August 31st.
It was another school registration season.
People were coming and going at the entrance of the Hucheng Conservatory of Music.
Luxury cars could be seen everywhere.
Rolls-Royces, bentleys, porsches, Mercedes-Benzes... countless New Students, carrying their aspirations for the school and accompanied by their parents, arrived at the registration point for New Students inside the campus.
Rumble... suddenly.
The deafening roar of an engine echoed across the sky.
It came from afar, getting closer.
It drew the attention of countless onlookers.
A white exterior, a streamlined body, and a giant rear wing accompanied by the powerful roar of the exhaust pipe.
It was like a hunting cheetah, flashy yet elegant.
The black hook-shaped mclaren logo on the car body.
The license plate, Hu A·66666, was even more eye-catching.
Even though there were countless luxury cars on the scene, they all paled in comparison to this mclaren.
"Holy crap, a local Shanghai license plate with five sixes. Which young master from Shanghai is this!"
"A mclaren p1, one of the three holy hypercars. The starting price must be over ten million, right?"
"According to the current market, including the license plate, it's probably worth over twenty million."
"Twenty million could pay the down payment for a house at Tomson Riviera."
"This is definitely a super big shot. I didn't expect our school to have such a student. I've never heard of him before."
"Could it be a freshman?"
"No way, a freshman being this terrifying..."
"..."
Under everyone's gaze.
The driver's side door of the white mclaren p1 slowly opened, swinging upwards.
Like a butterfly spreading its wings.
It was the butterfly door design that mclaren was so proud of.
In the car.
A pair of long legs stepped out.
A young and handsome Zhou Xing stepped out of the car.
He wore a solid black LV T-shirt.
Graffiti blue jeans from Balenciaga.
On his feet were blue and white Gucci casual sneakers.
On his right wrist, the deep blue dial of a Patek Philippe, adorned with the sun, moon, and stars.
The brilliant diamonds were somewhat dazzling under the sunlight.
Overall, he looked... fresh and clean.
His already youthful body, after more than ten days of fitness, had become increasingly effective; he was full of energy and radiated the vigor of youth.
An indifferent temperament naturally emerged from him. After a short period of accumulation during the holidays, Zhou Xing's words and deeds had gradually moved away from how he was in his past life.
Alone, carrying a black shoulder bag, he walked towards the freshman registration point.
The people in line... couldn't help but silently make way for him.
Most of them were holding their phones, constantly taking pictures of Zhou Xing.
"So handsome!"
"Is he also a freshman at our school?"
"He's so handsome it's slapping me in the face. It turns out that the overbearing presidents in novels really do exist."
"Rich, handsome, and with such a good body. Did he walk out of a manga?"
"Just looking at him makes my legs weak."
"Why did my husband come out... oh, so he's also a freshman, then it's fine."
"..."
Zhou Xing arrived in front of the freshman registration point.
Several seniors in charge of registration stood up, feeling inexplicably nervous.
"Student, are you also a freshman?"
A thin, dark-skinned senior wearing glasses asked.
Zhou Xing nodded: "Zhou Xing, freshman, Music Performance major."
The thin, dark-skinned senior was about to ask more questions but found himself pushed aside by several female students.
Zhou Xing was instantly surrounded by two or three girls.
They showed unprecedented enthusiasm: "Hello, Junior. Please fill out the form here, especially the contact information; it's very important."
"Junior, it's very hot today. Do you want a bottle of ice water?"
"It's okay, no rush. Let's sit down and fill it out slowly."
The thin, dark senior watched from the side, somewhat dumbfounded.
Earlier, these girls had been clearly impatient when receiving other freshmen.
After all, in such hot weather, having to deal with freshmen who didn't understand anything, they had long since lost their patience.
In the next second, their attitude had undergone a 180-degree turn.
It was a world of difference.
"Junior, where are you from? Why did you come to register alone? Where are your parents?"
"This is your first time registering. There are many things you won't understand without your parents' company. Why don't you add your Senior Sister's contact information? If you have anything you don't understand in school, you can find me."
"Junior, you're so handsome. Do you have a girlfriend?"
The seniors in charge of freshman registration were as passionate as fire. Not only did they ask if Zhou Xing had a girlfriend, but they were even inquiring about his family.
Their bodies were already pressed against Zhou Xing as they proactively chatted with him with bright smiles.
After Zhou Xing filled out the form.
One of the seniors stood in front of Zhou Xing: "Junior, the dormitory building you were assigned to is a bit far. Our Hucheng Conservatory of Music is also very big. It's so hot today; it'll be very hard for you to find it alone. How about I take you there?"
She was clutching the key to Zhou Xing's dormitory.
"No need, Senior Sister. I can go there myself. I've been to this school before and have a general idea of the location."
Zhou Xing smiled at the senior: "I won't trouble you, Senior Sister."
"It's no trouble."
The senior, without taking no for an answer, pushed Zhou Xing towards the exit: "It's no trouble at all. It's just on the way. I'll take you there."
Zhou Xing was speechless and couldn't say anything more: "Then thank you, Senior Sister."
"You're welcome."
The senior said with a face full of smiles: "As your seniors, aren't we here to help you juniors... oh, New Students? This is our duty."
"Also, my name is Li Xin. You don't have to be so polite and call me'Senior Sister' every time. Just call me by my name, or you can call me Xinxin."
Li Xin led Zhou Xing towards the dormitory, chatting and laughing, their figures gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Damn it, that cunning Li Xin actually beat us to it."
The remaining two seniors stamped their feet in frustration.
However, they were also looking at the form Zhou Xing had filled out, which clearly recorded his phone number and contact information.
The two of them simultaneously took out their phones and silently noted down the number.
With the phone number, they wouldn't have to worry about not being able to contact Zhou Xing... "Shocking! On registration day, a mysterious young master arrives in a luxury car worth tens of millions."
"mclaren p1, limited to 375 units worldwide, currently valued at fifteen million!"
"Luxury car paired with a five-sixes Shanghai license plate. What exactly is the background of this freshman!"
"..."
As soon as Zhou Xing left.
On the internal forum of the Hucheng Conservatory of Music, photos and videos of Zhou Xing began to circulate like crazy.