“After I entered university, I discovered it’s completely different from high school.”
“Daily classes are basically never full—sometimes there are only two classes in a whole day. The rest of the time, no one cares whether you sleep in the dorm or go out to play… *slurp slurp*”
“No endless homework, lots of club activities. When seniors check dorms while you’re paying on your phone, you don’t need to frantically hide it under your butt… *slurp slurp*”
Everyone listened to the warrior’s speech from the rooftop and couldn’t help nodding along.
“Right, right! When I was playing games and a senior came to check, I got scared and fumbled trying to hide my phone, fell off the bed. Later the senior had to post a statement on the confession wall telling freshmen that the student council won’t confiscate phones.”
“Bro, were you okay falling to the ground?”
“Nothing serious, just a minor fracture.”
“Holy shit, your senior must feel guilty as hell.”
“Guilty my ass! He only took care of me for half a semester—what a bargain for him.”
“You can’t say that, bro. Half a semester is pretty good.”
“Look at these hickeys he left on my neck! They won’t fade, and I had to wear turtlenecks in hot weather!”
“…I feel like something very important was skipped in between.”
The sad voice from the rooftop continued.
“…High school teachers said they’d dismiss class in one more minute; high school teachers said the PE teacher was sick and they’d substitute; high school teachers also said we’d relax once we got to university.”
“High school teachers said so many things—not one was true. When I got to university and found it really was completely different from high school, I thought my high school teacher finally told one truth, that university life was as comfortable as soaking feet in hot water.”
“—But! I never expected that our high school teachers didn’t tell a single truth! I never studied as desperately during the college entrance exams as during finals week!”
“But wuwuwu… *slurp slurp*—commodity values, function limits and continuity, blood composition… I can’t finish reviewing!”
“Now I don’t even dare listen to English songs—I’m afraid if I do, I’ll think of ‘abandon’ that I’ve been memorizing all semester!”
Many people sympathetically whispered among themselves.
“Before the college entrance exam, you could know astronomy and geography; after the college entrance exam, you can only babble nonsensically.”
“I just want to know why freshmen can’t take the CET-4 and CET-6 exams!”
“Who was that damned senior who said a university without failed courses is incomplete?! Failing even once affects most merit evaluations throughout your entire university career!”
“That guy on the platform is hardcore—it’s finals and he still hasn’t realized that medical students don’t have finals week, they have finals month.”
“How dare you not pay attention in calculus? I once looked down to pick up a pen and never understood the rest of the course.”
Gao Gusheng looked up at the tiny figure on the rooftop, turned his head and asked, “I understand the logic, but why is his voice so loud? And what’s that slurping sound—why does it sound so much like eating noodles?”
Seeing that safety cushions were already laid out, Yun Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Be serious! What eating noodles… He seems to have taken the broadcast station director’s megaphone. The director modified his megaphone to connect to the whole school’s PA system.”
“What a talent!”
Zhou Jing pushed up his glasses and explained, “The broadcast station director is the one who changed his meal card balance to two million and was eventually dragged to the office by the cafeteria lady. Incidentally, he’s also the one who found the Wu family video but got traced by cyber police who seized his entire database.”
A nearby brother enthusiastically provided the latest intel: “That senior had a full ten gigabytes of torrents confiscated, then was called in by his advisor for heartfelt guidance about taking care of his health.”
“…My respects, my respects.”
The finals atmosphere was tense, students had few recreational activities, so someone going up to the rooftop attracted everyone’s attention.
Someone quick-witted called the fire department. Once protective measures were set up and students’ nerves relaxed, they couldn’t help being drawn to the rooftop student’s speech.
So damn reasonable! Could this kid be the host from the arts troupe?
“…I was really stupid, really,” the speech from the platform became increasingly tear-inducing, “I only knew that university life was as comfortable as soaking feet, but I didn’t expect that after soaking for sixteen weeks, I’d have to drink the foot water in the last two weeks.”
“Now I just want to say one thing—regret, in short, I deeply regret it.”
