"You're the special admissions students the dean mentioned...?"
Inside the Philosophy Department building, a middle-aged man with a thick head of hair carefully sized up the four of them, confusion rising in his eyes. "Strange... We've never had this many special admissions students in previous years."
"These are our enrollment documents." Lin Qiye respectfully handed over the papers.
The middle-aged man flipped through them a few times and nodded. "You arrived a little late. The freshmen's military training has already ended... But the dean spoke to us beforehand, so you don't need to participate. You can enroll directly."
His gaze fell on An Qingyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair. "This student is...?"
"His name is An Qingyu. He was in a car accident and can only use a wheelchair now."
Sympathy appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. He nodded slightly. "Right, I heard you're renting a place off campus?"
"Yes."
"Mm. Be careful on the road from now on... Oh, right. I'm your counselor, Song Jun." The middle-aged man took out his phone. "Let's add each other first. I'll add you to the group chat later, and you can ask anytime if there's something you don't understand."
"Okay, Teacher Song."
After finishing the paperwork and leaving the office, they wandered around. There were no classes that morning, so they took the opportunity to explore Shangjing University properly.
Following an avenue carpeted with fallen leaves, they arrived at the edge of a lake. The shimmering water reflected the blue sky, while an ancient pagoda stood amid the distant green woods, giving the place an air of tranquil elegance.
"Qingyu, what do you think?" Lin Qiye asked as he pushed An Qingyu along.
An Qingyu looked at the distant lake, the trees, and the young students strolling in small groups by