Super God-Level Top Student

Of course, it couldn't compare in size to the university, it didn't need so many people.

And everyone thought Qiao Ze was sick, naturally, they wouldn't let Qiao Ze partake in work that required interacting with people.

However, for Zhang Zhou, Gu Zhengliang, and Su Mucheng, this wasn't the case at all.

The children's thoughts were simple.

Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang, as class leaders and Qiao Ze's roommates, were very eager to have Qiao Ze welcome the new students, preferably giving some unruly freshmen a taste of their own medicine, letting them know that at the University of Technology's Mathematics College, they should respect their seniors, or else wait to be on the receiving end of a crushing blow from them.

The main idea was the bitterness and pain I had once experienced; it was best if everyone got a taste of that.

Su Mucheng didn't have such petty thoughts; she simply hoped Qiao Ze would interact more with different people, preferably becoming a bit more sociable.

As for Chen Yiwen, he had also signed up for the school's freshman orientation activities. However, he actually hoped Qiao Ze would stay in the research group.

After all, his main reason for participating in the orientation was to pursue the goal he had set earlier, to see if he could meet one or two high-quality female freshmen and initiate a move, in search of a warm and lovely campus romance, or even a heart-wrenching one if it came to that.

Life was all about experiences, after all!

If Qiao Ze also participated in the orientation, it would seriously affect his mood to show off in front of the junior female students.

After all, showing off without any inhibitions, and showing off while having to look around nervously, making sure some big shot wasn't present, felt different.

But you can't twist your arm more powerfully than your thigh.

He had never imagined that those three would actually manage to persuade Qiao Ze, who had agreed and nodded his consent.

The moment Qiao Ze agreed almost refreshed Chen Yiwen's world view.

Are you kidding me?

Since when do scientific research big shots personally welcome new students?

Su Mucheng, that woman, really went over the top.

That's right, as for Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang, Chen Yiwen didn't even take them seriously.

He felt that in Qiao Ze's eyes, these two guys were just bystanders, haven't you seen them not being included when projects are happening?

So, Qiao Ze's agreement must be because of Su Mucheng.

Daji misled the state!

What frustrated Chen Yiwen more was that Su Mucheng arranged for her to accompany Qiao Ze at the School of Mathematics welcome point to answer questions for the newly arriving freshmen. That was the spot Chen Yiwen wanted to be at since it would allow him to review all the new female students arriving at the School of Mathematics.

And naturally get the phone numbers of the freshmen girls he fancied.

But being with Qiao Ze would be no fun.

That all-seeing gaze that even Xu Dajiang couldn't stand, let alone Chen Yiwen.

In the end, Chen Yiwen decided to station himself at the school gate, and upon reflection, it actually had its advantages: this way, his range of choice could become even broader, expanding from the School of Mathematics to the entire school.

After all, as a traditional engineering university, the male-to-female ratio at Xilin University of Technology once fluctuated around 4:1.

Of course, he was still harboring complaints inside; letting Qiao Ze be responsible for answering the freshmen's questions?

What was Su Mucheng thinking?!

...

The reality was almost exactly as Chen Yiwen had imagined.

At the School of Mathematics welcome point, Qiao Ze sat quietly behind the desk, silently soaking in the lively atmosphere around him.

To the left, the Physics College and to the right, the Materials Science College each had two people, but the table set up for the School of Mathematics this time was a little longer, accommodating three people.

This caused some dissatisfaction among students from the other colleges.

After all, everyone else had space for two at their welcome points; why did the School of Mathematics get a three-person spot?

Fortunately, Su Mucheng had a knack for resolving conflicts, and with a few words, she appeased the disgruntled seniors. Moreover, once things got busy, no one had the time to pay attention to the situation on the School of Mathematics' side.

Mainly because no one recognized Qiao Ze; ordinary people wouldn't imagine that the School of Mathematics would have this big shot do such basic welcoming tasks.

