On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

In the spacious lecture hall, the professor spoke eloquently on the podium, from the intricacies of human anatomy to the complex pathways of biochemistry, knowledge flowing in like a tide.

The students sitting below were focused, their laptops or tablets lit up, and most of them were making the traditional scratching sound of pens on loose-leaf paper or notebooks, a stark contrast to the sweat-drenched state they experienced during military training.

Chen Mo remained calm and composed, listening attentively and quickly taking notes of key points using a tablet and stylus.

Su Yuqing sat beside him, using a loose-leaf notebook with neat and legible handwriting. When she encountered parts that were difficult to understand, she would frown slightly and make a mark on the margin.

Wang Lan had his textbook spread out in front of him, twirling a pen in his hand. Clearly, some of the knowledge points were giving him a headache. He would occasionally glance at Li Zhe's textbook next to him, which was already clearly divided into sections with different colored highlighters.

Li Zhe, on the other hand, was in his element. The thick textbooks and complicated chemical formulas were not a big problem for him. His notebooks were full of concise formulas.

Shen Xinghe sat by the window, his posture still elegant. He was using a minimalist laptop, occasionally typing quickly on the keyboard to take notes, and sometimes looking out the window, as if he was thinking, or perhaps conceiving his next shooting project.

Zhao Ya sat in the back row not far from him and could feel the presence of this quietness, which made her more focused on the lesson.

During breaks, students would chat about things that happened in class.

"My God, there's so much information here! My brain feels like it's going to explode," Lin Xiaoxiao sighed as she closed her notebook, which was covered in cute labels.

"This is just the beginning. I heard that the real nightmare comes later, with the dissection and embryology." Zhou Yue shared the information she had gathered while taking pictures of the key points on the blackboard with her phone.

"I need to preview the material and build a knowledge framework beforehand." Li Zhe had already opened the electronic version of the textbook for the next chapter and started browsing quickly.

Chen Mo then naturally unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to Su Yuqing, asking her in a low voice if she had understood a certain point of knowledge just now.

Wang Lan then leaned over and hooked her arm around Chen Mo's shoulder: "Old Mo, I'm counting on you for the notes next class! I'll treat you to milk tea later!"

Students at top universities are generally very self-disciplined; they play when they want to play, and they take their classes seriously when they need to.

After class, the students walked to the library in twos and threes, still trying to catch up on their studies.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, streaming through the library's floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the desks.

Chen Mo and Su Yuqing habitually chose seats by the window, one organizing her electronic notes and the other summarizing key points in her notebook.

Occasionally, when Su Yuqing encountered a difficult problem, Chen Mo would put down his pen and quietly provide the answer.

On a bookshelf not far away, Zhao Ya was standing on tiptoe trying to reach an anatomical atlas on the top shelf when a slender hand easily took the book before she could.

"Thank you," Zhao Ya said softly, blushing as she accepted the book from Shen Xinghe.

Shen Xinghe nodded slightly, picked up his laptop, and walked to the corner where he usually sat.

Such chance encounters are not uncommon in the library. Each time, it's just a simple exchange, yet it brightens Zhao Ya's mood for the whole day.

Seeing this, Chen Mo and Su Yuqing exchanged smiles, their expressions revealing a hint of chemistry between them.

The cafeteria is always the liveliest place.

As evening falls, eight familiar figures always gather at the same long table without prior arrangement.

"I didn't understand anything about metabolic pathways in today's biochemistry class," Lin Xiaoxiao complained, poking at the rice in her bowl.

While stuffing a chicken leg into her mouth, Wang Lan mumbled, "Let Li Zhe tell you, his notes in class today were even more detailed than the textbook."

Li Zhe pushed up his glasses and said seriously, "Actually, as long as you understand the basic principles of energy conversion, these reaction pathways are easy to deduce."

School clubs were bustling with activity after the start of the semester. Wang Lan excitedly signed up for the basketball club and the e-sports club, while Li Zhe chose the academic innovation club after careful comparison.

Zhou Yue dragged Lin Xiaoxiao through the booths of various clubs, and they eventually joined the street dance club.

With Chen Mo's support, Su Yuqing ultimately chose the volunteer association.

According to Su Yuqing, she wanted to do something meaningful with Chen Mo.

Shen Xinghe eventually joined the photography club, moved by the club president's unwavering perseverance, which led him to agree to join.

Once inside, he was treated like a treasure, which was quite nice.

Zhao Ya also joined the photography club because of Shen Xinghe.

She was initially quite clumsy when it came to photography, but after actually getting involved, she gradually discovered the joy of photography.

It's not that I chose the wrong club.

Although everyone's campus life is becoming more and more mundane, it is also extremely fulfilling.

Every day, I shuttle between classrooms, libraries, and cafeterias, immersing myself in the ocean of professional knowledge and developing my interests through club activities.

Chen Mo and Su Yuqing's feelings for each other deepened with each passing day, and they could understand each other's feelings with just a glance or a gesture.

Zhao Ya and Shen Xinghe maintained a perfect distance in their interactions, yet their subtle interactions revealed a tacit understanding.

Their agreement to learn how to blow leaves was also reached on a weekend afternoon during the second week after military training.

This weekend, Shen Xinghe had a rare free week without work, so he told Zhao Ya to come and study.

Upon seeing the giant letter, Zhao Ya, filled with excitement, quickly went to the small garden behind the library, carrying the green leaves that Yun Xijian had brought back in her pocket.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Shen Xinghe sitting on a bench in the distance, playing with a bright green leaf in his hand.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on him, softening his usual chill.

"You're here?" Shen Xinghe heard the noise, looked up at her, and then gently pressed the leaf to his lips. A melodious tune immediately drifted away on the wind.

Zhao Ya stood there, listening to the long-awaited sound of the flute, and a smile unconsciously bloomed on her face.

She walked to the bench, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, she nervously took out a leaf from Yunxijian that she had carefully preserved. The leaf was pressed flat by her book, but it was still green.

"I...I've tried a few times, but I can't get a sound out of it. Is there something wrong with the leaf?" Zhao Ya's voice carried a hint of embarrassment as she handed the leaf to Shen Xinghe.

Shen Xinghe took the leaf, gently stroking its thin surface with his fingertips to check its condition.

“The leaf is in good condition.” He looked up and handed the leaf back to Zhao Ya, saying in a calm voice, “The key is the angle and the breath, not blowing hard.”

He gestured for Zhao Ya to sit down, then pressed the leaf in his hand to his lips again.

“Look here.” He tilted his head slightly so she could see the subtle angle at which his lips touched the leaf. “The leaf shouldn’t be completely sealed; leave a very small gap. Your breath should be steady, gently and continuously exhaled, like… a sigh.”

He demonstrated, and a clear, short melody immediately flowed out. (End of Chapter)