"Wow, check out that guy, it's the amazing Yang!"
On UCLA's south campus, as autumn set in, the lush green lawns gradually turned a bit yellowish, and some drifting leaves dotted the clean and beautiful campus pathways, while the comings and goings of the students filled the entire environment with the vibe of youth. A group of five or six students excitedly discovered the tall man approaching was none other than the amazing Yang and immediately crowded around him, chatting and laughing: "Yang, Yang! How are you? What brings you to UCLA?" "You look so COOL, this is the first time I've seen the real Amazing Yang!" "Feels so great!"
"Hi, dear pals, how's the studying going?" Wang Yang looked at this group of delighted Asian students, asking with a smile as he walked, easily discerning that they were all of Chinese descent—not Korean or Japanese, whose appearances and the impressions they gave him were different, an ability he'd honed from childhood.
