The school he had attended for three years still gave Jiang Siming an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Although many places had been renovated or even rebuilt, they still retained traces of his student days.
For example, the school field was where Jiang Siming had done morning exercises and listened to the school leaders' lectures every day for three years.
But Jiang Siming had been lazy back then. Whenever it was time for exercises, he moved his limp hands and feet as if he had polio, doing the bare minimum whenever he could.
Whenever the school leaders gave speeches, Jiang Siming would sneakily sit on the ground and rest.
There were so many people that the school leaders couldn't see him anyway. If they did, he would simply say he was tying his shoelaces.
There were also the classrooms, cafeteria, campus convenience store, library, and so on.
All those places were filled with memories.
The school had also gained many new buildings, most of them donated by him, the World's Richest Man.
When they reached the school's celebrity display, Jiang Siming was surprised to see his own photo hanging there—and in the most prominent position at the very front.
Clearly, Jiang Siming had indeed become the school's most famous person.
It was somewhat like in Goodbye Mr. Loser, where Charlotte became famous and was treated as a celebrity by his school, displayed alongside a group of big shots.
But in reality, Charlotte had only managed to become a singer at best. He had no qualifications to be displayed alongside genuine celebrities.
Jiang Siming was different. The title of World's Richest Man alone was enough to earn him a place in any university's hall of fame.
"Dad, back when you were in school, did any girls pursue you?" Zhao Xiaoxiao asked curiously