Chapter Eleven: Understanding One's Lineage

  At 9:00 am sharp, I was called by our college counselor to the department office to sort out student files.

  As for how our instructor knew of my existence as a nobody, it has to be traced back to the Mid-Autumn Festival gala during military training.

  The whole school's Mid-Autumn Festival party was actually the welcoming party for freshmen, each college had to put on a dance or art performance, and I was one of the dancers from our college.

  Of course, Lin Yishui, who was born to dance, is also a member of our dance team. However, Lin Yishui has always been like an enigmatic woman, appearing and disappearing mysteriously, rarely showing up in front of everyone, even in the dormitory. Recently, however, Lin Yishui has been busy with her school's street dance competition.

  During the military training period, a Mid-Autumn Festival party was being held when an unexpected incident occurred.

  When preparing for the stage performance, the U disk containing the dance accompaniment was burned by the computer, which means that our college's dance will be cancelled.

  At that time, when this news came out, the hospital leaders all came forward to negotiate.

  As I was still a young and ambitious youth at that time, seeing such a situation, of course, I had to be concerned about the country.

  So I took the initiative and told the instructor about my idea of going solo.

  That Mid-Autumn Festival evening, I took out the breaking dance I had been practicing and handed it to the backstage staff, and asked the host to change the name of the dance on the spot.

  Then someone on stage performed a solo street dance that combined strength and softness, and I was able to fully express my passion for dance over the past three years of high school.

  So, on that passionate and exciting night, I, a ordinary girl from a humble background, caused a sensation throughout the entire freshman class.

  This might also be the reason why a young master like Fang Wenke knows of my existence. So, if one doesn't have any achievements, it's hard for others to notice them.

  "By the way, in a few days, the academy will be holding new student recruitment for the Student Union and clubs. Each class also needs to arrange voting to elect class leaders and team secretaries. Take a good look at which position you can handle easily, if you do well, there will be opportunities to join the party in the future." The counselor handed me a stack of student files and an academy seal, "These file books need to have the seal stamped on the bottom right corner of each first page, the stamp pad is in the drawer on your left hand side."

  "Alright, got it."

  I put down the file and rummaged through the drawer to find a dirty ink pad.

  As I opened the first file, I was stunned because the name written on it was Fang Wenke.

  The small two-inch photo on the file is indeed him. "Teacher, isn't the file wrong? I know this Fang Wenke, he's a freshman in the School of Engineering Management, not a student from our college!"

  "Ah, he's a transfer student, just transferred yesterday, now he's a student in our college's law department, just stamp normally."

  "Oh!"

  As for the details of Fang Wenke's transfer, I didn't ask much because in this society, only if you have a background and money can you do whatever you want.

  Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but take a glance at Fang Wenke's personal profile and the column about his parents' occupations. As expected, his whole family was a symbol of wealth and power.

  But speaking of Fang Wenke, I just remembered that he hasn't sent me a single text message or phone call from yesterday until now, it's as if he suddenly evaporated.

  This made me, who had been indulging in fantasies, become a little more rational and clear-headed.

  Actually, if I could get close to a prince like that, it would be pretty good. However, this kind of thinking won't appear in my mind right now, because at this moment, true love is above all.

  I have always thought that the purest years of our lives are those in which we innocently experience life, free from the corrupting influences of wealth and vanity.

  So, for those days that can be counted on one's fingers, cherish them as long as you can.