Publicity

There was only one thing that puzzled Hesta slightly. When she finally asked for the address of the graduate dormitory, the teacher at the logistics department suddenly fell into a very peculiar silence. She asked Hesta what she wanted it for, and Hesta vaguely replied that a friend lived over there.

This teacher, well over fifty years old, pushed her glasses aside and gazed at Hesta with a look that seemed to say more than words.

"Don't mind an old stranger being meddlesome," the teacher said coldly, "sometimes girls shouldn't be too proactive. Those who throw themselves at others always end up looked down upon in the end. No matter what you're doing, a bit of restraint is never a bad thing."

"...What?" Hesta raised her head.

The teacher behind the acrylic panel grew a bit impatient, feeling that the young woman in front of her was playing dumb. "Nothing. Think things through before you act. There are some things girls will regret doing."

With that, she slammed the small sliding door on the counter used for submitting materials. The sudden noise made Hesta involuntarily twitch her shoulders.

The conversation had ended unilaterally, and Hesta had no choice but to leave in a daze.

When she returned to Wenhui Building, she noticed for the first time the bulletin boards on both sides of the central plaza. They curved around the circular plaza. Hesta looked through them one by one with interest. They printed advanced deeds of teachers and students from various faculties, but apart from a few new notice boards at the plaza entrance, the subsequent publicity posters were faded and old, looking as if they hadn't been replaced for a long time.

In front of a certain publicity board near the intersection, Hesta suddenly stopped in her tracks—out of