The next day, Ling Chengyan once again bid farewell to her family and comrades, embarking on the journey to pursue her studies, boarding a train heading north towards the Capital.
Watching the trees, fields, and villages outside the window recede, Ling Chengyan silently mused: she was like an ancient scholar heading to Beijing for the imperial examination.
She didn't consider being recommended for admission as a guarantee of success. To her, enrollment was just the beginning; the subsequent courses would be a continuous test. If she couldn't keep up with the curriculum, even if she wasn't dismissed, this 'mission' would be a failure.
She would not allow such a thing to happen.
By the time she reached Beijing, it was already past six in the evening. Ling Chengyan, carrying her luggage, alighted from the train and saw two comrades waiting with a sign: "Reception for Special Admission Class Freshmen of XX Academy."
Ling Chengyan smiled slightly and approached them.
