With an experienced mentor to offer advice, the acceptance rate of his own paper submissions should increase significantly, and when it comes to choosing academic journals, he believed that Professor Turner would also be able to provide plenty of valuable suggestions.

So, William Carter planned to wait until after the advanced mathematics exam before taking his paper to Professor Turner for some help.

As for now, naturally, it was time for some last-minute cramming.

After all, besides advanced mathematics, there was also a modern history outline exam.

The most infuriating part was, this year it was actually a closed-book exam!

William Carter could never figure out what use learning this stuff was to him.

Would mastering it make him a successor?

But even with a thousand complaints in his heart, what needed to be studied still had to be studied, and what needed to be memorized still had to be memorized.

After all, it was worth two credits, and it had a big impact on his GPA.

And so, William Carter forced himself to sit in the empty dorm room, clutching his textbook and gnawing away at it.

The result was predictable.

He just couldn’t focus at all!

Sitting in the dorm, after a whole morning of memorizing, William Carter felt dizzy and dazed, tossed the textbook onto the desk, and gave up.

Once a person has nothing to do, they just want to slack off. Staring at the dorm ceiling in a daze for two minutes, William Carter pulled out his phone.

Coincidentally, someone had messaged him, so he opened WeChat.

Sarah Brooks: [Junior, why didn’t you come to the library today? There’s a problem I can’t solve, can you teach me?]

Sarah Brooks: [Picture]

William Carter thought for a moment, casually typed a reply, and sent it.

[Reviewing modern history in the dorm, wait a moment...]

He enlarged the picture of the exercise, glanced at it a couple of times, put his phone aside, and with a grunt, got up from his chair.

He grabbed a piece of scratch paper, picked up a pen, and started scribbling. In less than two minutes, he had solved the problem.

He took out his phone, snapped a photo and sent it over. Looking at the modern history book lying to the side, William Carter sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Math really is more interesting!

Addicted to slacking off and not wanting to memorize, William Carter picked up his phone and continued scrolling through his Moments.

As he scrolled, he happened to see a post from his roommate.

[David Foster: Ahhh... I haven’t reviewed at all, advanced math is so hard! I’m going to fail again T.T]

“……”

William Carter felt he should probably block this guy’s Moments, but after silently reciting “be kind to others, maintain social harmony” dozens of times, he ended up giving this drama king a like and quickly scrolled past.

Scrolling through Moments one by one, he felt a bit like he was reviewing memorials to the throne.

Time slipped by without him noticing.

At that moment, the dorm door suddenly opened, and a sweaty Eric Grant walked in carrying a basketball.

“Did you fall into a ditch?” William Carter glanced at him.

“What ditch, I was playing ball! At the end of this month, after the English exam, there’s going to be a class tournament. The class monitor is pulling us for training.” Plopping down on the chair, Eric Grant twisted open a bottle of mineral water, took a big swig, and let out a long breath. “Damn, the center from Class Two is so freaking tall, he could be a utility pole.”

“You’re not going to review?”

“Review what? I’ve already looked over everything before, reviewing again won’t make much difference. Ninety points is unrealistic, eighty is barely possible, seventy is no problem at all. If you want a high score, you’ll have to hope Old Tang goes easy on us!” Eric Grant fanned himself with a textbook and said, “Besides, math isn’t as important as basketball.”

“PE is only worth a couple of GPA points...” William Carter couldn’t help but retort.

“William Carter.” Eric Grant looked at William Carter seriously.

Whenever this guy looked at him so seriously, William Carter felt uncomfortable all over.

“What...?”

“Is your life only about GPA?” Eric Grant asked earnestly.

“...What else is there?”

“Let me put it another way—do you long for girls?” Eric Grant asked seriously.

“I guess...”

William Carter felt he wasn’t that desperate yet, and from a rational perspective, given his own financial situation, he honestly didn’t think he could afford the cost of a relationship.

He was someone who disliked trouble, and even more so, someone who didn’t like causing trouble for others. Although he believed he would become very rich in the future, richer than anyone, he didn’t want to waste someone else’s youth because of it.

Of course, maybe he only thought this way because he hadn’t yet met someone he wanted to love regardless of everything.

Who could say what the future would bring?

“What do you mean ‘I guess’? William Carter, as the dorm leader, I have to impart some life experience to you.” Eric Grant hugged the back of his chair, sat on it backwards, and said earnestly, “Imagine this: you’re dribbling into the free-throw lane, facing two big guys blocking you, then suddenly you take three steps and go up for a slam dunk... What happens next?”

“I... can’t dunk.”

With William Carter’s height, he could touch the rim if he jumped, but dunking was still a long way off. If he really tried to force the ball up, he’d probably get blocked pretty badly.

“Shooting, at least you can shoot! A three-pointer right on target.” Eric Grant said, exasperated. “Think about it again!”

Shooting he could do.

William Carter thought for a moment and said, “The ball goes in?”