Gong Ruini pushed open the dormitory door and saw that someone had already placed things on her assigned bed.

"Isn’t this Bed No. 2?" Cai Meina was a bit displeased. Initially, she had asked someone to help find a good dormitory for her daughter and assign a decent bed.

Unexpectedly, it’s now been taken by someone else, and not even the bottom bunk but the top one instead. How could Cai Meina be happy? If it weren’t for considering her teacher’s identity, she would have exploded.

Gong Ruzhi couldn’t care less, "Isn’t No. 2 my sister’s?"

"How did it become someone else’s?" Gong Ruzhi was naturally upset, "Is there no more order?"

Gong Ruini was also quite angry; how could someone be so excessive, leaving her fearful for her four years of university dormitory life.

Zhao Xuran thought of the same point, "Where’s the person?"

The people nearby were already intimidated by Gong Ruini’s stance, "They went out to eat."

Eating? Zhao Xuran laughed, "The arrangements the school makes should be followed."

"After all, it’s a law program; if we don’t follow the school’s rules right now, will we adhere to legal guidelines later?"

"Although this is a trivial matter, just a bed, should we demand whatever we fancy later?"

"Changing a bed without greeting anyone, are we supposed to accept it just like that?"

"If anyone saw their bed taken by someone else, would they feel happy?"

Initially, some of the freshmen thought Gong Ruini acted a bit excessively, but after Zhao Xuran spoke, they felt it was reasonable.

If it happened to them, they’d probably be upset, easing their expressions a lot. They slightly adjusted their attitude towards Gong Ruini, as her family’s combat capabilities were strong.

"Mom and Dad, Ni Zi, you all rest on the side; we’ll handle this." Zhao Xuran went through this every school start, so dealing with these chores was no burden at all.

In no time, the upper bunk was tidied up, and the items from the bottom bed were moved up.

As for the boxes, no need to mention them, they became another, "Really good at considering themselves."

Looking at the boxes piled high, Zhao Xuran felt speechless, sighing inwardly. Due to her height, even with a stool, reaching the top box was challenging for Gong Ruini.

"The boxes need replacing too," Gong Ruzhi shouted, "My sister is the youngest here; this is too much."

Ah, the other roommates were a bit surprised, thinking Gong Ruini seemed quite young. However, claiming she’s the youngest here wasn’t thoroughly agreed upon; she might just have a baby face.

"How old are you?" Someone asked.

"I’m 16." Only now did Gong Ruini realize she had been so occupied by the bed issue she hadn’t introduced herself yet.

"I’m Gong Ruini, from Bed No. 2, 16 years old, and my family is in Beijing." Gong Ruini started with her self-introduction.

Some felt her name was familiar until someone suddenly asked, "Are you this year’s Beijing college entrance exam top scorer?"

Before Gong Ruini answered, Gong Ruzhi proudly replied, "Yes, my sister, she is Beijing’s top-scoring student and ranks third nationwide." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

A familiar gasp was heard. Students at Jing University generally don’t have poor grades, but no one expected this young girl to have scored so highly.

"Impressive."

"Indeed, impressive."

"Not really, I just read more books." Gong Ruini didn’t dare arrogantly accept the praise, her excellent scores largely due to her time-traveling advantage.

About to embark on a new journey in a field she hadn’t experienced in her past life, Gong Ruini preferred to remain low-key to avoid various judgments.

"Still impressive," a big-eyed, round-faced girl said, "I’m Gao Jing, 20 years old, from Dalian, living in Bed No. 3."

Nearby, a slim girl at least 168 cm tall admired, "I’m Huang Yawen, 21 years old, from Nanjing, living in Bed No. 5," pointing to the section diagonally above Gong Ruini.

Wow, Nanjing—Gong Ruini’s first reaction was, "The saltwater duck is great."

"Right, I brought one this time; let’s eat together." Huang Yawen had a great impression of Gong Ruini, sensing she was another foodie.

Nanjing had many famous places, yet Gong Ruini immediately mentioned saltwater duck.

"Sure, thank you. Last time I passed through Nanjing, I wanted to visit, to see Xuanwu Lake outside the station." Unsure if the lake looks good now, Gong Ruini liked arriving early at the station and relaxing by it after traveling through Nanjing in future times.

"My home is by Xuanwu Lake, visit next time." Huang Yawen unexpectedly found out Gong Ruini had passed through Nanjing.

She had never left Nanjing before.

"I’m Liu Yun from Quanzhou," a girl spoke with a Minnan accent, slim and about 160 cm with a healthy complexion, "I’m 20 years old, living in Bed No. 8."

"Quanzhou is a great place, the Tieguanyin tea is excellent." Gong Ruini reminisced, "Drinking that tea, I’ve never gained weight."

Oh, she knows Tieguanyin? Impressive. Liu Yun was surprised, given that Nanjing, a major city with historical importance, would be well-known, but Quanzhou was a small locale.

Gong Ruini disagreed, "The Maritime Silk Road started in Quanzhou; it was very prosperous in ancient times."

Wow, really? She knows this? Liu Yun, from Quanzhou, was aware but didn’t expect a Northerner to know these details, impressive.

"It was in a history book." Gong Ruini remained humble.

History indeed covers it, but who pays attention among the vast array of events over thousands of years? Even though the Maritime Silk Road wasn’t as bustling as the Western Silk Road.

"I’m Qiao Yanran, 21 years old, from Chengdu. Bed No. 7." A girl with smooth skin, not tall but quite solid, spoke with a spicy flair.

Wow, Sichuan—to Gong Ruini, it immediately sparked appetite, "Sichuan’s pickles are great. Do you know how to make them?"

Having tried making them before, she felt her Sichuan-style pickles lacked the flavor locals achieved; she couldn’t miss this chance.

Uh, Qiao Yanran looked at the excited Gong Ruini, shocked, "You know pickles?"

"Yes, how do you make them? I’ve tried but feel they fall short." Right there, Gong Ruini began discussing Sichuan cuisine with her.

Zhao Xuran looked at the enthusiastic Ni Zi, wanting to say, Ni Zi, before, you said you’d maintain an aloof image at school, what happened?

He could only hope the excited Gong Ruini wouldn’t regret it later.