Chapter Fifty: Campus Life

The American summer vacation is designed to offer students a chance to experience society; you can travel, you can work, as long as you come away with some insight. Students use these few months to toss themselves into various pursuits, and indeed, many achieve remarkable things—Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, for instance, learned things beyond the classroom and thus began their entrepreneurial journeys.

Among these achievers, it seems there are no Asian faces. If it weren’t for the strictness of Asian parents, perhaps Microsoft wouldn’t even exist.

The University of Southern California is almost the university with the most Asian students. The reason for this remains a mystery, but fact is fact. If you wish to immerse yourself in exotic culture, USC is the best choice.

Distance may also play a significant role; California, in terms of direct flight, is indeed closer to the Celestial Empire, and its climate is milder and more humid—not as cold as the North.

The world’s balance of power has shifted in recent years, and the relationship between the Celestial Empire and the Americans is quite cordial, since the world’s main adversary is the Russians. All other conflicts can be set aside for now.

The Americans now understand that the Celestial Empire and the Russians are two entirely different matters. As long as you don’t encroach on their interests, the Celestial Empire has no interest in expansion—they simply wish for a good life.

Though the school organized exams, for William White, they were child’s play. He had already been through so much in life, there’s nothing to fear from such tests. Now he feared them even less, and easily earned straight A’s.

American universities value practical experience—you can start a company or make a film, and all of this can count for credit. If you need to take leave for such endeavors, professors are more than happy to oblige. Bring a few fellow students along, and your professor will only be happier.

The screenplay for “Police Academy” is now part of the film school’s curriculum. The importance placed on this student is self-evident.

After completing the registration process, William White awaited the start of the semester—three days remained before his college life would begin anew.

He was conflicted—should he live on campus or at home?

In his previous life, after leaving campus, his luck with women came to an end. The girls in society were simply too straightforward—if you weren’t dating with marriage in mind, it was little more than a blatant transaction.

College girls, on the other hand, were different. This might be the most uninhibited period of their lives; anything goes. As long as you’re not a complete jerk, you’ll never find yourself without a girlfriend.

Americans are particular about such things. Once you enter society, you absolutely cannot behave as freely. The girls’ personalities change overnight, their newfound reserve enough to drive anyone mad.

Americans draw a clear line: romance is taken seriously, all rules and formalities observed. If your mind is always in the gutter, it’s best not to date at all—you’ll only make yourself miserable.

After careful consideration, he chose to commute. His fame was simply too great—any hope of living a wild, carefree life was a fantasy. Who knows, he might even end up in some woman’s memoirs one day, which was a terrifying thought.

Since he planned to stay in Los Angeles long-term, renting a villa was no longer suitable; he needed a larger estate. After all, he was no longer strapped for cash—spending freely was the way to go.

Strolling through the familiar campus, his mood was excellent. Although the semester had yet to begin, the grounds were lively. A team of beautiful cheerleaders exuded youthful energy, leaving him slightly dizzy.

William White realized his idiotic impulses were acting up again—it was best to leave quickly. Everyone dressed lightly this season, and he had no wish for his salute to be too obvious.

Clutching his restless little brother, William White quickened his pace, baffled by his own sudden hunger—it was hardly a good sign.

He had noticed changes in his body: not only was his hearing more acute, but his strength had increased as well.

Maintaining this state would be ideal; he had no desire to become a green giant. Superheroes are, after all, a fantasy—if such people appeared in reality, they’d be shipped off to a lab for endless studies.

Watching a pretty boy make his escape, the cheerleaders erupted in laughter. Teasing the pervy guys was their favorite pastime.

“Hey, Julie, that was too much. He ran off straight away!” teased a girl with striking eyes.

“Nonsense, it was all Lisa’s fault. Tell me, what year do you think that guy is?” Julie replied.

“Julie, as captain, you were negligent! That wasn’t just some pretty boy—he’s a best-selling author, a famous director, and the youngest billionaire!”

“Damn, I should have realized. Lisa, no wonder you were batting your eyelashes so hard—you wanted him all to yourself!”

The girls tumbled together in laughter, their exuberance overwhelming. Luckily, he had already made his escape, or he would surely have suffered a nosebleed.

Among college girls, cheerleaders are the most vibrant and beautiful. American men prefer athletic women—delicate, fragile types have no appeal.

Normally, these beauties are every guy’s target, but William White had no intention of getting involved.

These ladies are no pushovers—they’d broadcast his exploits far and wide. Never doubt it: college girls are bold, especially cheerleaders.

Don’t think only guys talk about girls; the girls’ conversations are even more outrageous. Young men are no match—they can only retreat in defeat.

Back at his Beverly Hills mansion, William White felt parched. He gulped down half a liter of milk to calm himself, then smiled wryly at his own foolishness. When would he ever outgrow this idiocy? There were still a few years to go.

On American campuses, the most popular guys are usually quarterbacks; the most sought-after girls are cheerleading captains. They’re not necessarily the most beautiful, but certainly the most cunning.

Having had his fill of milk, his husky began to whimper pitifully, begging for attention. The silly dog clearly hadn’t learned to howl yet, or the house would be in chaos.

“Haven’t you been weaned? Why do you still want milk?”

Seeing the dog butting his head persistently, William gave in and let him drink.

This foolish dog was obviously spoiled—he barely touched dog food, wanted steak every day, and even lobster.

Westerners truly treat their puppies like children, indulging their every whim.

Few people keep huskies; among large dogs, Labradors and Golden Retrievers are most common. They have no record of biting children, and for kids with autism, they make excellent companions.

Though school was about to start, there were only a few months of classes before the winter break in December. It was hard to understand what exactly American universities teach—most of the time seemed to be spent on vacation!