“If time could flow backwards, I would say three words to the me who just entered university—go study! If I had to set a time limit for these three words, I hope it would be ten thousand years.”
With a heavy “slurp” sound, the figure on the rooftop took a big step forward, which made many students immersed in the speech suddenly snap back to reality, turning pale with shock and shouting not to be rash.
“Bro! Stay calm! At worst you’ll fail this semester, you can retake next semester!”
“Classmate! Think about your cloud drive! Think about your browsing history and uncleaned trash can! And think about your unformatted phone!”
Just as everyone was racking their brains to comfort the student on the rooftop, and firefighters and psychological experts were about to get into position, they saw that student deeply… bow to everyone.
Everyone: ???
“My speech ends here, thank you all!”
With the student on stage gracefully getting up… oh sorry, he didn’t get up, he was immediately tackled to the ground by firefighters.
Even like this, he was still loudly advising underclassmen, “We are members of the Performance Art Society. The theme of this speech was to provide gentle guidance to faculty and students, cherish time, study hard, and don’t waste time!”
“Also, underclassmen interested in our club are welcome to join. Those interested please call our club number, 13…”
His dedication moved listeners to sadness and viewers to tears.
The megaphone hadn’t been turned off in the rush and continued dutifully broadcasting the interactions on the rooftop.
“You brat! You… you… you scared me to death! If you’re going up to the rooftop, fine, but why are you carrying a bowl of beef noodles?!”
“Teacher, please calm down! I brought beef noodles mainly because I have a politics exam this afternoon and was afraid eating spicy and oily food like hot and sour noodles would upset my stomach.”
“Oh, so you were afraid of stomach upset… What the hell! Is that the point?! I’m asking why you were slurping beef noodles while going up to the rooftop!”
“This is because I was afraid students would do impulsive things due to finals pressure, so I took the first step to do something impulsive to warn students not to be impulsive. This is called gentle guidance.”
“Also, because I have a politics exam this afternoon, to save time, I used my lunch break for the speech. After the speech, I can finish eating and go review.”
Immediately after, students heard “bang bang” sounds from the speakers. Experienced students quickly recognized this as the sound of a teacher’s rolled-up lesson plan hitting someone’s head.
“I’ll give you gentle guidance! I’ll give you gentle guidance!”
Accompanied by the rooftop warrior’s puppy-like “whimper whimper” sounds as he got beaten, the gradually calming teacher finally realized the megaphone was still on.
The teacher composedly picked up the megaphone and said to the students, “Everyone can relieve academic pressure through running, exercise, and chatting with counselors. Don’t learn from this student, and don’t do impulsive things because of pressure. Exams can be taken many times, but life only comes once.”
“Additionally, this is a special warning to the Performance Art Club—don’t do such things again. One demerit recorded.”
The teacher and the Performance Art Club, especially that rooftop student, apologized repeatedly to the firefighters. Students watched as the safety equipment was put away and all breathed sighs of relief.
The rooftop student hadn’t expected his rooftop speech would alert the fire department and kept bowing in apology.
Just as everyone was about to go eat or review as they should, they suddenly heard a earth-shattering “Holy shit!” from the rooftop, followed by a shoe flying in a parabolic arc straight toward the crowd of onlookers below.
Everything happened too fast. Nobody had time to react. Seeing the flying shoe, everyone’s first instinct was to dodge. In this dodging, an empty space opened up in the middle. The shoe landed on the ground, bounced twice, and landed beside a pair of feet. Just as everyone was about to see who this poor student was who hadn’t reacted in time, they sucked in a cold breath, a chill rising from their hearts, freezing them in place.
The one person who hadn’t dodged was pulling a cleaver from his bag.
The cleaver was half-concealed like a pipa player, with the exposed half gleaming with sinister cold light, letting everyone know at a glance that this was a sharpened cleaver, definitely not some model.
The person holding the knife wore an apron with dried, blackened bloodstains that gave off a disturbing smell. His hair was disheveled, his eyes vacant, giggling foolishly—seemingly mentally disturbed.
