Wang Yan got out of the car and looked around, seeing hundreds of people standing around, all watching him, and countless cars gathered together.
From a distance, he saw rows of small red-roofed buildings and a vast playground, truly an atmosphere of scholarly elegance.
Wang Yan felt a surge of joy in his heart. In these past ten-plus days since coming down the mountain, he finally accomplished something significant, taking a substantial step toward discovering his origins and finding his father.
Wang Yan laughed heartily and said, "University is indeed a wonderful place, with so many fellow students. Esteemed peers, I, Wang Yan, salute you."
After speaking, Wang Yan smiled and cupped his hands to those around him.
Seeing Wang Yan talking to himself and rambling, the people around couldn't help but look at each other in confusion, dumbfounded, unable to understand why Beiming Xue would associate with someone who seemed like an old scholar.
