Chapter 324
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John didn't explain too much. When they started their classes, they understood the university's painstaking efforts.
Finally, they arrived at the two libraries they were most interested in. The solemn and unadorned style was not as fancy as the ones in New York. Instead, it was filled with the accumulation of knowledge.
This was the fifth largest library in the United States with the most comprehensive collection of books. There were thousands of ancient books in it. Apart from the brown wooden floor and chairs, there were also independent compartments with higher privacy.
This allowed the students who studied here to have more choices.
It was still a holiday, so 40% of the seats were occupied. The people who visited the library hurriedly scanned through the books and left the library as they were.
"The library is open 23 hours a day. You have one hour each day to sort out the books. You can come here to review your lessons at any time."
"But let me tell you a very unfortunate piece of news. Don't think that it can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time. It's very spacious, but it's almost impossible to find an empty seat on a class day."
"That's why I said that Columbia University has a strong academic atmosphere. You'll understand when you start your first class."
This kind of thing could only be understood, not explained. Many of the students from the most studious countries in Asia didn't care about the alarmist talk of Columbia University's senior students. They would cry when they went to class.
After checking out the basic facilities of the university, they found a strange iron gate in the middle of the campus.
The gate was black and had a European-style logo. It looked out of place on the campus. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were curious, so they waited for John's introduction.
John looked at their expressions and knew that they were curious. He shrugged helplessly and introduced, "This is Barnard Academy."
"I know you want to know what subject it is. I'm sorry to inform you that it is an independent college of Columbia University."
"Let's make it simpler. This is a college for girls, not Columbia … Although they can apply for a degree from Columbia after graduation …" "That's right.
"But our students don't recognize each other, because their graduation certificates are also independent of Barnard College. Besides, their students and teachers are all independent, and their financial operations are also separate."
"That's why you should know that this is our sister's college. Of course, if you are not smart enough, you can apply for Barnard College."
John flipped his hair proudly. As a proud Columbia student, it would be terrible if he was misunderstood.
The freshmen came out with books in their arms. Their summer uniforms were purple with a bear emblem on them, which was different from the lion emblem of Columbia University. It was interesting.
It was just like Peking University in China. If a second-rate university was recruited by Peking University, the students would be able to enjoy all the resources on Columbia University, including the library and the gym.
Suddenly, John's expression changed. He threw his girlfriend away and put his arms around Qin Guan's neck. "The girls here are all art majors. They are the most beautiful and elegant girls in America. They like to date orthodox students of Columbia University. You know what I mean."
What the hell do I know? Bro, you're so close to my girlfriend and you're talking about Barnard's wonderful figure. Is it appropriate for you?
The two of them walked side by side out of Barnard's small door, which led directly to Broadway Avenue.
If you were a fan of the sunset, you had to go there. It was a rare moment of peace during rush hour. The warm sun was setting on the cracked asphalt road, giving off a unique orange glow.
At this time, the group of friends who were chatting happily discovered that the naughty child, Night Curtain, was secretly descending, chasing the little tail of the setting sun, smearing the sky with its own color.
They walked west unconsciously. Columbia University was an exception. There were no walls around the small campus, but it was surrounded by a majestic wall. Through a side gate, they reached the river.
The starlight on the other side of the river was a sign of the bustling city. Purple hydrangeas were blooming by the river, showing the tranquility and prosperity of Columbia.
"Thank you for your hospitality. See you at the beginning of the semester!"
They waved goodbye on the tree-shaded path by the river. Next to them was the place where they would fight for the rest of their lives. It was a beautiful paradise.
They would walk along the river to Broadway Avenue, marking a perfect end to their school trip.
There was a simple restaurant on the side of the street, but the owner of the restaurant had the cheapest burger and fries. She had specially prepared a 1.99 USD breakfast for college students, leaving plenty of space in the pockets of those who were not rich.
…
The next morning was still as beautiful as ever. Under the watchful eyes of Alma Master, the two of them, who had gotten their student cards, walked to the left and right respectively to embrace their new school year.
Qin Guan sat down in the first classroom according to his schedule. There were some strange things on the desk: a Chinese teacup, a clean handkerchief and a vintage cigar box.
What's going on? Which region is the teacher who will be teaching us for the first period of our class from? What a chaotic style.
When most of the students had arrived, Professor Martin slowly walked into the classroom according to the time of the class.
It must be Kuhn's idea to prepare the food on the table in the Business School. Professor Martin looked at the first row fondly and saw a blonde boy grinning at him.
Martin sighed helplessly. Then he looked at the boy with thick glasses beside Kuhn. Xu Xiaoxiao had also taken his course.
This little tail who listened to Kuhn the most had also passed the economics graduate school exam. It was not easy.
Speaking of which, where was the Chinese kid he had high hopes for? Is he late for his first class?
Martin scanned the room but failed to find the boy he was interested in. Forget it, I'll just take a roll call.
"Kuhn …" "Yes …"
"Qin Guan … has arrived …"
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