In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

December 25th, a chilly morning.

The biting north wind swept through the row of bare branches in front of the training dormitory building of Kyoto Foreign Language Institute, making a howling sound.

Yang Guangming tightened his slightly thin cotton coat and stepped into the familiar building once again.

Unlike the unfamiliarity and anticipation of their first arrival more than a month ago, this time, the air was filled with a more somber atmosphere, a mixture of sorrow at parting, trepidation about the unknown future, and a heavy sense of mission to shoulder important responsibilities, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

The dormitory corridors were noisier than usual, where fifty-two students who were about to embark on their journeys gathered. They came from all over the country, ranging in age from their early twenties to their forties, and their professional backgrounds covered physics, chemistry, engineering, computer science, and even social sciences. Yet, they shared a common goal and similar solemn expressions.

This is a carefully selected group of people who carry the expectations of a certain era.

The registration process was conducted outside a temporary office on the second floor, and was simple and efficient.

The staff members, with serious expressions and quick movements, checked the identity information, then distributed uniform dark blue travel attire, followed by the collection of the final itinerary and that crucial brown paper document bag.

The document bag I received was quite heavy.

Yang Guangming walked to a quieter corner and carefully opened the door.

Inside, neatly packed, were: a dark green passport, the photo showing a youthful yet determined gaze; a confirmed connecting flight ticket from Beijing to New York via Paris; a thin envelope containing a small amount of emergency US dollars exchanged according to regulations—a small denomination, yet feeling exceptionally precious; and a detailed "Precautions for Traveling Abroad" and "Emergency Contact Information," worded precisely and clearly.

Yang Guangming took a deep breath, carefully zipped up the document bag, and put it into the innermost layer of his handbag.

Among the waiting crowd, he reunited with several classmates from the same training program.

There were no warm greetings, just nods and firm handshakes. The exchange of glances conveyed a clear understanding of the road ahead and mutual encouragement.

Zheng Guotao was still thin, but behind his thick glasses, his gaze was more resolute than ever. He walked over, patted Yang Guangming's shoulder firmly, and said in a low voice, "When we get there, we won't know anyone or anything, so let's look out for each other." His words were simple, yet they carried immense weight.

Yang Guangming nodded emphatically and replied, "Definitely. Let's keep in touch when we have the chance."

No specific activities were scheduled for the day; it was mainly about packing personal belongings and making final preparations.

The organization repeatedly emphasized the need to travel as lightly as possible to save precious foreign exchange shipping costs, but everyone's luggage was still packed full. In addition to essential clothes and toiletries, there were more professional books, reference materials, thick notebooks, and small thoughts from home—perhaps a few candies stuffed in by their mothers, or a photo of their beloved.

Yang Guangming's suitcase was purchased before the trip abroad; it was dark brown, made of artificial leather, and not very large.

He carefully laid out the two sharp, dark suits that had been specially made for his trip abroad; these were the face of the nation, representing its image.

The remaining space is occupied by several core professional notes, basic textbooks, and a thick English-Chinese dictionary.

Finally, he carefully wrapped the family photo and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pressing it tightly against his chest.

In the photo, his parents smile kindly, and Lin Jianyue stands beside him, her eyes crinkling with joy. This small image serves as an emotional anchor for him during his long voyage.

At night, the dormitory building was brightly lit, yet unusually quiet. No one spoke loudly; the usual debates and laughter during training breaks were gone.

Most trainees silently checked their luggage one last time, afraid of forgetting any important items, or leaned over their bedside tables, writing their last letter home by the dim light before leaving.

The scratching sound of the pen nib across the letter paper became the main melody of the night.

Yang Guangming also picked up his pen and laid out paper. He first wrote a long letter to his parents, detailing his contact information after arrival (to be relayed by the overseas office), preliminary arrangements, and his words were filled with longing and entrustment. He also tried his best to soothe his family's worries, repeatedly emphasizing that the organization was taking good care of them and that they could rest assured.

Then, he wrote another letter to Lin Jianyue separately. The letter to her was written with more delicate strokes, recalling the reluctance at parting, describing his current feelings, and also looking forward to the future, promising to write regularly to report on his academic progress.

He knew that the two letters would soon arrive in Shanghai, becoming the first comfort and concern for his family and lover.

