After exchanging a high-five with Victor Zhang, Andrew Han strode confidently toward the front row of seats and sat down beside the Southland University president. Countless eyes converged on him, yet he remained calm and unhurried.
"President Zhang."
He glanced at Victor Zhang in his formal attire and said quietly, "What brings you to a Student Council singing contest? You’re usually hard to spot at these events."
Victor Zhang adjusted his glasses and replied with a smile, "I’ve been trying to advance lately, but age has weakened my vitality. I’m afraid my chances have run out."
There was a hint of melancholy in his words.
Anyone who practices martial arts harbors a constant desire to climb higher—whether seeking raw power, or, like Andrew Han, yearning to see broader horizons.
Sigh.
Victor Zhang let out a quiet sigh and said no more.
Andrew Han nodded gently, leaning back in his leather chair, his thoughts drifting to yesterday’s casual conversation with Aaron Yu.
He hadn’t asked much, wary of unexpected consequences.
Yet Aaron Yu, a philosophy graduate student, had a way with words—each sentence carried deep meaning. Clearly, his grasp of philosophical ideas was extraordinary, and even Andrew Han, probing from the side, found himself pondering Aaron’s insights long after.
“Hmm.”
“Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed, accept what cannot.”
Andrew Han narrowed his eyes, silently reflecting.
He resolved to remember only what mattered from his past life’s memories, to ignore the rest, and to decisively change the disasters those memories contained—without overthinking.
Thinking too much serves no purpose.
The memories of his previous life lingered in his mind; perhaps, if his Inspiration grew stronger, he might touch the truth hidden within them.
Meanwhile, in the surrounding area—
Students from Southland University filled every seat; those unable to secure one stood at the back and along the sides, waiting for the opening of Southland Voice.
Soft conversations and a touch of lively commotion filled the hall.
Eyes gathered, faces full of anticipation.
Some discussed the outcome of today’s finals, others waited for the arrival of the so-called celebrity singer, and a few glanced at Andrew Han sitting in the front row.
"Who is that, sitting next to the president?"
"I’m not sure either... The front row is usually reserved for university leaders, yet he’s chatting so easily with President Zhang, and he looks about our age."
Someone clicked their tongue in surprise, quietly astonished.
Of course, there were others whose pupils contracted in suspicion—such as Student Council vice president Ian Xu, who organized the Southland Voice finals.
He had seen Andrew Han before.
Two weeks ago in the cafeteria, the prominent martial arts student Sean Sun was so frightened his hands trembled, overwhelmed by fear.
It was obvious.
This Andrew Han was anything but ordinary.
By chance, Ian Xu realized Andrew Han was the ‘Umbrella Emperor’ from the military drill review—the same figure who stirred the campus forum and inspired countless students!
Terrifying.
My eyesight is usually sharp—the Umbrella Emperor is Andrew Han, and the freshman who has all the girls envious is Monica Zhang!
Even Ian Xu’s girlfriend couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.
But with the school’s intervention, the Umbrella Emperor’s popularity quickly faded, gradually disappearing from the students’ view.
Gulp.
While arranging the next steps, Ian Xu stole a glance at President Zhang and Andrew Han, feeling another tremor of shock inside.
No, that’s not right.
President Zhang’s attitude seemed almost... respectful??
The moment he reached this conclusion, Ian Xu shuddered, his gaze involuntarily sweeping the room.