The next day, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei entered the city in high spirits, as if nothing had happened.
They took their water bottles, backpacks, change and a city map with them, and headed into the bustling city.
There was no sunlight in the sky, as it was blocked by dense skyscrapers. People there were no smiles on their faces. In 2002, America was full of depression.
But the city was still full of its own beauty because of the green spaces and parks everywhere, and the free museums that were open to the public.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei drove from south to north. They had a panoramic view of Manhattan. There was the financial district of Lower Manhattan, the headquarters of the New York Stock Exchange and the Federal Reserve Bank.
There was the Chinatown of the Lower East Side. It was as if they had returned to their home.
There was the New York University, which didn't even have a campus wall. If you hadn't mentioned it, people would have thought it was just an ordinary building.
There were more than a dozen theaters on the street, which naturally gathered around Broadway. In front of them were the luxurious Chelsea and the solemn New York Supreme Court.
Their heads were naturally filled with the smell of old-fashioned money. The Upper East Side's extravagance and solemn orthodoxy represented the style of the older generation of rich people.
In order to escape from the conservative oppression, young lawyers and doctors had found their own paradise. They were only one bridge away from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan.
This slightly remote Changdao, because of its beautiful environment, naturally became their first choice of home.
The air was humid, the sky was blue, and the housing prices were high.
Time flew by quickly. Before they had time to visit all the free museums in the city, the opening day of the new school came.
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The first ray of sunshine fell on the western side of Manhattan. It was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city center. There were no high-rise buildings nearby. Qin Guan strolled leisurely to the square of Columbia University.
The majestic lion statue, the symbol of Columbia University, was shrouded in a naughty light. It looked like a king bathing in the holy light, majestic, solemn and unruly.
The Butler Library, which was built in the same style as ancient Rome, finally showed its dignified face. It was looking at the distant Roche's company, which was so close to her, yet she couldn't meet it.
Roche, who was also a library, had the elegance of Europe. It was a bright light in her loneliness. She could look at it from afar and tell it her heart.
The bustling students had already integrated into the school where they had lived and studied for many years. What attracted the most attention were the fresh faces that came from all over the place.
In this central square, at the entrance of the main teaching buildings, there were club activities to welcome new students and interest groups to attract people everywhere.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei didn't have any luggage with them, but they were curious and unfamiliar with the campus. Volunteers came to help them.
John was a warm-hearted young man. He was cheerful, lively, and eager to learn. He had graduated from Columbia University. Not to mention, he had the natural solemnity of a Washingtonian and the deep blue eyes of a deep Washingtonian.
This made him active and lovable in the school. He could be regarded as an influential figure in the sports world. After all, he was also very good at basketball.
John, in a green volunteer uniform, saw the two of them at first glance. They were obviously students from Asia.
John thought about it and realized that there were no Asian supporters among his campaign supporters. He had made the right decision to volunteer.
At this thought, John ran over enthusiastically and greeted the two inconspicuous students. "Are you new students?"
"Yes, she is from the Civil Engineering Department, and I am from the Economics Department."
"Oh, the colleges are different, but the basic facilities are the same. I'll take you to register first. Then I'll show you around."
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei exchanged a glance. Great! This is indeed a top university in the United States. Although the volunteer's taste is not good, he looks nice.
"Let's go to the beautiful lady's college first. As for you, since we are classmates, you don't have to worry."
Journalism, law, finance, and architecture were the four most popular subjects at Columbia University. The admission rate was the lowest, but the competition was also the fiercest. A large number of students were rejected by the admission rate of only 8%.
When John heard that these two students had gotten into the top four courses at Columbia University, he immediately curbed his disdain for international students.
During the registration process, through idle chatting, Hardedef found out that the two of them were from China, and his mood improved a little.
About 7,000 new students came to Columbia every year, which made up two-seventh of the freshmen at Columbia University.
As the mysterious country of China opened its arms to the rest of the world, more and more Chinese students came to Columbia. That year, it had reached 30%.
What did that mean? This meant that there would be one Chinese student out of every twenty-four freshmen in the school. That was a huge group. If he could gain the favor of the Chinese students in a small-scale organization election, he would have a huge advantage.
John became even more enthusiastic. He showed them around the school.
What was the best facility at Columbia University? All the facilities were very good.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei suddenly felt a sense of familiarity from the enthusiastic boy's introduction.
Although there were cultural differences between the East and the West, the feeling and smell of the human body were similar. John was a bit like Ye Dong, but not quite the same.
Compared to Ye Dong, he was more carefree and less solemn. This child really loved politics, unlike Ye Dong's bureaucratic constitution.
It seemed like they could make friends with him. They exchanged a glance and immersed themselves in the atmosphere of Columbia University.
To be honest, if one ignored the rustic atmosphere of the green clothes, one could imagine Columbia University as a sea of singing and dancing.
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