Chapter 1

Harvard University is located in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

It can be said that the entire city of Cambridge is Harvard, and Harvard is the synonym for Cambridge.

This is the dormitory area for Harvard Medical School students.

Students often walk past the dormitories, and whenever they pass by the door of Room 107, they show a hint of disdain and mockery.

"Hey, Bob. Have you heard? That Chinese guy has gone crazy. He hasn't left his room for two months. I heard that Room 107 has been turned into a dark room by this lunatic."

"James, you talk too much. That's obvious racial discrimination. But I like it. Two months? I heard he hasn't attended classes for half a year. The day before yesterday, I met Kinson. He told me that the school is preparing to expel people like him."

"Poor guy. I heard his parents died in a travel accident six months ago. Since then, he's gone crazy."

"Enough!"

A light reprimand came from behind these students. A Chinese man, about 23 or 24 years old, looked at them calmly. Beside him was another Chinese man who clearly followed him.

The leading man was about 1.8 meters tall, dressed in a well-fitted suit, with a meticulously groomed hairstyle and shiny shoes, exuding an extraordinary aura.

However, it was clear that these Westerners were not afraid. James stepped forward and said with a smile, "Liu, isn't that the truth? Bai was such an excellent person, but he couldn't handle the blow and went crazy. Aren't you competitors? Aren't you jealous? Now Bai is in arrears with tuition and has been absent from classes for months. The school's patience is exhausted. He will soon be expelled and will no longer be a Harvard student. He will be penniless. You should be happy."

This made the Chinese man's face change, and he said in a deep voice, "What happens between Bai Ye and me is our business. You don't need to worry about it."

The argument outside gradually faded away. Both sides understood that Bai Ye was just an irrelevant person, and arguing over him was meaningless.

"Brother Jie, is Bai Ye really that useless?" the follower asked in a low voice after the Westerners left.

Liu Junjie's expression was now complex, with pity and regret. However, this look did not last long. Soon, a look of intense jealousy appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice, "He brought it upon himself. He deserves it."

Unconsciously, the lights were on, and the night was as dark as ink. The entire school had quieted down. The door of Room 107 had not even been opened.

The conditions at Harvard are still quite good. The dormitory rooms are apartment-style, with options for multiple-occupancy, double-occupancy, and single-occupancy rooms.

Room 107 is a multiple-occupancy room. The large dormitory now only houses one person. The thick, black velvet curtains, once fully drawn, indeed turn it into a small dark room.

The room was filled with a musty smell, mixed with a sour odor. There was also a strong smell of stinky socks. In front of the desk by the windowsill, a small desk lamp lit up the entire room, making the dark room seem somewhat eerie.

In one corner of the room, there were countless instant noodle bags, some in bags and some in buckets. However, the edges of the bucket noodles had already grown thick yellow mold.

The four beds were cluttered with various clothes. On the ground, on the tables, and on the beds, there were scattered sheets of paper with scribbles.

Under the desk lamp, a thin young man was writing furiously. He had sunken eye sockets, high cheekbones, and large eyes. He was about 23 or 24 years old but looked like a man in his thirties. His hair was almost down to his shoulders, and his beard was about an inch long.

His white shirt had been worn to look yellow, but his eyes were particularly bright, giving him a sharp and spirited look.

Leaving aside his unkempt appearance, he was still a handsome man.

This is Bai Ye, the Chinese international student known as a lunatic by all Harvard students. The "Bai" in his name means "white," and "Ye" means "night." With long nails, Bai Ye was still writing furiously.

On a large A1 sheet, 841mm x 594mm, a large hexagram was drawn, surrounded by a traditional Chinese Bagua diagram. Outside that were some incomprehensible symbols and mathematical formulas and calculations.

With the last stroke, he wrote ten numbers at the bottom of the sheet: 10, 18, 23, 29, 37, 45, 49 — 12, 17, 26.

"Numerical changes! And this probability and optimization. Indeed, this is much harder than cultivation."

Bai Ye's face had a hint of a wicked smile, and his eyes showed a disdainful look. He stood up and stretched.

However, this action made him tremble. The high and mighty aura was gone. He sighed, "Sigh, my body is really too weak. If only there was spiritual energy. I wouldn't have fallen to this state. But as long as this calculation is accurate, I will soon have money to buy resources. Then, I will find the dragon vein and be able to resume my cultivation."

Bai Ye's face showed a hint of regret, "Unfortunately, this work is too energy-consuming. With my current body, I can't support such endless calculations. Moreover, the right time, place, and people are all necessary. Even if I spend another half a year calculating, if the timing is wrong, I won't get the desired result. Numerical prediction and fortune-telling are not my strong points."

"Remember your promise to me. My father hopes I can win the Nobel Prize in Medicine. My father hopes I can become the best doctor in the world. If you don't do it, I will die and won't let you take over my body," Bai Ye suddenly said, as if he were seeing a ghost.

Two different voices came from one body. Was it a dual soul? Or was he possessed? Bai Ye's body paused, and his brows furrowed, showing a thoughtful and conflicted expression. He said, "I, Bai Ye, swear by my true heart that I will definitely achieve your goals and fulfill your dreams. If I break this vow, I will never be able to cultivate again. Now you can rest in peace."

As he said this, Bai Ye's overly bright eyes gradually dimmed, becoming ordinary, then deep.

At the same time, Bai Ye moved his body, a smile appearing on his face as he muttered, "Humans, the most intelligent of all beings. No wonder the innate Dao body is so powerful. Even an ordinary person's soul is so strong, unwilling to leave for half a year. Well, since we are one, your goal is my goal. Moreover, such a powerful and formidable innate Dao body, if placed in the cultivation world, I wouldn't need 700 years. In this way, I owe you a great favor. I will definitely help you achieve this wish."

Bai Ye then looked at the white paper on the table, frowning and muttering, "According to the rules of the Powerball, I need to choose 5 white ball numbers from 59 and 1 red ball number from 35. I still need to eliminate four more numbers."

"But, I've tried the Plum Blossom Numerology, the I Ching, the Five Elements, and Western optimization, probability, Tarot prediction, and astrological calculations. I can only simplify it to this extent. To win the grand prize, I can't take any more risks," Bai Ye said to himself.

If someone heard Bai Ye's words at this moment, they would surely exclaim that he was crazy. Can the Powerball grand prize be calculated? If it could, it would be nonsense, completely defying science.

But Bai Ye took out a new sheet of paper and started calculating, muttering, "Mistake, how could I forget my own八字 (bazi, birth chart)?"

The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the birth chart, were arranged one by one, and Bai Ye immediately showed a more confident smile. Indeed, the right time, place, and people are all on my side. Bai Ye, your destiny lacks metal. This name is not good. However, the surname is not bad. In the West, there is the White Tiger, and the surname Bai represents metal. Moreover, I am in the West now. This time, the 800 million grand prize of the Powerball will be mine.

Bai Ye muttered to himself, like a woman in a deep harem. Then, a smile appeared on his face. Lacking metal, I can eliminate the white balls 23 and 45. This leaves 10, 18, 29, 37, 49. For the red ball, fire overcomes water, water overcomes fire, fire overcomes metal, metal overcomes wood, and wood overcomes earth. So, I will not choose the earth numbers 17 and 26.

This is the only set of numbers. I don't believe it. As the son of a former celestial realm's Venerable, with countless favors and extensive knowledge, how can I not outsmart the things created by these ants?

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