The scorching summer heat had yet to pass. The sun still blazed fiercely over the earth, and at last, it was time for school to begin.
At Jingcheng Railway Station, Wang Yan, having gone back to his hometown to collect his admission notice and pack his luggage, stepped off the train with a huge backpack on his back and merged into the crowd streaming out of the station.
Outside the platform, students from various Jingcheng universities held up signs to welcome new arrivals.
Holding his admission notice, Wang Yan found Beiqing's reception area. In truth, he did not even need to look for it. The moment he exited the station, he saw that all the prestigious universities were gathered there, while the ordinary ones had been pushed to the side. Some did not even have anyone picking students up. Good schools really were different.
After showing his notice and receiving a bottle of mineral water, he followed a student union volunteer to the parking lot and found the shuttle bus.
Wang Yan slung his big backpack around to his chest and swayed his way onto the bus.
The students inside were buzzing with conversation. When they saw a newcomer board, their eyes instinctively focused on him.
Generally speaking, people became flustered when they were the center of attention. With so many pairs of eyes staring at them, anyone without strong nerves or confidence would instinctively avoid those gazes.
Forget being watched by a crowd—even somewhere with hardly anyone around, when a person approached from the opposite direction and their eyes met, people would feel uneasy. They would either lower their heads to watch the road, turn to look elsewhere, or start fiddling with their phones.
Wang Yan was different. When he got on the bus and saw everyone sizing him