David Clark didn’t go back to the dormitory directly with Frank Thompson and Henry Sullivan. Instead, he found a senior student and bought a second-hand bicycle for 80 yuan. After asking for directions to Fudan, he started leisurely riding toward that university, which had always been in rivalry with Zhejiang University—so much so that it could even call Zhejiang University “Leftover Rice University” with pride. David Clark had always understood the mentality of those top students at these giant universities: how could one tolerate others snoring beside one’s own bed?

On the way, he saw pairs of young couples everywhere, which made David Clark feel a bit sentimental. Thinking back to his own tragic feelings in high school, somewhere between first love and a secret crush, David Clark couldn’t help but laugh. Such reckless youthful passion! When he arrived at the main gate of Fudan University and saw that the gate wasn’t even as big as the side entrance of an average undergraduate college, David Clark immediately felt that Fudan was quite reliable—at least they didn’t put on a showy facade like some second-rate schools. He didn’t go in, but called Sparrow to come out. However, it wasn’t just Sparrow who came out; there was also a beautiful girl with a temperament similar to Emily Thompson. David Clark wasn’t unfamiliar with her. Sparrow had always had countless admirers, including high-end “vases” like the one in front of him, who were outstanding in both looks and intelligence. She was a genuine 1.7 meters tall, with excellent curves and figure, a delicate face, and a sense of style that would be considered top-notch even in Shanghai. Truly pure yet alluring. By David Clark’s standards, she could easily score over 70. Among the suitors of Sparrow that David Clark knew of, there were probably four such “vase” candidates; the rest mostly held good positions at prestigious universities in Beijing. Two of them had come to Shanghai for Fudan because Sparrow chose it, and the girl in front of him was one of these heroines.

When Sparrow saw David Clark, he looked a bit embarrassed. He had always been annoyed by this “vase” girl’s attentiveness, but couldn’t be too harsh because they were from the same hometown. She had latched onto him as soon as he entered Fudan and still hadn’t let go. He really didn’t know how to introduce David Clark to her—he couldn’t very well say, “This is my Uncle Eight Taels.” Sparrow didn’t think she was qualified to meet Uncle Eight Taels. In a fit of anger, his face darkened and he said, “Linda Kent, now you can be sure I didn’t just make up an excuse to get rid of you by coming here, so can you please disappear from my sight immediately?”

Linda Kent looked pitiful, her smile forced.

“David Clark, in terms of seniority, is Sparrow’s uncle, but you can just call me by my nickname, Alan Clark.” David Clark didn’t have a bad impression of this Linda Kent—she was a pretty girl, and even standing next to Sparrow, they made a good pair.

Sparrow? Alan Clark?

Linda Kent glanced at her Prince Charming, then at the mysterious David Clark, feeling at a loss.

Sparrow’s real name was Sam Sparrow. He had always been among the top five students in Tangshan City, and that was even with him spending a lot of time hanging out with David Clark and his group. A typical teenage prodigy, he had shown talent in many areas from an early age. A week before the college entrance exam, he accompanied Leo to a group fight and was injured heroically. During the exam, his right hand was in a cast and bandaged, so he wrote all his answers with his left hand, which drove the school leaders who had high hopes for him to despair. Yet he still managed to score nearly 670 points—a testament to his prowess. This madman could have joined the Youth Class at the Chinese Academy of Sciences; math olympiad problems were child’s play to him. So for someone as extraordinary as him, the so-called top students at Fudan didn’t even catch his eye. Plus, he had a delicate, classical look, but wasn’t a bookworm—he was the king of exams among the troublemakers. How could he not attract countless admirers at school? Of course, the nickname Sparrow wasn’t known to outsiders.

“You have to call him uncle too,” Sparrow said, still looking displeased.

“Uncle.” Linda Kent actually called him uncle quite respectfully.

That was her cleverness. Even if the David Clark standing in front of her was just an ordinary person, even a beggar, anyone who could earn the respect of the perfect man Sam Sparrow couldn’t possibly be mediocre. This was an obvious conclusion easily deduced by reverse thinking. Linda Kent was happy to play along and earn some points. To get into Fudan and persistently pursue Sam Sparrow, she certainly had impressive qualities.

“If you have any pretty roommates, you must introduce them to your uncle,” David Clark said with a hearty laugh.

“I’ll definitely complete the mission,” Linda Kent replied cheerfully, readily agreeing.

“I need to talk to my uncle about something. You can go now,” Sparrow said impatiently.

Linda Kent wrinkled her pretty little nose, then smiled charmingly and said goodbye to David Clark.

“Her father is a pretty well-known coal merchant in Luan County, Tangshan, right?” David Clark asked softly, watching Linda Kent’s departing figure.

Sparrow nodded.

“What a clever heiress. How come you don’t like her?” David Clark laughed.

“She’s too shrewd, so she’s not smart enough,” Sparrow said lightly, sentencing Linda Kent with a single sentence.

“You’re just too picky. You should combine with Tiger—that way, one’s not so cold and the other’s not so lustful,” David Clark joked.

“Uncle, don’t lump me together with that stud Tiger. That guy’s bound to die of syphilis sooner or later,” Sparrow said with a wicked grin. Realizing it wasn’t appropriate for the two of them to keep standing at the school gate, he asked, “Uncle, aren’t you coming to my dorm for a bit?”