Chapter 1: The Red Flag Waves

Yang Zhan, standing at 1.85 meters tall, resembles a symbol more than the red flag behind him, with his freshly shaved head reflecting a faint sheen. His physique and appearance evoke the first line from a certain film about joining the underworld, filled with joy, rather than that of a seasoned senior, the vice president of the materials department's student union, and the captain of the interstellar team in the materials department. He has always left a vigorous impression, yet looking at those timid eyes, he unconsciously recalls his own self from four years ago. He has never felt that he has grown old in this school. However, the influx of new faces makes him feel as if many years have passed in a blur.

At this moment, Zhang Peng had only just squeezed halfway through and had not yet grasped what was happening. The crowd, which had originally been calm and peaceful, suddenly became turbulent like the Xiang River.

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Sometimes life is just this dramatic, with some people right in front of you today, but perhaps gone tomorrow. The Materials Science Department has always been considered a strong team in competitions, whether in football, basketball, or StarCraft and CS. However, in the morning's match, the StarCraft team led by Yang Zhan was eliminated from the Yue Lu Cup after losing to the Foreign Languages College, marking the first time in several years that they did not reach the top eight. Previously, the Foreign Languages College and the Library College were like soft persimmons to the Materials Science Department, easily manipulated at will. But now, it seems that just because of the departure of a few individuals, the Materials Science Department is no longer what it used to be.

The only time I failed was due to a fill-in-the-blank question: "Parking and sitting in love, the maple forest at dusk." Zhang Peng added a line at the back: "XX is a big fool!" The reason he filled it in this way was that he calculated everything else correctly, and excluding that line, he would still score at least over 90. However, Zhang Peng did not anticipate that the name of the teacher who graded the paper was the same as that of XX from the neighboring class, with whom he had just had a fight.

A person as intelligent as him would certainly not be huddled behind a crowd packed tightly together. After staying there for a while, wouldn't he end up getting his head baked in the sun? Zhang Peng glanced at the densely packed line in front of him and immediately shouted in a certain direction, "Look, a UFO."

After speaking, Yang Zhan gave a pat on the shoulder of the new student and said, "Next."

Had she not timely protected herself with her hands, Zhang Peng's hand would have pressed directly against her chest. Even so, Zhang Peng's hand is now resting on her arms, which are wrapped around her chest.

At this moment, Yang Zhan was smoking while distractedly standing under the banner of the Materials Department, with hetushu.com in his mouth. The registration desk for new students in the Materials Department was right behind him, yet a large group of new students hovered nearby, too timid to approach.

A delicate-looking girl in the crowd stared at Zhang Peng with a face full of terror. It was evident that she had just been pushed by someone behind her and accidentally stumbled onto Zhang Peng. However, to her surprise, Zhang Peng immediately pushed her back.

As Zhang Peng squeezed in, he did not notice the large banner of the Materials Department. Although it was crowded with people just like in front of other departments, the scene was different. In front of other departments, there was a bustling crowd, and soon upperclassmen appeared pushing carts loaded with large and small bags of luggage, followed by groups of newly registered students. However, in front of the Materials Department, it seemed as if there had been no movement at all.

The difference is caused by Yang Zhan

After a stumble, the new student let out a sound as if awakening from a dream. At this moment, all the new students who had been hovering in front of the Materials Department's banner, too afraid to approach, realized that this bald senior was not a robber blocking their way, but rather a welcoming upperclassman. Instantly, a crowd surged forward towards Yang Zhan, eager to greet him.

A crowd surged in front of Zhang Peng, creating a moment of chaos as numerous individuals looked around, gazing up at an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees, searching the sky for any signs of UFOs. Seizing the opportunity amidst this turmoil, Zhang Peng pushed his way forward.

The new student had not yet grasped the situation when Yang Zhan had already thrust a stack of documents into his hands. Confused, he signed his name and heard Yang Zhan's uninterrupted instructions in his ear: "Walk down this road to the reception area at the New Qian Education Building to collect your dormitory number. Prepare the money to pick up your key; the deposit and accommodation fee for the first year is 1,200. You can register your large luggage here for now, and later the student union will send someone to deliver it for you. Keep your valuables safe. When you arrive at the dormitory, someone will explain what you need to do the day after tomorrow. If you have any questions, you can ask at the reception in the New Qian Teaching Building."

Where? Where?

"It was a misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding!" A few seconds later, Zhang Peng came to his senses and shamelessly removed his hands from the delicate girl's hands, then pretended as if nothing had happened. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Peng also stole a glance at the admission notice in the girl's hand. He discovered that the girl had a memorable name, Zhou Xiaoyu.

Zhang Peng is somewhat foolish; he feels that the area where his hand is pressed is a bit soft. However, he realizes that if this delicate girl does not promptly wrap her hands around her chest, the area being pressed will likely become even softer and smoother.

I refuse to believe that the materials science department is finished. Yang Zhan is not like those melancholic individuals from the literature club, who often boast on the BBS about how impressive they are, yet are too timid to even kill a chicken. In contrast, Yang Zhan's personality resembles that of a bandit who claims his territory more than his appearance does. After forcefully exhaling towards the gray sky, Yang Zhan flicked away the butt of his cigarette and pulled over a freshman who had been pacing back and forth in front of him like someone walking through a city gate multiple times. "Are you here to report to the materials science department? It's right here! Stop wandering around, it's annoying to watch!"

UFO ? ''

Zhang Pengyuan saw from a distance the large banner emblazoned with the three characters "Materials Department"

Just bring a bank card, and you can buy whatever you want. If you don't buy anything, the extra money will be yours.

"Don't push! What's the rush!" Zhang Peng firmly planted his feet and shouted. Just as he finished his shout, someone behind him forcefully shoved forward again. "Are you kidding me!" Zhang Peng felt a bit anxious and turned around to push back, saying, "I told you not to push. It's not like we're lining up at a brothel. Why the hurry to rush forward!" Zhang Peng intended to continue, but before he could say more, a startled "Ah!" echoed from the crowd in front of the Materials Department, and the throng quickly froze as if struck by a petrification spell.

This guy is really impressive! Many new students looked at Zhang Peng with admiration; it is indeed quite remarkable to remain so shameless and composed in such a situation. Zhang Peng himself felt quite proud, but at that moment, he heard a furious shout beside him, "What are you doing!"

"I didn't do anything, did I?" If Zhou Xiaoyu were a dinosaur, Zhang Peng would definitely say this

In July of the year 200, the square in front of the Central South University Library was teeming with people, with red flags fluttering in the breeze

Zhang Peng was suddenly stepped on twice and pushed twice

However, Zhou Xiaoyu is exceptionally delicate in appearance. A girl with such a delicate look easily evokes a sense of pity in others, making her increasingly pleasing to the eye. In a place like Zhongda, if such a girl were to be harassed, there would undoubtedly be someone to come forward as a hero to rescue her

In contrast to many new students who arrive with large bags and bundles, as if fleeing from a disaster and eager to pack their home stools into their luggage, Zhang Peng, carrying only an Adidas backpack, appears to be on an outing or merely a spectator rather than someone reporting for duty

Zhang Peng has always been a smart individual. From elementary school to high school, he has mostly scored full marks in every exam, having only failed once.