Despite having only awakened from her seal two days ago, her experiences over these days have been extremely interesting. This era is fascinating—far more so than the late Qing, the Republic, or the early years after the founding of the country that she had lived through.

People in this era no longer have to worry about filling their stomachs, nor do they live in constant fear of foreign invaders’ guns and cannons. Potato chips and spicy sticks are so delicious, and yogurt—the sweet and sour taste still lingers in her memory.

Entertainment is just as abundant. The TV is huge, and there are all kinds of movies. Back in the day, the biggest evening entertainment for her and her former great-grandson was watching the news on a black-and-white TV, and occasionally going to a dance hall for ballroom dancing. As for going to the cinema, that was even rarer—mainly because her former great-grandson wasn’t very good at making money, and couldn’t keep up with her spending.

As a young lady from a wealthy family, even after being dead for so many years, she still spends money lavishly. How could a small allowance be enough? Back then, just eating snacks alone made William Thompson's father cry.

And then there’s the computer—how can it be so much fun? You can play games, watch discs, and even chat with people.

When William Thompson left, great-grandmother was playing a game called “Dungeon & Fighter.” She learns things quickly and picked it up with ease, playing on the account that William Thompson had abandoned for years. Now, she can already enter the PK arena and compete with others… no, to test her skills against them.

Great-grandmother’s hand speed can almost crush all her opponents, but William Thompson’s account hasn’t been played in years, so the level and equipment are outdated. No matter how fast her hands are, she can’t turn the tide and lost match after match.

Frustrated, her little hands slapped the table hard.

She switched to the web page and, with clumsy two-finger typing, entered: Why can’t my Sword Soul beat others!

She was using Wubi input, which William Thompson’s father had taught her back in the day.

Not getting a satisfactory answer, the clever great-grandmother changed her search: How to get stronger in the game!

The search results came up…

Ma Hua Teng: Young man, want to get stronger? Come and spend some money.

Spend money?

A flash of inspiration hit great-grandmother—she remembered that Edward Thompson had left a huge sum of two hundred thousand.

That money actually wasn’t for her son; it was her support allowance.

……

William Thompson is a student at the University of Finance, majoring in finance. Shanghai is the country’s financial center, and as a top student graduating from the finance department, as long as you don’t just coast through college, you can basically find a decent job after graduation.

There was a professional class in the morning, taught by the school’s famous Professor Foster, known in the community as: Spicy-Heart Old Radish!

He always gives surprise quizzes, and the grades are tied to the final exam. If you skip class, you’ll almost certainly fail and have to retake the course.

But the real reason for his fame is that he has a great son—the legendary quick-draw artist known by all. Although he hasn’t been seen in the community for many years, his legend still lives on.

William Thompson takes his major courses seriously. Getting into the University of Finance, even with the advantage of being a local, still required solid ability. But today, he wasn’t in good shape and couldn’t focus on the class.

When a man is overindulgent, this is what happens—everything looks double, he’s mentally exhausted, and can’t concentrate.

His kidney was poked lightly twice—it was his roommate David Harris. He hunched his neck and whispered, “You didn’t come to class yesterday. You missed a good show.”

“What good show?”

“You don’t know? Didn’t check the class WeChat group?”

“If you’ve got something to say, just say it. Don’t hold it in.”

“Sarah Bolton is dead.”

“What? Sarah Bolton is dead?!!”

The news came so suddenly that he blurted out in shock, startling Professor Foster on the podium, who was showing off his Russian.

The surrounding classmates all turned to look, and Professor Foster was furious. “The classroom is a place for learning, not for gossip. Save your topics for after class.”

William Thompson shrank his head.

Suppressing his curiosity, he didn’t dare ask further. He endured until the class ended, then grabbed David Harris’s arm, both shocked and gossipy: “What happened? Dead?!”

Chapter 8

Run!

Gossiping isn’t just a woman’s hobby—men like it too. On the way back to the dorm with books in hand, David Harris vividly described what happened yesterday.

Sarah Bolton was a famous rich and handsome guy at the University of Finance—wealthy, good grades, and good-looking, very popular with girls. Compared to Sarah Bolton, whose family ran several companies, William Thompson’s apartment was nothing.

Every rich and handsome guy wants to sleep with more women—no, actually, every man does; it’s just that the poor can’t afford to.

Sarah Bolton changed girlfriends frequently, so his reputation wasn’t great, but that didn’t stop him from being attractive and popular. Especially those girls who said, “So what if he’s rich? He changes girlfriends all the time. I’d never go for such a playboy.”

But if Sarah Bolton actually pursued them, eight or nine out of ten would fall for him.

Heh, women!

But such a promising, license-plate-YueB-rich second generation just died like that.

Yesterday morning at seven, Sarah Bolton’s body was found in the flowerbed behind the library—completely naked, no blood at the scene, and he looked very peaceful, as if he were just sleeping.

The first to discover the body was the library administrator, since the school library opens at seven in the morning.

When the administrator found him, though he was dead, his dick was still rock hard!