Chapter 182
On the first day of school, the canteens, supermarkets and other places on campus returned to their usual bustling state. Jiang You went to the college's registration point to sign in, then went to the textbook center to pick up the textbooks for this semester, and then returned to his dormitory.
Jiang You sat in a chair, her phone showing Wang Lili's daily life in Hong Kong and Song Wenxi's message about whether she had arrived at school safely.
After replying to their messages, I took another shower, glanced at the time, realized it was almost time for class, and hurriedly left the dormitory.
The moment the door closed, everything inside seemed to fade, returning to a gray, semi-dark state, and the eyes of the anime characters on the wall seemed to move.
Jiang You walked quickly forward. There were many people around, and she always felt that there were eyes on her back from above, which made her feel uneasy.
Looking back, the straight road is very long, with rows of sycamore trees on both sides, their dark brown trunks standing straight like sentinels.
The road is cooler and windier than other places. The branches of the trees stretch out towards the center of the road, blocking the sun and forming a tunnel-like road.
Finding nothing amiss, Jiang You looked around again. Her classmates hurried past her, rushing to class.
Finally, her gaze shifted upwards, landing on the surveillance camera on the streetlight. It resembled a giant one-eyed spider, its gray-black hemispherical shell covered with fine scratches.
Just as she looked away, wondering if the school had installed too many surveillance cameras, she caught a glimpse of the camera moving in her direction.
"Ah," she said, taking a step back in her heightened state of suspicion and tension.
A passing classmate gave her a few strange looks before continuing on her way. Jiang's lips were a little pale, but she didn't care about her embarrassment. She stared intently at the monitor, only to find that it didn't seem to be moving.
Even if it moves, that's normal; some surveillance cameras can be moved.
Perhaps because she hadn't slept well the night before, Jiang You turned around and continued on her way; she didn't want to be late on her first day of school.
When she arrived at the classroom, she was late. The back rows, the middle rows, and the corner rows were all full, so she had no choice but to sit in the front row.
Just as I sat down, a tall young man, probably over 1.85 meters tall, walked in through the door. He was wearing a hooded black casual jacket and a mask.
His hair was very long, covering his eyes, and the only part of his neck that was exposed was excessively pale.
Jiang You overheard his classmates discussing, "Who is this?"
This is a required course for the major, and the students are all the same, basically in the same class. It's impossible that a tall boy like him wouldn't have been noticed.
Someone nudged her: "Is that Song Yun?"
There was no way to ignore Song Yun, who was almost 1.9 meters tall. In a school where 1.7 meters was considered tall, it was hard not to notice him.
On Song Yun's first day of school with him, his classmates came to ask about it.
Although this person's face cannot be seen, it is definitely not Song Yun.
The tall man glanced around and seemed to find that there were only seats available in the front row. He sat down next to her across the aisle.
At this moment, the male teacher walked in, saw the tall man in the front row, paused for a moment, and walked onto the stage without any surprise or doubt.
As Jiang You listened to the teacher's lecture, he wondered if it was just his imagination, but the male teacher seemed very nervous, afraid of making a mistake, and kept glancing at the tall man.
She tilted her head and glanced at him curiously. He was still wearing a mask, and the black watch on his wrist, set against his pale skin, gave him an air of both asceticism and eroticism.
His fingers were long and well-defined, with slightly protruding knuckles, and the pen spun in his hand, drawing smooth arcs.
He looked over, and Jiang You quickly looked away. Why did he feel so familiar? It was as if he had seen him somewhere before.
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