After writing the letter, he sealed the envelope, affixed the precious stamp, went downstairs to the mailbox, and solemnly dropped it in, as if completing an important ritual.

On December 26th, before dawn, the waning moon still hung in the sky, and the stars were sparse.

The 52 students had already assembled and, under the guidance of their teachers, silently and orderly loaded their luggage onto the bus to the airport.

Kyoto outside the car window was still asleep. The streetlights were dim and the light seemed hazy in the cold air. Occasionally, early risers would hurry by, wrapped in thick cotton coats and hunching their necks, casting curious glances at the convoy.

The car's heater wasn't working properly; breath turned to frost. No one spoke; the atmosphere was as solemn as if they were about to embark on a secret mission.

Everyone knew that this trip meant leaving their homeland and heading to a completely unfamiliar world filled with different ideologies and lifestyles, with a return date at least one or two years away.

Some people gazed at the familiar street scene outside the window, their eyes revealing deep reluctance; others closed their eyes to rest, trying to calm the turmoil in their hearts.

The farewell at the airport was simple and restrained, with no flowers or noisy processions.

Several leaders from relevant departments came and gave a brief farewell speech. Their tone was solemn, and they reiterated the importance of discipline, mission, and expectations—"Study hard and serve the country" was the core theme.

The leader shook hands with each person to say goodbye; his warm and strong hands conveyed an unspoken message.

There was no family member seeing them off, which was both a rule and a way to avoid a lot of emotional turmoil, but the deep-seated sorrow of parting still lingered in everyone's heart.

After passing through a strict and somewhat lengthy security check, and stepping onto the cold cement floor, Yang Guangming followed the group into the cabin of a Boeing 707 passenger plane belonging to the civil aviation industry, with bright national flags painted on its fuselage.

As he stepped into the cabin, put away his carry-on luggage, and sat down in the window seat, he took one last look back at the land outlined by the faint light of dawn.

Farmland, houses, and roads gradually became blurred.

Although there was a thousand regrets in my heart, for my family and my homeland, there was also a resolute determination, a sense of "once the arrow is released, there is no turning back."

The plane began to taxi and accelerate amidst a deafening roar, finally defying gravity and soaring proudly towards the clouds dyed golden red by the rising sun.

The intense push-back sensation firmly presses everyone into their seats, as if pushing everything in the past away at lightning speed.

Through the narrow porthole, the scenery on the ground grew smaller and smaller, with rivers like ribbons and fields like grids, until finally they were completely obscured by thick, continuous clouds.

The motherland gradually disappeared from sight.

Yang Guangming leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his turbulent emotions.

The constant, low roar of the engine filled my ears, and the distinctive smells of aviation fuel and cabin interior lingered in my nostrils.

He subconsciously touched the family photo in the inner pocket, drawing warmth and strength from it.

The long transoceanic flight began.

Inside the cabin, there was initially a suppressed sense of novelty and excitement.

Many people peered curiously through the portholes at the seemingly boundless, soft, white sea of ​​clouds below, and the dazzling halo of light on the distant horizon.

The flight attendants wore uniforms, had gentle expressions but spoke little, and served simple meals and drinks.

But as time went on, the discomfort from the cramped seats, the oppressive feeling of being in a confined space for a long time, and the gradually creeping jet lag fatigue began to erode everyone's energy.

The cabin gradually quieted down, and the roar of the engine became more prominent, omnipresent like background noise.

Some people started trying to read the distributed English newspapers, some flipped through professional materials, and many more chose to close their eyes and rest, but their furrowed brows showed that they had not really fallen asleep.

Yang Guangming would sometimes flip through the abstracts of a few English papers on computer system architecture that he carried with him, and sometimes gaze out the window in a daze, repeatedly sorting out and simulating his initial plans after arriving in the United States.

The flight made a refueling stop at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, and allowed passengers to board and disembark.

As the plane landed, you could see a completely different foreign landscape through the porthole.

The airport is large in scale, and its facilities appear modern yet cold.

In the distance, the spires of some Gothic buildings can be faintly seen. Inside the airport, the bustling crowd is mostly blond and blue-eyed, dressed in various fashionable styles, and conversations in various languages ​​are mixed together.

