Zhao Xuanqi stood before the university's towering main gate, looking up at the four large characters written in bold, powerful strokes, and seemed to sense a unique atmosphere.
Walking onto campus, he could clearly feel that this place was completely different from anywhere else.
For many people, attending a university was just for a piece of paper—a diploma. Academia? Knowledge? Ideals? Ambition? In the end, none of it could compete with a house and a car.
But this era was different. Universal literacy had not yet been achieved. Those who could enter a university campus were the elites of society. They represented the most advanced thought and the most fervent passion of the age.
The mediocre, aimless people outside were like walking corpses, while the people here seemed to be the ones who were truly alive.
Having been reborn into this world, this was Zhao Xuanqi's first time on a university campus, and an inexplicable feeling arose within him.
