Friday.
The enrollment education week was finally over, and classes would begin next week. Tang Qing had already received his textbooks and was looking forward to starting classes. Despite his brilliant mind, which allowed him to remember anything at a glance, this didn't dampen his interest.
His views had never changed.
Life is a series of experiences; it's a process.
If he were to step into society to earn money simply because he knew everything, he couldn't figure out a reason for doing so. Did he need to make money himself? No. Did he need to manage the company? Not either.
Everything was being taken care of. Why would he foolishly 'join in the fun'? As though he were afraid of being bypassed. With Sky Eye and the command room soldiers, no one dared nor could succeed in doing so.
The most important thing was...
