As soon as the group dispersed, the students, who had been tense, instantly let loose and had a great time.
Some ran to take photos with the famous Peking University building, while others huddled around other schools' teams to gather intelligence.
Some even found a lawn to lie down on, to feel the grounded atmosphere of this top-tier university.
Lin Que didn't join in the fun.
He pulled his baseball cap down further.
They even pulled out a mask from somewhere and put it on, leaving only their eyes exposed.
In this crowd, keeping a low profile is the best policy.
He took out his phone and pointed it at the huge red banner above the stadium not far away:
[“Fu Zhi Yao” National Middle School Student Essay Competition (Jiangsu Province) Semi-finals]
I snapped a picture casually.
The composition of the photo is casual, yet it exudes a relaxed "I've arrived" vibe.
Open WeChat.
[木欮]: [Image]
【木欮】: We've arrived. Don't say I didn't tell you I was coming.
The message was sent out, but it seemed to have sunk without a trace.
Lin Que stared at the screen for two seconds without making a sound.
Normally, even when practicing the piano,
That internet-addicted girl would reply with an emoji within three minutes.
Or send a voice message accusing the professor of inhuman torture.
"Looks like you're really busy."
Lin Que put away his phone, unsurprised.
For a pianist of Ye Xi's caliber, the European tour in August...
It was indeed a tough battle that would be extremely difficult.
Right now, she's probably locked up in the music room, locked in a fierce battle with that Steinway.
Not disturbing each other is also a tacit understanding.
He walked alone through the crowd, his hands in his pockets.
Wandering aimlessly around the campus.
Lin Que had heard of Jinling University many times in his previous life, but he had never been inside it.
At that time, he applied to Southeast University, which was next door.
The two schools are less than two kilometers apart as the crow flies, separated by just a few alleys.
In his previous life, he spent four years next door burning the midnight oil for credits and papers, until he went bald.
Yet he never stepped into the gate of this neighboring school, which is known as "the most beautiful campus in the East".
Now that I've been reborn, I've made up for this regret.
"It's just that there are too many trees and the buildings are a bit old."
Lin Que kicked away a pebble at his feet and looked at the clock tower covered in vines not far away.
The slight melancholy about his past life had just begun to surface when he suppressed it.
Lin Que stopped in his tracks as he passed a vending machine.
In May, Nanjing was already a bit hot, and my throat felt a little dry.
After facial recognition, the vending machine's robotic arm dispensed a can of chilled cola.
"Have you heard? The one who was 'outstanding' in the preliminary round."
A voice suddenly entered my ears.
Lin Que paused slightly as he reached for the pickup slot.
Several boys were standing in the shade next to the vending machine.
Looking at the school uniform, it features a white shirt paired with dark blue trousers, and a gold school badge embroidered on the chest.
Jinling High School.
This is the top student in Jiangsu Province's high schools.
Anyone picked out from there could be a top student in an ordinary school and be treated like royalty.
The speaker was a boy wearing frameless glasses.
He was very tall and was holding a bottle of Perrier.
His tone carried a hint of confusion.
"I heard that the selected article is titled 'Passing the Imperial Examination'?"
This topic has been covered to death, how can they still get special privileges? Has the organizing committee lost their minds?
The tall man shook his head, his expression becoming somewhat serious.
"Don't underestimate them. I heard from my uncle that the article caused a stir among the Fudan University grading team."
Dean Chen Jingzhi personally approved this selection, saying it perfectly captured the essence of "a joyous occasion."
"Dean Chen?"
His companion was taken aback.
"The one from Fudan University's Faculty of Arts?"
"Yes. And..."
The tall man lowered his voice, as if sharing some confidential information.
"To prevent plagiarism, the full text has not been published yet."
Only the title was shown.
...
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