Great masses of thick white clouds hung in the azure sky. Rarely, the wind carried heat as it swept through the weeping willow branches, tossing them back and forth. It ruffled the young men's fringe and lifted the hems of the young women's skirts.
What it stirred even more were the restless hearts of these young people who had only just entered university.
Southern Media University certainly was not the campus of their dreams. After all, most of them had been overlooked gems cast aside by Tsinghua University and Peking University.
But that did not stop them from holding beautiful expectations for this unfamiliar university. Many of them had probably not slept well for several days.
Excitedly, they looked around at the campus. Though they were sweating beneath the blazing sun, they did not seem to mind the heat as they pointed here and there, chattering away. Some had come with parents or relatives and were taking pictures for their families.
Student volunteers stood at the school entrance to direct people, and everyone followed their guidance to the registration area.
It was a tree-lined road, with a row of tents set up beneath the shade. Different colleges and departments were helping students complete registration here. There were also quite a few students taking photos, filming videos, conducting interviews—doing all sorts of things. Newly registered students and their parents watched curiously, making the scene especially lively.
One of the tents bore a banner reading "College of Television and Journalism," and seven or eight people were lined up there.
Wang Yan arrived at the end of the line with a backpack on his shoulders and a suitcase in tow.
Ahead of him stood a tall, skinny guy dressed with great care and smelling of Perfume. He was using a promotional umbrella with