But in front of this person, the depth of character, the essence of literary talent, combined with powerful inner energy, truly created a mysterious force field that felt almost tangible.

Or perhaps, it was a deepened version of charisma, inspiring awe.

“Let’s sit down and talk first! You’re here to confirm your exam registration, right?”

Sean Foster nodded in agreement.

“Student Fang, you’ve applied for quite a few exams this time, haven’t you? Second-level History, Basic Socioeconomics, Basic Sociopolitics, Second-level Physics, Second-level Chinese, Second-level Classical Chinese, as well as Basic English and First-level English, and you’re taking both Second- and Third-level Math at the same time.” Director Bolton flipped through some papers as he spoke.

“Yes, actually I’ve already studied a bit before, and I’ve been focusing on reading during the recent break, so I’d like to take all of these exams.”

“Mm, your advisor Yvonne Clark already mentioned that you’ve been studying math for five hours a day recently, and finished the 200-hour Third-level Math course in just two months. That’s really dedicated!” Director Bolton nodded and typed a few words: “Student Fang, please swipe your ID card here.”

Sean Foster stepped forward and swiped his card. With a beep, a few seconds later, a printed sheet was dispensed.

“All right, the exam schedule is on there. Just show up on time for your exams, and I hope you pass.” Director Bolton said with a smile.

“Yes, thank you, Director Bolton. I’ll take my leave now.” Sean Foster took the paper and glanced at it.

There were two exam sessions scheduled per semester, meaning one per month. Basically, after several months of study, students might take an exam as soon as the semester starts, or if there are any uncertainties, they can get guidance and take the exam the following month.

Afterward, everyone went to visit their respective advisors. On the first day of the new semester, there were naturally many students, so Sean Foster blended in, checked in, greeted his advisor, and then left.

It wasn’t until the final visit to his math advisor Yvonne Clark that something a bit unexpected happened. Yvonne Clark had quite an impression of him—after all, finishing Third-level Math in two months, while not unheard of, was still relatively rare.

“Oh, it’s Student Fang. Help me deliver these documents to the archives, will you?” Yvonne Clark said. Although everything was stored online nowadays, there were still some security concerns, so there were paper backups and CD archives.

“Sure, Advisor Lin.” There were only about a hundred students, and their files together weren’t very thick, so he just picked up a couple of folders.

The two of them walked down the corridor, Sean Foster carrying two bags of files, walking steadily.

Chapter 4: The Start of School (Part 2)

Yvonne Clark observed her student. In fact, with the simultaneous advancement of technology and cultivation, and the development of human potential, there were plenty of smart students nowadays. In her own college alone, there were several geniuses. Although this student had performed well recently, he was still far from being on their level. Yet just now, he gave her a very special feeling.

This feeling was quite inexplicable, but she trusted her intuition.

“Student Fang, you study very diligently, don’t you? Why haven’t you joined any clubs? Of course, studying is important, but participating in activities and developing interests and hobbies is even more important.” Yvonne Clark said. As an advisor, she could of course read some academic records.

Sean Foster smiled. This was something unique to this world. On Earth, teachers and society wished students would study as hard as possible—when would you ever hear an advisor say that interests and hobbies were more important?

But thinking of the long-standing traditions and powerful technology that had basically eliminated the problem of basic needs in this world, he felt at ease. It was simply a different foundation.

Humanity had finally begun to be liberated from labor, and its civilization and spirit would achieve unprecedented prosperity and development.

How fortunate he was to be reborn at this time.

“Once these exams are over and I have some time, I’ll definitely find a good club to join, make some friends, and develop some hobbies.” Sean Foster answered seriously.

After a few minutes’ walk, they stood in front of a building. There was no elevator inside; the stairs were made of ancient brass, but everything was clean and tidy. After just a few steps, suddenly, a pleasant melody drifted over from the opposite side, like a gentle breeze. Both of them stopped in their tracks.

A piano was playing, the piece was “Summer Night Watching the Stream,” composed a hundred years ago by the musical genius Huang Lan.

The jade ruyi inside Sean Foster’s body suddenly resonated, almost harmonizing with the melody. With the support of the jade ruyi, he truly understood the profoundness within.

The piano notes were clear and lively, the tone and pitch, the dynamics and tempo, all nearly perfect, carrying a certain rhythm.

This rhythm carried power, as if there really was a stream flowing silently, the wind blowing the mist onto the stones. Sean Foster had never imagined that someone could truly use piano music to portray a stream, so vividly and realistically.

The music faded, gradually falling silent.

“Who is that?” Sean Foster couldn’t help but ask. On Earth, though his time there was short, he had accomplished great things, been ambitious and enterprising, and left traces of decisive action and even killing intent—all of which now surfaced.

“Olivia Harris, a member of the student council, sixth-level piano, vice president of the music club.” Yvonne Clark replied with a slight smile. As expected, a bit different from the rest.

The world had been at peace for a long time; it was rare for young people to have such sharp ambition anymore.