Su Yehao's athletic ability was passable, but unfortunately, he rarely exercised.

After playing tennis for more than ten minutes, he was panting with exhaustion. He sat on a bench, drinking mineral water, and accepted the wet towel Linda Yun handed him, wiping the sweat from his face.

Late June in Hong Kong was hot.

Cicadas buzzed incessantly in the campus trees. When the dismissal bell rang in the distance, students poured out of the teaching building corridors.

The entire Hong Kong University had over ten thousand students and teachers. Some chose to live off-campus, and others had already started internships. With the scattered course schedules, it was lively every day, but not too crowded.

The novice sparring partner was also drenched in sweat. He respectfully explained that he had to go to class soon and left with his tennis racket.

Linda Yun stood beside Su Yehao and said in an odd tone:

"You never liked going to class, and you still don't. I thought you'd changed your ways today, but I didn't expect you to come and play tennis… Did you buy this honorary president position in the tennis club? I see on your bills that you transfer three thousand dollars to this club every month. This is the first time you've come this year. What a waste."

"Well… I promised to treat them to food and drinks, and they agreed to let me join the tennis club. I thought I'd come here to exercise often. I just considered it like buying a gym membership. I didn't expect I overestimated my willpower. I'm not a sports genius after all."

Su Yehao clearly felt that his body was a bit weak.

It wasn't great before, but in the year or so since the accident, he had been squeezed dry, completely losing the initiative.

What was overestimated wasn't just his willpower.

No wonder he usually watched Jiang Yu, this little fish, flitting about in front of him, but didn't dare to really make a move.

With a girl like Jiang Yu, once you made a move, you'd have to take responsibility afterward… He was already unable to cope as it was. Paying another round of public grain would really kill him, right?

So, Su Yehao actually had worries, and even made preparations to go to America next time to recuperate, without taking anyone.

Linda Yun wasn't rigid. She had no intention of advising Su Yehao to "return to the right path" and go to more classes.

Just looking at the attitude of the professors and management toward Su Yehao, who expressed concern from time to time, occasionally invited him to attend events, and took the initiative to award him outstanding alumni certificates, really showed that no one cared whether he went to class or not.

To put it another way, searching through the entire business management and finance departments, the only people with greater personal achievements than Su Yehao could probably only be found in the old alumni records.

To this boss who earned three or four billion a year, Linda Yun seemed worried, but secretly looked up to him with almost a kneeling admiration. She also didn't think Su Yehao could learn anything from this campus.

He was usually lazy, but he still managed to make money while being lazy, which was a skill in itself.

At this moment.

Linda Yun pressed on, asking, "What are you planning to do next? I remember the tennis club also applied for funding. They want to hire a professional tennis coach this summer and find a place for intensive training, which is estimated to cost about a hundred thousand dollars. I feel like you're being treated like a cash cow."

"A hundred thousand? If you put it that way, it really is a bit of a loss. Letting the tennis club advertise for me usually doesn't recoup the capital."

Su Yehao pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Find a reason and help me break it off. Just say I have osteoporosis, or that I've fallen in love with another ball and am no longer interested in the tennis club."

As a personal secretary, it was one of Linda Yun's jobs to be frugal for her boss.

In her eyes, this tennis club was like a long-term, rarely used gym membership, which was obviously an unnecessary expense.

The tennis club members' goodwill toward Su Yehao was based on material interests, and there was no need to continue it.

Since the expenses were too small, no one would think to report to Su Yehao specifically. So Linda Yun was the only one who discovered that she had been supporting these people from last year until this year through the expense details, and suggested stopping the sponsorship.

One tennis club, that was all it took to end it. Su Yehao didn't care at all.

After taking a cold shower in the washroom, he changed his clothes and went to the dessert shop, ordered two servings of ice cream, and sat with Linda Yun, eating and waiting for the little girl to finish class.

After recognizing Su Yehao, the girls at the next table lowered their voices and chatted excitedly, saying things like "He's so handsome" and "A young master from a wealthy family."

Having long since adapted to his identity, he didn't feel much about it. Su Yehao ignored the envy in other people's eyes and lamented, "In the blink of an eye, my first year of university is almost over. It seems like I haven't done anything. Time really flies."

Linda Yun ate her ice cream and said with a smile:

"You haven't done anything anyway. If you went to class and wrote papers like them every day, time would pass very slowly. You only realize what's called fleeting time and the passage of years after leaving campus."

Su Yehao continued, "But that state is because it's too tormenting that the days seem like years, right? There's no reason to jump in and suffer. Besides, I'm already like this. If I keep working hard and get A+ in every subject, how are other people my age supposed to live?"

"…That's clearly a fallacy, but I admit that what you said makes a little sense, boss."

"Right? Like now, they can find some confidence and say that although I have a good family background, earn a lot, and am good-looking, my grades aren't as good as theirs, and I can't write papers that can be published in magazines."

He took a big bite of strawberry ice cream, the coolness going all the way from his teeth to his stomach.

Suddenly feeling a little hungry, Su Yehao ordered another egg waffle, plus a bowl of red bean pudding.

He was so bored that he propped his chin up and stared blankly, observing the stylishly dressed female students through the glass, continuing, "Summer vacation, Nangong and Jiang Yu are both on vacation. I wonder what their plans are. I went to several places in the first half of the year. What do you think about staying on a small island for a few days?"

Linda Yun's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said with a bright smile:

"A publicly funded trip, and a trip to an island at that. Of course, I like it very much. Tahiti, Fiji, the Maldives, Santorini and Sicily in Europe, or should I make a few plans, and then you can choose one?"

"Sure, it's best not to be too far away. Let's go to Thailand to eat shrimp and see elephants. About two or three days. Don't tell them yet, just think of it as a gift."

Recently, what needed to be done was done, and some things couldn't be rushed. Su Yehao was in a state of emptiness, boredom, and monotony.

Even his father going to Guangzhou to negotiate for land, and even three or four thousand mu of land, couldn't stir up his intermittent ambition, mainly because he already had a huge cultural tourism city in Pengcheng, slowly developing it. He had already experienced it and was numb to it.

As for the United States, the changes to iCQ would take time. Currently, it was just diverting traffic to tvt and playing around with investments.

Indeed, it was a bull market in the Nasdaq, with small dips and big gains. With his vision, he would make money no matter what he bought, without using his brain.

Just in time for the upcoming summer vacation, Su Yehao didn't really want to go out, mainly just to accompany the little girl on walks. She liked to travel…