When it comes to appreciating beautiful things, there is no distinction between people with high or low levels of education.
This is one's natural aesthetic sense, controlled by hormones.
When the senior student at the registration desk looked up, she was still holding a pen in her hand.
She had been looking at the roster all morning and was already a little tired; her eyes were almost closed.
Then she saw Cheng Che.
The pen stopped in mid-air.
She suppressed her excitement and tried her best to make her voice sound normal, "Excuse me, which department are you in?"
Department of Mathematics.
The senior student nodded and looked down at the roster.
But her fingers trembled a little when she turned the page, and it took her two turns to get to the page on mathematics.
She wore glasses, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, looked up, and tried to keep her tone professional.
"Junior, you're not familiar with Peking University, are you? I'll take you to your dorm to register."
As soon as she finished speaking, several female students next to her stood up at the same time.
"I'll give you a ride; it's on my way."
"I'll take you; I live nearby."
"Stop fighting over it, I'll go with my junior."
Cheng Che looked at the suddenly bustling registration desk in front of him, his lips twitched, and he thought to himself, "It doesn't seem like they're that restrained after all."
Not far away, several senior students sat on chairs, watching this scene with complicated expressions.
A boy wearing glasses muttered something under his breath:
"This kid's so handsome, why is he going to Peking University? He should go to the Beijing Film Academy!"
A boy next to him, who was organizing the roster, glanced up at him and said casually:
"Others Zhuangyuan in the province, going to film school. You're more humorous than me."
The boy with glasses instantly turned a liverish color.
Cheng Che walked out of the gymnasium surrounded by several senior female students.
Some people helped him push his suitcase, some introduced him to the campus, and some kept trying to start conversations with him.
As he reached the door, he glanced back.
A few freshmen were still sitting at the registration desk, holding their admission notices. They stood there, stunned, watching all the senior students leave.
One boy couldn't help but shout:
"No, if you leave, how am I supposed to report for duty?"
The other male students sighed helplessly, stood up, and sat in the empty seats left by the female students.
Cheng Che turned around and continued walking forward.
Along the way, the voices of the senior students came from all directions.
"Junior, where are you from?"
Caiyun Province.
"That's so far! Did you take a plane?"
"No, by train, it takes more than thirty hours."
Wow, you came alone?
"With a few friends."
What do you usually like to do? Do you play ball?
"Give me a little."
"You're so handsome, were you a model before?"
"No."
"And you--"
"Senior," Cheng Che turned his head and glanced at her helplessly, "Stop asking me all the time. Aren't you going to the registration office to greet the new students later?"
Cheng Che spoke very politely, but he was already showing signs of wanting them to leave.
But the female students paused for a moment, then laughed even harder.
"The junior is quite shy."
I really like his personality.
"He looks even more handsome when he's calm. I really want to tease him every day."
Cheng Che sighed inwardly.
The more handsome a man is, the less safe he is.
He truly understood this principle today.
When the group arrived at the dormitory building entrance, the dormitory supervisor was sitting behind the window eating sunflower seeds.
She heard the noise outside, looked up, and then stopped eating the sunflower seed.
The aunt was in her fifties, with some gray hair, but her eyes were very sharp.
Hearing the noise, she looked up and saw Cheng Che, who had triggered the " Heartthrob of Ten Thousand " effect, Cheng Che two seconds. Then she looked at the girls surrounding him and couldn't help but laugh.
She'd seen handsome men before, but never one this handsome and charismatic. No wonder the girls were so smitten.
"Alright, alright." The aunt walked over and waved her hand. "The boys' dormitory isn't open to them, so you lot, stop blocking the entrance."
The female students watched Cheng Che go inside with reluctance, only to realize they had forgotten to ask for his contact information.
Several people stood at the entrance of the dormitory building, looking at each other in bewilderment, stamping their feet in frustration.
"How could I have forgotten...?"
"We chatted the whole way, and I didn't even think to add each other on WeChat."
"I'm usually quite smart, so how come I'm so pathetic in the face of beauty?"
Cheng Che followed the aunt into the building.
He glanced back, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to the auntie, saying, "Thank you, Auntie."
"It's nothing." The aunt waved her hand, then glanced at him again. "What's your name? Let me register it."
Cheng Che.
