Maybe tomorrow Wang Ming would be clever, or he knew the importance of learning. While all his peers in the orphanage had gone out to work after finishing their schooling, Wang Ming was still a college student.,Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,In less than three minutes, he finished a large plate of fried rice and, after patting his belly contentedly, leisurely went back.。