The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

Students at Tsinghua and Peking Universities form a close-knit community, with graduates from these universities addressing each other as "senior" and "junior." Student associations for Tsinghua and Peking Universities can be found all over the world.

Alumni of Tsinghua and Peking Universities frequently organize various gatherings and themed forums, often promoting each other's networks and resources. Most importantly, they are extremely united and supportive of one another. Their outstanding alumni can be found in the business, political, and academic worlds.

From a young age, Shang Yibo knew that his father, mother, and Xichen's mother were all graduates of Tsinghua and Peking Universities. The pride of the older generation inspired him, and he has always been proud of it.

From a young age, he aspired to enter the hallowed halls of Tsinghua and Peking Universities, taking them as his role models and striving to become as outstanding as they were. This pursuit became his life's belief, inspiring him to keep moving forward.

Until two years ago, if it weren't for that accident, he would be one of the students at Tsinghua and Peking Universities today.

It was only before the accident that he discovered that the so-called glory and legacy were nothing but carefully crafted lies.

His unwavering beliefs crumbled overnight. He couldn't accept this cruel reality and felt utterly lost.

Yesterday, they told him another shocking fact: his biological father was also a student at Tsinghua and Peking Universities, and even a respected professor. This news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering Shang Yibo's inner peace.

A professor, a learned scholar dedicated to educating and nurturing students, selfishly abandoned his wife and child in the face of personal gain. This behavior disappointed and was unacceptable to Shang Yibo.

The prestigious universities that the whole country envies are producing selfish and profit-driven people. So this is what "talented people" are like.

He developed deep suspicions about this place. He began to wonder what truth was hidden behind those glamorous labels.

Shang Yibo decided to get to the bottom of it. He wanted to go to Tsinghua and Peking Universities in person, to the place that had once filled him with longing. He wanted to observe with his own eyes, feel with his own heart, and uncover the truth hidden beneath the surface.

He understood that this process might be fraught with difficulties and challenges, and might even bring him more pain and disappointment. But he was prepared; he wanted to seek justice for his mother and find a true answer for himself.

Based on Zhou Yanruo's suggestion, Shang Yibo and Ding Jiajia decided to try to enter Tsinghua and Peking Universities through the West Gate.

"I'll go scout ahead first. You wait here for a moment," Ding Jiajia said to Shang Yibo.

Tsinghua and Peking Universities have a long history. Originally, they only had two entrances and exits, among which the West Gate was once the main gate of the school, carrying a profound historical memory.

The first plaque of Tsinghua and Peking University was hung here. The archway standing at the school gate was specially commissioned by Qi Zhaolin, a national capitalist in the early Republic of China, and was meticulously crafted by royal garden technicians. It is a classical and elegant white marble column-style building, like a guardian of time, quietly telling the story of the school's past.

Standing in front of the gate, Shang Yibo gazed at the weathered archway, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

"Is that person Shang Yibo?"

"You mean the person standing under the old locust tree?"

"It looks a bit like it, but we can't see it clearly from the side. Let's go around and take a look."

"Definitely. Even if I only see his back, I wouldn't mistake him, let alone from the side."

"Is that Shang Yibo? Hehe, why does it look like he has no hair under his hat?"

"If he really has no hair, then it must be him. I heard that the drama he's going to join is set in the late Qing Dynasty, so he has to shave his head."

"I want to see him with a shaved head."

"Hahaha, you have no heart, you're a hater."

Several girls who looked like students were whispering to each other while watching Shang Yibo.

Shang Yibo turned around unintentionally, and his eyes met those of the girls.

Instantly, the girls covered their mouths in excitement, as if afraid their screams would shatter this unexpected surprise. Having met their idol, their eyes were filled with adoration and love for Shang Yibo.

Shang Yibo glanced at the bustling crowd around him, fearing that if the girls shouted, a blockade would break out again, just like the scene at the Octagonal Pavilion on Yangxi Road a few days ago.

Shang Yibo raised his hand and made a 'stop' gesture.

The girls immediately became well-behaved, pushing and shoving each other as if discussing who should speak to Shang Yibo.

Finally, a round-faced girl was pushed to the front. She looked a little nervous, but she still mustered up her courage and stepped forward, timidly asking, "Are you Shang Yibo?"

Shang Yibo nodded and replied simply, "Yes."

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, the girls became excited again. They covered their mouths, but couldn't help letting out screams of "Ahhh!" through their fingers.

Shang Yibo made a 'stop' gesture again, signaling them to be quiet.

Several girls stood a few steps away from Shang Yibo, surrounding him. Shang Yibo stood there, feeling extremely uncomfortable. To avoid being stared at by the girls, he had no choice but to walk towards the ancient and lush locust tree.

He stood facing the big tree, at least that way he could block one side and not be surrounded by girls. At this moment, Ding Jiajia was standing at the gate negotiating with the security guard, but after a long discussion, the guard still wouldn't let her into the campus. Frustrated, she was about to leave empty-handed when, as she turned around, she saw that scene: Shang Yibo was standing with his back to her, facing the big tree, surrounded by several girls, the whole scene both awkward and somewhat comical.

"After all that talking, the security guards still won't let us in," Ding Jiajia said softly as she approached Shang Yibo.

"Let's get out of here first, then we'll figure something out," Shang Yibo said helplessly.

As soon as he turned around, the round-faced girl who had asked him earlier, "Are you Shang Yibo?" walked over and said, "Do you want to go to school? I can take you in."

Ding Jiajia immediately replied, "Can you take us into the school? Tsinghua or Peking University?"

"Yes, we have access cards."

"Is it allowed to bring strangers into the school? That's not allowed, is it?"

The female student lacked social experience and oversimplified things.

Another tall girl chimed in, "That won't work. I have an idea."

"Tell me, tell me," several girls crowded around, all wanting to help.

The tall girl said, "Our drama club has a rehearsal this afternoon, so we invited Mr. Shang Yibo to give us professional guidance on the lines."

"No, no, you need a permit from the school administration office to enter the school and your identity needs to be verified."

"Identity verification is easy. Just have Mr. Shang Yibo take off his mask. Who wouldn't recognize a big star like him?"

"I think we should use this method to confirm his identity, and then say that the procedures are being processed and we will give him the rest later."

"Of course it's possible. The purpose of setting up security guards is to prevent unauthorized people from entering the school and disrupting order. Our teacher Yibo is not an unauthorized person."

"Exactly, exactly, we can't invite them even if we wanted to normally."

The girls ignored Shang Yibo and Ding Jiajia's presence and made their decision without consulting them.

"Should we go into the school with them?" Ding Jiajia asked Shang Yibo for his opinion.

Shang Yibo thought to himself, "It doesn't seem quite right to get into school this way. Besides, even if I got in, what could I do? Sigh... It was just a momentary impulse."

He shook his head and whispered to Ding Jiajia, "Let's go."