The loli was furious—this sandbox tyrant had gone too far. You might not respect women, but how can you not respect a beauty like this girl? Damn!

“The answer is—stand still, look at the blue sky, enjoy the breeze, feel the warm sand beneath your feet... ah, this is what life is all about...”

At this moment, William Carter seemed like a fusion of poet and philosopher, utterly enchanting the innocent little lambs before him.

“Standing still? Isn’t that just having no ambition, no drive? Isn’t that just laziness?”

Although this post-90s loli was no stranger to rebellion, and her adolescent impulses made her change boyfriends faster than she changed phones, years of traditional education still made her question William Carter.

Years of brainwashing, crippling education weighed like three great mountains—even the most battle-hardened post-90s comrade couldn’t just topple them at will.

If not for William Carter, perhaps this daunting task would have to be left to this post-90s girl’s future post-10s or even post-30s descendants.

“A leisurely life doesn’t mean laziness. Take your time to understand, classmate...”

With that, William Carter left it at that, saying nothing more, because the principal had already charged over like an enraged bull, shoving and pushing him out of the classroom.

“I swear to God, I wasn’t waving a red flag—I was just wearing red boxers, is that not allowed?”

William Carter was frustrated. What’s wrong with this world? Can’t even teachers speak the truth anymore?

Walking out of the gates of Chudu Medical University, William Carter felt as if a great weight had been lifted, as if he’d returned to the embrace of freedom. He took a deep breath of fresh air with his prominent, Greek-god-like nose, then strode quickly to the street, flagged down a taxi, and lazily climbed in.

“Driver, to Xiadian Market...”

“Where?”

The taxi driver turned around in astonishment, wondering if he’d misheard.

“Xiadian Road Market, it’s very close.”

William Carter smiled brightly, radiating sunshine.

The taxi driver sized up William Carter a few times, confirming that both his mental state and intelligence seemed within normal range, then said with some difficulty, “Young man, Xiadian Road Market is just a minute’s drive from here. Walking would only take four or five minutes. Are you sure you want to take a cab?”

“Absolutely sure, one hundred percent...” William Carter lounged lazily in the back seat, frowning slightly. So strange—why are all the taxi drivers I meet so naggy?

“I’m telling you, young man, how can you be so lazy? It’s just a few steps, and you want to take a cab! Have you ever thought about your parents? Is it easy for them to make money? And you’re just throwing it away like this?”

Thinking of life’s hardships and his own disappointing, good-for-nothing son, the taxi driver was instantly filled with righteous indignation, his blood boiling with anger. The way he looked at William Carter was as if he were sizing up a class enemy.

“Mister, if you don’t start driving soon, I’ll have to report you for refusing a fare...”

Glancing lazily at the taxi driver, William Carter added, “Laziness is laziness, leisure is leisure. Take your time to figure it out...”

...

When William Carter walked out of Xiadian Market, his hands were full of chicken, duck, fish, meat, and all kinds of vegetables—he’d bought enough groceries for a whole week, since he had an extra-large fridge at home anyway.

As a true foodie, William Carter never compromised when it came to eating. Even if he was eating alone, he would never settle for less. That’s why he was so indignant at those who called him a “lazy person.” Clearly, he was a man of principle—a “leisurely person.” Compared to a pig, there was still a fundamental difference...

Entering the Xiadian Community, he greeted neighbor Mrs. Harris and exchanged a few casual words. Under the pointing and whispering of a few women, William Carter strolled into his own room, stretched his legs into the kitchen, washed his hands, and started cooking lunch.

Even though he was eating alone, William Carter never shortchanged himself. In just over half an hour, he whipped up three dishes and a soup: stir-fried pork with green peppers, sweet and sour spare ribs, garlic broccoli, and white soup crucian carp. There was both meat and vegetables, fish and pork. Though it couldn’t compare to a top chef’s skills, it was far better than what you’d get at an average restaurant.

He also poured himself two taels of rice wine, and a big bowl of special Wuchang tribute rice he’d bought online for ten yuan a jin. William Carter ate with such relish that his eyes narrowed into slits, looking just like a pig that had just feasted.

After eating, he brewed a cup of fine Tieguanyin tea, grabbed a summer chair, and sat on the balcony. Sipping tea while watching the bustling crowd below, all chasing fame and fortune, William Carter felt a comfort beyond words.

Now this is life...

Luckily, the principal had kicked him out of the classroom. Otherwise, if he’d really become a teacher, it would be hard to maintain such a leisurely life. As the saying goes, a blessing in disguise.

William Carter suddenly felt like a true philosopher—one who remains sober while all around are drunk.

If there was any slight unease, it was that his behavior today had let down comrade Little Grace—the good brother who’d slept in the bunk above him all four years of college...