University coursework wasn't much easier than high school, with fixed professional classes every day and various public courses, especially since freshmen even had to attend evening self-study sessions.
However, relatively speaking, there was more freedom.
Everyone could choose the courses and research directions they were interested in, and overall, it was still better than high school.
The first time attending an open class, a particularly young man walked in.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked exceptionally composed.
"This can't be the professor for our class, can it? He looks so young!"
"Impossible, right? How old could he be? Could he be some professor's favorite student here to substitute teach for his mentor?"
"Didn't you look at the professor's information when you chose your courses?"
