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Dragging his suitcase, Lu Zean stepped onto the campus of the renowned university in England, embarking on his exchange study journey. He stood tall and exuded a cool demeanor, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay. Wandering alone through the campus, he immersed himself in the sea of knowledge, diving into the laboratory for research or burying himself in professional books at the library, completely focused.
Local girls were captivated by this mysterious young man from the East. His deep-set eyes, warm features, and unique scholarly charm exuded an alluring magnetism. During class discussions, there were always girls who would shyly approach him, blushing as they attempted to converse in broken Chinese, inviting him to parties or performances. After class, they would eagerly offer him carefully prepared snacks, trying to bridge the gap.
But Lu Zean remained aloof, politely declining their invitations with a distant smile. He would respond in fluent English, apologizing that he had other plans before turning away, leaving no room for further speculation.
Seated in the library of the University of England, Lu Zean found the place quite old-fashioned. The tall bookshelves reached from floor to ceiling, filled with dusty tomes that carried a strong scent of ink and paper. The dim yellow light cast a serene and solemn atmosphere over the room.
Before him lay a hefty professional book filled with dense English text and intricate diagrams that seemed daunting at first glance. However, after a short while, his gaze wandered, and his mind drifted back to the sunlit Training Room back home.
Outside the Training Room, Suzhou was dressed in her training outfit, her slender figure resembling a lively little deer. She practiced her newly learned dance moves in front of a mirror, sweat beads cascading down her forehead as she focused intently on perfecting her movements. Her hair was damp at the temples, yet she seemed oblivious to it all, completely absorbed in her reflection.
As Lu Zean thought about her, a rare smile crept onto his lips—a mix of fondness and nostalgia—as if Suzhou were standing right beside him, murmuring about her dance practice. One moment she would be frowning over a difficult move; the next, she would be beaming with joy after mastering it. Unconsciously, Lu Zean's fingers traced the edges of his book pages gently, reminiscent of how he used to play with Suzhou's hair.
After some time had passed, he snapped back to reality and noticed he hadn’t turned many pages at all. With a sigh of resignation, he looked out the window as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves outside—almost like whispering his innermost thoughts. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and tried to focus on his studies again; however, the words danced mischievously before him, transforming into Suzhou’s smiling face or her worried expression. He struggled to suppress thoughts of her while competing against his longing in this foreign library. Yet after reading only a few lines, his mind drifted back to Suzhou again as he yearned for the day he could return home and hold her close.
Dressed in a sharp suit with an Eastern-patterned tie, Lu Zean stood confidently at the podium in the spacious hall of the University of England. His posture was upright; his face radiated confidence and composure. Behind him on a large screen was projected an iconic image of Fudan University’s entrance and its beautiful campus scenery—bringing forth the vibrant spirit of that distant Eastern institution.
The hall was packed with students and professors from various countries, all eyes fixed on him. Clearing his throat, Lu Zean began to speak in fluent English with a unique cadence: "Dear esteemed guests, it is an honor to stand here representing Fudan University and share our experiences with you." He spoke about Fudan's rich heritage—from its challenging beginnings to its nurturing of countless talents throughout history—his words filled with pride as a Fudan student.
When discussing academics, he shared stories from late-night research sessions in Fudan's laboratories—how they tackled complex problems and broke through technological bottlenecks—with precise yet vivid language that captivated his audience. They listened intently and nodded in approval as he transitioned to painting poetic pictures of ancient China—from reciting Li Bai’s bold verses to describing family reunions during the Spring Festival—enhanced by stunning visuals of Peking Opera masks and intricate paper-cutting art that showcased Eastern charm.
During the interactive segment, faced with sharp questions from the audience, he remained composed and responded clearly with humor and insight. At the end of his speech, he sincerely stated: "Though separated by oceans between China and England, we can connect through academia. May our friendship bridge endure as we walk hand in hand towards the future."
The applause erupted instantly—thunderous and unending—as teachers and students rose to their feet in admiration for this young man from China who had sown seeds of friendship on foreign soil with his talent, grace, and passion—illuminating a brilliant connection between East and West through knowledge and camaraderie.
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