At first, students thought he was kitchen staff, but who could have imagined he would quietly draw a cleaver in the crowd?
What did he want to do?
What could he do?
Everyone felt a chill, wanting to flee but not daring to anger him, so they slowly backed away.
Seeing he was discovered, the perpetrator stopped hiding, simply threw his bag aside and fully exposed the cleaver.
The wooden handle of this knife had been stained black with blood.
Firefighters quickly grabbed weapons, wanting to subdue the perpetrator and protect faculty and students’ safety. But who could have predicted that the perpetrator would suddenly go mad—one second he was grinning foolishly, the next second he was murderous, charging at the students!
Immediately, screams pierced the entire campus. Yun Zhiyi tried her best to stay calm, evacuating classmates as much as possible to avoid stampede accidents. Looking up, she saw Gao Gusheng rolling up his sleeves.
Yun Zhiyi’s pupils contracted sharply as she growled, “Xiao Sheng, don’t be impulsive! He has a knife!”
Yes, Gao Gusheng was very good at fighting, but that person had a knife—a sharp cleaver!
But Gao Gusheng shook his head and smiled mysteriously, “Don’t worry, Sister Yun. I won’t be impulsive. We must arm ourselves with the power of knowledge.”
“What—”
“Take this!”
Gao Gusheng shouted forcefully and threw with all his might. Yun Zhiyi saw a rectangular object fly straight toward the assailant. With a loud bang, the weapon fell to the ground and the perpetrator slowly fell backward.
Everyone was stunned speechless by this sudden turn of events. Gao Gusheng calmly picked up his thick-as-a-brick hardcover deluxe edition “One Thousand Problems” textbook. Only then realizing everyone was staring at him, he suddenly felt he should say something at this moment.
So Gao Gusheng struck the professional textbook seller’s photo pose, holding up the book with one hand in a fist, smiling and nodding.
“Knowledge is power.”
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This eventful noon finally came to an end with the sound of the class bell.
After the perpetrator was subdued, he was quickly sent to the police station. The firefighters thought this was a false alarm, but unexpectedly Beijing University was so polite that they even sent them a performance bonus back home as an apology, leaving the group dazed and shocked.
Surveillance footage showed the perpetrator had walked in around noon, making everyone break out in cold sweat. It was finals period—students’ attention was completely focused on their textbooks. Never mind someone walking around nearby; even if someone was so stimulated by grades that they gathered to do social dances… that would still be noticed.
In any case, students’ attention was devoted to their dear textbooks, praying that the neglected consorts like Mathematics and English would love them one more time, with no energy to spare for others.
At this time when the perpetrator wanted to strike, students would be like helpless chicks facing this muscular assailant, with no ability to fight back.
By coincidence, the rooftop student began his speech at this time, awakening classmates from their books and encouraging communication. The perpetrator’s attire and temperament, so different from students, drew many students’ attention to him instead, making it impossible for him to quietly pull out the cleaver.
Later, the perpetrator’s knife was too bright—the reflection caught the rooftop student’s eye. Thanks to his generous shoe-throwing, he alerted everyone and prevented disaster.
The school gave the rooftop student a merit, but merits didn’t cancel demerits—this student was still recorded with one demerit.
Gao Gusheng, who let the perpetrator experience the thickness of knowledge, was naturally also awarded a merit.
However, as everyone walked toward the classroom, Gao Gusheng frowned slightly and looked around.
“What’s wrong, Xiao Sheng?”
“Nothing, I might have been mistaken.”
He felt like someone was watching him. Could it be Gui Yan again?
But when he asked his bodyguards, he was told Gui Yan hadn’t come this time.
Was it his imagination?
Gao Gusheng felt suspicious and sent a message to Gao Shi.
[Dad, someone seems to be targeting me.]
…
When Gao Shi received Gao Gusheng’s message, he was training team members in the office.
“Boss, boss, I’m dying. If I keep running, I’ll really die.”
