Southland University, early morning.
The air carried a chilly bite, lingering over the ground; the trees stood bare and desolate, and even the birds that usually appeared had vanished.
The trees lining both sides of the street had long since lost their green, and from time to time, fallen leaves drifted down.
Woof woof.
A couple of scruffy little dogs occasionally darted about, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the campus.
Tap, tap.
Andrew Han, wearing plain black athletic shoes, strode out of the dormitory, heading toward Southland University's Athletics Hall.
His rhythmic footsteps echoed across the quiet campus.
He was one of the few students up early, though there were others—mostly those preparing for graduate exams, gathering at the library for diligent study.
"Whew, it's really cold today."
"I'm wearing two sweaters and still feel cold. Luckily, the library has the heater on—at least they're considerate about that."
Two male students chatted idly, yawning as they walked.
When they saw Andrew Han pass by in his simple attire, their expressions grew odd. They glanced at him, then exchanged looks—how could he wear so little and not feel cold?
Hiss—ah.
They rubbed their reddened hands, speechless. "That guy is really resistant to the cold."
"Forget it—the national graduate entrance exams are only a week away. The general subjects are fine, but the specialized ones are brutal."
Carrying heavy backpacks, the two hurried off, their figures disappearing into the library's main entrance.
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Outside Southland University's Athletics Hall.
Cold wind swept across the solemn marble surfaces, highlighting the spotless glass doors and accentuating the quiet surroundings.