The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 516 - Meng Haitao Got Lost

“Who doesn't make a few mistakes in their youth?”

“Nowadays, I own several companies. I'm a big boss with a net worth in the billions.”

“It was your principal who begged me to come here.”

“If any of you students dare to disrespect me, just be careful—I might have your principal…”

Meng Haitao opened his eyes.

A burst of sunlight streamed through, momentarily blinding him.

But Meng Haitao didn't forget to put on a show.

He thought it was laughable; he was determined to impress these students with his might.

Crossing him would surely lead to no good end!

But as his eyes adjusted to the bright light and he took in his surroundings, Meng Haitao was taken aback.

Where was everyone?!

Damn it!

Where had they all gone?

Why was there not a single person in front of him?

What was the point of showing off if they had left?

Pretending to be cool to thin air?

Wasn't that absurd?

Meng Haitao turned around to see.

Whoa!

There was Su Ming, flanked by two girls, surrounded by a group of underclasswomen, all smiling as they entered the campus.

And the underclassmen were busy too—some moving tables, others chairs.

The welcoming ceremony set up at the school entrance had been cleared out in an instant.

A gust of wind blew by.

Meng Haitao was left standing there, utterly alone.

Ah!

It brought to mind an ancient poem:

In a world where birds have flown beyond the mountains, and human traces have vanished from the paths…

Ah spit!

Why the hell am I reciting poetry?

I can't tolerate this!

Absolutely not!

You group of naive young ladies,

so easily charmed by the dashing looks of young men.

Hmph!

Su Ming, you just wait.

I'll showcase my prowess on stage later.

I'll make you regret crossing me!

With this in mind, Meng Haitao regained his composure.

He hitched up his trousers.

He gave his watch a confident flick.

With bold steps, he marched into the campus.

And then…

He got lost.

Meng Haitao, drenched in sweat under the blazing sun, was from the northwest.

Back home, the temperatures had already plummeted.

Yet there he was, dressed in a thick outfit, utterly out of place.

Eastsea was situated to the south, another coastal city. Given the location, it was still quite warm at this time of year. Meng Haitao had been walking for what felt like an eternity and was utterly bewildered. “Where in the world am I? It's only been two or three years since I graduated—how could the school have changed so drastically?” he wondered, especially perplexed by the new International Convention Center. “Back in my day, I was hardly an exemplary student, never once setting foot in any convention center. I assumed I'd arrive to a welcoming crowd, but instead, I've been wandering alone and now I'm freaking lost.”

Eventually, Meng Haitao couldn't stand it any longer. He approached a young girl nearby, mustering the friendliest smile he could: “Excuse me, little sister, could you tell me where the International Convention Center is?”

“Ah!!! Pervert!!” she screamed, bolting away.

“Eh…” Meng Haitao was taken aback. “Pervert? What's she talking about? I haven't done a thing! I just wanted to ask for directions.” He thought to himself, “Besides, I'm tall and good-looking. She's got a poor eye for people. I'm clearly dashing, and she accuses me of being a pervert? Alright, let's try someone else.”

But the responses only got worse: “Ah! Shameless!” “Ah! Creep!” “Oh my god, you look so creepy and frightening!” Soon, the area was filled with the screams of girls. “I know him, he's the ‘white butt' from the Tieba forum!” “That's the sleazy guy! Run, run!” “What's he doing at our school? Is he up to no good?”

Many girls recognized him as the infamous character from the forum, and the panic intensified. Meng Haitao stood frozen as the vicinity cleared out, leaving not a soul within a hundred meters—not even a bird. He was on the verge of tears. “I just wanted to ask for directions! I don't mean any harm. Is this really necessary?” He pondered the oddity of not seeing a single male student in such a large school. “Surely, asking a guy would be fine, right?”

In desperation, he cried out, “Oh heavens, oh earth, please send me a guy to ask!” But his plea was met with another exclamation from a passerby: “Oh my god, he's a freak!”

“Quick, call the police and have them take him away!”

“It's terrifying, just terrifying.”

From a distance, many girls heard his cries.

The fear was enough to drain the color from their faces.

That fool, Meng Haitao.

Without realizing it, he had wandered into the Nursing College.

Eastsea Technology University didn't offer a program for male nurses, so the area was teeming with female students.

It was rare to see a male student around these parts.

Meng Haitao was brooding on a roadside bench when an elderly man approached.

Thank goodness, someone at last.

Before Meng Haitao could get up, the old man glared at him.

“What do you think you're doing? Who gave you permission to sit here?!”

The old man jabbed his finger at Meng Haitao's nose and berated him.

“Uh…”

Meng Haitao was taken aback, “Old man, is this chair off-limits?”

There didn't seem to be any such rule about the benches on campus.

In the past, there were even homeless people sleeping at the school.

But the school later prohibited it, fearing for the students' safety.

“Of course you can sit wherever you like, you blockhead!”

The old man was livid, “Are you illiterate? Can't you read?”

What?

Meng Haitao was completely bewildered by the tirade.

What's this about reading?

I just can't make sense of it.

You've got to be kidding me; I'm in a rush here.

Meng Haitao looked around.

Nothing seemed amiss.

“Right here!”

Unable to contain himself any longer, the old man bellowed, yanked Meng Haitao's hair, and gave a tug.

Meng Haitao's head jerked up.

Above him hung a sign.

“Wet Paint on Chair - Do Not Sit!”

The letters shone brilliantly, surrounded by a ring of fluorescent lights.

Clearly, they were there to ensure the message was visible at night.

Pfft!

Meng Haitao nearly choked on his own disbelief.

I should have known; there was this flickering sensation above my head when I sat down.

But it's a busy school, full of people and distractions.

I didn't pay it any mind.

And to think, there was a sign right above me all along, and I hadn't even noticed?

Upon a second glance at the chair, it was covered in fresh red paint, and now there was a silhouette of a person on it. Meng Haitao turned to find a bright red patch on the back of his clothes. Overwhelmed, Meng Haitao broke down in tears. His suit, which had been custom-made at a steep price, had met its untimely demise.

“Can't you see that sign? You're all dressed up, but you can't read,” the old man fumed, grabbing a can of paint from nearby. As he approached to touch up the paint, he paused, furrowing his brow. “Your behind is quite large, enough for three or four people. Hmm, why does it look so familiar? I swear I've seen it on Eastsea Technology University's forum…”