Early the next morning, Zhang Yang got up bright and early.
Today, he had a matter of some importance to attend to. At the earnest invitation of Yinghai Middle School's principal, he needed to attend this year's merit scholarship award ceremony.
It really showed how seriously the school took it.
They had laid out the use of the donated funds clearly, with complete transparency.
They had originally planned to name it after Zhang Yang—the Zhang Yang Student Aid Fund.
But what kind of person was Zhang Yang? He had always been indifferent to fame and fortune, treating such honors and worldly gains as passing clouds. A good deed was a good deed; why care about empty recognition?
So, he tactfully declined.
The principal of his former school had practically been ready to praise him as a man of noble character.
Standing before the mirror in the suite's bathroom, Zhang Yang looked at his reflection.
Sharp brows, bright eyes, a tall and straight figure—handsome as hell.
"It's about time I raised the bar for the junior girls," Zhang Yang said to himself with a smile.
He thought of how, once these younger girls entered university, they might meet all kinds of boys—some handsome, some smooth-talking and full of sweet words. Some would find good men, while others might fall for the wrong ones.
All of it stemmed from the fact that they lacked a truly perfect example in their hearts.
But now, things were different. As their senior, he had stepped forward to shoulder this important responsibility.
His presence might establish a perfect standard for choosing a partner in these junior girls' minds.
Of course, he could also set an example for the junior boys while he was at it. They should stop acting like they were number one under heaven