Late autumn on campus: the leaves have turned yellow, rustling down and covering the paths, then get swept to the side by the janitor uncles and aunties.
The students are all wearing more layers now, but their moods haven't been infected by the bleakness of autumn; they're still as lively and spirited as if it were spring.
After all, they're still living in the ivory tower, haven't yet been beaten up by society, and feel like the world is simple and beautiful.
Tuesday, cloudy, light clouds and a gentle breeze, refreshing weather.
Some classmates who didn't have morning classes came to the library early. Some grabbed seats, some casually picked up a book and flipped through it.
"Whoa, what the hell? How come you're in the library this early?" Wang Haoyu stared at a tall guy in shock.
The tall guy said, "Tch, you're one to talk—aren't you here too?"
"I'm here to look up materials, okay? I've got to hand in my thesis next year. Aren't you only writing yours next year?"
