Chapter 503 - 241: Library Visit (6,800 words)_2

Xu Yun’s favorite activity was taking a magnifying glass to inspect the grooves carved into oak desks from hundreds of years ago.

He had also pushed open many unknown doors, searching for those lonely but eternal spirits hidden in the shadows.

However, unfortunately.

He did not find those spirits, and one time Xu Yun even unexpectedly came across a young couple seeking thrills behind a door, and then...

The filter shattered.

Since then.

The library of the University of Cambridge still deserved his respect, but that pilgrim-like mindset was no more.

Later, Xu Yun got another girlfriend, who was also an exchange student. It was during that time that Xu Yun honed his cooking skills.

She also loved spending time in the library, and her favorite activity was looking for those ancient books.

At that time, she once told Xu Yun in a very literary tone:

The books here are heavier than those in other libraries, their colors darker, because both the souls of the authors and readers reside here.

So a thin book of two hundred pages feels unbearably heavy in the hand.

Then Xu Yun seriously told her:

When you pull a book off the shelf, the fingers often turn black as dust gradually seeps into the texture of the book’s cover over time.

No matter how much you wipe, you can’t remove that dim layer, which isn’t the color of a soul.

Also, the more dust there is, the heavier it becomes. If you don’t believe it, just shake it—oh, and there might also be some mold.

Soon after, the girlfriend broke up with Xu Yun, and on Children’s Day, Xu Yun saw her posting about celebrating the holiday with her daughter on social media.

Hmm...

Of course.

In most cases, the atmosphere in the University of Cambridge library is still very serious.

Eyes return to reality.

Although 1850 predates later ages, 600 years of university history and over 400 years of library history left a vast ocean of heritage.

At this moment, Wheat seemed like a devout believer, earnestly walking past each statue, continuously reciting these names:

"Henry Cavendish...renowned scientist...Peter College..."

"Sir Edward Coke...renowned jurist...Trinity College..."

"Archbishop Thomas Cranmer...renowned theologian...Jesus College..."

"Oliver Cromwell...renowned military and political figure...Sidney Sussex College..."

"John Harvard...founder of Harvard University...Emmanuel College..."

Finally, Wheat’s gaze rested on a sharp-eyed young man:

"Isaac Newton, the greatest scientist in human history...Trinity College."

Suddenly.

Wheat thought of something, turned and said to Xu Yun:

"Mr. Luo, do you think Mr. Thomson and Senior Sister Aveline might be included here in the future?"

Xu Yun decisively nodded, though he wasn’t familiar with Aveline, the Thomson in the original timeline was indeed among them:

"Yes, they both come from outstanding colleges, I think it’s highly possible."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"Maxwell, actually, I think you could also become one of them."

"Me?"

Wheat pointed a finger at himself in surprise, instinctively wanting to deny it.

However, after his mouth moved a few times, he scratched his head awkwardly and said softly:

"I hope there’s a day...being placed behind Archbishop Thomas Cranmer would make me content."

Xu Yun shook his head with a smile, not saying more.

Silly child.

In later ages, forget Thomas Cranmer.

Among all the statues at the University of Cambridge, there’s only one Little Niu ahead of you.

Even your admired Mr. Thomson can only be seven positions behind, watching you, the Scottish genius with whom he shared a few nights.

Subsequently, Xu Yun motioned for Wheat to continue onward, passing through the corridor and into another door.

This door led to the South Wing Hall of the library, also known as the tower on the seventh floor.

As soon as they entered.

Xu Yun and Wheat saw a solemn-looking man in a tailcoat.

This man’s appearance somewhat resembled James from Conan, with a square face, a tuft of bangs on his right forehead, and a thick, eight-shaped mustache.

Upon seeing them, the man firmly yet politely stopped them:

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment."

In 1850, the University of Cambridge didn’t allow free tours like later generations, so the administrators, while lacking the duties of taking photos, were also responsible for identity verification:

"Gentlemen, the library is only open to students of the university. Do you have your student IDs?"

Wheat and Xu Yun both nodded.

They took out the student IDs that Aveline had conveniently given them yesterday and handed them over.

The middle-aged man first glanced at Xu Yun’s student ID, somewhat awkwardly reading the name:

"luo...luo.... naked seam?"

Xu Yun’s mouth twitched:

"Sir, it’s Luo Feng..."

"Apologies..."

The middle-aged man apologized while ready to return Xu Yun’s student ID but then paused:

"Wait, Luo Feng? Are you the Eastern person who returned Mr. Newton’s handwritten letter?"

After speaking, he thought of something, quickly taking Wheat’s student ID:

"James Clerk Maxwell..."

Xu Yun shrugged at Wheat, indicating that the Harry Potter drama was about to unfold again.

Sure enough.

The middle-aged man straightened his expression, elegantly adjusted his collar, and extended his hand to Wheat:

"Student Maxwell, Student Luo Feng, welcome to the University of Cambridge library, I am the library’s administrator, Alesia Hefes."

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