From this childhood friend, he saw the impermanence of life, so William Carter became especially appreciative of the present, started studying hard, and has now become a top student ranked in the top ten of his grade.

William Carter ultimately didn’t let David Bolton carry his bag for him, even though in the eyes of other classmates, David Bolton was just his bag-carrying sidekick.

William Carter pushed his white Forever mountain bike. Although it wasn’t one of those popular brands like Giant or Merida, it still looked very stylish, and since he always kept it spotless, it drew attention.

“Pushing your bike, huh!”

If it weren’t for William Carter pointing it out, David Bolton would have had no idea that the rusty, battered bike was his own. It was also a Forever brand, and except for the bell, which didn’t ring, everything else rattled.

David Bolton didn’t know how to ride a bike. In the Heavenly Palace, there were plenty of people riding rare and exotic beasts. Even if your rank wasn’t high enough to be assigned a mount, you could still ride the clouds, but no one ever rode a bicycle.

He remembered once seeing an ancient painting of the Antarctic Elder riding a bicycle. He had even asked that bald old man about it, but the old immortal completely denied it. How could that be? Only a celestial deer stepping on auspicious clouds would be worthy of the Antarctic Elder’s status.

David Bolton’s bike wasn’t locked. In this condition, no thief would bother with it.

David Bolton put his backpack into the wobbly, rusty wire basket at the front of the bike, and started worrying: what if he asks me to ride the bike? How should I refuse? With a quick turn of his mind, he already came up with more than a dozen different excuses.

His IQ value started fluctuating wildly, rising nonstop—probably because he had just arrived in the mortal world and his new body wasn’t quite stable yet.

Luckily, William Carter didn’t plan to ride. He and David Bolton pushed their bikes out of the school together, stopping at the corner leading to Xin’an Road, where William Carter looked a bit hesitant.

David Bolton stopped with him, glancing around curiously at his surroundings—everything here felt new and fascinating to him.

William Carter said to David Bolton, “David Bolton, how do I treat you?”

In the past, David Bolton was best at reading people. Just by observing his actions and words, he could tell this classmate wanted a favor. He thought to himself, I don’t even know you that well, how should I know? But since he was planning to follow William Carter home, he nodded along, pretending to agree.

“Can you help me deliver a letter?”

David Bolton thought, delivering a letter isn’t risking my life. Considering how William Carter stood up for him today, he agreed.

William Carter patted his broad shoulder excitedly and said, “Good buddy, I’ll treat you to skewers next time.”

Skewers? What kind of sport is that? David Bolton grinned foolishly, took the letter from William Carter, but didn’t see the recipient’s name on the envelope. Not that it mattered—even if it was written, he wouldn’t know the person. “Who’s it for?”

William Carter was a bit exasperated. It’s been three years, and in those three years he’d told him countless times—his ears must be calloused by now—yet he was still asking who it was for?

William Carter quickly glanced at the nearby bus stop, then actually showed a bit of girlish shyness.

“Her!”

Following William Carter’s gaze, David Bolton accurately found the target—a tall figure.

About 1.72 meters tall, with a fantastic figure, wearing a deep blue, well-tailored top and a red-and-blue plaid short skirt. Black athletic knee socks accentuated the rhythmic curves of her beautiful legs, and between the socks and the skirt was a strip of fair, tender skin.

David Bolton wasn’t someone who hadn’t seen the world. The Heavenly Palace was full of beautiful goddesses, but they were always wrapped up tightly, usually hiding their hands in their sleeves, let alone showing their thighs.

A woman’s looks are three parts appearance, five parts dress, and seven parts temperament. He’d never seen anyone dress like this before—at least in the Heavenly Palace, no one dared to dress this way. If they did, it would be considered improper, even wanton—way too wanton!

Seeing him nod without hesitation, William Carter finally relaxed. He patted David Bolton’s shoulder twice more, as encouragement for his courage.

Just before walking over, David Bolton remembered something.

“Oh right, the name.”

William Carter paused before realizing he was asking for the girl’s name. He was really speechless at this guy’s memory.

“Grace Howard!”

Grace Howard was ranked number one in the entire senior year at Beichen No. 1 High School, and had always been so from the first year to the third, no matter the size of the exam. Not only was she outstanding academically, but she was also exceptionally beautiful.

Countless students at Beichen No. 1 High School had a crush on Grace Howard; William Carter was just one of many admirers. His hard work and diligence since entering high school were also related to Grace Howard. In his view, only by constantly improving himself could he hope to win the favor of such a beauty.

If there was one male student at Beichen No. 1 High School who had never looked directly at Grace Howard, it was David Bolton. And now, this short, chubby guy was waddling toward the school’s acknowledged number one beauty.

No one noticed him. There were many people waiting for the bus with Grace Howard, but not a single one dared approach her. This had to do with Grace Howard’s aloof and cold personality—she had very few friends at Beichen No. 1 High School. The general opinion among her classmates was that she was too proud and not friendly enough.