Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 205 Visit

The following day, Columbia University Science Center.

A modern building stands in the morning light, its glass curtain wall reflecting the golden sunlight so bright it's blinding.

A huge sign stands at the entrance, with white background and black lettering that reads "Columbia University Scientific Research Center".

There was also a poster next to it, depicting a giant spider with the words "Spider Biology Exhibition: Explore the Mysteries of Arthropods" below.

Students from the senior class of Zhongcheng High School gathered in the square in front of the gate, standing in twos and threes.

Some people were carrying bulging backpacks, some had cameras around their necks, some were holding coffee, and some were squatting on the ground tying their shoelaces.

The pigeons in the square were startled by the chattering group of young people and took flight, circling once in the sky before landing back on the distant statue.

The teacher in charge stood at the front, holding a small flag, and was shouting at the top of his lungs to emphasize the precautions.

Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a knife cutting through the morning air.

"Listen up! No running around, no touching things, and no loud noise! This is a university research center, not an amusement park!"

Her gaze swept over each student like a searchlight.

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble will regret it!"

Some students nodded, some rolled their eyes, and some didn't listen at all, busy chatting with the people next to them.

A cool morning breeze blew from the Hudson River, causing the girls' skirts to flutter slightly and the boys' hair to become disheveled.

Peter stood at the back of the crowd, his thin figure completely obscured by the tall students in front of him.

He silently gazed at Mary Jane ahead. Today she was wearing a white dress, the hem of which reached just to her knees, revealing a section of her slender calves.

Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering like a dancing flame in the sunlight, so dazzling that it was almost blinding.

She was talking to the girl next to her. Her profile was particularly soft in the morning light. When she smiled, her eyes curved into two crescent moons, revealing a row of neat teeth.

Peter's lips unconsciously curled up slightly, and his eyes softened.

Suddenly, a figure appeared silently beside him, as if it had emerged from underground.

"You're such a pervert."

The voice was teasing and lazy, as if saying that the weather was nice today.

"ah?!"

Peter was so startled he almost jumped up, his heart skipped a beat, and he bounced half a step to the side.

He turned his head and saw Chen Yuan standing next to him, his hands in his pockets, with a half-smile on his face.

The morning light shone on his face, highlighting his distinct features: thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a high nose bridge. He stood there like a sculpture.

When did this guy arrive? How come he walks so quietly?

"When...when did you get here?"

Peter's voice was still trembling, and he clutched his chest, feeling his heart still pounding.

"Just arrived."

Chen Yuan followed his gaze and immediately spotted Mary Jane in the crowd.

Red hair and a white dress—she certainly stood out.

"Tsk tsk."

He smacked his lips, his expression meaningful.

Peter's face instantly turned bright red, from the base of his ears all the way down to his neck.

He quickly looked away, glancing left and right as if admiring the scenery.

He looked at the sky, at the ground, at the pigeons in the distance, at the ants at his feet, but dared not look at Chen Yuan.

"I...I wasn't looking..."

"Hmm, you're not looking."

Chen Yuan nodded, his tone implying, "I don't believe you for a second."

Peter wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

After thinking of something, he quickly changed the subject and asked Chen Yuan.

"What did you do yesterday?"

Chen Yuan left the classroom yesterday and never came back. He missed all the afternoon classes.

"I already said I'm earning a living."

In this world, Chen Yuan is portrayed as a young man who lost both his parents, making his situation even more tragic than Peter's.

He had no uncles or aunts, no relatives, and not even a place to stay.

The school arranged temporary accommodation for him, but he had to earn his own living expenses.

Peter hesitated to speak, yet hesitated to speak, yet still wanted to.

Finally, he whispered it out.

"Fisch and the others left the classroom yesterday and haven't come back..."

Not only yesterday, but today's visiting group also lacked Fei Xu and his entourage.

That guy who's usually the most arrogant, the most active, and the most troublesome is nowhere to be found today.

Otherwise, Peter is destined to be ridiculed again today.

"How would I know?"

Chen Yuan said softly, his gaze drifting into the distance, his tone nonchalant.

"Perhaps they are seriously ill and have been admitted to the hospital."

As he said this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he had thought of something funny.

Peter:

He really wanted to ask, "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Peter heard yesterday that Fish had a fractured instep, which the school doctor said was caused by being run over by a heavy object and would take at least a month to heal.

The person who stepped on him was standing right next to him, looking completely innocent.

But looking at Chen Yuan's calm and collected face, Peter couldn't get any information out of him.

He even felt that even if he asked, the guy would only reply with "I don't know."

"Peter!"

A voice came from behind, accompanied by rapid breathing.

Peter turned around and saw Harry rushing over.

His hair was a mess from the wind, his tie was askew, and the hem of his shirt was sticking out of his waistband, clearly indicating that he had run all the way here.

His face looked unwell; his brows were furrowed and his lips were pursed, as if he were holding back a lot of anger.

Chen Yuan glanced back at the Rolls-Royce that was driving away. The car was gleaming, and its black paint was so reflective that it could reflect a person's image. When it stopped by the roadside, it attracted countless eyes.

He sighed.

"Your friend's family is really rich."

Harry was immediately embarrassed.

His lips twitched, and his face darkened, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He has always been ashamed of his family's wealth, and he feels uncomfortable whenever others mention his father, the Osborne Group, or that skyscraper.

He didn't want to be seen as a rich kid, didn't want people to say "Your dad is rich, of course you don't have to worry about anything", and didn't want to be looked at with the eyes of someone who was "born with a silver spoon in their mouth".

Peter quickly tried to smooth things over and explained.

"Harry's father is the chairman of the Osborn Corporation, a..."

He wanted to say "a great scientist," that his father had made many achievements in the field of biochemistry, and that the Osborne Group was one of the largest technology companies in New York.

"That's enough, Peter."

Harry interrupted him, his voice harsh, like a stone hitting the ground.

"We're here to go to school."

He meant don't mention my dad, don't mention money, don't mention any of that nonsense.

He's just an ordinary high school student now, just like everyone else.

"Tsk."

Chen Yuan laughed, a soft laugh that was exceptionally clear in the quiet square.

"This is the first time I've seen someone feel ashamed because their family is rich."

Harry's face darkened further, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't say anything.

Because what Chen Yuan said was true.

He genuinely felt ashamed because his family was wealthy and didn't want to be labeled a "rich second generation."