Human nature is often complex and contradictory. Nan Bing undoubtedly loved Sun Donghao—that couldn't be denied—but she loved Tony even more. Yet, Sun Donghao could offer her superior living conditions and a more promising future, so she chose him, while secretly maintaining a lingering connection with Tony.

Tony, though adopting a borrowed name, was unequivocally Chinese. He possessed no exceptional talents, and his work ability was quite ordinary, but he understood life, knew how to enjoy it, and was attentive to women, thus having several confidantes. Because his company had some foreign trade dealings, he had taken on this Westernized name.

In comparison, Sun Donghao far surpassed him. Moreover, Sun Donghao was more astute; he was already preparing to launch an exhibition company dedicated to providing cooperative services for Wang Zhuo’s subordinate enterprises. Given his years-long rapport with Wang Zhuo, accumulating vast wealth in the future was entirely foreseeable.

Nan Bing’s choice of Sun Donghao was correct, but her mistake lay in her simultaneous inability to forget Tony and in committing acts that hurt Sun Donghao. There are no absolutely foolproof contraceptive methods in this world. She couldn't even be one hundred percent certain about the father of the child, yet she dared to play the game of marriage by pregnancy with Sun Donghao—she treated life too lightly.

Tony paid the price for his actions. Drifting in Jiangzhou without strength or connections, he not only received a severe beating but was also forced to resign and leave this domain dominated by Sun Donghao, losing his livelihood in the process.

Nan Bing, likewise, had to go to the hospital for an abortion. Although the life in her womb was innocent, reincarnation is also a skill—who made it side with the wrong party?

Until this incident concluded, the parties involved—Sun Donghao, Nan Bing, and Tony—never confirmed the true father of that little life, but it no longer mattered. Sun Donghao suffered severe emotional trauma and wanted no further entanglement with Nan Bing’s life. Tony fled back to his hometown, and Nan Bing headed north to the capital to seek her new life.

This story... damn, it's too literary!

Occasionally, when delivering meals to Wang Zhuo’s new laboratory, Fei Long would still bring up the matter, evangelizing his philosophy of "seize the day and enjoy life." He believed Sun Donghao’s experience was entirely self-inflicted, a lesson life rightfully taught him.

Wang Zhuo, however, simply dismissed his remarks with a smile. Back in high school, Wang Zhuo was already known throughout the campus as a notorious lone wolf; his cynical nature was deeply ingrained. If one were to truly scrutinize things, both he and Fei Long were playing games with life, but the gap in their level of play, the disparity in their strata, was immense!

The May Day Labor Day passed in a flash. On the morning of that day, Wang Zhuo, whose presence was just beginning to fade from the memories of students and faculty, quietly reappeared on campus.

“Instructor Wang is back at school!”

The news spread throughout the entire school as if it had wings. Wang Zhuo’s immense capabilities were already the campus focus and the subject of endless gossip among staff and students. This year, the massive scandal involving the international superstar Irene Top only made him a household name; nearly every student’s friends, relatives, and parents had inquired if Wang Zhuo was from their school, if they had seen him, and what he looked like in person.

And indeed, among the more than three thousand students on campus, a significant portion of the new intakes from last autumn had never actually seen this elusive, major figure. But isn't there an old saying? "Though Brother can’t be seen in the martial world, Brother’s legend circulates." Though they regretted not catching a glimpse of Wang Zhuo’s true face, they had seen the famous Wan Li in the widely circulated intimate photos online.

The circulation of that set of photos was unprecedented; it was no exaggeration to say that Li had become an extension of Wang Zhuo. Those who could recognize Wang Zhuo through Li would far outnumber those who could recognize him by his face!

Who knows how many late-night dorm discussions were centered around Wang Zhuo, centered around Li? Girls these days were generally quite open-minded, and medical students were even more devoid of taboos, allowing them to discuss Wang Zhuo openly, their excitement bordering on infatuation.

There was even one outspoken professor who, during a general lecture, spoke his mind freely, unleashing his magnificent perspective, leaving the students in the hall alternately wide-eyed, thoroughly entertained, or covering their faces as they fled.

This was none other than Professor Chang, the one who had instilled in students the idea that "the one who penetrates deeper is more likely to become the father." Wang Zhuo generally enjoyed his classes, but this time his viewpoint was even more shocking. He declared, "Society should be more inclusive; it should allow outstanding young men like Wang Zhuo to marry more wives and have more children, thereby optimizing the human gene pool."

Is that viewpoint not shocking? He elevated his own students to the level of "optimizing human genes"!

Logically, given Professor Chang’s high praise, Wang Zhuo should offer his sincere gratitude. However, Professor Chang always steered his lectures toward crude topics, frequently veering off into discussions about romantic relationships. Especially this semester, he kept bringing up Wang Zhuo’s "250" status and even shamelessly analyzed Wang Zhuo’s sexual capabilities. How was Wang Zhuo supposed to thank him after that?

