Chapter 387: Chapter 383: What the Heck? Archaeology Department

This outfit is only fit to be taken out to see the sun and knocked around a bit.

Wash...

For the next month, don’t even think about wearing these clothes.

They’re all frozen into ice lumps.

...

After Wen Ran enrolled, she never really looked at which category she was in.

She was about to attend a class meeting, and when Yun Miao asked Wen Ran about her department, Wen Ran was clueless, "Huh? Do we already need to know our major now?"

She remembered that when she initially applied, she chose Chinese Language and Literature.

However, after entering the university, she talked with quite a few people.

Only then did she realize that applying for a major and being accepted by the school only proved that you belonged to the school, not necessarily to that major.

There were also things like allocation adjustments.

Wen Ran thought that after arriving at the school, they’d make another unified announcement.

But it seems not~

"Yes, indeed."

Yun Miao was a little puzzled, "Didn’t the teacher who gave you the key mention this the other day when you registered?"

Wen Ran: "..."

Mentioned it?

She wasn’t quite sure.

At the time, she was just focused on experiencing the excitement and savoring some Longjing and Biluochun teas, where would she have the mind to listen to what her major was?

Taking a deep breath, Wen Ran admitted frankly, "I forgot."

"It’s okay," Yun Miao laughed, "Remember that folder they gave you earlier? Take it out; I’ll help you find it."

"Wait a sec."

She opened the cabinet and took out the folder.

Wen Ran chuckled, "If I remember correctly, it should be the Chinese Language Department. That’s what I chose when applying."

"Oh dear!"

Yun Miao, also quick-tempered, watched as Wen Ran struggled to untangle the string tied around the leather folder, unwinding it for ages without success.

Impatiently, she reached out, and in just a few moves, she untangled it.

Then, she took out the nameplate inside, turned it around, and saw three big characters engraved on the back.

Archaeology Department.

Yun Miao: "...?"

She stuttered, "No, are you in Archaeology?"

Wen Ran: "???"

She doubted her memory was failing.

"How could it be," Wen Ran’s eyes widened, "I chose Chinese Language and Literature."

Wen Ran couldn’t believe it, thinking Yun Miao was joking with her.

She reached out and grabbed the nameplate.

She turned it over and took a closer look.

But indeed, the nameplate read Archaeology Department.

Wen Ran: "..."

What difference is there between this and a bolt from the blue?

Does this mean she’ll have to deal with tombs every day from now on?

With a small brush, dust-covered, brushing endlessly every day!

As Wen Ran was plunged into despair, over in the Archaeology Department’s office, there was a wave of joy.

"Ahahaha! It’s been three days, three whole days, and I haven’t received any requests for major changes. What does this mean?

It means our new junior has decided to stay!"

"Honestly, don’t you think she’ll be upset that we impulsively changed her preference?"

Speaking was a petite girl with two bun hairstyles, one on each side.

She smacked her lips, "After all, Chinese Language and Literature and Archaeology, one can’t say they’re the same, they’re completely unrelated!"

"Oh, listen to you. When they were admitted, it was said upfront that they should comply with the adjustments.

What are you worried about?"

Anyway, as long as they resolutely denied it, what could anyone do about it?

"Speaking of, why suddenly bring in a female student, does she have a strong background?"

"It’s not a strong background, it’s a strong fortitude. Rest assured, the place we’ve been struggling with before, who knows, she might come and everything will naturally fall into place."

"What? You can’t be serious..."

"Hmph! Anything is possible."

... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Wen Ran only freaked out for a little bit before quickly giving up.

It didn’t matter; she’s slacking off no matter where she is.

As long as there are many people in the Archaeology Department, she won’t stand out.

When the boat gets to the pier-head, it will naturally go straight; there’s no use thinking too much right now...

Wen Ran adopted a Buddhist-like calm, while next to her Shen Ruoli rare for once remained quiet, even displaying a pensive look.

She looked at Wen Ran, even scrutinized her, then nodded in satisfaction after a moment.

Wen Ran noticed and wondered, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Shen Ruoli replied succinctly, "Just thinking that you might actually be quite suitable for the Archaeology Department."

Wen Ran: "What’s that mean?"

"You’ve got a strong build! Even if you go into archaeology, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem for you."

This clearly came from someone who knew the field, so Wen Ran curiously probed, "How do you know?"

"My family lives nearby, heard a thing or two about it," said Shen Ruoli, then added, "Do you like to read in your spare time?"

Choosing honesty over pretending, Wen Ran confessed, "Not really."

Reading doesn’t compare to roaming around the hills, feeling more at ease.

Climbing trees for bird eggs, fishing in rivers.

Isn’t that more comfortable than reading?

"That’s fine," Shen Ruoli explained, "Chinese Language and Literature involves dealing with books all the time.

If you were really studying that major, joking aside, even when you go eat, you’d have to have a book tucked under your arm..."

Just thinking about that state sounded miserable.

Inexplicably, Hongguo’s image appeared in Wen Ran’s mind.

Her sister seemed that way, with a book under her arm, studying wherever she went.

Compared to her naturally slacker nature, Hongguo seemed to especially cherish learning opportunities.

"Alright then," by now Wen Ran was entirely at peace with it.

Digging in the dirt every day seemed better than burying her head in books all day.

Taking a deep breath, that night, the freshmen went for evening self-study, and after some inquiries, Wen Ran finally found her way to the Archaeology Department’s classroom.

Good news, she found it.

Bad news, no one was there.

Wen Ran: "..."

The classroom was dark; Wen Ran took a deep breath and told herself not to get angry, not to get angry.

"Damn it!"

Not getting angry would have been a lie!

Finding no one, Wen Ran decided not to wait around.

In frustration, she stomped her foot and turned to leave.

No sooner had she gone than two voices came from the corner.

"Scared me to death. She didn’t notice us, did she?"

"No, if she had, she wouldn’t be acting like this now."

"Xiang Shuang, have some backbone; it’s just a junior student, and she scared you this much?"

Xiang Shuang stood up and rolled her eyes, "I’m not scared; it’s just that I know our mentor is sloppy, and it makes me anxious.

Anyway, before the mentor meets this junior, let’s not get involved."

In truth, Changsun Xi had the same intent.

The shady act was done by the mentor.

Why should the students be blamed for that?

It’s not fair.

Every grievance has a source.

Whoever did the devious deed should answer for it.