By the time Feng Qi returned to the academy, it was already night.
Having gone a whole day without food, he first headed to the Academy Restaurant for dinner before returning straight to his dorm.
After washing up, he sat at his desk and turned on his computer.
Even after beating up those three brats, he still felt uneasy.
Once people became convinced of something, their beliefs were difficult to correct or change.
It was like how, in a certain era, a bunch of idiots still believed the Earth was flat, claiming the theory that it was round was a scam and a conspiracy.
No matter how people proved that the Earth was round to them, they still stubbornly believed what they thought they knew.
If Magellan found out about that, he would probably be so furious he could not keep his coffin lid shut. He would jump out and argue with those fools online.
The next time he entered Future Dreamland, he planned to look up more information on the Destiny Association.
If that organization still appeared in history, then those three brats definitely would not escape another beating.
There was nothing a big butterfly slap could not solve. If there was, then he would keep slapping.
He checked the time. It was already nine in the evening.
For the rest of the night, he opened his notebook and began planning for the future.
The contents recorded in the notebook—his conversations with his future self—were more like reminders, ensuring that his future self would not forget important information.
He had actually considered letting his present self accomplish things that many of his future selves had failed to do.
For example, carrying on the family line.
To obtain access to the Star City Shelter, he would inevitably need an inheritance.