In September at Xinghai University, the sycamore leaves had just turned slightly yellow, and the sun shone through the branches and leaves on the crowds of people rushing to the classroom. Su Xiaoxing was holding two thick volumes of "Introduction to Journalism" and holding half a piece of toast in her mouth as she sprinted towards Room 203 of the Third Education Department at a speed of 100 meters.
"Weiwei, you killed me... You obviously wanted to watch Korean dramas and insisted on me taking over the class, but the professor happened to call the roll today..." She wailed in her heart as she ran.
Rushing into the back door of the classroom at the right moment, Xiaoxing lowered her body and slipped to the corner of the last row. On the podium, Professor Li, who is over 50 years old, was slowly flipping through the roster. She breathed a sigh of relief and took out Lin Wei's student ID card from her bag, ready to answer at any time.
