Back in high school, all the other kids wore their school uniforms properly, while I wore a leather jacket every day and thought I was cool. Starting in the second semester of my junior year, I stopped going to school and started studying psychology and criminal investigation at home. A year later, my homeroom teacher told me to take the college entrance exam. I went into the exam hall with the mindset of just going to pee and only scored a little over 300 points. That was in 2014. Now, the undergraduate admission score in Heilongjiang is very low, and I really can't understand how those kids who are still taking extra classes and still only get less than 300 points managed to do it. After the college entrance exam, I took out a notebook at home and wrote down three wishes: ① To start an internet business (simply because I watched an American movie called *The Social Network* in my second year of high school, directed by David Fincher. Speaking of David Fincher, one has to mention *Fight Club* and *Seven*, because these two films are simply masterpieces. ）② To become a writer (this is a goal I still strive for, hoping to achieve it before I turn 70). ③ To become a director (I had planned to do this recently, around 2025, by studying art in South Korea, but later found an alternative: a three-month directing training course in Beijing, and then saving some money. Liang Sicheng has two books: *A History of Chinese Architecture* and *A History of Chinese Sculpture*. I want to follow in the footsteps of the master and film my own *Ancient China Through a Modern Lens*).
Back then, the business of filling out college applications wasn't as booming as it is now. We could only rely on books like university directories to find schools. I was very naive then, completely clueless about universities, so much so that I was unaware of their dark side. I originally wanted to go to the Pearl River Delta region, but because of my scores and family circumstances, I could only go to a political science and law university in Harbin, studying public security management. Meanwhile, I spent my days self-studying computer science with an "Android Development Tutorial," even though our school had a computer science department. I don't know why I didn't think to change my major back then. Maybe this is what people mean when they say, "When you're thirty, you look back at your twenty-year-old self: 'This person was incredibly foolish.'"
Actually, on the first day of military training after entering university, I hid in my dormitory and called home, wanting to drop out. I said, "I want to go south to do business." My parents didn't agree to my idea. Maybe if they had, I wouldn't have gone crazy—what people call mentally ill. This school was full of people I hated. The first one to be targeted was a class monitor surnamed Zhang. I have no idea how he became the class monitor at the start of the semester. Power is the best touchstone for testing human nature, from the security guard at the gate to people like him who treat their position like a county magistrate. Many classmates had reservations about his behavior, but as the old saying goes: a tree without bark will surely die, and a person without shame is invincible. He didn't get into this school through the college entrance examination; I heard he served as a soldier in high school and was then assigned to this school.