If you miss the deadline, even 6:01 will not be counted. In addition, I emphasized that it is North American Western Standard Time. I don't want anyone to take advantage of it and tell me that it is 6:00 p.m. in London."

"besides!"

"Please pay attention to the specific requirements of the paper. Both the research question and the research method must be written out! If you are still unsure, just email the teaching assistant. I will not accept any excuses. Yes, you heard me right. Those students who are scared now, I am talking about you."

"Very good, get out of class dismissed. Also, wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!"

Rustling.

Rustling.

The class was over. Normally, the students would leave the classroom like a flood, leaving only the professor and the teaching assistant to sort out the materials and courseware used in the class; but today was different. The professor packed up his things and was the first to leave, while the students stayed in the lecture hall and chattered.

"…How many pages does the paper require?"

“What about references?”

“Reading list, who can share a reading list with me?”

"Wait, Professor, are you serious?"

"I heard that the failure rate of this course last semester was 13.6%. It is well-known not only in our college, but also in the entire school."

"Oh, God! I'm done."

"What should I do? I haven't even started yet."

"The Christmas party might be ruined."

"It's okay, just fail the course and retake it next year, then you can have a good time at the party next week."

"Get out! Go to hell!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

All the students couldn't contain their emotions and started whispering to each other.

The class just now was the last class of "Journalism and Communication" this semester. The next step is to submit the final paper as the exam for the first half of the semester, and then the Christmas holiday will begin.

Fortunately, there are no additional written exams.

But the problem is that the final paper requirements for this course are extremely strict. Many students have missed classes during the semester. In addition, members of different sports teams want to cram at the last minute. Everyone feels a sense of urgency. Even if they want to work hard, they are like headless flies and don't know where to start.

The teaching assistant, who was usually deserted and ignored, was now surrounded by a large group of students. The tense feeling floating in the air licked the surface of the skin like a tongue of fire; while those excellent students who always studied hard packed up their things and left the classroom at a leisurely pace, obviously they were confident about their thesis.

Gao Wen also followed the surging crowd out of the classroom. Before he took a step, he heard a voice calling his name from behind. When he turned around, he saw MacDonald standing next to the door.

"Hey, Mike."

Gawain took the initiative to greet him and gave MacDonald a hug with a smile in his eyes.

"Why did you leave get out of class early? Didn't you say we would meet at the gym?"

MacDonald smiled and said, "We finished our final exams early, so I came straight here."

"Wow, how was the exam?" Gawain asked with a smile. As he spoke, he and MacDonald followed the crowd out of the teaching building and walked into a brilliant sunshine. The lazy golden halo did not feel the coldness of December at all. It still carried the coolness of autumn and the warmth of spring. The winter in California also has its charming charm.

MacDonald said modestly, "It's OK."

Although McDonald is a mixed-race child, his family education environment still continues the traditional Chinese style - even if he tries to become a professional competitive player, he still cannot fall behind in his studies, so McDonald has always been an excellent student with excellent academic performance.

"What about you? I just heard at the door that your professor seems to be very strict. Are you okay?" McDonald asked with concern.

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, revealing a helpless expression, "Believe me, my mother is more terrible than the professor."

McDonald reacted immediately and laughed happily - the two teenagers, who were born in the same culture, even high-fived each other to celebrate.

Gawain's words were, of course, a joke.

In fact, his parents are not traditional types, otherwise they would not have supported him to continue his tennis training; however, they still maintained some cultural habits. The act of choosing NCAA itself was to hope that Gao Wen could have a skill, and the importance of a diploma is self-evident.

Gao Wen fully understands his parents' considerations, so even without his parents' instructions, he has always been very self-conscious and has never had to worry about his studies. He has always performed well. Since he came to a foreign country to study alone in middle school, he has been strictly self-disciplined over the years.

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Once again, Gao Wen cherishes the time he can stand on the tennis court again, and also cherishes the time in the classroom.

Only after really struggling in the society did I gradually understand why school is called an ivory tower, how precious the study time in the classroom when one only has to worry about exams is, how simple and pure the relationship between classmates that is not tainted by interests is, and how those carefree times are priceless.

Returning to the classroom, most of the knowledge had already been returned to the teacher. If Gao Wen relied on his current ability to prepare for the final exam, he would probably fail.

Fortunately, Gao Wen has always been self-conscious. He had completed his final paper and project long ago and was well prepared before his rebirth. This also avoided the embarrassment of Gao Wen being in a hurry at the last moment.

Therefore, Gao Wen was able to relax and enjoy the classroom time and school atmosphere, and it was a different kind of fun to once again awaken the familiar knowledge deep in his memory that he thought had disappeared but still existed. Even the classmates who were worrying about their final papers became an interesting sight.

Both Gawain and MacDonald have a lot in common in terms of study. Although they are in different departments, they often meet to study in the library. In addition to tennis, they also have many intersections in their private lives, which makes the two quickly become friends.

"Gawain...Gawain..."

Amid the hustle and bustle, a faint call was heard, but the direction of its source could not be determined. Seeing that Gawain and MacDonald showed no signs of stopping, the owner of the voice seemed anxious and could not help but call out loudly.

"Hey, Knight Girl!"

A shocking cry exploded immediately, and everyone around looked over curiously. There was a hint of scrutiny in their eyes, and they were still chattering away. The heat of the burning gossip fire could be felt in the air, and then, a figure could be seen.

To be precise, it should be a young girl.

Her long, smooth dark brown hair fluttered gently as she ran, her skin was as white as cream, her eyebrows were delicate and beautiful, and her every frown and smile was radiant. Her deep facial features outlined the innate advantages of a mixed-race child, and the corners of her mouth that were slightly raised were like a proudly blooming rose, unrestrained and ostentatious.

Tap, tap, a burst of accelerated sprint, her long hair fluttering, as if she could catch the scent of peony flowers coming from the hair tips.

(End of this chapter)