Confused, Chen Yu opened the book and found the table of contents packed with tiny text. Conservatively, each page had five thousand words. Just reading through the table of contents alone would cost him half his life.
And as he read, Chen Yu felt that this could no longer be called a table of contents.
It was a fucking idiom dictionary!
Every few sentences, the person who wrote the table of contents inserted an annotation saying that, to understand it, he recommended reading page six hundred of someone else's work, then coming back to grasp this concept afterward.
After reading one page, Chen Yu felt as though he had fallen deep into a maze of knowledge. His brain was like a beehive, riddled with holes everywhere.
Or like a leaking little boat—no matter how he plugged it up, water kept seeping in.
Rubbing his head, he felt fear toward university for the first time.
University really was terrifying.
Senior Sister Ren, it was truly impressive that you made it to your third year without dropping out.
The Heaven-and-Earth True Person in the mirror caught the conflicted look on Chen Yu's face and felt rather pleased.
Universities had originally been sects.
Elementary school was the enlightenment period for children. Middle school and high school corresponded to the outer sect, while university was the inner sect.
Back then, the level of spellcraft was not particularly high, and productivity was underdeveloped. There might not even have been a hundred children of suitable age within a hundred-mile radius, so sects had to review prospective disciples one by one.
Unlike now, when the National College Entrance Examination could handle the initial screening, making the remaining selection much easier.
But no matter how the path of cultivation changed, there still had to be a blow to