All of this clearly reminds everyone that we are now on another continent, in a different civilization.

Some students heading to European countries, such as the UK, Germany, and France, disembarked here. On the tarmac, personnel from the Chinese Embassy in France were already waiting to greet them with eye-catching signs.

The simple farewell took place at the bottom of the gangway, with handshakes, tight hugs, and wishes of "take care" and "good luck in your studies."

Yang Guangming shook hands with several classmates who were going to Europe, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future and a hint of barely perceptible uncertainty.

As they watched their figures disappear into the airport terminal with the embassy staff, the remaining people felt a complex mix of emotions—the group had shrunk a bit, and they would have to rely on themselves even more for the road ahead.

After a brief stop, the plane refueled, loaded new passengers, roared into the sky, and carried the remaining students, mainly heading to North America, across the Atlantic Ocean towards that legendary new continent.

This was yet another, even longer and more arduous flight.

Most of the time, the view outside the window is a monotonous alternation of blue and white, with occasional glimpses of ships on the azure ocean below, resembling white debris.

The air inside the cabin became increasingly stale, sleep became fragmented, and the sense of time began to become chaotic.

The Western-style meals offered, such as bread with cold meat and cheese and salads with a fishy smell, initially felt novel but later made many Chinese stomachs, accustomed to hot soup and rice, feel uncomfortable. However, everyone silently accepted it, which was the first step in the adaptation process.

When the flight attendant's slightly weary voice came over the intercom again, alternating between Chinese and English, announcing that the plane was about to land at New York's JFK International Airport, a slight commotion arose in the previously quiet cabin. Everyone reflexively crowded to the windows and looked down.

It was the afternoon of December 27th, local time in the United States, and the sun was shining brightly.

The scene below is incredibly impactful.

The vast urban cluster stretches to the horizon, with densely packed skyscrapers resembling a cold concrete forest, reflecting a dazzling light under the sun.

On the crisscrossing highways, countless cars moved slowly like colorful beetles.

The blue waters surrounding the city are as vast as an inland sea, with huge ships dotting the landscape like toys.

This presents a stark and almost subversive contrast to the familiar, generally low-rise, and monochromatic cityscapes of their home countries.

A direct feeling of the immense power of modern industrial civilization, mixed with unfamiliarity and amazement, swept through the hearts of many.

After several adjustments, the plane finally landed smoothly on the incredibly wide runway, experiencing a strong inertia as it decelerated.

The hatch opened, and a blast of dry, cold winter air from the northeastern United States rushed into the cabin. Yang Guangming followed the flow of people down the gangway and stepped onto the soil of the United States of America.

The airport's interior was far larger than imagined, brightly lit as day. Passengers of all skin colors, hair colors, and eye colors hurried by, and huge English signs and announcements filled the air, while electronic displays constantly updated information.

All of this silently but powerfully proclaims that they have found themselves at the center of a fast-paced capitalist world, completely different from their homeland.

At the exit, this group of Asians dressed in matching dark blue outfits and looking reserved quickly became the center of attention, and everyone also saw the crowd that was there to greet them.

Several Chinese people dressed in sharp suits and looking capable held up signs that read "Welcome Chinese Students Studying Abroad" in Chinese.

The leader was a middle-aged man around fifty years old, with a calm demeanor and wearing black-rimmed glasses. He took the initiative to greet them, with a gentle yet dignified smile on his face, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Comrades, you must be tired from your journey. I am Zhou Guoping, the head of the Education Section of the Liaison Office of the Chinese Embassy in the United States. On behalf of the Liaison Office, I welcome you to the United States."

His voice was loud and clear, carrying a reassuring power. In this unfamiliar environment, his familiar accent made everyone feel warm and fuzzy.

"Hello, Team Leader Zhou!" The crowd responded almost in unison, their voices slightly uneven due to their excitement.

Hearing familiar Chinese and feeling the care from the organization in this foreign land finally puts many people's minds at ease, as they have finally found their backbone.

Zhou Guoping shook hands with each trainee, offering simple greetings such as "Thank you for your hard work" and "Was the journey smooth?" in a friendly manner.

Afterwards, under his direction, everyone collected their suitcases, which had also traveled a long way, and then boarded a bus arranged in advance by the liaison office. The bus, which was marked with the logo of a local company, left the bustling and dazzling airport and headed towards downtown New York City.

