Wuzhi Mountain

On the seventh floor of the building…

Liu Yang was sitting on the couch drinking water and looking at the young man in front of him. Another side was enjoying a bottle of beer.

The young man looked handsome, but what caught the eye was the green jewel in the middle of his forehead.

"Zhou Xuefeng, why did you call me here? Isn't it easier to send me a message?" Liu Yang asked casually. He had known the other side for less than a month.

"Liu Yang, you should celebrate like the other students. They are using the first day of school to have fun and party. Tomorrow, classes will start and they won't have time to do anything else." He continued drinking like he was celebrating something.

"This is no reason to celebrate. You know it."

For Liu Yang, passing a university was an easy thing to do because he could memorize everything he had to study. Every word, every letter was etched in his mind like a painting.