I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

The registration point for the School of Economics is located in the small square in front of the Zhixing Building.

Several long tables were put together to form a temporary work station, with a large sunshade set up on top. Student volunteers and teachers sat behind the tables to handle registration.

A short line of students, mostly freshmen, had formed in front of the table, with a few accompanying parents. An atmosphere of anxiety permeated the air.

The difference in family background was obvious from the moment they registered.

Some parents were dressed in suits and drove luxury cars; others wore green rubber shoes and carried snakeskin bags.

Some students asked if they could drive on campus, while others asked when the latest they could pay their tuition.

Lin Ran pulled his suitcase to the end of the line. He glanced around and saw five lines, each corresponding to a different major.

Each team's table was piled high with materials, and the student volunteers responsible for maintaining order were visibly flustered. Some couldn't find a pen, and others had mixed up registration forms from different majors.

A boy in front of me frantically rummaged through his bag, his face flushed red: "Where's my acceptance letter? I just put it here... Mom! Have you seen my paper bag?"

Another middle-aged woman nearby was also frantically rummaging through her handbag: "Did you leave it with your dad? You silly child, such an important thing..."

Lin Ran silently withdrew his gaze, took out a transparent file bag from his backpack, and the documents inside were separated by labels of different colors:

The admission notice, a copy of my ID card, a copy of my household registration book, a transfer document for my Communist Youth League membership, a copy of my bank card, my high school graduation certificate, and a passport photo taken just an hour ago were all neatly tucked together.

The outermost part of the file folder contained a handwritten list, with the order of the materials needed for the report highlighted in a highlighter, written in neat handwriting.

These were naturally prepared by Li Futing for Lin Ran in advance.

When it was Lin Ran's turn, a senior with a buzz cut and glasses was sitting at the table, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and he was organizing documents with his head down.

"Economics (Class 3)?" The senior looked up at Lin Ran, seemingly in a good mood. "I'm your class advisor, my name is Li Jinhui, you can call me Brother Hui from now on."

Before enrolling, Lin Ran had a general understanding of the school's regulations. One counselor was responsible for 12 classes at the same time, which was obviously not enough energy. Therefore, several student cadres were selected from the college's student union to serve as mentors for the first-year classes.

Each mentor is responsible for matters related to one class until the end of military training.

He smiled at Li Jinhui and greeted him, "Brother Hui."

"We finally have a boy in our class. We've been waiting all afternoon, and you're the only one we've gotten."

Lin Ran was taken aback. "Are there very few boys in our class?"

"Of course, economics is a humanities major after all, so the male-to-female ratio is... about 3:1." Li Jinhui smiled at Lin Ran. "Add me on WeChat, and I'll get you admitted."

"Lin...Ran, your admission notice and ID card." Li Jinhui wrote with his head down, not even looking up, and reached out to Lin Ran.

Lin Ran opened the folder, pulled out the two documents at the top, and handed them over neatly. The copies and the originals were clipped together with paperclips, facing the same direction and with the corners aligned.

Li Jinhui was stunned for a moment, then took it and gave him another look.

Li Jinhui ticked the corresponding spot on the list. "Sign here. Oh, and your file..."

"The file has been sent to the school's admissions office by mail. I've written the tracking number on the back of the copy." Lin Ran took the pen and signed, his handwriting smooth and clear. "Do you need me to double-check?"

"...No need." Li Jinhui glanced at him again, this time with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He took out a dormitory assignment slip. "You live in room 508 of building 3 in the North District apartment. This is your key and dormitory slip. Take this to the dormitory building's duty room to collect your bedding."

When discussing the students he would be mentoring in the future, Li Jinhui gave much more detailed instructions.

"There are payment instructions over there. If your tuition hasn't been deducted, you can go to that window..." He pointed to the long queue of payment counters not far away.

"The tuition fee was deducted from the bank a week in advance." Lin Ran took the key and dormitory slip, took out a bottle of cold mineral water with water droplets from his bag, and placed it next to Li Jinhui.

"Brother Hui, you've worked hard." He said casually, as if he had just put it down. "It's hot, have something cold to drink."

Li Jinhui didn't stand on ceremony and smiled at him: "There are still a few procedures to go through, hurry up and go."

After Lin Ran left, the female companion sitting next to Li Jinhui said to him, "Congratulations, Brother Hui, this freshman is pretty good."

Li Jinhui chuckled.

For them, mentoring students is a thankless and arduous task. If they had a capable freshman to mentor them, it would save them a lot of trouble.

He was quite satisfied with Lin Ran, who had just passed by. Lin Ran was efficient, knew how to handle things, and was tall, fair-skinned, and clean-cut. He should have no problem supporting him in the academy.

Lin Ran didn't go back to the dormitory immediately, but instead took a short stroll around the campus with a small suitcase.

During this time, I kept thinking about a question: if I wanted to start a business in the university environment, what direction should I choose?

Internet cafes, coffee shops, and dormitory convenience stores.

This should be the preferred direction for most college student entrepreneurs.

However, for someone like Lin Ran, who has all the hot trends of the next ten years in mind, this kind of entrepreneurial direction seems a bit too naive.

At that moment, a poster at the entrance of "Wanghui Supermarket," the largest supermarket in the school, caught his attention.

"Hot! Jiangning local chat room, lonely nights, waiting for you to meet!"

The background is a tacky pink, the font is exaggerated and flashy, and it's accompanied by a photo of a beautiful woman posing in a pretentious way.

Lin Ran frowned, wondering how such posters ended up on campus.

But the next moment, he stared at the poster on the wall for a while, his expression thoughtful.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Ran dragged his luggage to dormitory 508. The door was ajar, and sounds could be heard from inside.

He knocked twice on the door, then pushed it open and went inside.

The dormitory has four bunk beds with desks underneath, two near the door and two near the balcony, as well as a private bathroom and air conditioning. It seems the dormitory conditions are quite good.

The other three beds were already occupied. Lin Ran was the last to arrive and was assigned a bed near the balcony.

Upon seeing Lin Ran enter, the three of them introduced themselves.

The man with slightly dark skin and wearing glasses is named Liu Zhihua, and he claims he wants to take the civil service exam.

The one with a square face and a slightly thinner build is named Zhao Feiyu. Like Liu Zhihua, he comes from a province with a high number of college entrance examination candidates.

He was not tall, wore a nice polo shirt, and had much fairer skin than the other two. His name was Ding Facai, a local from Jiangning, who claimed to be a rich second-generation who had fallen on hard times.