Ran Qiu ran on the track while the team’s pet turtle looked at him disdainfully and passed him by1This is a comedic element in the original text – the idea that Ran Qiu is running so slowly on the track that even the office pet turtle is “overtaking” him, looking at him with disdain. It’s an exaggerated joke about how pathetically slow he’s running during his punishment laps..
Gao Shi was ruthlessly cold, “Two more laps, then rest.”
Just then, his phone rang with Gao Gusheng’s message.
Gao Gusheng briefly told Gao Shi about the noon incident. Gao Shi read the message once, then again, instinctively feeling something was wrong with this incident.
He immediately contacted the criminal police brigade. Lu Xingzhi was still on assignment in City A and hadn’t returned, so Deputy Captain Lu was still in charge.
“The one sent over at noon today? Indeed a bit strange. We initially suspect he has mental problems.”
“See if he’ll cry injustice after a while and show symptoms similar to split personality? Okay, I’ll contact you if there are problems.”
Gao Shi hung up the phone.
Actually, Gao Gusheng had lived very peacefully this past month, not constantly encountering scumbags like in previous months. He lived like an ordinary university student—whether because the butterfly effect of the plot had blown the scumbags away or the time hadn’t come yet.
However, the Gao family’s status could indeed effectively deter some ill-intentioned people. For instance, those CEOs in the dream who harbored ill intentions toward Gao Gusheng no longer dared to hold inappropriate parties with Gao Gusheng as the main character or organize multi-person sports competitions. Now they not only held Gao Gusheng in high regard themselves but also raised their belts high, warning their little brats to watch their waistbands and not have any bad ideas.
After all, Gao Shi had used tyrannical methods completely incompatible with Father Gao’s style, swiftly and decisively warning several CEOs with ulterior motives. After nearly causing their downfall in the business world, the CEOs broke out in cold sweat and destroyed secretly obtained photos.
These people were all notorious perverts in the circle. Before Gao Gusheng’s identity was exposed, some found people to secretly photograph him, others tried to contact him with threats and bribes for kept-man arrangements. Gao Shi repaid them a hundredfold, telling them the Gao family’s young master wasn’t someone they could covet.
Grandmother Gao said with a smile that her grandson had great CEO potential—this domineering attitude of crushing opponents would have gotten him a wife if applied to romance instead of remaining single until now.
Right after Grandmother Gao finished speaking, Gao Shi took evidence of several companies’ illegal crimes targeting Gao Gusheng and reported these lawbreakers.
How could CEOs who gathered for inappropriate parties have clean hands? Tax evasion and forcing prostitution were light offenses; serious ones were found to have product quality issues and went straight to prison for life. In the end, those spared by Gao Shi in business still met their downfall.
Hearing this, Grandmother Gao exclaimed “Good heavens”—romance CEO Mary Sue had turned into legal programming, “CEO Daddy Genius Baby” had become “Legal Report Today.”
Besides this, Gao Shi’s technology kingdom was taking initial shape. The land he’d seized from Li Mochen was planned by the prepared Gao Shi into a magnificent technology exhibition palace. Here, Gao family’s high-tech products would be fully displayed while educating people about technological development history. It could both showcase Gao family products and serve as a technology museum.
Once the railroad was built, this place would surely become famous for thousands of miles.
Anyone with eyes could see the promising future of this technology exhibition hall and thus judge Gao Shi’s capabilities.
The Gao family had maintained good health for five generations. Father Gao, the current head of the Gao family, was in his prime, and heir Gao Shi had a promising future. It was also said that the Gao family’s young master had exceptional academic performance at school. Currently, unless the Gao family did something catastrophically self-destructive, even if a whole group just sat around idly consuming their wealth, they could live off it for dozens of generations. Who would be foolish enough to target Gao Gusheng?
There were still those defiant youngsters with one scheme after another, thinking that if they were charming enough to make the Gao family’s young master fall desperately in love, then surely the Gao family’s fury couldn’t be directed at them, right? Maybe they could even ride this opportunity to elevate their own families.
