Returning to Lin'an University Town once again, Chen Miao had thought he held little nostalgia for his college days.
But once he arrived, watching young men and women walking around in pairs and excited youths telling their buddies about their pentakills, Chen Miao couldn't help thinking how wonderful it was to be young.
His tension eased considerably as a result.
Before long, Chen Miao reached the area around Lin'an University.
Naturally, the college Chen Miao had attended wasn't Lin’an University, the best university in Lin’an.
He had attended Lin'an Civil Affairs Vocational and Technical College, taking a three-year program in modern funeral technology and management.
If Chen Miao had wanted to continue his studies, he could have considered upgrading to a bachelor's degree and then applying for graduate school.
Public administration, sociology, cultural heritage and museum studies at Lin'an University were all options.
But Chen Miao hadn't.
One reason was his limited ability. Upgrading his degree and applying for graduate school would have demanded too much effort, but that wasn't the main reason.
The main reason was that there was no need.
What Chen Miao had learned at Lin'an Civil Affairs Vocational and Technical College was enough for his work at Tianmen Funeral Home.
Continuing his studies really wouldn't have taught him as much as spending two years working at the funeral home.
As for whether people would look down on him for having a vocational diploma?
Ha. Which was more badass and drew more attention: working in the funeral industry or having a vocational diploma?
Besides, bachelor's degree holders were actually rarer in this line of work.
Soon, Chen Miao spotted the cosplay shop.
After nearly three years, not only had the shop stayed open, it seemed to have gotten bigger.
Curious, Chen Miao went inside and found that