He walked to the university on the second day. He walked along the sidewalk, saying to himself,
"This isn't school, this is a university."
As he walked, he encountered a group of students, perhaps his own age. They looked at him with eyes that seemed to see him differently.
Then he couldn't move forward, as the others sped up. He walked, his hands in his sweater pockets. Bakvik muttered to himself, "I'm in college, and I have no friends."
Bakvik heard the voice of his classmate, Lonner, whom he had met the day before, coming from above the trees.
"Someone! Help me!"
Bakvik narrowed his eyes at the tree.
"What are you doing up there?"
Lonner embraced the tree affectionately before lowering his head in fear.
Bakvik stood below, looked up, and smiled faintly, saying to himself,
"Alright!"
Later, Bakvik managed to rescue Lonner. Lonner was exhausted.
"Thank you very much."
He locked eyes with Bakvik. Then his gaze shifted.
"You... are you, Bakvik?!"
Bakvik recognized Lonner but didn't say anything more. Bakvik ran ahead.
"Hurry, we're late!"
Lonner chased after Bakvik to make it in time.
Later, at 10:20 a.m., Bakvik and Lonner were called by a professor, a third-year student who was handing them papers. As they walked, a mysterious man glared at them with disdain. A man with stern eyes spoke up. His attire resembled a third-year student's, except he didn't button his uniform.
"Is he the new kid, Lonner?..
" he said, looking at Bakvik.
Lonner said seriously, "Yes!"
He gave Bakvik a look of intense dislike. He walked past without saying anything. Meanwhile, Bakvik narrowed his eyes at him as he passed, his gaze hard.
After he left, Bakvik glanced at Lonner and said softly, "Who is he?"
Lonner's eyes had changed dramatically. He whispered in Bakvik's ear.
"Mr. Nesvan, he's the head of an influential group." Lonner nodded slightly before saying, "Let's hurry."
As Lonner walked ahead, Bakvik glanced behind him, where we were teaching. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth slightly, as if he... They arrived at the room marked (Klars). Before entering, they saw a middle-aged man with blond hair and glasses, a calm, composed expression that suggested the academic vision awaiting them.
"I'm Professor Klars,"
he said. He looked at Bakvik curiously.
"My name is Bakvik Vovisan"
Bakvik said with a smile, focused.
The student smiled faintly as his eyes slowly closed.
"Nice to meet you."
The student explained various matters regarding the university's curriculum, including its rules and the release of this year's top students. The two sat and listened intently to Professor Klars. Later, before they left, Professor Klars said,
"Thank you both for your time."
Later, Bakvik had to go to class. He had to separate from Lonner and walk alone through the university building. Several students walked by and smiled at Bakvik. He glanced at them, and he smiled back. At that moment, a young woman approached. She felt incredibly charming and mysterious. She glanced at Bakvik for a moment, not seeing his face.
As she approached Bakvik, he felt a sharp headache. He held his head tightly with both hands. No one saw her. She walked away. Bakvik continued forward without looking back.
"What the hell is going on!?" he said to himself.
To be continued.