The bus traveled along the flat and wide highway, and the scenery outside the window was like a flowing painting, constantly impacting the trainees' senses.

The towering, diverse Manhattan skyline gradually came into view, resembling a modern Tower of Babel.

The road is bustling with vehicles, brightly colored, stylish, and moving at high speeds.

Huge, neon-lit billboards lining the roadside displayed alluring products and celebrity images. Pedestrians, dressed in various styles, hurried along, their expressions varied…

All of this was filled with a strong sense of modernity, commercialism, and materialism, forming a stark, even glaring, contrast with the still simple, planned, and collectivist social landscape in China.

The car was silent. Most people were quietly observing the scenery outside the window, their faces displaying a complex mix of emotions: amazement, curiosity, confusion, and deep contemplation and scrutiny. Some were quickly jotting down their initial impressions in their notebooks.

Yang Guangming also stared intently out the window, but the bustling scene before him was a common sight in his previous life, and he didn't find it novel. Instead, he was more focused on calm analysis and observation.

The bus didn't end up driving into the concrete jungle of Manhattan. Instead, it stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant in a remote neighborhood that looked unremarkable. The Chinese name on the restaurant's sign was even a little faded.

Team leader Zhou Guoping stood up and explained to everyone, "You've all come from afar, and you must be hungry. Let's have a simple meal here first, as a welcome back dinner. The owner here is a patriotic overseas Chinese who is very supportive of us. The conditions are limited and can't compare to those in China, but the taste is still quite authentic, so you can get used to it."

The restaurant's interior is simply decorated, even somewhat outdated, but it is kept clean and tidy.

The owner, a slightly overweight middle-aged Chinese man, was exceptionally welcoming to so many students from his homeland, greeting them in Mandarin with a heavy Cantonese accent. The waiters were also all of Chinese descent. This familiar environment and language helped the students, who had just experienced a significant culture shock, to relax a little.

The meal consisted of a simple standard of four dishes and one soup: braised pork, Mapo tofu, stir-fried pea shoots, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and seaweed and egg drop soup, with unlimited rice.

Although the flavors have been modified to suit local ingredients and potential customers, and may not be entirely authentic, the first meal in a foreign land, with familiar Chinese food and hot soup, has brought great comfort to many, as if their stomachs have been warmed up.

During the meal, Team Leader Zhou chatted casually with everyone, inquiring about their travels, whether they experienced airsickness, and whether they had all their luggage, creating a slightly relaxed atmosphere. However, he didn't talk much about other things, keeping the conversation focused on safety issues and expressing concern.

After the meal, the group was taken to a nearby motel that looked relatively affordable.

The hotel facilities are simple but clean, with a private bathroom and two beds.

This was already beyond the expectations of the students who were going abroad for the first time. After more than twenty hours of travel, many were exhausted, jet lag was starting to hit them hard, and they felt dizzy.

However, after distributing the room keys, Team Leader Zhou informed everyone that at 7:00 PM sharp, no matter how tired they were, they had to gather in the small conference room on the ground floor of the hotel for an important meeting, and no one was allowed to be late or absent.

At 7 p.m., the small conference room was packed.

The light bulb emitted a dim, yellowish light, and the air was filled with the smell of old carpet and disinfectant.

The trainees forced themselves to stay alert, their faces showing signs of fatigue, but their eyes were all focused on Zhou Guoping, the group leader, who was sitting in the main seat.

His expression turned serious. There was a document in front of him, and several staff members from the liaison office's education group were sitting next to him, all with equally serious expressions.

"Comrades, first of all, welcome to the United States once again."

Team Leader Zhou's opening remarks were as concise as ever, without any pleasantries: "From today onwards, you will begin your studies and life in the United States for several years."

I was entrusted by the Chinese authorities to manage and liaise with everyone during their stay in the United States.

The purpose of tonight's meeting is to clarify the discipline and requirements for everyone after going abroad.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room, each word striking a chord in people's hearts.

The meeting room was completely silent; even coughs were deliberately suppressed. Everyone listened intently, knowing that what was about to happen would set the tone for their lives in the United States for the next few years.

