Chapter 497 - 239: Starting Life in Cambridge from Scratch (Part 2) (5.2K)_2

"As for this female classmate, I don’t need to introduce her, do I?"

The young man chuckled upon hearing that:

"Of course not, Aveline Asku, of course, I know her."

Then he cast a curious glance at Wheat and tentatively asked:

"Maxwell? ... Is that the discount student?"

Wheat looked at the sock in his hand and nodded dryly.

The young man got interested upon hearing this, switched the sock to his left hand, and enthusiastically extended his right hand:

"Jones Bod, second-year graduate student in the Chemistry Department at Emmanuel College, nice to meet you."

Wheat hesitated for a moment but still forced himself to shake hands lightly despite the discomfort...

Watching Jones Bod warmly pat Wheat’s shoulder and ruffle his hair, Xu Yun’s heart tightened instantly. This guy was still holding the sock in his left hand. This kind of thing, in anime, usually has black lines indicating smell.

Meanwhile.

A déjà vu feeling of Harry Potter’s arrival in the magic realm popped into his mind:

The bystanders in the movie reacted just the same, astonished upon seeing Harry Potter’s lightning mark (realizing Wheat’s discount student status).

And then they would utter the words "I’ve heard so much about you..."

Thinking too far, thinking too far...

Xu Yun shook his head and began to seriously ponder the name Jones Bod, soon realizing he had no memory of this person.

Indeed.

There could be many reasons for not recalling someone, not necessarily meaning the person is ordinary all their life.

For example, the person may later change fields or achieve modest success, not famous but doing quite well.

But at least from a professional standpoint.

This Jones Bod indeed hasn’t reached a ’celebrity’ status in the field of chemistry.

Of course.

This situation is actually the norm:

The University of Cambridge certainly has historical celebrities, even a considerable number, but far more ordinary people like Jones Bod.

After greeting Wheat.

Jones Bod turned to the others behind and waved them over:

"Hey, come over, come over, we have a genius in the dormitory!"

"Who, who?"

The rest quickly gathered, becoming unusually excited upon learning Wheat’s identity:

"My name is Yelchate Kessler, second-year graduate student at Gonville and Caius College..."

"Ses Anthony Zibelin..."

"Yamcha Klin..."

Perhaps influenced by Wheat.

These people weren’t too cold towards Xu Yun, some even tried to shake hands with him.

But Xu Yun declined these attempts on the pretext of having an injured shoulder.

Don’t forget.

Xu Yun’s left shoulder was still wrapped in a large bandage, quite convincing.

As for the real inner reason...

Only Xu Yun and Wheat knew.

After some pleasantries.

Aveline led Xu Yun and Wheat away amid the friendly goodbyes from Jones Bod and others, finding their room.

Room 302 was at the very end of the corridor, sharing the inner space with 301.

Aveline, like a landlord from later generations, took out a bunch of keys and clattered around following the numbers:

"302...313...found it, 302!"

Aveline pushed the long, sharp object into the dark hole, initially facing some resistance, but soon it slid all the way in.

Then she gently twisted.

Ka-clack—

The door opened in response.

It was a 20-plus square meter small western-style room, a standard European design, entering you could see two combination bunk beds.

Unlike the more common 1.9×0.9 domestic bunk bed type, the University of Cambridge’s are bigger.

Approximately 1.5X2.2 in size.

The bed boards are thicker than domestic ones, with rugs on top, turning doesn’t make much noise.

The dormitory floor was laid with splendid carpet, judging by its color it was recently installed.

Even from Xu Yun’s past life’s perspective, this was a very high-standard dormitory.

Aveline led the group inside, introducing:

"This will be your dormitory for the next four years, equipped with a private bathroom, a shower room, and a kitchen, but no bathtub."

"Above the chimney is a fireplace, both entrances and the headboard have light switches, remember to turn them off when going out."

"If found wasting electricity without reason, even as a discount student you’ll be punished."

"Also, room 301 opposite belongs to Senior Thomson. Officially, he’s not assigned roommates due to odd numbering, but it’s really because of his Apostle status, a special arrangement by the college."

"So you can visit this lonely senior when free to prevent him from psychological issues—he’s almost at the end stage of his soup."

Wheat obediently nodded.

Thomson:

"...."

"Oh right."

Then Aveline remembered something and said to Xu Yun:

"Maxwell is a discount student, so he doesn’t need to pay dormitory rent."

"But you’re a standard graduate student, so you need to pay 1.5 Pounds rent per month, holidays included, paid half-yearly."

This time Xu Yun looked quite calm:

"No problem, I got it."

Half a year is 9 pounds, the gold he brought is more than enough for this amount.

Then Aveline briefly instructed Xu Yun and Wheat on some matters and took her leave.

But at the door, she frowned again slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she said to Xu Yun:

"Luo Feng, don’t worry too much about that IOU, I won’t rush you for repayment."

"Your foundation is shallow, better to focus on studying."

"With four years of good study, you should be able to learn something, don’t embarrass Mr. Feiyu."

Xu Yun was slightly stunned, a faint warmth rose in his heart:

"I understand, Aveline."

Aveline said nothing, holding the "Classical Mechanics" again to her chest.

With a lift of her hair, she turned and disappeared outside the door.

After Aveline left, Thomson patted Xu Yun on the shoulder and said:

"Aveline has always been kind-hearted, she was famous even as an undergraduate, early next year she might be nominated as ’this student’."

Xu Yun blinked, blurting out:

"This student?"

Thomson looked at him in surprise for a few seconds and countered:

"What, you don’t know?"

"Back when Mr. Feiyu met Sir Newton, he referred to those like Sir Newton as ’this student’, usually described as ’formidable as such’."

"Later Sir Newton recorded this in his notes, so besides the niche secret group Apostle Society, the University of Cambridge’s consensus student nomination is ’this student’."

"The University of Cambridge selects ’this student’ every two years, with three spots each time, decided by votes from all school professors."

"Additionally, during the ’this student’ award ceremony, all Cambridge students hold ice in their mouth simultaneously, taking a deep breath, as a sign of awe."

Xu Yun: "????"

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