And as for Henry Bolton, who had never left the mountain gate before, although his cultivation was frighteningly high, he had never experienced the bustling world. In such a strange environment, it was inevitable for him to feel a bit uneasy. Now, having met such a naturally friendly and enthusiastic classmate, even though he looked a bit unattractive, Henry Bolton was still very happy. He imitated Abraham Lincoln and hooked his arm around Abraham Lincoln's chubby shoulder. Then, after asking a rather impatient senior, they found out where to register and headed off together, arms linked, toward the registration site.

The registration site was at the sports plaza. By the time Henry Bolton and the others arrived, it was already packed with people. It was nearly noon by the time they finished registering, and with the dorm room key in hand, they headed toward the dormitory building. As it turned out, Henry Bolton and Abraham Lincoln really were fated to meet—they ended up in the same dorm room, 203, and even as bunkmates. However, Abraham Lincoln had the top bunk, which made the other four roommates break out in a cold sweat for Henry Bolton.

There were six people in the dorm in total. Aside from Henry Bolton, the others were all from different parts of Zhejiang: Andrew Bolton, Robert Thompson, Charles Morgan, and Peter Brooks were the names of the other four.

“Fellow classmates, it’s rare for us to have the chance to gather together like this. Lunch is on me!” After getting to know everyone, Abraham Lincoln realized his family was the only one with some money, so he rolled his small eyes and started a little “money diplomacy.”

“Great!” Since someone was treating, the young guys were more than happy to accept, and the proposal passed unanimously. Although Henry Bolton had long since transcended worldly desires, the lively and passionate atmosphere made him feel a warmth and closeness he had never experienced before, so he joined in without a second thought.

Chapter 13: So This Is How Ignorant I Am

They had lunch at a small restaurant on campus, where everyone got to know each other even better. They ranked themselves by age, and since Abraham Lincoln was born the earliest in the year, he became the “big brother,” which made him so happy he could hardly contain himself. Next was Robert Thompson as number two, Charles Morgan as number three, and although Henry Bolton was already a full hundred years old, he could only go by the date on his ID and ended up as number four. After that came Andrew Bolton and Peter Brooks. After lunch, they strolled around campus, rowed a boat on the school’s Huajia Lake, then went to the academic office to pick up their textbooks, bought some pots, pans, and other daily necessities, tidied up the dorm, and got ready for classes the day after tomorrow! Everything went smoothly, except that after Henry Bolton received his textbooks and flipped through a few pages, he stared blankly for a long time. Honestly, it was no wonder—having grown up deep in the mountains, how could Henry Bolton possibly understand those chemical symbols, English letters, or the profound knowledge of advanced mathematics?

The next day, as per tradition, the school leaders gave a speech to all the new students in the auditorium in the morning. The speech was so boring that even the meditation master Henry Bolton felt like he was about to lose it, so you can imagine how much the new students suffered on their first day! In the afternoon, the homeroom teacher and counselor led everyone around campus to get familiar with the environment and had everyone introduce themselves. With his ordinary looks and rustic clothes, Henry Bolton didn’t leave much of an impression—except that everyone thought he looked like a country bumpkin! There were thirty students in the class, and since it was a science class, there weren’t many girls—only eight. Among the girls, there were neither beauties nor “super dinosaurs,” just very average girls. But Henry Bolton noticed that all the boys were quite satisfied with this situation. Rumor had it that in the previous two years, there was a class with only two girls, and both were “dinosaur-level.” So, with eight decently average girls in Henry Bolton’s class, the boys were already thanking their lucky stars.

After a day of activities, everyone received their class schedules. Since tomorrow was the first day of classes, the dormmates were all very diligent and actively prepared their books for class. Robert Thompson and Charles Morgan even did some previewing. There were only morning classes the next day: one was advanced mathematics, and the other was inorganic chemistry. Henry Bolton also wanted to preview these two subjects, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make any sense of them. He could only put the books away and decide to figure things out after attending class the next day.