Chapter 165: Listening to music together
Sometimes time passed too quickly to notice. Yet it slipped by just like that. On Nanjing University's campus, there always seemed to be paths that suddenly bustled with clubs recruiting new members, roadside trees that suddenly went from last year's bare branches to lush, vaulted canopies, streams of bicycles weaving through them, or the assortment of cars beneath the Administrative Building, parked in different spots every day.
The university remained as unhurried as ever. Every morning, the tiles on its buildings caught faint rims of light in the sunshine, and after seven thirty, people began coming and going right on schedule. They were generally first- and second-year students still passionate about university life, or a handful of those freakish students who kept their class attendance and daily routines as precise as clockwork, year after year.
Occasionally, two or three groups of girls passed by, talking about whether they had passed the College English Test Band 4. Now and then came cries of "This is killing me," "How tragic," or "I can't go on." They faced the various exams standing in their way as though confronting a formidable enemy, hoping to graduate from this university with some dignity and find a job that would keep them from starving while offering some prospect of a future.
Compared with those fourth-year students on the verge of graduation, running themselves ragged between job fairs, interviews, and proficiency exams, the students still living in a greenhouse, with graduation a distant prospect, really were fortunate.
Take Zhang Xiaoqiao, Li Han, and the others in Su Can's dorm, for instance. They still skipped classes, went to the university's shabby café to meet girls from a room in the dorm building opposite under the grand pretext of "socializing," or, with nothing better