The college central library didn't have any empty seats as though playing around during the holidays was a thing that only happened in other countries. He slowly looked around. The memories he had when he was a freshman still remained here and there. This was a place that ignited his youth. Perhaps to lessen the guilt of playing around, whenever he met up with his friends, they went to the library. They would browse through the core materials of the semester and their assignment while sighing, and they would always end up going to a bar near the university.

His hot-blooded youth had lost its aim because of all the drinking sessions, but he didn't want to reject everything and consider them useless. After all, they were places that contained the time of the youthful Han Maru.

He went up to the 3rd floor. There was an ownerless bag and a laptop in the corner seat. This was the same as 2 years ago. There was a rumor that sitting on that seat would make someone good at memorizing, so everyone was out to take that seat. He walked past the self-study desks that were lined up together and went to the materials room, where newspapers were collected.

He looked at a newspaper from 5 years ago. He compared his memories and what was recorded to get a firmer grasp of the current era.

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