When I used to be nearsighted, I always found it incredible that eagles could lock onto their prey with pinpoint accuracy from thousands of meters in the sky. But now? I myself have become even more unbelievable than an eagle.

Thinking this, William Bolton habitually pushed at the bridge of his nose, only to be startled to find there were no glasses there. Glancing back at the black-framed glasses on the nightstand, he remembered that he now possessed eyesight rivaling that of an eagle, yet still pretended to wear glasses during the day. He couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh at himself, then turned and got back into bed to sleep with his eyes closed.

He slept soundly until morning. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting dappled patterns on William Bolton's body. Lazily, William Bolton raised his hand and pointed toward the curtains, and both the curtains and the sliding door to the small balcony automatically opened slowly.

A wave of warm, fresh air drifted in, and only then did William Bolton slowly get out of bed, shuffling in his slippers out onto the balcony.

Golden sunlight, the shimmering Mirror Lake, the lush campus—everything was so beautiful. After last night’s breakthrough, William Bolton could finally enjoy every beautiful morning like this, without having to get up before dawn to sit cross-legged and cultivate as he used to.

A gentle breeze brought the faint fragrance of lotus flowers from Mirror Lake. In high spirits, William Bolton couldn’t help but spread his arms, close his eyes, and take a deep, intoxicated breath, as if he might soar away on the wind.

Hmph! A cold, angry snort reached William Bolton's ears at that moment. He snapped his eyes open and turned his head toward the source of the sound.

On the small balcony at the east end of the dormitory building, the woman whose two white rabbits had been peeped at was now staring at William Bolton with a cold, murderous gaze, as if she wished she could kill him.

The woman was wearing a white tank top and tennis shorts. Her chest was high, her hips round, and her long, shapely legs glistened with a healthy glow in the golden sunlight—truly the picture of youthful vitality, enough to make anyone feel a surge of energy first thing in the morning. But in William Bolton's eyes, this woman only meant trouble, and his good mood was ruined by her so early in the day.

Damn, so I accidentally saw your chest—do you really have to act like we’re mortal enemies? William Bolton met her gaze, refusing to back down.

William Bolton's eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s. Even from a distance, the woman felt as if he could see right through her clothes. Especially when William Bolton's gaze landed on her prominent chest—even though it was doubly protected, with a cotton tank top and two cups covering it, on a summer morning like this, she still felt a chill, as if she were wearing nothing at all.

“Pervert! Bastard! Shameless!” The woman finally couldn’t withstand William Bolton's eagle-sharp gaze, spun around and went back into her room, then grabbed a pillow and, gritting her teeth, pounded it furiously against the bed, as if the bed itself were her sworn enemy.

Seeing the woman forced back into her room by his sharp gaze, William Bolton only felt a wave of boredom. He would have preferred not to have witnessed yesterday’s stunning scene, even though such a sight is something any man would dream of seeing.

Feeling bored thanks to that woman, William Bolton first had his first breakfast at Wuzhou University in the cafeteria, then hurried to Lianhua Supermarket to cancel the bed, desk, and other items he’d ordered the night before. The refund netted him two thousand yuan.

Although people say that men go bad when they have money, if a man is so broke that he has nothing in his pocket, he’ll feel lacking in confidence no matter what he does—it just doesn’t feel manly. William Bolton didn’t care much about money, but as the saying goes, “A hero can be brought low by lack of money.” Last night, he’d nearly spent all his savings and didn’t even dare take a taxi home. Now that his wallet was full again, he no longer had to worry about being penniless before payday. His mood improved, and he stood up straighter. He even secretly hoped a few more clueless thugs would show up—maybe then he could save enough to buy an air conditioner and a washing machine.

But William Bolton's hopes were dashed. Not long after returning to school, William Bolton received a call from Haier’s Wuzhou City delivery company—they would deliver and install his order at 10 a.m.

The Haier staff arrived at Room 701 right on time at ten o’clock. After a series of installations and adjustments, they left behind a mess and departed. Looking at the floor, now covered in a fresh layer of dust and scattered with packaging boxes and tape, William Bolton suddenly realized that those biker gang delinquents weren’t entirely useless—at least they kept things clean.

Daytime passed quickly. At midnight, the night was cool as water, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

William Bolton sat cross-legged on his mat, letting the Grand Chaos Five Elements Heart Method circulate naturally. Threads of five-element spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered from all directions, enveloping him. The moonlight fell on him like water, faintly refracting into a multicolored glow, making the refined and fair-skinned William Bolton appear dignified and majestic, with a subtle aura of royalty.

Within his dantian, the five drops of true essence—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—had grown noticeably larger after a day of mutual reinforcement, shining even more brilliantly than the night before.

Exhale! William Bolton let out a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, and couldn’t suppress the look of wild joy on his face.