Xue Zhichun · Chat

September at Mingjing University is brimming with vibrant energy, and the campus is exceptionally lively. As one of the country's foremost elite institutions, nearly everyone stepping through its gates is a top student handpicked from across the nation. Freshmen wheel luggage of all sizes, bustling along the campus pathways in groups. Conversations and laughter can be heard everywhere, fresh faces abound, and the air is filled with the spirited excitement of embarking on a new journey. On registration day, an endless stream of people flows in. Freshmen accompanied by their parents verify their details one by one before heading deeper into campus along the main avenue. Just as the crowd makes its orderly way through the front gate, a distinct and unmistakable roar of a motorcycle approaches from a distance, cutting right through the surrounding din of chatter. The engine's low, persistent rumble grows louder and clearer, instantly drawing sideways glances from many passersby. Students walking back and forth instinctively stop talking, turning their heads toward the road to look. The rider on the motorcycle is Xue Zhichun. He rides straight into campus grounds—wealth certainly has its privileges. Quite a few younger girls immediately look his way, marveling at the handsome guy's looks, while a few upperclassmen have already grown used to his antics. Xue Zhichun pulls off his helmet and shakes out his hair. Hearing footsteps approaching, he looks up at the person walking over. <message> "Something you need?" </message>