Those who tried direct confessions would lose their souls the moment they saw Gao Gusheng’s face. Originally intending to marry Gao Gusheng into their families, now they kept saying they wanted to marry into his family instead, that being a concubine to Gao Gusheng would be fine too.
Their families were single-lineage inheritances, so their parents dragged them home and beat them nearly to death. Even after being beaten until they howled like ghosts and wolves, they didn’t change their tune. Previously rebellious troublemakers who most hated studying now could gaze out hospital windows and recite poetry like “One glimpse of Gu Sheng ruins a lifetime” and “If two hearts are truly devoted.”
You ask why he was in the hospital?
Of course because his parents beat him!
Several others had similar symptoms and were hospitalized together as roommates. Sometimes they’d even come to blows over who Gao Gusheng belonged to, causing their injuries to never heal.
Usually at times like this, a little nurse would coldly use one sentence to seal away these destructive huskies:
“Stop fighting. Gao Gusheng doesn’t even know your names.”
Then there were those trying roundabout approaches, coming up with schemes to hire thugs to block people, wanting to stage a “hero saves beauty” scenario. But Gao Gusheng’s combat ability was too high—he took down the thugs in no time.
One unlucky fellow mistook real thugs for the batch he’d hired and ended up getting the full treatment of extortion, beating, and intimidation.
The unlucky guy covered his face and raged, “Do you know who I am?! I’m the second young master of the Fu family!”
The thugs laughed heartily, “Is the Fu family’s second young master supposed to be impressive? Do you know who we are?”
“Who, who are you?”
“Bah! If you don’t know, shut the hell up! We grandpas will beat you and leave—doesn’t matter whose young master you are! Beat him up!”
…In the end, it was Gao Gusheng who returned and took down the thugs, dragging out the second young master who’d been beaten into a pig’s head.
Though there was no hero saving beauty, the final result was beauty saving pig head—same outcome.
The unlucky fellow cried desperately, saying he’d marry no one but Gao Gusheng.
His parents couldn’t figure out for the life of them how the Gao family’s young master could turn a perfectly good rebellious youth into a traditional housewife.
You ask why no one tried to forcibly take Gao Gusheng?
Those wanting to take the legal route were all sent in by Gao Shi, transforming from abstinent male gods into imprisoned male neurotics.
As for those wanting to use underhanded methods on Gao Gusheng, they were all automatically ignored by him. Those trying normal courtship were all treated by steel-straight-man Gao Gusheng as emergency situations. Gao Shi looked at the bodyguards’ reports, going from initially “Haha, now I don’t have to worry about Lele being deceived” to “Will Lele ever find love in this lifetime?” to “Forget it, whatever happens happens—my son’s emotional intelligence is hopeless.”
Little did he know that while Gao Shi felt heartbroken over Gao Gusheng’s emotional intelligence, he wasn’t much better himself.
Since his identity was exposed, in the few short public appearances Gao Shi made as the Gao family’s young master, he experienced library encounters, street encounters, and café encounters.
He met petite youths who couldn’t reach books, dramatic rich second-generations performing poor-but-independent white lotus acts, and clumsy big puppies trying to splash water on Gao Shi to attract attention.
Unfortunately, except for Grandfather Gao as an exception, the Gao family was consistently wooden. Faced with non-threatening schemes, they simply overlooked them.
The petite youth tried to attract Gao Shi to help him get books—Gao Shi looked at him strangely and climbed the book ladder himself.
The rich second-generation disguised as a poor but independent white lotus tried to fake being hit by the Gao family’s car, then shout “I don’t want your dirty money!” when Gao Shi offered compensation, to gain attention. Unexpectedly, the car not only had a dash cam but also Deputy Captain Lu who was discussing matters with Gao Shi, allowing Deputy Captain Lu to complete the fastest police response in history.
The big puppy trying to splash water on Gao Shi somehow had his hand shake and splashed Ying Bujie instead. Facing Ying Bujie who looked both bewildered and pitiful, and Gao Shi who was both heartbroken for Ying Bujie and angry, the big puppy was left speechless.
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152