Team Leader Zhou picked up the documents in front of him, his tone calm and clear, leaving no room for doubt: "The core of your life after you go abroad can be summarized as 'learning and management'."

Ensuring the completion of your studies and absorbing advanced Western scientific and technological knowledge is your primary task and the fundamental purpose for which the country spent precious foreign exchange to send you abroad.

At the same time, a high degree of organization and discipline must be maintained.

The nation hopes you will return home after completing your studies and contribute your strength. The string that holds you in this kite-flying game must be firmly grasped by the nation to ensure you do not lose your way, and certainly not drift away with the string broken.

He explained the management system point by point, his tone becoming increasingly serious as the content became more explicit:
"First, a regular reporting system."

This is one of the most important disciplines, and it is the main way the organization understands and manages you.

His gaze swept across the room. "Initially, we were required to submit a written report on our thoughts to the education group of our liaison office every month."

The content must detail one's thoughts, learning progress, adaptation to life, difficulties encountered, and observations and reflections on the local society, especially analysis and judgments on its politics, economy, and culture.

Once academic progress is stable, we can adjust the frequency to once per quarter based on our assessment.

At the same time, you should regularly report your important academic progress, published papers, and participation in projects to your home country so that your family knows about your academic achievements.

Second, organizing activities.

In cities or regions where international students and scholars are relatively concentrated, we will establish Party branches or Party groups as appropriate.

All Party members must participate in organizational activities on time; this is their obligation.

Organizational activities include studying the spirit of documents from within the country and the latest instructions from the Central Committee, conducting criticism and self-criticism, reporting thoughts, maintaining ideological unity and purity, and always remaining aligned with the Party Central Committee.

Non-Party members should also actively approach the organization, participate in learning activities arranged by the organization, and accept the organization's education and guidance.

Third, management of liaison offices.

The Education Section of the Liaison Office in the United States is your direct management agency and support abroad.

We are responsible for distributing monthly living expenses according to the standard..."

He paused here, emphasizing his words, "It needs to be specifically stated that the country's foreign exchange reserves are very tight, and every penny is hard-earned."

Therefore, the standard of living expenses is very tight, only enough to cover the most basic living expenses, such as rent, food, transportation and necessary school supplies.

I hope everyone will carry forward the spirit of hard work, frugality, and thrift, and learn to manage their finances carefully.

We are also responsible for handling emergencies, providing necessary documentation, organizing necessary group activities such as National Day and Spring Festival gatherings, and conducting daily supervision and communication.

Anyone experiencing any significant situation must report it to the Education Team immediately.

At this point, Team Leader Zhou's gaze sharpened, slowly sweeping across every face present. His tone became more serious, almost emphasizing each word:
Fourth, strict behavioral prohibitions.

The following points are red lines, high-voltage lines, and must be strictly observed without any room for leniency!
Once violated, the consequences are extremely serious, affecting not only one's personal future but also the reputation of the nation!
First, working is strictly prohibited!
Your status as students means you are explicitly prohibited from engaging in any paid work outside of school. This includes on-campus part-time jobs, washing dishes in restaurants, and any form of odd job – all are strictly forbidden!

If discovered, not only will the individual be deported from the US and have a negative record, but it will also seriously damage the country's reputation and future study abroad programs! I hope you understand this political cost!
Secondly, it is strictly forbidden to change one's status or study plan without authorization! It is forbidden to transfer schools, change majors, extend the study period, or apply for immigration or seek political asylum without authorization.

Any changes involving academic studies or status, regardless of size, must be submitted in writing to the Education Section in advance, detailing the reasons, and can only be carried out after approval from both the sending unit in the home country and the Education Section.

This is a matter of principle!

Third, strictly control the scope of operations.

In principle, long-distance travel or tourism outside one's city or state is not permitted.

If absolutely necessary, such as attending academic conferences, visiting other schools, or conducting field trips related to academic studies, a written report must be submitted to the Education Section at least two weeks in advance, detailing the purpose, itinerary, accommodation arrangements, and source of funding. The trip can only proceed after approval.

Leaving the school or city without permission is considered a violation of discipline!

Fourth, maintain a high degree of political sensitivity and vigilance.

Be vigilant when interacting with the outside world, especially with people on Taiwan Island, or other organizations or individuals with complex backgrounds.

