After Montana left.
Dan Heng shook his head helplessly. "Is this how trends change in university...?"
"It's useless." Yan Huan kept walking forward. "How can we follow trends? We should become the people who lead them!"
Not far away, the group spotted familiar figures again.
Fugui and his father stood in a corner, talking.
"Son, I've thought it through." Fugui's father sighed.
"If you're too tired, we'll go back home..."
"No, Dad. I'm not going back."
Fugui's gaze was firm.
"Although I can't quite remember how I earned it, I really did make a fortune at the last school anniversary celebration."
"Even if I'm no good at theory classes, I can become a salesperson later on. I can still support myself in Penacony!"
"Just watch, Dad. I'll definitely make something of myself in Penacony someday."
"Son..." Hearing that, Fugui's father's eyes welled with tears as he choked up.
"Hehe, you've really grown up."
"Perhaps... this father of yours should work a little harder too."
"To be honest, son, some people from the underworld recently invited me to join them. It seems collecting protection fees and the like pays pretty well."
"Really, Dad?" Fugui revealed a touched smile.
"Actually, a company took a liking to me. They reserved an accountant position for me in advance. I get a monthly salary of eighty thousand Credits without having to do much."
"Haha... my son's grown up." Fugui's father patted Fugui's shoulder, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "From now on, father and son will fight side by side."
"Mm..."
Watching the heartwarming scene in the distance, March 7th was deeply moved as well. "They're so close... though I always feel like this isn't exactly a positive direction for them."
"President!" Yan Huan suddenly looked ahead and shouted.
"Damn it, the president's been