Rod's driving skills were quite good.
Plus, the place he lived wasn't far from the school.
He drove at full speed.
In less than twenty minutes, he had already arrived at the school.
His gaze shifted from the car window to the outside.
A tall building, standing like a chimney, came into view.
The rich historical atmosphere proved the depth of this academy.
The University of Texas at Austin.
Founded in 1883, it is a world-renowned top public research university.
At the same time, it is one of the most prestigious "public Ivy" schools in the Lighthouse Nation.
In global university rankings, it ranks among the top hundred.
It was no surprise that the original owner could get into this university; his grades were naturally good.
However, he didn't inherit much memory in this regard.
After all, nearly twenty years of a person's life memories is quite a massive amount of data.
To fully digest these memories, he would need at least a few months or even years.
So, he only read through the memories he deemed useful at the beginning.
As for this guy's academic memories, he inherited only a tiny portion.
It was probably barely equivalent to a high school student's level.
The university system in the Lighthouse Nation doesn't strictly follow annual calculations.
It mainly depends on credits; as long as you complete the required credits for your degree, you can graduate.
It takes at least three years, and at most five years.
And now, he was already in his third year of college, about to graduate.
Graduation meant stepping into society and starting a brand new life.
The reason his ex-girlfriend Emma broke up with him was precisely because of this.
One was an orphan with no background and both parents deceased.
The other was a wealthy second-generation with a family business.
Faced with the impending social pressure, the vast majority of Lighthouse women would choose the latter.
This is reality.
"Look, who is that!"
"Our little clown Rod, his girlfriend ran off with someone else, and he stayed home sad for three days."
"This coward finally dares to come to school and face the ridicule."
A burst of harsh laughter suddenly rang in his ears.
Rod squinted his eyes, directing his gaze toward the source of the sound.
A tall white youth with freckles was looking at him with a provocative expression.
"So what if you bought a car?"
"You're just a loser who can't even keep his girlfriend."
"I bet your flashy girlfriend is out there blowing someone else's trumpet right now."
Noticing Rod's gaze, the white youth placed his hands on his hips and made a lewd gesture.
Instantly, the crowd around them turned to mock Rod.
Rod calmly scanned the crowd.
There were both boys and girls, some were his classmates, while others were strangers.
But at this moment, everyone wore an expression of watching a show.
People from the Dragon Kingdom love to watch the excitement, and these Lighthouse folks were no different.
No one wanted to step in to help him; instead, they all stood on the side of the aggressors, watching him make a fool of himself.
Although the Lighthouse Nation claims to be a civilized country, deep down, it flows with the strong-eat-weak gene.
They worship the strong and despise the weak.
It was as if he had never offended any of these aggressors.
The only reason they targeted him was that he was too weak.
The original owner was a reserved person, even somewhat introverted.
Usually, apart from studying, he had very few friends.
This kind of reclusive, solitary, and frail student.
Naturally became a target for those in their teenage years wanting to assert their presence and vent their violence.
Because he couldn't fight back.
Because he lacked the ability to retaliate and hurt these aggressors.
He could be bullied at will.
Of course, there might also be some discrimination due to his different skin color.
But the essence of it all boils down to one thing.
Weak!
If he were strong enough, even if he had a skin color that clashed with others, who would dare to mock him?
So, ultimately, weakness is the original sin!
"How ridiculous!"
Rod chuckled, his tone somewhat sarcastic.
The strong do not strike at those stronger than themselves to prove their strength.
Instead, they attack the weak to showcase their power.
What kind of strength is that?
In the end, they are just a bunch of cowards who know they can't stand on the stage but still want to show off.
"What are you laughing at!"
Seeing the smile on Rod's face, the white youth's expression suddenly turned ugly.
The situation was developing differently than he had anticipated.
He had thought this incompetent weakling would be heartbroken and crying over his girlfriend's departure.
Instead, Rod's calmness completely caught him off guard.
Especially that damned smile.
It was like a knife, peeling away his disguise and stabbing directly into his heart.
It exposed his truest self to the sunlight.
"Three days have passed, and you've already forgotten the lessons from before?"
"Looks like today I need to teach you a lesson, so you know what is more terrifying than a breakup!"
A surge of anger rushed to his brain.
The embarrassed white youth walked over to the car, ready to teach this damned bastard a lesson.
"Teach me a lesson?"
Rod smiled slightly, his indifferent gaze carrying a hint of amusement.
Are you serious?
"Alright then."
He opened the car door and stepped out.
A massive shadow loomed over the white youth like a nightmare.
All the anger in his mind vanished in an instant.
Looking at Rod, who was muscular and imposing like a little giant,
the white youth gulped, instinctively feeling fear.
Even the small followers behind him were stunned.
Was this still the timid guy they could bully at will, who wouldn't dare to fight back?
This overwhelming sense of pressure made them feel a chill run down their spines.
It felt like they weren't facing a person.
It was more like a hungry brown bear that had been starved for a long time, opening its massive jaws to hunt.