Do not participate in any form of local political activities, marches, or demonstrations; do not make any remarks that damage national interests or image; and do not disclose any state secrets or work secrets.

Always remember that your every word and action here represents the motherland!

Team Leader Zhou's voice echoed in the quiet and slightly oppressive conference room. Each prohibition was like a clear and insurmountable red line, defining the seemingly broad but actually limited boundaries of their behavior during their time in the United States, and building an invisible wall.

As Team Leader Zhou recited each prohibition, an unprecedented sense of tension filled the air.

"Comrades."

Team Leader Zhou's tone softened slightly, but it still carried a heavy weight: "The outside world is wonderful, but also very complex, full of all kinds of temptations and challenges, both material and ideological."

I hope you will always keep in mind the mission you shoulder and the expectations of the country and the people.

We must withstand trials, endure loneliness, and remain true to our original aspirations. We must be like lotus flowers, rising from the mud unsullied.

The day you complete your studies will be the day you serve your country! The motherland and the people await your return!

Thunderous applause erupted in the small conference room.

The meeting lasted for more than an hour before it ended.

After the meeting ended, no one spoke immediately. Everyone silently got up, packed their notebooks, and left the meeting room with different expressions.

Everyone felt quite heavy-hearted.

This strict, meticulous, and almost harsh management system, like an invisible yet incredibly resilient net, closely connects them to their distant homeland, providing a degree of protection and a sense of belonging, while also greatly restricting their personal freedom in this "free land."

The initial excitement of arriving in a foreign land was largely dampened by the responsibilities and constraints of reality.

But most people understand this and even take it for granted.

After all, in this special era, with a complex international environment and sharp ideological confrontation, the country spends a huge amount of money to send students back, and taking such measures to ensure the return of talent, ideological stability and safety of movement is considered necessary and acceptable.

The individual must submit to the collective, and the part must submit to the whole; these are values ​​they have been taught since childhood.

Yang Guangming quietly returned to his room, where he shared a room with a visiting scholar surnamed Wang.

The two exchanged a few words about their feelings regarding the meeting's content and both expressed that they would strictly abide by the regulations.

Yang Guangming was mentally prepared for this, having heard about it during his training in China.

He was keenly aware that this system was both a constraint, preventing individuals from getting lost or going astray, and to some extent a form of protection, especially in the early stages when one was unfamiliar with the place and its people.

He needs to carefully find space to implement his deeper plans while strictly adhering to these basic disciplinary red lines.

This requires wisdom, but even more so, absolute caution.

The next day, December 28th, after a simple Western breakfast, the group, under the specific arrangements of the diplomatic personnel at the liaison office, went to different universities and research institutions across the United States according to their respective destinations.

The farewell took place again, this time on a smaller scale, but the sorrow of parting remained.

Only three students, including Yang Guangming, went to Stanford University in California.

Apart from Yang Guangming, who is the youngest graduate student pursuing a master's degree in computer science, the other two are middle-aged visiting scholars in their thirties and forties.

Scholar Wang is about forty years old, not tall, slightly thin, wears thick glasses, and his research focuses on integrated circuit design. He speaks cautiously.

Scholar Li is thirty-five or thirty-six years old, slightly overweight, with a kind face. He focuses on database theory and seems to have a somewhat cheerful personality.

The two of them plan to conduct one to two years of visiting research at Stanford, unlike Yang Guangming's three-year master's program.

Among this group of students studying abroad, the majority are visiting scholars like the two mentioned above, who will return home after one or two years. Students like Yang Guangming, who pursue degrees, are a very small minority.

The three, accompanied by a liaison officer, boarded a flight from New York's JFK Airport to San Francisco, California.

Another flight of several hours, but this time it was within the United States. The scenery outside the window gradually changed from the towns and forests of the East Coast to the vast, flat farmlands of the Midwest, and then to the winding brown mountains of the West. The descriptions in the geography book became a vivid sight.

When the plane finally landed at San Francisco International Airport and I stepped onto the warm, humid, and sunny land of California, Yang Guangming felt a little excited.

He took a deep breath of the air carrying the Pacific Ocean breeze, and cast his gaze toward the unknown land outside the airport, a land that would surely bear the marks of his struggle.

"Stanford, here I come!" (End of Chapter)