The result of refusing to comply is to resist with one's life; the world may be vast, but he believes his own promise is the greatest.

Sigh, these geniuses... William Thompson sighed inwardly. Should I say you're fragile, or just a bit childish?

Travis Sullivan was a meticulous person. From the look on the other's face, he detected a hint of disapproval and couldn't help but defend himself, "Alright, I already know I was wrong. Anyway, my family has agreed, so I'll stay in the inner dorm for another year."

Of course, after you already skipped the Stargazing Tower once, how could your family not indulge you? William Thompson smiled and gave a thumbs-up. "A man of his word—Senior Sullivan, you truly are a real man."

"A real man..." Travis Sullivan softly repeated these three words, paused, and then asked, "Then why did you call me 'senior sister' back then? Do I really look that much like a woman?"

So this was the real reason the Autobot was cold toward William Thompson. He always prided himself on being a man, but his looks were a bit handsome, his build a bit delicate, and people often described him with neutral terms.

Precisely because of this, after getting a B on this exam, he was determined to keep his promise and prove his manliness.

Although he didn't die from jumping off the building, everyone who saved him called him "senior sister"—one can imagine how frustrated he felt.

"So that's the reason..." William Thompson shook his head, half laughing, half crying. "Senior, you know I'm an orphan, never had a chance to date, and I love reading storybooks. My favorite thing is imagining heroes saving beauties..."

Chapter 5: Old Fourth's Wild Ways

Travis Sullivan's face immediately darkened. "So you're still saying I look like a woman?"

"Not at all, Senior Sullivan, your cultivation is superb, and you jumped so fast—it was like lightning. As a junior with low cultivation, how could I see clearly?" William Thompson spread his hands and answered with a smile. "I was just thinking, it would be best if I could save a senior sister."

"My cultivation is just average," Travis Sullivan replied, his expression much improved.

Then he raised his bandaged hand and patted his chest. "If you want to meet a senior sister, leave it to me. I'm not bragging—I've got some influence in the academy... Junior, you're so handsome, I'll definitely introduce you to a real beauty."

"A beauty..." William Thompson bit his teeth in distress. This... goes against my original intention.

However, now was the time to make his request. "How about this, senior, you don't need to introduce me to a beautiful senior sister. My instructor wants to meet you and asked me to make the introduction. Could you do me this favor?"

Upon hearing this, Travis Sullivan was momentarily stunned, then a strange expression appeared on his face—a mix of shock, disdain, suspicion, a bit of reserve, and... disappointment?

He nodded slightly and sneered, "So, you know what kind of person I am after all."

What's with that look? William Thompson wasn't exactly short-tempered and could put aside his pride, but he really didn't like it when others gave him attitude. So he replied coolly, "That's my only request. It's up to you whether you want to do me this favor."

"You saved me, and that's all the favor you want?" Travis Sullivan also smiled. He was proud to the core. "Fine, I'll give you this favor. Anything else you want?"

William Thompson looked at him deeply and shook his head. "Nothing else."

As he spoke, he stood up. "I live in Room 303, Gengzi Building, this year's Chen class... This is some external wound medicine I brought, just a small token from me."

Travis Sullivan, lying in bed, laughed. "Since you know my background... you might as well take this medicine back."

His uncle was in the Dao Palace, his father worked in the government, and as the most outstanding member of the Qin family of his generation, he had access to all kinds of miraculous medicines after being injured. He really didn't care for the medicine brought by this orphan.

Just look at that shabby packaging... Tsk tsk, you have the nerve to give it, but I really can't use it.

"This medicine was made by me personally. Its effects are quite extraordinary," William Thompson replied calmly. If he weren't afraid of arousing suspicion, just making medicine would have made him a fortune—what do you bumpkins from the lower world know about wound medicine?

No choice, as a Wind Observer, he had to keep a low profile.

As he spoke, he turned to leave. "Instructor Jing is a decent person. When you talk to him, just be a bit more polite."

Watching him leave just like that, Travis Sullivan lay in bed, stunned. After a long while, he smiled faintly and shook his head. "He really is proud enough, like a genius. But... do you have the right to be proud? Young people these days..."

At that moment, the middle-aged maid beside him spoke up, looking disdainfully at the medicine. "Young Master Tianzhu... should I throw this medicine away?"

The maid had been sent by the Qin family to take care of him after his jump. She herself was a peak system cultivator, so her judgment was certainly not ordinary.

What is a system cultivator? It means a cultivator within the government system, basically someone protected by fortune.

Graduating from this academy just means you've barely entered the system. If you can't get into the system, you'll need other opportunities to gain fortune's protection.

"Don't throw it away," Travis Sullivan said with a smile, shaking his head. "This junior of mine is quite interesting, not like my old man, who reeks of the musty smell of system cultivators... Just keep it for now. Ah, the heart of youth."

The middle-aged maid silently put the medicine away.