May 1st, early summer.
The weather was perfect.
The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze carried a warm, grassy scent.
"laugh--"
The sound of the pneumatic door depressurizing was somewhat jarring, and the red bus slowly came to a stop.
As soon as the bus came to a stop, Fei Yuncheng immediately stood up from the front row of the tour guide's seat.
He always seemed particularly excited in such grand occasions.
The megaphone in his hand, which he had used for several years, was squeaking loudly from being squeezed.
"Wake up, everyone! Make sure you have all your belongings with you, especially your admission ticket and ID card!"
There was a rustling sound in the carriage.
Fei Yuncheng was the first to jump off the car.
He stood by the car door, a dark polo shirt draped over his shoulders, his eyes piercing.
Immediately afterwards, Shen Qingqiu and Yan Fang led the nineteen "survivors" from Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School out in single file.
Even the most mature and composed students at school,
At this moment, the light in his eyes was also undeniable.
This is Jinling.
The misty waters of the Six Dynasties, the capital of emperors.
Unlike the steel and concrete of old industrial cities like Jiangcheng, it is different.
The streets here aren't ridiculously wide, but they're completely shaded by two rows of towering plane trees.
The massive canopy of the tree intertwines overhead, allowing sunlight to filter through only the gaps in the leaves.
Scattered on the asphalt, it became mottled gold coins.
"Is that Jin Da...?"
Zhang Ya gripped the strap of her backpack, looked at the gate of Jinling University not far away, and sighed softly.
"It feels like even the trees there are more cultured than those in our area."
Lin Que pulled down the brim of his hat and got off the car with the group.
The moment my feet touched the ground, a heavy feeling of dust and history washed over me.
The team leading this time is truly impressive.
The Dean of Studies, Fei Yuncheng, took the lead, with Yan Fang, the head of the Chinese Language Group, providing support.
Class teacher Shen Qingqiu is responsible for logistics and psychological counseling.
"Line up! Two people per line!"
Yan Fang had a stern face, but her eyes softened when she saw the plane trees lining the street.
The group walked in in a grand procession.
The semi-finals will be held at Jinling University.
This century-old prestigious school is a tourist attraction in itself.
Blue bricks and gray tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners,
The ivy grew wildly on the red window frame.
On the lawn in front of the Peking University building, you can even smell the ink from a hundred years ago.
But at this moment, the faint scent of ink was completely dissipated by the clamor of voices.
"Oh My God……"
As soon as Li Bowen entered the school gate, he stopped in his tracks.
He pushed up his glasses, trying to estimate the density of the crowd in front of him using a science student's mindset.
Ultimately, only one conclusion can be drawn:
A blessing for those with trypophobia!
It's too big.
The square was a sea of black.
Nearly 8,000 top students from 13 prefecture-level cities in Jiangsu Province who passed the preliminary rounds have gathered here.
The square was completely filled with brightly colored school uniforms.
The soft, melodious Wu dialect, the robust Jianghuai Mandarin, and the hearty, straightforward Northern Jiangsu accent...
Thousands of mouths opened and closed simultaneously, the buzzing sound startling the sparrows in the trees into flight.
Everyone's face seemed to scream "I'm a top student".
The magnetic field, which can only be sensed between people of the same kind, makes the air thicken.
"Stop looking."
Shen Qingqiu walked to the back of the line and patted Li Bowen on the shoulder.
"If nothing unexpected happens, about 80 percent of these people will be eliminated after tomorrow."
A large number of people doesn't equate to strength; the majority are just the denominator.
That's a cold statement, but it works.
Fei Yuncheng glanced at his watch, then turned and called out to the crowd:
"It's 9:30 now, and there's still an hour before we have to check in."
Dismissed! Stay in the central square area and get familiar with the surroundings, but don't wander too far!
Meet at the foot of the Peking University building promptly at 10:30!
"good--"
The answers were sparse; their minds had already wandered off.
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