Even though Qiao Ze was already quite famous online and within the school.

But there were almost no photos of Qiao Ze to be found on the internet.

For a kid who hadn't integrated well into his high school group and often missed classes, he had left almost no trace of himself during his high school days.

There were indeed bareheaded photos in the files, but those who could access such data generally had no interest in posting Qiao Ze's photos online.

After arriving at Xilin University of Technology, he only interacted with his classmates during class.

The only photo was a group picture with Su Mucheng.

Unfortunately, Su Mucheng's photo did not spread widely.

What circulated the most online were two class photos from Qiao Ze's middle school days, and the uploader indeed specifically circled his location in them.

But firstly, children change drastically over four or five years; secondly, in a group photo of forty or fifty people, unless one is standing in the first row, you can only see the tops of heads. Many people find it hard to recognize even their acquaintances, and Qiao Ze always stood in the back row, even slightly bowing his head, showing only half his face.

When the circled area was enlarged, the image quality was extremely blurry.

So, for the average person to recognize the current Qiao Ze at a glance based on those two photos posted online would be quite a challenge.

...

"...Right, right, you just need to scan this QR code and follow the instructions, let me see, yes, your tuition has been paid online. Bring your payment receipt and go directly to get your campus card..."

Su Mucheng, who was beside Qiao Ze, was busily explaining various matters to the freshmen, and Zhang Zhou on the other side was doing roughly the same.

Almost no one came to inquire at Qiao Ze's station, though.

Actually, there were some...

Just moments ago, a timid girl handed her admission notice to Qiao Ze and was about to ask a question when Qiao pointed to the QR code on the table and simply said, "Scan it, find the Freshman Guide, it's all there."

Then the girl silently put away her notice, scanned the code with her phone, and left.

Fortunately, the ever-observant Zhang Zhou noticed something was amiss, quickly finished with the boy who was asking him questions, and rushed over from behind the desk, warmly emphasizing some key points to the younger student.

After that, not many would come to ask Qiao Ze anything, especially a group of boys, who'd rather queue up at Su Mucheng's station.

Eventually, when the crowd thinned a little, noticing that Su Mucheng and Zhang Zhou had almost finished the water on the table, Qiao Ze stood up.

"Qiao, where are you going?" Su Mucheng asked.

Qiao Ze raised his hand and pointed outside the venue: "To get you two cups of iced tea."

On the way to the gym, Qiao Ze saw that in the small square outside the West Teaching Building, many school clubs and departments were participating in the orientation as well, including the Logistic Department, which had prepared two large containers of iced tea and sour plum juice, available for everyone to take freely.

"Thank you, Qiao," Su Mucheng said with a sweet smile.

See, having Qiao come out and about sure has its perks, he has even learned to be considerate.

Walking through the bustling center of the sports field, a mix of sounds constantly penetrated his ears.

Most of the freshmen were extremely excited at this moment.

The endless chatter invaded his eardrums relentlessly.

"Wow, the campus is really huge."

"Yeah, much bigger than it looks in the pictures!"

...

"By the way, brother, where are you from?"

"Luzhou, you?"

...

"Hey, the photography club outside is offering a free First Day at University photo service. They'll take a commemorative photo for you, and you can download it directly from the official WeChat photo service of the photography club."

"Oh? I'll go check it out later..."

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"Don't disbelieve, but in the United States, they've now launched satellites with resolutions reaching 1 millimeter, you can see people's faces and car license plates clearly from space."

"Really?"

"Of course! My cousin at MIT personally told me on WeChat! His college was involved in the satellite design, could that be fake?"

...

A burst of information suddenly entered Qiao Ze's ears, prompting him to glance at the enthusiastic freshmen, then at their enrollment materials for the Materials Science College, before he quietly walked past.

But for the first time, Qiao Ze felt some doubt about Xilin University of Technology's admission standards.

Didn't high school physics cover the diffraction of light?

Don't they know about the diffraction limit?