Wang Zhuo returned to school this time to register for his final exams.

Despite gaining fame in this manner, his studies had to continue. His plan to complete all in-residence courses this semester had not changed because of this. The school, considering his exceptional circumstances, had granted him special leave and offered leniency on attendance.

This meant that as long as he successfully completed the final exams, he could finish all his coursework and enter the internship phase next semester. This accelerated progression drastically moved up his graduation date, completely unshackling him.

As he left President Ma’s office reception, Wang Zhuo wore an enigmatic smile—it was impossible to tell if it was happiness, self-mockery, or a bitter smile.

President Ma had been very candid with Wang Zhuo, telling him everything he could. He suggested Wang Zhuo register for fewer exams this term to give the school some room to maneuver and report to superiors, with the unexamined courses to be taken during the final periods of the internship phase.

Since the leadership had suggested it, Wang Zhuo naturally accepted the advice. Making things convenient for others was making things convenient for himself. Regardless of when the exam was held, he could cheat using his X-ray vision anyway, requiring no prior preparation—it made no difference!

Just as he was about to go downstairs, Geng Bin’s call came through: "Boss, you had better exit through the side door. There are many unidentified civilians waiting outside the main entrance of the Administration Building!"

"Huh?" Wang Zhuo stopped, a wry smile on his face. He casually swept the area downstairs with his X-ray vision—indeed, as Geng Bin described, a few dozen students were scattered outside the building entrance. From their hushed conversations and the glances frequently directed toward the doorway, it was easy to tell they were a group of star-struck fans!

Damn it, I don’t have flowers growing on my face, what’s there to look at! Wang Zhuo scratched his head and told Geng Bin he understood. After a moment’s hesitation, he decided against using the main door; being stared at by a bunch of people was not a pleasant feeling!

He helplessly walked down the corridor to the staircase on the other side. As he descended, he used his X-ray vision to observe the "fans." It turned out the vast majority were girls, including three or two quite attractive ones, but he didn’t recognize any—they were likely freshmen.

Exiting the side door of the Administration Building, Wang Zhuo slipped away quietly under the shade of the trees, suddenly feeling that this action was beneath him—running away just because of a group of young girls—it was too embarrassing!

The more he dwelled on it, the more irritated he became. He abruptly stopped, pulled out his phone, and called Geng Bin, thinking: What kind of scene haven't I seen before? I can't lose face today!

"Boss, did you sneak out?" Geng Bin asked preemptively.

"What do you mean sneak out? Am I hiding from them?" Wang Zhuo laughed and scolded irritably, "Whose classes are there today? Are there any I'd like to hear?"

"Ah? You want to go to class?" Geng Bin could hardly believe his ears. After a long pause, he said, "Old Xu and Horse Face have classes today—you like both of theirs. But Professor Chang also has a class—why don't you go listen to him?"

In university, some mischievous students liked to give professors or lecturers nicknames. These nicknames could be complimentary or derogatory, expressing admiration or scorn. But Professor Chang was a unique phenomenon at the Medical University; no matter their academic level, students would call him Professor Chang, whether to his face or privately.

However, whether they meant "Chang" () or "Intestine" () was debatable!

"Professor Chang's class?" Wang Zhuo paused slightly, recalling the anecdotes his classmates relayed to him via QQ after attending Professor Chang’s lectures during his absence this past semester.

Geng Bin chuckled, "Yes, he has class. But I heard you finished his course last semester."

Wang Zhuo gave a dry chuckle, "Then let's do his. I want to hear how he’s badmouthing me."

So the two arranged a quiet meeting point. Wang Zhuo wore a pair of colored rimless glasses and a baseball cap today; at first glance, one wouldn't recognize him as the powerful Instructor Wang of the campus. He didn't take the side paths but headed straight for the Graduate Teaching Building with Geng Bin.

Professor Chang’s class today was held in a medium-sized lecture hall, but only about thirty students were present, barely filling half the room. Because of his sharply critical teaching style, his students were polarized: those who liked him loved him, and those who detested him would scoff at the mere mention of his name.

Among these thirty-odd students, there were a few unfamiliar faces today, and they were female; judging by their age, they were not graduate students. However, Old Chang didn't mind—he taught his material, and they could come and go as they pleased, as long as they didn't disrupt the class order.

Wang Zhuo and Geng Bin arrived at the rear door of the lecture hall. Geng Bin first peered through the small window on the door, then turned back to Wang Zhuo with a sly grin, "You've come at the perfect time. The more girls listening, the better Professor Chang performs. I see nearly half the people listening today are girls!"