One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

As the plane taxied smoothly on the runway of Tianjin Binhai International Airport, Nie Lingfeng gazed out the window at the familiar tarmac and terminal building, his thoughts drifting.

The word "university" lingered in his mind.

In his previous life, he had indeed attended university—an ordinary second-tier university, where he chose software engineering, a relatively popular major at the time. Four years passed between classrooms, dormitories, canteens, and internet cafes, with last-minute cramming and thesis writing. In the end, he obtained a diploma stamped with the official seal and plunged headlong into the more realistic life of a "corporate slave," wallowing in code and requirement documents.

Now, ten years later—no, across a world, a time travel, a transformation—he's actually going to university again.

Moreover, he was carrying out a "mission" that was by no means ordinary, as a "transfer student".

This feeling is so subtle that it's hard to describe.

"The formalities have all been completed." Xu San's voice pulled him back from his reverie. Next to the baggage carousel, the meticulous deputy head of the North China branch handed him two manila envelopes with the Nanbukai University emblem on them. "Keep these two separate so they don't get mixed up."

Nie Lingfeng took his share; it felt heavy in his hand. He unwrapped the sealing thread and pulled out the materials inside.

The first thing that catches the eye is a brand-new student ID card. A deep blue cover with the school's name embossed in gold. Turning to the inside, the photo was taken three days prior at a designated photo studio in Tianjin. In the picture, his long hair is tied back in a neat high ponytail, his eyebrows slant sharply towards his temples, his eyes are deep-set, his nose is high and straight, and a faint smile plays on his lips—the result of his efforts to cooperate when the photographer asked him to "smile." Even he himself was slightly taken aback. Ten years of rigorous training had not only reshaped his physique but also seemed to have shed the ordinariness of his past life, adding a touch of refined and otherworldly elegance to his face, making him almost seem "out of place" within the confines of a standard ID photo.

The information board is clearly printed: Nankai University, School of Information Engineering, Computer Science and Technology, Third Year, Nie Lingfeng.

Below is a standard transfer certificate, indicating a transfer from "Computer Science and Technology major at Southwest University for Nationalities". It bears the official red seals of both schools and the registration seal of the relevant Ministry of Education agency, and the procedures are so complete that there is not a single fault.

There was also a brand-new second-generation ID card, with the address clearly stating "No. XX, XX Street, Zhangdian District, Zibo City, Shandong Province," which perfectly matched his registered "ancestral home."

The rest was a stack of miscellaneous materials: dormitory assignment sheet (male, room 307, building 3, Songyuan, lower bunk), campus card (with a small amount of living expenses pre-deposited), this semester's course schedule, college introduction, campus map...

"This efficiency..." Nie Lingfeng murmured in amazement. Even in his previous life, such a complete transfer procedure would have taken at least a month and involved countless trips and stamps. The "company" in the world of supernatural beings truly possesses extraordinary power and efficiency on a secular level.

He glanced curiously at Feng Baobao's open file folder.

The photo on her student ID showed Feng Baobao's hair, which was roughly combed and tied into a low ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features. Her eyes still held that signature blankness, as if they hadn't seen anything, but this only added a touch of mystery to her overly perfect, porcelain-doll-like face. The information panel read: Nankai University, School of Humanities, Chinese Language and Literature Major, Third Year, Feng Baobao.

The transfer certificate clearly states "Department of Chinese Literature, Tunghai University, Taiwan".

Nie Lingfeng: "…………"

He looked up at Xu San, who remained calm, and couldn't help but ask, "Third Brother, what's Bao'er's background...?"

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Xu San pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses calm and unperturbed.

"An exchange student from Taiwan?" Nie Lingfeng pointed to the certificate, then to Feng Baobao, who was intently studying the photo on her student ID. "But Baobao's accent... her perfect Sichuan dialect..."

"The premise is: 'She lived in Sichuan with her grandparents from Sichuan during her childhood, later moved to Kaohsiung, Taiwan with her parents, and now, due to longing for her homeland and culture, has applied to transfer back to a university in mainland China for further studies.'" Xu San recited the prepared backstory in a flat tone, adding at the end, "There are complete household registration transfer records and primary and secondary school student records to support this. Logically, is there anything wrong with it?"

Nie Lingfeng was silent for two seconds, then silently gave a thumbs up: "...Logically sound, with a solid background, and flawless."

Xu San nodded slightly, which was considered an acceptance of his indirect praise.

Feng Baobao then came over. She seemed very interested in her ID photo, poked her face in the photo with her finger, tilted her head, and commented in her characteristic flat tone, "This girl... is quite pretty."

Nie Lingfeng sighed and gently reminded her, "Sister Bao'er, that's you."

Feng Baobao paused for a moment, looked at the photo again, and then nodded, her tone completely flat: "Oh, it's me. No wonder you looked familiar."

She picked up the campus card, examined it several times, then suddenly looked up at Xu San and asked a crucial question: "San'er, can this card... be exchanged for food?"

"Yes, it's possible." Xu San nodded confidently. "Most places in the school, such as the cafeteria, supermarket, snack shops, milk tea shops, and the food street outside the school gate, accept this card."

Feng Baobao's originally empty eyes were instantly illuminated by a light called "expectation." Although the light still seemed somewhat naive, its brightness was not to be underestimated.

Upon exiting the airport, the same unassuming black Buick GL8 came to pick us up. The driver remained silent as always, taking the two of us and our simple luggage to our destination—the main gate of Nankai University.

Nankai University is located on the outskirts of Tianjin. Its imposing gate features two thick marble pillars supporting a heavy lintel, above which are engraved eight powerful, gilded characters bearing the school motto: "Cultivate Virtue and Achieve Excellence, Investigate Things and Extend Knowledge." At the tail end of the new semester, the gate is bustling with students, many dragging colorful suitcases in and out, their faces radiating youthful energy—whether from the joy of reunion or anticipation and curiosity about the new environment. The sounds of chatter, laughter, and the clatter of suitcase wheels create a vibrant symphony.

"I'll drop you off here." Xu San gestured for the car to stop at the school gate. He rolled down the window and gave a final reminder, "Remember your dormitory number and class schedule. Nie Lingfeng, you're a 'normal' transfer student, so try your best to fit in. Baby, you... try not to cause trouble. If anything happens, call me and Xu Si immediately. Remember the core principle: observe discreetly, protect secretly, and don't expose yourself unless absolutely necessary."

"Understood, Third Brother." Nie Lingfeng slung his seemingly ordinary black backpack over his shoulder (the Snow Drinking Knife and important items had been stored in his Qiankun Bag) and nodded in agreement.

Feng Baobao, however, had her eyes fixed on a steaming, fragrant jianbing (Chinese crepe) stall not far from the school gate, and absentmindedly uttered an "Oh."

Watching the GL8 merge into the traffic and leave, Nie Lingfeng and Feng Baobao exchanged a glance, turned around, and walked side by side into the gate of Nanbukai University.

Then, things started to develop in a... subtle and interesting direction.