The aunt looked down and searched through the register, marked it with a pen, and then took out a key from the drawer.
"302, third floor. Let's go up."
Cheng Che took the keys and dragged his suitcase upstairs.
The door to room 302 was ajar, and he could hear voices coming from inside. He pushed the door open and went in.
The dormitory was much better than he had imagined.
The room is for four people, with four bunk beds and desks underneath. The desks are new, and the beds are made of solid wood.
The walls were painted white, the windows were large, and sunlight streamed in from outside, making the whole room bright and clean.
The balcony is separate, next to the bathroom, which has a water heater and an air conditioner mounted in the corner.
The dormitories are several levels better than those at Spring City No. 13 Middle School.
There are already three people in the dorm.
One person was sitting in a chair playing on their phone, another was making the bed, and a third was leaning against the windowsill drinking water.
The three of them turned around at the same time when they heard the door open.
Then all three of them fell silent for a moment.
The boy sitting in the chair spoke first. He was short, had dark skin, and spoke with a Sichuan accent:
"Wow, a real heartthrob has arrived! The average attractiveness of our dorm has finally improved."
The boy making the bed next to him laughed and chimed in, "I have no problem with it, anyway, I'm already a drag on the team."
The boy by the window laughed too, "Great, now our dorm has a storefront."
Cheng Che put his suitcase down and smiled, "My name is Cheng Che, from Caiyun Province."
"Welcome, welcome." The boy from Sichuan Province stood up and extended his hand. "My name is Zhou Hao, I'm from Sichuan Province, you can just call me Haozi."
"I'm a local, my Li Yuan," said the boy making the bed.
" Wang Zheng, from Shandong." The boy by the window raised his water glass.
Cheng Che shook hands with each of them.
After shaking hands, Zhou Hao took a step back and carefully examined Cheng Che.
His expression changed from enthusiasm to doubt, and then from doubt to surprise.
" Cheng Che..." he repeated the name, " Cheng Che?"
Wang Zheng teased him from the side, "What are you doing? Are you gay? I'll have to be careful tonight."
Zhou Hao ignored him, stared at Cheng Che's face for several seconds, and suddenly slapped his thigh:
"Holy crap! You're Cheng Che! The Zhuangyuan in the Caiyun Province college entrance exam! The tennis player! The one from the cultural and tourism video!"
Li Yuan and Wang Zheng looked over at the same time.
"What? What?"
"You guys don't know?" Zhou Hao turned to look at them. "That viral tourism promotion video on Douyin recently, the one about Spring City, was filmed by him. Even the official channels praised him. Also, he was the top scorer in Caiyun Province's college entrance Zhuangyuan this year, with 732 points. He also plays tennis, is a National Youth Games Champion, and ran a marathon, breaking the games record."
Li Yuan paused for a moment. "I've seen that video before, but I didn't pay attention to the face."
"I know now." Wang Zheng stared at Cheng Che for two seconds. "No wonder I heard so many girls' voices downstairs; I thought some celebrity had arrived."
Cheng Che smiled helplessly, "I'm just an ordinary freshman."
"A regular freshman gets so many upperclassmen to escort you here?" Zhou Hao joked. "Who would believe that if you told them that?"
The three of them laughed for a while.
The atmosphere quickly became familiar.
Zhou Hao pulled out a few bottles of water and threw one at each person.
The four people sat in chairs and chatted about their respective majors and hometowns.
Li Yuan is a local; his parents both work in Capital City and can go home on weekends.
Wang Zheng came from Shandong. He has an older sister. This is his first time in Capital City, and everything is new and exciting to him.
Zhou Hao is from Sichuan Province. His family runs a small restaurant, and he has a natural sense of humor.
Cheng Che sat in his seat, listening to their conversation, occasionally chiming in with a word or two.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling warmly onto the table.
He suddenly realized that this dormitory was pretty good.
My three roommates are all nice people; they're not aloof, nor overly enthusiastic—just the right kind of relationship.
Cheng Che took out his computer, and the three of them shouted, "Come on, let's play PUBG! Perfect for four people!"
"Alright, let's see who has the better aim."
While the four of them were laughing and joking, they didn't notice that a post had quietly appeared on the Peking University Tieba.
The article is titled "The Newly Peking University Male God: Who Agrees? Who Disagrees?"