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It's about 150 kilometers from the Imperial Capital University to Wuling Mountain.
The bus sped all the way and, after more than three hours, finally arrived within the range of Wuling Mountain.
At this moment, outside the bus.
The sky was overcast, thin dark clouds gradually gathered with the wind, and occasionally a bright flash appeared in the sky, accompanied by the rumble of distant thunder.
The mountains stretched majestically, surrounded by lush greenery and shrouded in mist, looking just like in Wang Wei's poetry: Boundaries among peaks change, differing ravines under different skies.
"Not late at all."
Lin Beichen looked at the weather outside the window with a bright mood. He took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to the consistently lively dorm group chat.
——[F4 Boy Group]——
Lin Beichen: "Picture.JPG."
Lin Beichen: "I'm at Wuling Mountain, should be getting off in about ten minutes."
Han Yuan: "???"
Han Yuan: "I'm envious, really envious!"
