Looking around, he saw fashionably dressed young men and women everywhere. Luxury cars lined the paths, and a boisterous din filled the air. Standing amongst them with a cheap woven bag, Zhao Dong felt incredibly lonely and out of place...
All new students were greeted by upperclassmen. But because of his worn-out bag, Zhao Dong was practically invisible. He would get occasional glances sizing him up like an oddity. In the following six months, he inevitably became the target of public scorn, an outcast everyone avoided. After all, his family was poor and his clothes were shabby, making him an easy target for contempt.
This continued until one evening when the sky was filled with dark, thunderous clouds streaked with lightning.
Zhao Dong was burying his head in his studies at the library. When he finally looked up, a torrential downpour had enveloped the world outside. He packed his books and hurried toward the dormitory.
