“William Bolton, you’re finally here.” Nearby, his advisor Mr. Thompson waved at William Bolton.

Chapter 010: She and I... are not close

“Sorry, Mr. Thompson, I’m late.” William Bolton temporarily ignored Grace Foster and walked over to Mr. Thompson’s desk.

“Eleven o’clock, that is a bit late.” Mr. Thompson nodded. “I’ve already reviewed the others’ designs, and their progress is good. What about yours?”

Samuel Turner was grinning over there, looking schadenfreude.

“He definitely didn’t do it again,” David Parker said.

William Bolton’s eyebrow twitched. Somewhat embarrassed, he handed the file folder to Mr. Thompson, but Mr. Thompson didn’t look at it. He just placed it on the desk, looked up at William Bolton, and asked, “You haven’t done it yet, have you?”

“Yeah.” William Bolton admitted honestly.

“I know you had some issues recently.” Mr. Thompson sighed. “It’s normal to not be in the mood to work during this time. Tell me, what have you been up to lately?”

William Bolton stayed silent, eyes downcast, like a meditating monk. He couldn’t exactly say he’d been busy cultivating, could he?

“William Bolton.” Samuel Turner walked over with a look of sorrow, patting William Bolton on the shoulder. “We’re all brothers from the same dorm, living together for four years. Even if there were some minor conflicts, we’ve still got four years of friendship. None of us in the dorm want to see you like this. You used to be so hardworking, way ahead of us on your graduation project. But ever since the car accident, look at you… Sigh, let’s not even talk about the graduation project. All the big companies have been holding job fairs at school recently, and I haven’t seen you attend a single one. What are you planning to do in the future? If you don’t go to job fairs, do you not want to find a job?”

Mr. Thompson frowned and looked at William Bolton, asking, “You didn’t go to the job fairs either?”

“I forgot.” William Bolton said flatly.

For senior students, there are only two main things to be busy with: one is the graduation project, and the other is attending all kinds of job fairs, sending out tons of resumes, and looking for a job.

“This won’t do, William Bolton.” Mr. Thompson looked at him seriously. “You need to think about your future. After all these years of hard study, let’s not talk about serving the country or striving for socialist modernization—aren’t we all just trying to get a good job? There’s still plenty of time for the graduation project, you can do it later. But how can you skip the job fairs? Every one you miss is a missed opportunity.”

“We actually wanted to take him with us, but he moved out recently, and we couldn’t find him at all,” David Parker said.

“How’s your job search going?” Mr. Thompson turned to ask the others.

“I’ve already signed with a company under Tianzheng Group,” Samuel Turner said proudly. “I’ll start my internship in a month.”

“Very good, very good. Tianzheng is a great company in China, and the benefits are quite generous.” Mr. Thompson nodded, looking pleased.

The others had either already signed contracts or were preparing for interviews, which only highlighted William Bolton’s predicament.

Grace Foster had been quietly listening on the side. At this moment, she couldn’t help but frown. She could sense the insincerity in the words of William Bolton’s roommates, and the contemptuous look Samuel Turner gave William Bolton.

“Excuse me, I’m going to the restroom.” Grace Foster stood up with a smile, then turned and walked out the door.

Mr. Thompson changed the subject and looked at William Bolton again: “Alright, let’s put aside your graduation project and job search for now. Let’s talk about your personal matters.”

“Personal matters?” William Bolton was puzzled.

“That young lady has been waiting for you since eight this morning. Did you do something to let her down?”

William Bolton was stunned. He touched his chin and said with a wry smile, “I’m not close with her!”

“Not close?” A sly glint flashed in Mr. Thompson’s old eyes. “If you’re not close, why would that young lady go to such lengths to find you, even coming to me to ask for you? If you’re not close, would she willingly wait for three hours since eight in the morning? Who are you trying to fool?”

“I really… am not that close with her!” William Bolton was completely exasperated. This Mr. Thompson was great in every way, except he was too kind—and the kinder he was, the more he meddled.

“I know, she’s the one who hit you. The young lady told me everything. She took care of you in the hospital for a month. Even if she hit you, that makes you even, doesn’t it?”

“Young man, do you know what fate is?” Mr. Thompson’s lips curled into a mysterious smile. “Fate is like stepping in dog poop—if you don’t seize it, you might never get the chance again.”

“My eyes aren’t just for reviewing your graduation projects. I’ve lived a long time and I’m good at reading people. The way that young lady looks at you is definitely unusual. She’s come all the way here for you. As a man, are you really going to back down? If so, you’d better be ready to repeat a year!”

Damn, who knows what kind of spell Grace Foster put on this old man—now my advisor is even threatening me with graduation.