As the group dispersed and everyone sat down, many boys still turned their heads from time to time to glance at the corner, their eyes on Zhao Yang now lacking some hostility and instead filled with a peculiar glow!
Zhao Yang thought that these people wouldn't dare to hold a grudge against him after he had swiftly dealt with Ding Ming's gang at noon, so he didn't pay it any mind.
A teacher in his forties entered the classroom and began the lesson. Zhao Yang sat in his seat, entranced and attentively listening to every word the teacher said.
For Zhao Yang, what he needed the most at the moment was knowledge, and at H University, in this ocean of knowledge, Zhao Yang continued to voraciously absorb what was offered here as the fountainhead of his wisdom.
Sometimes intelligence alone isn't enough for a person; knowledge can change one's thinking, temperament, and even fate.
And what Zhao Yang lacked the most now was knowledge.
