Chapter 502 - 241: Library Visit (6,800 words)

University of Cambridge.

Trinity College.

In the public corridor inside the college.

At this moment, Wheat is walking side by side with Xu Yun.

"Hey, Mr. Luo Feng."

When passing a bend, Wheat finally couldn’t hold back. He gently nudged Xu Yun with his elbow and murmured:

"Mr. Luo Feng, do you feel a bit weird?"

"I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but the seniors have been looking at me strangely along the way..."

Xu Yun glanced at him lightly and said:

"Of course it’s not an illusion, but you got one thing wrong; they’re not looking at you, they’re looking at me."

After saying this.

He turned his head to gaze at a young man who was scrutinizing him.

Their gazes collided.

The young man snorted coldly, turned his head aside, and looked elsewhere.

Seeing this situation.

Xu Yun shook his head with a bitter smile, a hint of self-deprecation curling at the corner of his mouth.

In fact, when he met Jones Bod over an hour ago, he had already sensed something from the other person’s cold attitude:

If he’s guessed correctly.

The rumor about his "backdoor entry" must have spread since last night.

After all, there are not many graduate students at the University of Cambridge, and matters like courses and accommodation usually involve personal information, making it unavoidable for news to spread.

Thus, Xu Yun naturally transformed from the identity of a junior/alumnus into a generator of disdain.

As for why these onlookers can immediately recognize him...

Just kidding.

How many Eastern People are there at the University of Cambridge right now?

Even including those of Indian descent, there might not be more than three, right?

In such circumstances, recognizing Xu Yun is truly too easy.

In fact, for the students of the University of Cambridge, Xu Yun being able to deliver Little Niu’s handwritten letter to Trinity College was originally a very exciting and joyous event.

If Xu Yun’s demand was merely monetary compensation, almost no one would despise him; he might even receive immense gratitude.

But Xu Yun did otherwise.

He used it to gain a graduate admission slot, which irritated many Cambridge students who are extremely proud of their own identity.

To borrow a famous saying from Qiao Feng:

"I, Xiao Mou, am a fine man, and I share fame with a person like you?"

Such occurrences are also very common in the author circles of later generations.

Some authors who have risen to prominence by manipulating data, even if they enter elite groups or become renowned, are still ostracized by other Boss figures.

Fortunately, Xu Yun has already gone through two Dungeons and was frequently scorned before being officially accepted by Little Niu and Old Su. Hence, his mindset remains relatively stable.

Speaking of which.

With such high-intensity disdain, one wonders if over time someone at the University of Cambridge might truly awaken a Byakugan or Sharingan?

Xu Yun then adjusted his breathing slightly, and continued moving southeast with Little Niu.

After passing through several buildings and being watched by arrays of disdain, the two finally arrived outside a square-shaped building.

This building is located on an open space about four or five hundred meters from the Mathematics Bridge, square and nondescript, resembling an overturned shoebox.

The south side of the building features a protruding tower that rises like an antenna, standing as the most eye-catching area of the entire structure.

The height of the tower is approximately seven stories, while the rest of the building is three stories.

With familiarity, Xu Yun led Wheat to the building entrance, pushing open the heavy revolving door.

As the door swayed open.

Jingle jingle.

With the sound of the wind chimes.

A passageway of about seven to eight meters appeared suddenly before Xu Yun and Wheat.

On either side of the passageway are more than ten statues of historical figures, their gazes ranging from resolute, gentle, to sharply focused straight ahead.

A scent of paper mingled with rotting wood permeates their nostrils, while the magnificent Tudor Dynasty chandelier overhead sways precariously, manifesting the Gothic architectural interior style perfectly.

Xu Yun and Wheat seemed to step into a historical passage, abruptly sliding into the sealed-off medieval era.

This is the sacred ground of the University of Cambridge, the Cambridge Library.

As is known.

The University of Cambridge has a total of 140 libraries, but only one can truly be called the ’University Library.’

That is the ’University Library’ near King’s College Chapel.

Indeed.

Its real name is simply ’University Library’, straightforward and clear.

This library was established in 1424 and is also one of the largest libraries in the world.

Originally, its collections relied on donations and were limited in quantity.

But in 1709.

Following the suggestion of an anonymous lord, a legal requirement was established that all books published in the United Kingdom must send a copy to this library, leading to a substantial increase in its collections.

Today, it contains over six million books, including many celebrities’ dissertations, manuscripts, as well as 100,000 volumes of Chinese books.

This was also Xu Yun’s favorite place to linger during his time as an exchange student at Cambridge in his previous life.

To Xu Yun.

During his initial visits to the University Library, rather than saying it was for studying or borrowing books, it was more akin to a ceremony of reverence.

Walking between narrow, dimly lit bookshelves, the silent covers would compel even his breath to deepen into tranquility.

Worrying you might disturb your fellow students immersed in the sea of books, even more so you’d worry about disturbing those immortal souls below the floor amid the pages.

Xu Yun is not one to indulge in petty bourgeois sentiments, but even he couldn’t deny that wandering in the corridor on a sunny afternoon is indeed a kind of enjoyment.

Perhaps back in the day, that Snake Monster at Hogwarts wandered campus with the same thought in mind.