Zhang Ziwen was admitted to the provincial college located in the city, saving the trouble of transferring. Compared to higher institutions, this vocational school is not very large. However, the surrounding environment is fairly quiet, with a residential area nearby, and there are several state-run cafes and supply and marketing cooperatives on nearby streets.
Overall, the conditions are not bad.
Before reaching the school gate, they saw young men and women who looked like students coming and going, and there was a banner on the school gate welcoming new students.
Zhang Guoqing whispered to his eldest nephew beside him, "Are you sure you didn't read the admission notice date wrong?"
Zhang Ziwen also found it strange. He shook his head, "I've looked at it several times; I wouldn't have made a mistake."
Zhang Guoqing patted his shoulder, "Just ask around later, you'll find out. Don't worry, there won't be any issues."
