Lunchtime.
Andrew Han devoured his white rice in big mouthfuls, occasionally picking up slices of meat, his mind still in a daze.
He had handed in all three subjects of the college entrance exam early, answering only the multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions. Even if the grading teacher had a problem with their eyes, it would be hard for his total score to exceed two hundred.
But now...
Where did all these points come from? Did the college entrance exam system make a mistake?
Andrew ate absentmindedly.
But William Han and Linda Chen were overwhelmed with emotion, a mix of joy and amazement, beaming with delight.
"My son is truly outstanding."
"It's one thing to reach Martial Arts Rank Three, but you didn't even let your exam results slip. Impressive." William Han gave a thumbs-up and chuckled, "When the admission letter arrives next month, we'll throw a grand celebration for your acceptance."
Linda Chen nodded in agreement, but said, "Always showing off."
William Han pursed his lips and said leisurely, "Other people want to show off but don't have the chance. We should enjoy this and show off for once."
Andrew watched from the side, occasionally chiming in.
......
After lunch, Andrew returned to his bedroom.
"No, this isn't right."
"There's something strange about this. I'd better ask Master."
Andrew pondered for a while, then took out his phone and sent two WeChat messages to Master Miles Ning, briefly describing the situation.
A moment later.
Miles Ning replied: "Oh, I changed your score for you."
Andrew was stunned and hurriedly asked, "You can change college entrance exam scores?? That's the national exam!"
Unimaginable.
If Miles Ning really had the power to alter the results of the national college entrance exam, that would be terrifying.
Buzz.
His phone vibrated, and Miles Ning sent a voice message.
An elderly voice spoke indifferently: "The martial arts students' exam papers are graded locally. Fool, don't do anything attention-seeking or childish. Don't try to show off."
Andrew's eye twitched and he frowned, understanding instantly.
His master was warning him to be cautious... In just three months, he'd gone from an ordinary person to Martial Arts Rank Two, an astonishing feat. He needed to make sure there was nothing strange in his records.
Otherwise, if advanced martial artists became interested in him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"But I wanted to take the test myself." Andrew was frustrated. "If I hadn't been reborn, even with martial arts training day and night, I could still have scored well."
"Forget it."
"Master has already handled it for me, so the result is good in the end."
Lost in thought, Andrew put down his phone and took out the booklet detailing the Raging Downpour technique, studying it carefully.
This technique, which Miles Ning called the simplest form of Raging Downpour, consisted of four pages. At Andrew's current rank, he could only study the first page's practice diagram.
He warmed up with some punches and kicks, gradually loosening up, but his mind kept turning over his plans.
"My Rank Two is different from other martial artists. My peak is far away; I need a vast amount of Graywhite Aura to break through to Rank One."
"Once I've finished filling out my college preferences, I'll find an excuse to go out for a trip."
"Hmm... I've already explored almost every street and alley in Riverdale. The next city should be close by, preferably still in the province."
Andrew pondered, considering his short-term plans.
The help of Graywhite Aura was crucial, indispensable—it was his greatest advantage on the martial arts path.
Without it, he would be just another ordinary martial artist.
At that moment—click.
The bedroom door was gently pushed open.
A little head with twin ponytails tilted gently, big eyes staring pitifully at him—it was his little sister, Lucy Han.
Andrew's face darkened, but he tried to keep a smile: "Lucy, go play in the living room by yourself."
"No!"
"Big brother, play with me."
With a wobbly run-up, Lucy Han pounced on her brother Andrew.
......
Time flowed by like a stream, gradually passing.
It had been two days since the college entrance exam results were announced.
The scorching sun baked the earth.
Even the air seemed to ripple, waves of heat rising.
Meanwhile, the senior teaching building at Riverdale Experimental High School was bustling again. The students who had finished the college entrance exam were milling about the corridors, sometimes joined by hurried teachers.
It looked just like a marketplace.
But in fact, today was college application day. Although the exam results were out, there was still one last step—the submission of college preferences.
Click.
Click.
Andrew wore a light blue short-sleeved shirt. Despite the heat, his expression remained calm as he walked slowly into the senior building.
His face showed deep thought, calm and composed.
It was a stark contrast to the noisy hallway.