After realizing Xiao Feng was the “Little Feng” she’d longed to see again, Qin Bingbing transformed completely—radiating positivity and optimism.

She’d waited over a decade to reunite with Little Feng. This time, she refused to let him slip away like that fleeting elementary school encounter.

That night, Xiao Feng and Qin Bingbing chatted joyfully. Once the conversation flowed, time vanished—they didn’t notice until dawn approached.

With classes starting tomorrow and determined not to be late, Xiao Feng ended the call despite the faint reluctance in Qin Bingbing’s voice.

Qin Bingbing remained seated, staring blankly at the disconnected screen, a silly smile lingering on her lips.

How long had it been? She honestly couldn’t recall the last time she felt this happy!

This time, she wouldn’t miss Xiao Feng again. She reached for her phone to call her father.

“Xiao Feng said he’s probably at H Province Information and Art College. I can’t wait to see him!”

She gently held the old childhood photo of them, her smile heartwarmingly radiant.

Night passed. The rising sun waits for no one.

Xiao Feng yawned, rose early, washed up, and packed what he’d forgotten the night before.

Once ready, he grabbed his suitcase and headed out.

The moment his door opened, Liu Qing’s door across the hall swung open too.

“Sister Qing, starting school today too?” Xiao Feng greeted with a smile.

Liu Qing, suitcase in tow, nodded warmly. “Mm. I wish school never began… then I could stay with you, Little Feng, forever!”

Xiao Feng chuckled wryly, unsure if her wistfulness was real or playful. “See you during break, Sister Qing! I’m off first!”

He turned with a casual wave.

Liu Qing watched his retreating back, covering her mouth with a soft laugh. “We’ll meet again soon. Your older sister won’t let you go that easily!”

H Province Information and Art College lay quite a distance away. Though reachable by subway, the ride took over an hour across twenty-plus stops.

Xiao Feng would now live on campus—returning home only during holidays.

At the subway entrance, he paused and called Li Wei to confirm departure.

After several rings, Li Wei answered with a groggy, “What’s up?”

Xiao Feng sighed. “‘What’s up?’ Get up! Did you forget school starts today?”

Li Wei shot upright. “Holy crap! I totally forgot—I haven’t even packed!”

Xiao Feng facepalmed. Hopeless. “Fine, fine. I was waiting at the station, but nope. Leaving now. See you this afternoon!” He hung up. Zero time sense.

On the subway—

Morning rush packed the car. Standing squeezed among students, Xiao Feng felt uneasy. Prone to motion sickness, the stifling air and crowd worsened his dizziness.

He slipped on his headphones, diving into music to calm his restless mind.

Over an hour later, he arrived at H Province Information and Art College’s bustling gate.

New students streamed in, each accompanied by parents or relatives.

He stood alone—but he was used to it. His parents worked hard far away; independence lightened their burden, even just a little.

By midday, after locating his dorm and advisor, Xiao Feng made his bed.

Alone in the tidy four-person room—Li Wei had claimed one spot; two roommates remained unseen—he sat quietly.

They say dorm life *is* college life. Xiao Feng felt a quiet flicker of anticipation: What would this chapter truly feel like?