Chapter 576: Zhang 263 The Second Interviewee (8.4K)

In the dormitory.

Clap!

Xu Yun first placed a book about five centimeters thick on the table, then dusted his hands off and turned to Xiao Mai, asking:

"Maxwell, where is your first undergraduate class held?"

Xiao Mai was just pouring water into his thermos with a gurgling sound. Upon hearing the question, he paused and, after pondering for a moment, said:

"In the Holie classroom."

"Holie classroom?"

Xu Yun blinked, nodded thoughtfully:

"It seems that for our first class, we’ll have to attend separately."

Readers who studied at the University of Cambridge in 1850 all know.

Due to the small number of admissions in 1850, the graduate programs at the University of Cambridge were not as detailed as they were in later years.

Currently, looking across all the colleges at Cambridge offering graduate courses, there are only the following six categories of graduate programs:

Theology, Mathematics, Linguistics, Philosophy, Humanities, Natural Sciences.

The degree exams for Linguistics, Philosophy, and Humanities are collectively categorized under Moral Sciences.

Physics, Chemistry, and Biology fall under the Natural Sciences category.

To be honest.

Among all these subjects, Xu Yun’s favorite is still Natural Sciences.

Firstly, it’s professionally aligned.

Secondly, there’s also the presence of the great Faraday.

Unfortunately, his mentor Stock is the Lucas Professor at Cambridge, so he can only temporarily defect to the Mathematics program to dabble in symbols.

Of course.

Graduate students in the Mathematics Department also have the opportunity to attend Natural Sciences and even Humanities courses, but the frequency is relatively low.

According to the information Xu Yun gathered from Old Tang.

This year, the University of Cambridge has enrolled a total of 227 graduate students, divided into 11 colleges.

Among them, the college with the fewest, Gonville and Caius College, has enrolled 17 people, while the one with the most, Downing College, has enrolled 38 people, averaging between 25-35.

As for Trinity College...

It’s pretty standard, with only 29 graduate students.

This year, Trinity College has offered four major programs: Theology, Mathematics, Philosophy, and Natural Sciences, with Language and Humanities only as electives.

The Mathematics Department that Xu Yun ’chose’ has a total of 12 people, making it the largest program in the college in terms of numbers.

After all, in the classical education system, Mathematics is the most important and the most genuine subject—you either know it or you don’t.

But today is, after all, the first day of school, so the first class scheduled is not Mathematics, but the history of Cambridge.

Initially, Xu Yun thought this would be a class attended by both new undergraduates and graduate students, but it turned out they were actually separated.

But upon careful thought, it’s quite normal.

Firstly, the University of Cambridge doesn’t have many lecture halls; small classes are the most common teaching mode.

Secondly...

The number of professors in Humanities at the University of Cambridge far exceeds that of other disciplines.

If they don’t find something for certain people to do, they’d be living off their paychecks without working.

Such things are also quite common in later generations, so there’s no need to elaborate further.

After organizing the relevant books.

Xu Yun glanced at the clock on the wall and left the dormitory with Xiao Mai.

The classroom he needs to go to today is located in the teaching building behind the Trinity Chapel, which is in the opposite direction of Xiao Mai’s Holie classroom.

Therefore, after leaving the dormitory building, they parted ways at the hallway entrance.

The warm winter sun felt pleasant, with the gentle rays filtering through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the pedestrians, and enveloping the surrounding scenery in the sunlight, transforming it into a serene and beautiful picture.

However, at this moment, Xu Yun’s mind wasn’t as poetic.

He was staring at the thick mathematics book in his hand, with a certain idea floating in his mind:

Could he find a chain to string this book together and carry it?

A book five centimeters thick is too damn heavy to hold in hand....

If he could use an iron chain to string it, he could hang it on his shoulder to save some effort, and it could also be used to reason with someone in case of danger...

Just as Xu Yun was muttering to himself.

Suddenly, a somewhat awkward English voice sounded by his ear, as if there was a lump of phlegm stuck in the throat:

"Hello, Mr. Luo Feng."

Xu Yun turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

To his right, about four or five meters away, stood a person who looked like a Great Han version of Li Kui with glasses.

In fact, under normal circumstances, Xu Yun was somewhat face-blind towards Europeans.

For instance, while searching for resources, he often mistook Melody for someone else....

But this face in front of him was so distinctive that Xu Yun almost instantly called out the person’s name without any hesitation:

"Mr. Bruch?"

Bruch.

Full name Max Christian Friedrich Bruch.

This was the same German exchange student who stole the show at the opening ceremony, a future musical maestro, the man who would later cause Xu Yun to lose a phone.

Bruch had mentioned during his self-introduction that he was 22 years old and a Theology graduate student at Trinity College, so it wasn’t surprising to see him here.

Moreover, Xu Yun had a reasonably good impression of him because.....

When Xu Yun went on stage to introduce himself, Bruch was one of the few people who applauded.

At that time, under Bruch’s lead, several students around him also politely clapped, helping Xu Yun not to feel too awkward on stage.

Whether it was true friendliness or the ’elegance’ cultivated by literary thought,

Ultimately, in result, it did help Xu Yun out a little.

Seeing Xu Yun call out his name, Bruch looked very pleased, stepping over with two or three strides to Xu Yun:

"Mr. Luo Feng, what a coincidence, have you had lunch yet?"